#it's a friday or it's summer; they end up spending the whole night together in one of those blurry dream-like teenaged nights

[parvuls]

one night coach bittle's star quarterback jack zimmermann stays at school late to practice on the field by himself, and when he wraps it up he finds freshman eric bittle locked in the equipment closet

#omgcp #zimbits #there are thoughts that I am having #jack having a poker face and a terrible EQ even for a teenage boy but also a good heart #bitty not being able to get a read on him and not being able to trust that jack wasn't a part of it #but also hating confrontations so much that he can't bring himself to tell jack to go away #it's a friday or it's summer; they end up spending the whole night together in one of those blurry dream-like teenaged nights #where you reveal too much of your soul to someone you usually wouldn't #idk these are thoughts that I am having #text #prompts

[bangaveragewhitewine]

I'm yours, all yours

Eddie Munson x Reader (bouncer x bartender, established relationship) 

October 1991

It’s been over two months since you kissed Eddie Munson in the back alley of the dive bar you both work in. You had barely stopped kissing him ever since.

An autumn afternoon together shows you a little bit more of the man you’re falling in love with.

Word Count: 6.2K

Content / Warnings: Contains the main food groups - fluff, smut & hurt+comfort. Reader has some self doubt / anxious thoughts. This is 18+ - if you are not 18+ hit the back button and read something else. Oral (m receiving, minor f receiving), p-in-v sex. Feeeeelings. Eddie & Reader are mid twenties. Reader written as AFAB using fem pronouns.

This is best enjoyed after reading their origin story crazy-mad for you (part of the Happy Hours series)

Author’s note: I’m planning to follow CMFY with some one-shots from throughout Eddie & Bartender’s relationship. I have some loose ideas but this one came from a deleted scene I couldn’t squeeze into the main fic so reworked it! Beta’ed by @specialagentmonkey (theee best)  Thank you for the love on CMFY! Reading your replies and reblogs and tags made my shitty wee brighter. Hope you enjoy this cosy peek and have a gorgeous day 🖤

It’s been over two months since you kissed Eddie Munson in the back alley of the dive bar you both work in. You had barely stopped kissing him ever since. Every moment your lips aren’t on each other is like a thousand paper-cuts to Eddie’s heart (so soft inside the facade of Mean Metalhead he has curated for himself). He makes you want to write his name next to yours in pink gel pen, framed with sparkly little hearts. 

Two months and counting with Eddie and you learn something new about him every day; he loves tattoos but needles make his stomach twist, he meets his friend Steve once a month for a dude-date breakfast (but sees as much as he can of him and his other friends when their schedules line up), he sings with his band but needs at least five drinks before karaoke.

When you ask questions, when you're curious, he tells his long and meandering stories with wandering tangents which tell you so much about the man you’re falling in love with. He opens up to you, tells you things very few people know - about his mom, how he ended up with his Uncle Wayne. It hasn’t been long, but you already can’t wait to meet him.

Two whole months (closer to three really) and you’re sure you don’t want to ever have a single day without Eddie in your life, and your bed. And yet you still haven’t asked the question that has been on your mind since before you two ever got together. 

It’s October now; Autumn is here and the city has turned chilly. Sweltering summer nights are no longer and you and Eddie have been spending afternoons and late nights when you’re not working watching your favourite horror films. When he had told you how much he loved Halloween - just as much as you, if not a wee bit more - you knew Eddie Munson was the one. 

It’s Friday, late afternoon and you had reluctantly spent the night in your own apartment. The shame radiating from the mountain of laundry in the corner of your room had become too powerful to ignore and so you had forgone a night of being held and loved-on to tackle it and the other life-admin you had been ignoring. Eddie had suggested staying at your place, but you knew he would distract you too much with his kisses and touches (which he doled out generously whenever you were near). 

You had missed your boyfriend terribly, almost like a missing limb or a gorgeous big parasite (affectionate) that you had grown more than fond of. Eddie had the night off work but still drove you to and from the bar, even stayed for a drink until Frank shooed him away for trying to distract you. You had missed him so much that you had kept him on the phone to talk a little longer when he got home before saying goodnight and promising you would see him before your shift together tomorrow. You had spent nights apart before, days and nights when you or Eddie had clashing schedules but you felt his absence more than ever today. 

Your laundry and errands had never been completed with such efficiency as when you had the motivation of seeing Eddie as soon as they were ticked off your to-do list. 

You arrived at his door and buzzed the intercom for his apartment, laden down with an overnight bag (over-weekend really) and Tupperware containers full of homemade soup and lasagna for before your shift at Jackie’s. Your cheeks are warm and you can feel heat prickling under your arms alongside the swelling of anticipation in your chest. Eddie buzzes you in and comes to meet you, a big grin on his face for his girl.

His hair is up in a messy bun, held in place by a black velvet scrunchie you insisted was his now. He looks cosy in sweats, a tank top and his red and black flannel which you know to be softer than soft. Eddie hadn’t even bothered with shoes, braving the stairs in his socks so that he could see you sooner. You match his smile when you catch sight of him; cosy Eddie is far from the leather-jacketed bouncer you had got to know.

When he sees how many bags you’re carrying, he rushes to lighten your load (doesn’t even skid on the tiles). 

“You walked here with all that?! I could’a picked you up!” he said, shouldering your overnight bag before blessing you with a kiss. 

“It’s like two blocks, not a marathon.” You roll your eyes at him but pout for another kiss anyway as he rings for the elevator. 

Eddie will never refuse you a kiss. He pecks little smooches to your smile as it grows wider. “I missed you last night.”

“I missed you too.” You nudge his cheek with your nose, pecking at it like a little bird as the lift arrives; you step in ahead of him, pressing the button for the third floor with your now free hand. 

He asks if you slept okay (not as well without him, but you don’t say that) and tells you about the bag of free bagels he scored as a thank you from the man who ran the deli a few doors down. The guy’s hand-truck had lost a wheel while he was taking in a delivery that morning and Eddie helped him out, fixed the wheel too. He knew how much you loved the bagels from there and it felt fateful that his reward was a bag of your favourite everything bagels.

“Neighbourhood hero,” you sing, following him into his one-bedroom flat. “Is there anything you can’t do?” 

“Trigonometry. French. Um… skateboarding!” he lists, as he drops your bag inside his bedroom door. “I fucking suck at skateboarding.”

The thought of Eddie on a skateboard makes you smile - definitely a little meanly, what a dork - but you store that one for later. 

The bag of Tupperware barely makes it to the kitchen counter before Eddie’s arms are around you,  pulling you back against his chest. His nose presses into the base of your neck, huffing hot breaths against your sweet-smelling skin before kissing up his well-worn path. 

“I really missed you,” he murmurs, hips nudging forward against your jean-clad behind for emphasis. 

“Missed me or missed getting your dick sucked?” you ask, turning your head to look at him. 

“Both. Mainly you.” His grin is impish as you turn to loop your arms around his neck, backed right up to the wiped-clean Formica. You let him lift you onto the counter so that he can stand between your spread knees. 

“I missed you and your dick, so we’re even. And we have the whole weekend together to get reacquainted, huh?” You twist a loose curl around your finger, tugging to watch it spring and coil.

Eddie feels like a swooning maiden when he’s the centre of your attention like this, being flirted with. He loves it and he knows he’s in love with you. He had fallen first, long before you had even realised your banter at work was more than just that. 

His fingers creep up your thighs, the silver glinting at you as you place your focus on making up for a night apart as you make out in his little kitchen. 

Eddie smells shower-fresh, clean with a hint of spice, and the curls at the base of his neck are still a little damp. He shivers, giggling against your mouth when you run your finger down his spine. “Your nails are tickly,” he says with a pretend scowl. 

You know he loves your nails on his back; when they’re digging in like claws to leave him littered with red scratches, and when they’re tickling up and down in soothing strokes as he’s falling asleep. 

He takes your hand and brings it around to see the fresh coat of deep red on your nails. “You painted them!” he says, his nose scrunches cutely when you poke it. 

“I did. The black was getting chipped and gross.” You brought the black polish anyway in case he wanted to try it out again, thrown somewhere in your make-up bag. 

Eddie rests his chin on your chest; your breasts have become his favourite place to lay his head, closely followed by the squishy pillow of your thigh (there’s a third-place tie between your tummy and your butt). You dot kisses to his forehead beneath the shaggy bangs, trailing up into his hair when he presses his face against your soft sweater.

“Eddie?”  “Hmm.” His voice is muffled.  “You hungry?”

His head turns so you can hear him more clearly, “Hungry for you.” 

Hopeful mischief twinkles in his hot-chocolate eyes when he peers up at you. 

“Horndog.” “Yes?”  “Gross boy.” “Unh, yes. Say more dirty things to me, baby.”

He has a look of hammed-up ecstasy on his face, scrunched brow and bitten lip. Even though you know he’s pretending, it makes the horny cavewoman part of your brain think about his face when he is actually deep inside you or desperate for your touch - it makes your tummy feel like lava. One night apart makes you realise just how bad you’ve got it for him. You shove at his head and Eddie leans back with a throaty giggle before squeezing your hips again. 

To balance out your playful push and satiate the need building in your gut, you pull him in for a kiss - open-mouthed with the dirty slide of tongue that sounds loud in your ears. Your legs wrap around him, arms tighten. 

“Carry me?” “Bed?” “Sofa, bed. Wherever.”  “Potato, tomato.” “Eddie.” 

He sweeps you off the counter - you’re still surprised and impressed at his strength until you remember him lifting the barrels and kegs at work. You reward him with distracting kisses as he carries you to the soft brown couch and smile up at him when he lays you down gently. He forgets about gentle as he removes his shirt and pounces on you, resuming your dirty kisses from the kitchen. 

Merlot-red nails push the hem of Eddie’s tank top up his pale back, slipping beneath to pull him tighter to you between your thighs. You can already feel him growing hard; you nip at his lower lip and kiss away the sting. 

“Sit up for a sec.” You tap his side but Eddie needs to kiss you just a little bit more before he can pull himself away. 

“Where you goin’?” he asks, a little breathless. Blown-black pupils eat up the brown warmth with his voracious want; he watches as you sit up on your knees and pull your cosy sweater off, then the white vest beneath, leaving you in your creamy silk bra and blue jeans. 

“Pretty,” Eddie whispers, his fingers brushing the little bow between your breasts. He was in awe of your little collection of bras, the matching underwear too. He even loved you in the cotton comfy pants that hugged just right when your cramps ached. 

“Sit back against that end. And take your pants off, handsome.” You smile when he stares at you, “Do you need help?” 

Eddie barely shakes his head as he wriggles out of his sweatpants and sits where you told him to. You balance each other out, taking turns to take the lead. You’re still learning, and despite Eddie’s non-academic tendencies, he’s studious and dedicated to learning what you like, where and how to touch you. You’re his favourite subject and he’s yours too.

You smile and knee-walk across the chasm between you, situating yourself between his legs to take his face in your hands and kiss him. He makes a small joyful noise when you begin to kiss down to his jaw and nuzzle at the dusting of stubble. 

“Smell good,” you murmur, teasing delicate skin with your teeth before bestowing him sucking a wet kiss, enough to leave just a hint of a bruise there. It makes Eddie groan quietly, a desperate little noise at the back of his throat. He’s louder when you slip your fingers down his chest and into the waistband of his black boxers - they have little skulls on them. 

“Cute,” you run your thumb over the elastic at the top as your knuckles brush his cock. Almost an echo of Eddie’s assessment of your bra moments ago. 

Hips push up, almost like an electric shock. There’s a tiny noise that you just about hear, deep back in his throat, a quiet grunt as Eddie covers your hand and shows you what he needs. His pretty lashes flutter as you look at each other, sparking fire in your gut again. You smile and move your hand away, halting his protest by pulling the black cotton down his thighs to drop them on the floor. 

You can feel saliva pooling under your tongue when you see him - you really did miss him, all of him, while you were apart. He’s thick and a few centimetres over average length; a nice dick (rare and wonderful) and he knows what to do with it to leave you brainless and whimpering. Eddie gets one more kiss before you make yourself comfy, lying on your tummy between his legs. Little kisses are peppered on his hairy thighs, over the black and shadow of ink, before you take him in your hand, then your mouth. 

Eddie is in awe of how pretty you look like this, how your lashes kiss your cheekbones and the stretch of your lips (he goes a little crazy if you’re wearing lipstick too, really gets him going). His breath comes hard through his nose as you tongue the head of him, press against the thick vein before taking as much as you can into your mouth. 

“Shit,” he growls, feeling your nails on his thigh as you begin to bob your head steadily. His hips and thighs tense and spread a little wider, needy, as he keeps himself in check. Your other hand holds the base of him, what you haven’t yet tried to fit into that pretty mouth. 

“Look at my girl, so gorgeous,” he murmurs, smiling when your lashes flutter. His girl. “So pretty.” 

You hum affirmative, taking more in when his head tips back to show off his pale throat and the little mark you left behind. His jaw tenses, twitches and you begin the slow bob of your head again. You look up past your lashes, watching his brow crease when you take him all the way. 

“Shit shit shit,” his voice is a breathy growl that bleeds into a louder moan when he sees you looking up at him - his devil woman. “You’re going to kill me someday with that mouth, huh?” he says. The shake in his voice betrays him as he tries to act a little smooth, a little more together as you’re taking him apart. 

You bob your head, imitating a nod, and bring your hand down to squeeze and roll his neglected balls for good measure. That makes him howl and he covers his face with his arm while you let that playful hand take over so you can catch your breath. 

“Y’okay?” you ask, resting your cheek against his thigh as you move your hand a little faster. 

“Mhmm, peachy,” he replies, eyes a little wild. You love the pink blush on his usually pale cheeks, love knowing that he’s like this because of you. 

Eddie strokes your cheek as you take the head of him back between your lips, a tender little caress of his thumb that makes you close your eyes and lean in. You feel hot and slick between your legs, push your hips to the sofa cushion just a little to temper the ache. 

He catches the little motion and his jaw drops a little - it clears his head just a little, zeroing in on you through his haze of arousal. “Oh my girl feelin’ needy too?” he asks, thumb pushing gently against your cheek.

You move your mouth off of him and nod, turning your head to kiss his palm. “Told’ju I missed you.” 

Eddie’s grin can’t be contained. “C’mere then.” His hands run over your back, coaxing you into his lap. 

Once you have rid yourself of your jeans and underwear you take up your throne on Eddie’s thighs. Your appetite for each other meant that he had started storing condoms in practically every room - there's a fresh box on the coffee table, bought that morning after he saw how low the reserves were. 

Your arms wind around his neck, pressing yourself against Eddie as he kisses you again. Fingers drift between your legs, feeling just how slick you are for him - a combination of missing him and seeing the effect of your mouth on his face. You feel his smile against your mouth as you seek a deeper dirtier kiss, sucking that plump lower lip between your own. 

One guitar-string scarred finger is joined by a second, rubbing slow firm circles that make you moan into his mouth. They press inside and his thumb takes up that slow wet rub, pulling more little needy noises from your lips as you take him back into your hand.

Hands and wrists cramp easily at this angle and you take a moment to pull back, biting your kiss-bruised lip before turning around on your hands and knees to present yourself to Eddie. Peeking over your shoulder with a cheeky smile, you see how his eyes blaze before grabbing for the box of Durex. You hide your grin against your arm when you hear him swearing at the plastic wrapping, calling the box ‘a fuckin’ shitbag’ when his nails struggled for purchase against it. There’s a tiny ‘yes!’ when he finally breaks in and you laugh quietly at you listen to the familiar tear-open of foil. 

On his knees, he bends to kiss the rounds of your ass, then dips lower to taste you just once. “Fuckin’ so sweet,” he murmurs, wishing he had the willpower to not follow his dick that afternoon and dive into you instead - but there’s always later. 

You gasp-giggle at the feeling of his tongue and rock back when you see him line himself up. “Please?” Your lips push into a playful pout, “Show me how much you missed me?” You love winding him up like this.

One side of his mouth curves up as he holds your hip, rubs the head against you to play you at your own game before pushing all the way in. Your jaw drops open, feeling full as Eddie rocks his hips minutely. You can feel him pushed right up against you inside and out, his thighs against the back of yours before he begins a deep dragging thrust.

“Shit, you feel good,” he murmurs, stroking your hip lovingly. “That’s it, baby. Let me take care of you.”

You nod, hating that you can’t see him despite how good this angle is for you both. “Eddie,” you whimper, feeling yourself flutter around him.

“Yeah, that’s who’s making you feel good, sweet thing. I’ve got you.” He squeezes your hip, the silver of his rings biting into the doughy softness as he watches his length disappear inside you over and over as he begins to get quicker and harder with his thrusts. 

Your eyes nearly roll back as he pounds into you, fingers gripping the arm of the couch - it’s about the only thing keeping you up as Eddie fucks you and runs his mouth. It feels so good you can barely speak. 

“That’s my girl. Going all cock-dumb on me?” he asks, squeezing the meat of your ass a little harder, watching it jiggle and bounce with his thrusts. “I’ll make you feel good like this every day if you let me. S’what you deserve, getting fucked like you need, huh?” 

Your answering moan is spurred on not only by his words but the graze of his length on your g-spot. “Eddie, god! Yes, right there,” your voice is a babble, the words running into each other ‘yesrigh’there’ as it becomes the only thing you can say. 

The pulsing gush around him, hot wet heat, makes Eddie moan with you. “I know, baby. I know.” His back teeth press together as he holds on, the cord of pleasure pulled tight in his pelvis. The slapping pounding sound fills the room but he can only hear you, almost crying with pleasure. 

“Close,” you murmur, slumped forward a little more. The angle arches your back, pulls Eddie deeper. Your groan is shaky, broken with want. 

“Me too, baby. Got me so wound up,” he murmurs. “Can you touch yourself for me?” He watches your hand move back between your legs, feels the graze of your fingers as you bring yourself closer, small tight circles that sync up with his punishingly good pace. 

“Fuck! Eddie,” you whimper, feeling the inferno in your belly burn bright and hot as you see stars, tears springing as you come hard. 

“Shit shit, that’s my girl. Oh yeah, fuck,” he grinds out,  continuing his thrusts as your body shakes with pleasure. Eddie folds over you, wrapping his arms around you to bring you back into his lap like a rag doll. He can’t bear to not be as close to you as humanly possible as he nears his own orgasm, mouth pressed to your neck to kiss and pant against it as he hammers into you. 

His fingers trail down, finding a quick rhythm that brings you to a shock of a second climax, shorter but no less intense than the first. You feel boneless, yet manage to pull his hand away when it becomes too much, holding his arm around your middle as the other curls up and loops around his neck. Your lips find their way to Eddie’s jaw, pressing wet kisses there. Your eyes are heavy, and yet you see the moment he falls apart. 

His eyes close, face creasing in beautiful blissful agony as he comes holding you in his lap, your name on his tongue. 

Your chest feels heavy, breath synced up as your fingers stroke up against his scalp, past the flyaways. He kisses you messily, so slow and without the same hurry he had mere moments ago. 

Your noses brush against each other’s warm cheeks, lazy smiles pressing kisses as hands smooth and caress wherever is in reach. You feel fuzzy around the edges, warm all over with Eddie plastered to your back. You would both gladly overheat to stay like this a bit longer. Eddie’s lean arms are the only thing holding you together right now, grounded syrupy-sweet kisses that bond the broken bits back into place. 

“Wanna see my girl,” he murmurs after a few moments mouthing at your shoulder, “Easy, babe.” Eddie’s hands on your waist help you to move from his lap, unsheathing him from your body. He wraps the condom in a tissue before lying back, inviting you into his arms with grabby hands.

You bring the blanket from the back of the sofa with you when you lie against his chest, sharing love-drunk kisses as you bask in the glow of each other. 

It’s bright-cold outside the steamed-up windows; the afternoon sun lights the room. His neighbours will surely hate you, but when Eddie strokes his tongue against yours you forget to care.

You brush his sweaty bangs away and press a kiss to the centre of his forehead before resting your head against his chest, tucked under his chin as his hand finds yours. He kisses your knuckles and smiles down at you. 

“Y’okay?” he checks, rosy-cheeked bright-eyed and deliriously happy. Sometimes he feels the need to pinch himself when he realises the woman he had been pining for is now his girlfriend. One time you had been lying together smoking and watching a rerun of Twin Peaks and he had actually asked you to pinch him - his nipple had ached for the rest of the night but at least he knew it was all real. And you had kissed it better. 

Now you smile lazily up at him, real and cosy in his arms. “Never better,” you promise. Your nose scrunches when he kisses it and calls you his little bunny to make you laugh. 

Eddie lights a cigarette and holds it to your lips when you’re too comfy to move. It brings you both back to the real world, back from the plain of absolute bliss. It’s quiet, neither feeling the need to fill the comfortable silence until your curiosity gets the better of you. 

“Where’d you get them?” you ask, lifting your joined hands to finally speak the question you have been meaning to ask. Your fingers slot between Eddie’s, palm to palm, as you admire the silver.

“Been kinda building a little collection since school. Thrift shops mainly.” Eddie shrugs one shoulder; he’s careful not to jostle you too much as you lie against his chest. He pauses to catch a fallen eyelash on your cheek, holding it out to you to blow away. You smile a little and lift your head to wish for a thousand more afternoons like this. 

“I have two nice ones; my friends pooled together for a graduation present for me, and the other one, this one,” Eddie shows you his right middle finger, a harmless flip-off to show you the black enamel heart with wings that he always wears. It’s smaller, less outrightly demonic than the others. The rest of his rings are swapped out, usually a lucky dip into a little dish on his bedside table, but this one stays on. “Bought this one for myself when the band went on tour. Something to remember, y’know?” 

You had heard about Corroded Coffin’s big opportunity last year, playing a few dates as an opening act for a bigger metal band. Your thumb runs over the warm metal as he begins to speak again.

“It was the last day of tour and I was so fuckin’ tired. We were kinda convinced that we were going to be discovered or something, and the crowds really liked us but… it didn’t happen how we had planned.”  

You expect to hear sadness in his voice but there is none. Maybe a hint of resignation that their dream hadn’t become reality.

“Me and Gareth had a fight on the last morning, both of us were hungover as fuck and antsy because it was all going to be over in a few hours. So I stormed off to get breakfast and clear my head, or get more fucked up.” Eddie’s little smile doesn’t meet his eyes; they look a little bit more glossy than usual. “It was my Mom’s birthday and I felt like shit. I would say I found this little jeweller-silversmith place but I think it found me.”

You squeeze Eddie tighter, feeling like he’s letting you see a whole new part of him. A beautiful little sentimental part that houses and holds dear the other woman he loved and the little boy he was when he lost her.

“It was way more money than I should have spent on something so small, but it felt right I couldn’t leave it behind y’know? I went in and it was right there.” His eyes sparkle as he remembers that feeling of all-over calm he felt that day in the little shop. “Went back and apologised to Gare and we played the last show, definitely our best one.”

You lean up and press a soft kiss to his mouth, “That’s a sweet story, Ed. Thank you for telling me.” Your voice is a whisper against his pillowy lips; you kiss those lips again and feel the silver against your cheek as Eddie kisses you back. Your chest feels like it could burst and there’s an annoying pressure at the back of your eyes. 

“You’re gonna laugh at me but..” Eddie rolls his eyes and leans his head back against the arm of the sofa. He figures out his words before speaking again. “It’s like, everything happened for a reason - we didn’t get a big break but we’re all happy. Gareth got into art school, Jeff moved out of his Mom’s place and… I met you.”

Silence. 

His honesty winds you, it hits you so hard in the chest that you can barely fathom the flurry of feelings like wings battering your chest from the inside. Your lower lip wobbles. Eddie is dead serious too; you know he’s not saying it to be playful. He has so much love in his battered heart and it oozes from him.

Eddie was expecting you to scoff or roll your eyes, call him ‘soft boy’ or something. Maybe a very small part of him thought you might brush him off (he didn’t let himself dwell on that bit). He certainly wasn’t expecting the teary look in your eyes. 

“Shit, baby.” He thumbs your cheek and pouts back at you, pressing the sweetest kiss to your lips; so sweet and slow like the maple syrup you have been adding to your coffees now that it’s Fall. “I mean it. If things went differently, if I didn’t come back, I wouldn’t have met the sexy new bartender, huh?”

You smile, laugh a little wetly and try to blame the post-sex rush for being weepy. “I guess I’m a little bit glad you came back to be annoying. Super selfish of me.” 

You can’t help but think that there might be some parallel universe where you’re still shaking cocktails in Jackie’s but Eddie’s on stage opening for Metallica, Corroded Coffin at the top of the charts. With that thought comes a deep-sinking feeling that maybe someday you might not be enough and he will want that rockstar life; groupies, supermodels, a pretty blonde actress on his arm.... Not you. 

Eddie kisses you again and pulls you close, cocooning the pair of you in the blanket. You find his hand to kiss the black enamel heart before resting your head, cheek to chest. 

You have never felt so in love, nor have you felt so scared. Eddie feels lighter now that he has said out loud the thought about fate that has been rattling around his skull for too long. He feels your arms wrapping tighter around him, like he might disappear. 

He presses his smiling lips fiercely to the crown of your head. “What’s goin’ on in here, huh? I can hear that big brain thinkin’ up a storm.” He thinks over everything he said; was he coming on too strong?

“I just really really like you, Ed,” you whisper, squeezing your eyes shut. Telling him that felt so easy; maybe if you weren’t being sucked into an internal doom spiral you could play it up and roll your eyes, pretend it was icky to like him.

“Yeah? I really really like you too.” Your admission makes his heart sing; Eddie tries to temper his smile but can’t. He won’t pretend he’s not head over heels for you, he’d give you a vital organ if you needed it - hell, his heart was already yours. 

He cups your cheek again, coaxing you to look at him. “What else? You’re like… a scared little bunny right now.” He concentrates all his love into how he’s holding you as if it could be transferred like magic from his fingertips. 

“I just...” 

He doesn’t force you to go on when you hide your face in his chest, feeling so stupid for being emotional. Your eyes burn, and he wishes he could be whatever you need right now. He’s not used to seeing his bossy flirty girl so unsure of herself; it makes him love you a little more. He looks up at the ceiling and squeezes your body gently.

“Hey. You don’t have to say anything, just listen okay? I’m serious about you, about... Everything I feel for you.” His voice shakes minutely but he takes a moment, stroking your back to centre himself. “I’m not going to up and leave someday to be a rockstar without you. I need you. Okay? You’re my girl. Best thing that’s happened to me in so so long.” Eddie presses a fiercely loving kiss to your head. “I’m yours, all yours.” 

A tiny shaky sob escapes your throat, leaving you embarrassed. “I’m your girl,” you nod, looking up to see Eddie’s sentimental smile, his wet brown eyes. Your voice is thin and wobbly, like a broken pencil. “I’m so fuckin’ happy with you, Eddie.” 

Neither of you says it, but ‘I love you’ is woven into your confessions, binding you together as you share that moment on Eddie’s squishy, comfy sofa. 

You tilt your head to exchange teary-wet kisses, wobbly smiles on your lips as you begin to feel calmer.

“My baby,” he murmurs. “Don’t bottle shit up, okay? Doesn’t help.” He cups your face, wiping the last stray tears from your cheeks and presses kisses there as a balm. 

“I know. I feel stupid for getting upset, it’s like so early for us..” You look down at his chest, trace the black ink you can reach before looking at his pretty face. You know it’s so early, so why get ahead of yourself when Eddie’s already made you a promise? You take a breath, close your eyes and focus on what you really want, “When can I come to see Corroded Coffin play?” 

Eddie grins, laughs a little throaty. They had taken a little break after tour, played a few bars in the Spring to make sure they didn’t rust up. With Gareth settled back in college, they were ready to get back into it. 

“We’re trying to get a gig for the end of the month. Andy knows a guy putting on a night close to Halloween. Jeff’s the organised one though, I’ll check with him tonight.” He kisses your head and smiles. “I gotta get you a shirt, huh?”

“Mhm, yes please. I heard the lead singer is so hot,” you say, smiling a little when he makes a happy noise deep in his throat. “Might throw my bra on stage if he’s as good as they say…” The thought of seeing your man on stage - your man - makes your tummy flutter. 

“Yeah? Shit, lucky guy.”  

You look up at Eddie and move yourself to rest your forehead against his. “The luckiest. I’m the luckiest girl though.” You mean it too, sealing it with a kiss. 

Eddie cups the back of your head, pressing the loveliest kisses to your mouth. “Lucky fuckers,” he murmurs. You trade kisses back and forth, chasing lazy happy smiles for ‘just one more?’ until you need to move.

“Can I shower? Feel sweaty.” Your time together before work is already ticking away, though you’ve made excellent use of it so far. 

“Can I come watch? I mean wash your back?” he asks, walking his fingers down your spine with a coy little smile. 

“You just want to see soapy boobs,” you tut, looping your arms around his neck as he sits up, taking you with him. 

“What guy doesn’t want to see soapy boobs?” he asks, incredulous at the thought. 

You kiss the corner of his mouth, humming in agreement, “You still got that disposable camera?”

Eddie’s eyes go wide - you half expect his heart to beat out of his chest, eyes on stalks like a babbling cartoon. “Yes ma’am.” 

He dumps you off his lap onto the sofa to root for the camera in his room. The sound of his sweary search carry down the hall as you laugh up at the ceiling.

You love him. You absolutely love Eddie Munson. He’s very easy to love. 

Later, when you’re showered clean (a process which required getting just a little bit dirty again with Eddie worshipping you on his knees in the shower) and full-bellied after the dinner you had brought, you and Eddie get ready for work side-by-side in his room. 

You’re putting mascara on in his mirror, humming to Queen despite Eddie’s protests, when you hear him call your name. 

“Mhm?” 

Eddie’s dressed in a black Henley and some jeans - his leather boots and jacket to go on next. You see the glint of silver around his neck as he nods for you to join him on the bed. 

“Help me pick what rings to wear?” he asks, voice soft and tentative. 

Your heart skips and you nod, crossing the gap to perch on his lap as you pick three more for him to wear - an upside-down cross, a very mean-looking skull, a silver signet ring with ‘EM’ engraved (the gift from his friends for graduation). 

He lets you choose where they go and watches as you slip them onto his long fingers. “Perfect,” he murmurs, linking your hands together. 

“Pretty damn perfect,” you agree, kissing the back of his hand so he will show you that bright and beaming grin. 

You love him, you love him, you love him. And Eddie? He already can’t wait to put a ring on your finger. 

Thank you for reading! Likes, reblogs and comments are absolutely adored and cherished ❤️ 

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[anna1306]

Hey, I saw your Quarry asks were open! Could I possibly request one with reader and Nick? Maybe they get separated from the rest of the counselors after he’s been infected, things get a lil spicy with the whole “werewolf brain” kicking in(however you’re comfortable portraying that), but once the others catch up to you, their presence start to make things dangerous? Thank you!

It may have ended up a lil too spicy 🫢

Devour you

Nick Furcillo x Reader

Warnings: mention of blood, smut (18+), possessiveness

There were times when you said that you liked horror movies. Especially ones like Friday the 13th, when group of people got stuck in the woods and were chased by some kind of maniac. You hated it now.

The summer was so good, it started good. You loved the whole time you got to spend in the Hackett's Quarry. You got yourself new friends, new hobbies, unique experience and most importantly... Nick. You got really close to each other after all this time. Romantically close after some time.

So when you learned that you got another night here, you didn't even think about panic of Mr.H. You were just glad that you got to spend another night closer to Nick. It was great opportunity to spend some time together without a single worry about your day-to-day life.

And then... The chaos ensued.

You still didn't understand fully what was going on. One moment you were sitting near the bonfire, having fun, and the other moment Nick was bleeding, being seriously wounded. You took him to the lodge with others, helping him to the best of your abilities. And when your friends went away to take some supplies and possibly call for help, you stayed back with him. And even there you couldn't be safe.

"There's someone there." Nick whispered to you, suddenly alerted. You looked at the door and darted to it, closing it just in case. When you turned around, Nick was already trying to sit up. You helped him out, carefully holding his shoulders. "We need to get out."

"You sure that there is someone?" You asked him suspiciously, and Nick nodded quickly. "Alright. But the others..." You reminded him of other councelors, who could still be in the lodge. Nick shook his head, grasping your forearms.

"Someone is close. They are far. They won't be here in time." He looked at you, desperation and plea in his eyes. "I want to... I want to protect you."

"You are wounded, you need protection yourself... Shit... Alright, let's go. I will hide you and come back for them." You helped him stand up and you both got out on the street through the window. It took you some time to find your way, but you managed to do so before you heard noise from the lodge. Hurriedly, in the dark of the night, you lead him to some guest house, trying to cause as little harm to him as you could to the best of your abilities.

Once you stumbled in a house, you tugged him to the bed, placing him to sit on it. You darted back to the door, closing it and checking the windows carefully. To see if anyone was there and if this place was truly safe for the boy.

"Alright, are you okay? Does it terribly hurt? I can gonna try and find something for the wound." You came back to Nick, looking at his bloody skin, pointing a flashlight at his figure, but he only shook his head, wincing away from the light.

"I'm fine. It almost doesn't hurt." He answered, and you breathed out. You wanted nothing more, but to cuddle with him and go to sleep, forget all about the nightmares that occured here. But that was impossible. Almost a dream in these circumstances.

"Alright. I'm gonna leave you here so I can..."

"No, don't go!" Nick grabbed your hand fiercely. You winced from the sudden movement, looking at him surprised.

"I need to check on the others. They might need our help." You tried to get your hand from his grasp, but his fingers held your wrist tighter than you imagined, gripping it stronger with your every try to free yourself.

"Don't leave me. They can manage on their own, they have a gun, you don't have anything, I can't have something happen to you. I need you." He almost begged you, not wanting to let you go. You had never seen him like this, so you were frozen for couple of minutes.

"Nick... Are you sure you're alright?

"Yes, I am, I... Don't leave me, please." He pulled you closer to himself, hugging you tightly by your waist, locking you in his arms and not intending to let you go in near future.

"Nick..." Your heart clenched at the sound of his desperate voice and clinging moment. "I'm here. I just... Shit, I don't know who or what is out there. I don't want it to get to the others. Or to us while we are here alone. Our strengths are in numbers."

"I can protect you." He retorted, his face buried in your stomach. You put fingers through his hair, caressing his head.

"You are wounded, love. You need rest and help. Not to protect me." Nick glanced up at you, his eyes almost glistening in darkness.

"I am fine. And I can and I will protect you, I promise." He insisted, moving his hands lower, on your hips. You stumbled a bit from the pressure, clutching his shoulders in response to stabilize yourself.

"Nick, I got it. I'm not going anywhere, I won't leave you, you can let go of me." You smiled a bit nervously, when you noticed his eyes never wavered from your face, nor did his hands moved away from your hips.

"I know. I just can't possibly let you go." The boy whispered, tugging you to himself, so you would sit on his laps. You blushed, looking down at him in surprise.

"Nick, come on. You are wounded, we... Can be in danger. We can't do that now..." He shook his head, stubbornly reaching forward to kiss your jaw.

"I said. I will protect you." He sounded almost angry at your stubbornness, emphasizing every word. But when you took the moment to gather your thoughts, Nick just flipped you over, quickly changing the pose and looming over you on the bed.

Your breath caught up in your throat, when Nick kissed you hungrily, not losing any time. He positioned himself between your legs, and while you had been... Intimate with each other more or less before, this quick and almost aggressive pace was something new. You felt his arousal through his jeans and sensed the tension in his shoulders, as he desperately clutched your hips.

"Nick." You moaned, as soon as he pulled away from your lips. The boy moved to your neck, leaving hickeys on it. You closed your eyes, as you tried to catch your breath. "Fuck, Nick, wait..."

"Mine." He groaned, tugging at your shirt. You almost heard the sound of a ripping fabric, and you decided that it's better to wear your shirt, rather than looking for a new one here in the darkness in an unknown house, so you quickly raised your hands, letting him take it off of you.

You breathed out harshly, feeling Nick's lips on your neck. As he slowly lowered his affection on his body, you trembled. You didn't expect such passion from him, that just overcame him in an instant, seemingly out of nowhere. You put your hands in his hair, tugging at thr strands.

"Nick..." His hands were working on the zipper of your shorts, him clearly not listening to you. He pulled them down, throwing the clothes away, after that taking off his own shirt in sharp moves. "Wait... Your wound." You furrowed your brows, when you couldn't notice the traces of the bite of this strange animal on his body.

"To hell with it!" Nick retorted instantly, pressing himself into your body again. He was almost burning up, his skin was hot and you hissed. He must have had a fever. You tried again.

"Nick, wait, why are you so... Fast and pressing? I'm not going anywhere, I'm..."

"Mine. You are mine." The boy hissed, leaving feverish kisses on your skin. "You can't even imagine how you make me feel. Your voice. Your skin. Your smell. Your touch. Your kiss. I'm obsessed over you. What have you done with me?" He whispered almost panting, not stopping even for a moment, as he gripped your thighs.

"I... Fuck... Nothing." You breathed out, clutching his shoulders, giving in to him completely. He was too persistent, too hot to think about something else, was it danger or your friends. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and he groaned, pressing his arousal into you.

"I will make you completely mine." He whispered, going down on you. You whimpered, covering your mouth with your hand, furrowing your brows. In response, Nick left a bite on your thigh. "I want to hear you, don't hide from me. I want everyone to hear how I make you feel."

"You've gone mad." You breathed out, looking down at Nick. You could swear that his eyes were glowing, but you weren't able to oppose it much longer. Not when he covered your sex with his mouth. "But I like it..." You moaned, closing your eyes and throwing back your head.

You put your fingers through his hair again, tugging and pulling at it, while he quite literally devoured you. He was never that eager and passionate about you. It was a whole new experience. You couldn't help but moan, losing yourself in your feelings. Nick worked fast on bringing your first orgasm, and you, overcome with tension, emotions and fear, just let yourself go. But the boy never stopped, pressing himself only more to your core.

No matter your pleas for a minute rest at least, he never stopped. The noises in the room were overwhelming, Nick seemingly enjoyed it more than he ever could apparently, his determination was astonishing and mind-blowing.

Suddenly he growled almost animal-like, his iron grip on your hips becoming tighter. You hissed from sudden discomfort mixing with your pleasure, not understanding why he suddenly became more aggressive.

"... Y/n?! Nick?!" You heard screams from the street. The guys caught up to you, and apparently it stressed out Nick to this point.

"Mine..." He groaned, his nails digging in your thighs. You whimpered and tugged him on his hair, upper, closer to you. At the same time you wrapped your fingers around his cock, trying to ease him into his own climax.

Nick growled at the touch, his grip on your thighs becoming unbearable, as he slips hand over your sex, to get you to that high. You bit through your lip, feeling metal taste.

"Mine!" He kissed you, hungrily licking at your wounded lip. His fingers worked faster, coaxing another orgasm out of you, as you crushed down in his hands. He followed you in couple of seconds, staining you with his seed.

You didn't hear, feel or see anything for several minutes straight. Pain in your body, which was mixed with the pleasure, overwhelmed you as well as your emotions of fear, lust and love. As you were coming down from your high, you heard Nick's nervous voice.

"Oh hell, oh shit, fuckfuckfuck, Y/N, I'm sorry." You opened your eyes to see frantic Nick, looking at you, seemingly frustrated at something. You lazily reached out to him, taking his hand in yours.

"Hey, what are sorry for?" You smiled lightly, looking at him tiredly. He licked his lips, gripping your fingers.

"I hurt you. There... There are bruises! Scratches! Blood... You are almost unconscious, I..."

"Nick... You made me cum. Two timeS in a row. I'm fine with little bruising." You blurted out shamelessly with almost drunk smile. His grip tightened up for a second, but he mirrored your smile.

"Nick! Y/N!" Amy's voice sounded really close, as you glanced at the door. They came really close to you.

"Shit..." You winced, when you tried to sit down. Nick furrowed his brows, as if fighting with pain, his eyes glancing over you. "Nick, give me my shorts."

"You will leave me?" He asked you, clearly unbelieving your words. You sighed, losing last crumbles of understanding about what was going on with him.

"I don't want them to see me like this. And I bet you don't want them to see me naked either." You explained quietly. Nick nodded and stood up, going straight to your shorts. You barely could see anything in the darkness, but the boy navigated his way pretty well on his own, you noted.

When he returned to you, you put on the shorts he gave you and reached for the shirt, wincing from the pain. When you stood up, you felt blood from the deep scratches Nick left on your thighs. Shit, he was honest, it must have looked awful. It felt like it. The boy watched you with pained expression on his face.

Suddenly he stood up and take his shirt off, keeping only tank top on his body. He hugged you and wrapped the piece of clothes around your waist, tying its long sleeves, so your hips would be covered.

"I'm sorry." He whispered again. But before you could say anything or move to the door, he looked at your face with that strange fire in his eyes, that was almost menacing. His voice dropped a tone "If they even dare to look at you strangely, I will kill them, take you away and devour you whole."

#the quarry #quarry #quarry imagine #quarry x reader #nick furcillo x reader #nick furcillo #nick quarry #nick furcillo imagine #x reader #reader insert #gender neutral

[ssahotchnerr]

omg hi again! was just sweeping my living room & started thinking abt doing chores with aaron & just the sweet domesticity of it 🥺 doing laundry together, cleaning the house (he volunteers for bathroom duty bc he’s a sweetie), cooking together, him washing the dishes after you’ve made him & jackjack a meal (plssss the never ending compliments he’d give!!), helping jack sort through his toys & making a donation pile for the ones he doesn’t want anymore, helping aaron sort through his ties, etc..

sheesh i need me an aaron hotchner to experience domesticity bliss with 🤧🦋 ok bye!! 🥰

-🧡

aaron is such the kind of person to begin collecting dishes from the table after a meal 😭 like everyone's finished eating, you and jackers are simply chitchatting and he silently begins to clear the table 🥹🥰 and as he's washing dishes, you come in the kitchen to help and he absolutely insists he has it covered and you should go relax <33333 it's the absolute least he could do <333

also, i like to think that since aaron is typically home more during the weekends, friday nights are dedicated to chores and housework if manageable - that way, there's two whole days dedicated to relaxing and spending time together rather than one or something of the sorts.

AND AH stop i love the visual of aaron helping jack going through his toys omg 😭 the two of them sitting on the carpet in jack's room, making piles - to keep, donate, AND toys jack wants to save for any future siblings 🤭 they always do this right before christmas, or jack's birthday, during the summer - a mid year clean out. <3 in addition, aaron (and you!) both really hype up doing so. you both collectively explained to jack how there are some kids who don't have much at all :(, and that he can really help and make someone's day by giving back. and if he had so much fun with an action figure - just imagine how much fun another kid would have who has never had an action figure!!!!!!🥺 so when it comes around the time to donate, jack is more than happy to sort through his toys, he doesn't whine or complain at all. and while doing so, he's holding up different items and asking aaron or you - "do you think someone will have fun with this?🥺"

your mind >>> AGAIN thank you for sharing <333

#🧡anon #let's talk aaron <333333 #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine

[peterman-spideyparker]

Hypothetically Real Future (Billy Russo x fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! I was supposed to post this a few days ago, but after being over-productive at work to account for taking few days off, I was too exhausted to edit and post. But here it is! The whole idea was inspired by listen to the Jackie and Ryan soundtrack and hearing Ben Barnes sing. Enjoy! :)

Summary: Billy comes to surprise you on a Friday afternoon, but when he has plans to whisk you away for the weekend, you let him in on your babysitting plans for a friend.

Warnings: Fluff (established relationship, Billy being very sweet and the secret softie he is, Billy having pet names for reader), angst (reader and Billy want some different things, but they haven't talked about it, talk about family/Billy's past)

Other Characters: OFC

Word Count: 2,908

“Hey, doll face,” Billy smiles as he leans against the doorframe to your office. 

“Billy,” you smile as you swivel toward him. Getting up, you maneuver around your desk and move to hug him. Before you can wrap him in a tight embrace, he whips out a bouquet in the space between the two of you. You giggle as the petals of the flowers tickle your nose and hide the lower half of his face, prompting Billy to playfully wiggle his eyebrows. You happily take the bouquet from his hands before leaning in for a sweet kiss. “What brings you to my neck of the woods?”

“Figured I could spring you a bit early from his place,” he hums as he rests a hand on your waist and kisses your neck. “It’s a Friday afternoon in the middle of the summer. Nothing important is getting done, and you know it.”

“You have a fair point.”

“Then let’s get going, sweetheart. I can call in a favor, and we can have a very nice, very sexy weekend in the Hamptons.”

You let out a sigh, resting your forehead on his shoulder. “I'd love that, but I can’t, though.”

“But you just said nothing was going on. Perfect excuse to leave early.”

“I’m watching my friend’s baby this weekend. Her and her husband have to go to his grandma’s funeral in Washington state, and she doesn’t feel comfortable bringing Colin on a plane. I need to grab my weekend bag before I go over to their place. Sorry it puts a wrench in your very sexy Hamptons plans.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s great that you’re doing that for them. I know if I had a baby, I wouldn’t trust them with anyone else but you.”

“Thanks,” you smile. 

“Maybe I could swing over with dinner one night. Keep you company.”

“If you keep doing things like that, Frank will tease you about going soft.”

“Yeah, that punk started to do that when we started to date.”

“Well, in that case, no need to prove him right. You’d never hear the end of it.” 

“Yeah, you’ve got a point,” he chuckles. “How about this: I bring you to your place, help you grab your things, kiss a bit, and I drop you off at their place. At least we can spend some more time together.”

You chuckle and lean in for another kiss, his hand firmly on the small of your back to hold you in the embrace. “Sounds nice, Russo.”

“Thanks, baby,” you smile as Billy pulls over in front of their house. 

“Any time, sweetheart,” he hums, kissing your cheek. “I’ll wait until you make it in.”

As you grab your things, you give Billy one more kiss and get out of the car, moving up the steps and knocking at the door. 

“(Y/N)!” your friend Anna says with a hug. “I can’t thank you enough for watching Colin this weekend.”

“Don’t even worry about it. I know how close Ronnie and his Nonna were. It’s the least I can do.”

“Is that Billy?” she asks, leaning to the side and waving to the car. 

“Yeah, he picked me up from work.”

“You know, he can stay the whole weekend. It’s not like you’re randy teenagers that are gonna have sex everywhere. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to have a two person team to deal with a two month old.”

“If you and Ronnie are sure—.”

“Of course! Just have him drive around the block, and he can take the spot we’re parked in once we leave.”

With another hug, you scurry down to the car.

“You okay, baby?” Billy asks. 

“Wanna help babysit this weekend? I’ve been given the thumbs up,” you smirk. 

“Oh, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Please? It’d be easier to watch Colin with another person there. Besides, two month olds aren’t the best conversationalists.”

Billy sighs. “I’m sorry sweetheart, but . . . I’m just not good with babies.”

Your heart sinks because you know he’s lying right to your face— you’ve heard the stories of how good he was when Lisa and Frank Jr. when they were babies. You’ve seen the pictures and how he seems so comfortable, so natural with them, so happy with them, but you don’t push it. 

“Okay,” you tell him. “I’ll text you.”

“Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

Moving back to the front door of your friend’s house you turn back and give Billy a wave goodbye. 

“How about we find something to watch while the bottle warms, hm?” you say to Colin as he remains nice and snuggled in the wrap. “What are you in the mood for? Comedy? Period drama? Procedural? Reruns from the 70s and 80s? Channel surfing until we find something we like?” A little grunt that falls from his mouth. “Yeah, channel surfing is good. Sometimes you don’t know what hits the spot until you find it. Wise beyond your two months, my guy.”

When you hear the doorbell ring, your brows immediately scrunch in confusion. Moving over to the bay window, you carefully peer out from behind the curtains, smiling brightly when you see Billy’s lovely profile standing patiently on the stoop. 

“We’ve got a visitor, Col,” you coo, walking over to the door to open it. “Hey, Russo.” 

“It’s good practice to ask ‘Who is it?’ before opening the door,” he grins. 

“My apologies," you chuckle. "What exactly brings you here?”

“I saw the way your face fell when you said I wouldn’t stay,” he says quietly. “I’m sorry.”

“Bill, listen—.”

“You really do have a terrible poker face, sweetheart.”

“If you don’t want to be here, I’m not gonna force you.”

“I really do wanna be here, baby. I wanna be here with you. Trust me. I also brought some late night snacks.” With a lopsided smirk, he lifts up a brown paper bag. “Crab rangoons, potstickers, General Tao’s chicken, lo mien—.”

“Snacks? That’s dinner—second dinner!” you giggle, stepping to the side and ushering him in with a jerk of your head. 

“Snacks, dinner, whatever,” he smirks. “Figured you’d need to keep your energy up. Sit down, get this little guy fed, and I’ll be right there.”

With a little smile, you move to the living room and adjust, tilting Colin just right to make feeding easiest for him. As he takes the nipple into his mouth, Billy sits down next to you with two plates that have a little bit of everything in it. 

“Open, sweetheart,” he hums gently, taking a bite of his egg roll before bringing yours to your lips. You smile before you bite down, humming in delight. 

“Thank you,” you chew as you finagle the remote in your free hand and flip through the channels. “As my knight in MSG armor, you get the honor of choosing what we watch.”

“Aw, you’re too kind, princess.”

Settling on reruns of Bob’s Burgers, Billy continues to feed you while Colin finishes his bottle and you burp him. The entire thing feels incredibly domestic, and you can’t help but imagine what it would be like in your shared house, taking care of a baby that’s half you and half Billy. But then you remember how Billy acted when you brought up him babysitting with you. If he had meant what he said, though, then why would he come back with food?

“You alright, babygirl?” Billy asks softly. 

“Hm? Yeah,” you nod. “I’m gonna go and give Colin a bath before I put him down. Would you mind terribly cleaning up?”

“You got it, sweetheart.”

Getting up, you hold Colin close as you ascend the staircase and gather everything he needs. You try to prolong the bath as much as you can, your mind racing as you try to analyze Billy’s behavior. Did he feel guilty? Is he trying to save face? Billy is hard to read normally, but this is a whole new branch of difficult you didn’t know was possible. What if it’s something to do with you? Are you the reason he’s acting weird? 

Your spiral is cut short when you hear the hardwood of the townhouse shift under his weight. 

“Don’t you think he has enough lotion on him?” Billy teases softly as he rests against the door frame. “Any more, he’ll slip right out of your arms.”

“That’s a worry that never crossed my mind before now,” you sigh, looking down at how Colin smiles at you. You listen to Billy walk over, pressing a kiss to your neck as a hand rests on your waist.

“I’ll be your back up guard. He won’t stand a chance if he tries to wriggle away.”

You let out a hum of a laugh as you wipe your hands clean before you move to put a onesie on him, carefully zipping it up before Billy follows you to Colin’s nursery. 

“Can you grab me one of the books?” you ask. 

“Any one in particular?”

“I know they have Madeline—I’m the one that gave it to them.”

“Isn’t that more of—?”

“More of a what, Russo?” you challenge softly with a raised eyebrow as you sit in the rocking chair. 

“Nothing,” he says with a shake of his head.

“That’s what I thought,” you smirk. 

Taking the book from his hand, you open the book and start to read, gently rocking back and forth in the chair. Colin is quick to fall asleep, likely due to the bath, and Billy takes the book from your fingers carefully as you continue to rock him to make sure he’s out. You gingerly stand up and place him in his crib, tip-toeing out of the room with Billy. 

“How about you try to get some rest?” Billy whispers, kissing your cheek. “I’ll stay up a bit longer, keep an ear out for him.”

“Bill, I—.”

“Isn’t there a saying about sleeping when the baby sleeps? At least one of us should heed the advice.”

You stop in the hallway and turn around, cradling his face in your hands, pressing a soft, sweet kiss to his lips.

“I love you, Billy,” you whisper. “Thank you.”

Billy gives you one more kiss before gently rubbing your arms, up and down. “Sleep well, princess.”

Just as quickly as you settle in and fall asleep, you get stirred awake when you her tiny little cries make their way over the baby monitor. Sitting up in bed, you rub the sleep out of your eyes and turn your attention to he nightstand where the device rests. 

“Hey, buddy,” you hear Billy say over the monitor. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay, bud, you’re safe. I’m here for you.” You listen to him let out a soft sigh as he bends over to pick Colin up, undoubtedly trying to rock him back to sleep. “No need to cry,” he hushes. After a few moments, you listen to him start singing, his voice soft, calming, and down right beautiful. It’s so unexpected, you sit in the bed, frozen in surprise as you listen. Slowly, Colin starts to calm down as Billy keeps on singing. You can’t help but smile, and you slip out of the covers and quietly pad over to the nursery, resting against the doorframe as you listen to Billy finish the song, carefully putting a sleeping Colin back down in his crib. 

“I hoped that you wouldn’t get woken up,” he says gently as he turns around and approaches you. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” you say with a soft smile. “I heard it over the monitor.”

“Oh,” he says as his cheeks flush pink.

“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s cute.”

He shuffles over to where you stand, wrapping an arm around you, pressing a lingering kiss on the crown of your head.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” he murmurs as you move to the living room. “You’ve been a bit off all night.”

“It’s nothing, Bill, I promise.”

He kisses your forehead, tucking wisps of hair behind your ear. “You know you can tell me anything. What’s going on?”

His voice is so gentle and his chocolate eyes stare at you like a needy puppy.

“You’re so good with him,” you tell him. “I’ve heard the stories from Frank—I’ve seen the pictures . . . I don’t know. I’m just overthinking it Billy, really, I—.”

“No, no, c’mon. Keep talking to me. What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”

You let out a breath as you sit on the sofa and pick up one of Colin’s stuffies. “Is it because Anna and Ronnie are my friends and not yours? I know you’re not as close with them as you are with Frank, but I didn’t think that’s be a deterrent for babysitting. I mean, it should be easier to—.”

“Is that what you think this is about?”

Your heart jumps in your throat before rocketing to the bottom of your stomach. “I told you I was overthinking, and I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—.”

“Can I be honest with you, sweetheart?” 

You nod, and Billy adjusts before he leans forward to gently take your hands in his. “I didn’t want to come because I didn’t want to see you with a baby.”

Your eyebrows pull together as a small frown pulls on your lips. “I . . . I’m not following.”

He sighs and sits down carefully on the ottoman. “I knew that if I saw you with Colin all weekend, I’d want to have a baby with you.”

You look at him, desperately trying to read all the emotions on his face. “Is . . . Would that be the worst thing?”

He lets out a breath as he looks down at the floor, almost like he’s ashamed to look at you. “I never knew my dad. I don’t have a relationship with my mom. I’m screwed up enough. I don’t want to screw up another human being.”

“I guess we never really talked about anything that far ahead.”

“No,” he says quietly. “We haven’t.”

Leaning forward, you kiss his forehead, running your fingers through his hair and cradling his face.

“When my brother found out he was gonna be a dad, he was worried about a million things—how he was gonna screw up, if his kids were gonna be assholes, if he would be enough. And my dad told him that because he was worrying about all these things when he didn’t even know the sex of the baby, he was gonna be just fine. All those things showed how much he cared.” From down the hall, you can hear how Colin starts to fuss, and you lean back from his touch, pulling your hands from his as you throw your hair into a pony tail, but not before you lean forward to kiss his temple, running your fingers through his hair. “For what it’s worth,” you say softly, “I think you’d be a great father, Billy.” 

“Sweetheart—.”

“Get some rest, Billy. You’ve been up since four this morning and you watched Colin while I slept.”

Moving from him before he can protest more, you go to Colin’s nursery as you hold him, letting a tear roll down your cheek while you console him. It’s not long until he calms down, his tiny fingers curling into your shirt to hold onto you tight. You have to carefully pry his little fingers open so you can put him down, slowly as to not wake him back up.

“He all good now?” Billy asks as you slide back under the blankets. 

“Out like a light,” you tell him, pecking a kiss to his lips. “Just needed a new diaper and some cuddles.”

Turning on the mattress, Billy wraps his arms around you and nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck. 

“You’re the only person that I’d want to have a baby with,” he whispers. “I’m not ready, but . . . I hope you’d still want to have a baby with me. Some day.”

His words hit you in a spot you didn’t know about, and you just snuggle down onto him. “I do,” you whisper. “I just . . . We have some things to talk about.”

There’s a thick silence in the bedroom, but the way that Billy rolls you over and presses a pillow-soft kiss to your lips, tucking your head under his chin and wrapping you secure in his arms, it tells you that he’s open to a future he never truly thought of—not in a way that mattered to him before.

“So . . .” you start softly. “Hypothetically . . . Potentially, would this ‘someday baby’ . . . Would it be after a hypothetical wedding? If that’s something you’d be interested in. Hypothetically.”

His silence, even though it is only a few seconds, it feels like forever, and it feels like you might have just ended your relationship while cuddled in his arms. 

“Hypothetically?” he murmurs. “No.”

Your heart absolutely drops, and you can feel the tears well immediately. 

“Realistically?” Billy continues. “Absolutely.”

Sitting up in bed and pulling out of his arms, you turn to face him and smack him. “Russo, you can’t do that!”

“Ow!” he says, rubbing the spot where you smacked him. “You’ll wake Colin!”

“I don’t care!”

“Okay, I realize that wasn’t the smartest way to say things, but . . . I love you, sweetheart, I do. And after we talk things over, like really talk them over, make some pictures clearer . . . Yeah, it’s in our future. Our real future.”

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His and Her Perspectives - Chapter 3 (18+ Only)

So sorry for the delay. I wanted to get this to you guys before I head out to run some errands, been pretty busy the last few days. This was edited and somewhat partially drafted into completion, however, it is not at all proofread or checked over for errors so please excuse all of that. When i get time tonight, i'll look it over and fix any errors that exist. but for now, enjoy the read!

Pairing: Ooohohohohoho you know who. ;)

Warnings: Yes, this is like pure smut, the whole chapter. Not at all for anyone under the age of 18, so minors please ignore this post. As per usual, the smut is very descriptive, and some curse words. Just the standard stuff. But still a good read if you're trying to get in the mood or an idea of what car sex is like with MGR/MRE/HHP Heeseung ;)

Next chapter is also going to be fully smut-ish so for those of you that live for smut, stay tuned.

The surprise i have in store for you guys will be posted later, i just wanted to get this chapter out because ive been on and off working it for the last few days and I am just ready to get it out so i can work on the next one.

Summary:

Summer was swinging by faster than you could enjoy it. Emily and the girls thought of ways on how to dedicate the remainder of the break to make the most out of the last couple of months and enjoy the season to its fullest. That was when they thought of a nice trip into the valley with the boys, a mass get-together where we could all enjoy each other’s company and have game night at a rental.

It didn’t take long for the girls to find a large home at a decent daily rate, located near one of the famous vineyards in the country. The boys all thought the trip was a good idea and even offered to take charge of the barbeque, much to Emily and the girl’s delight.

You could tell Heeseung liked the idea of the trip, even though he maintained his usual habit of remaining calm, quiet, and sitting with his arms crossed, merely giving a simple nod and half a smirk when Jake turned to ask him if he was excited about the trip.

After a few days, you all had prepared and packed up for an early departure. The drive was long, nearly four and a half hours into the valley, everyone agreed to leave early in the morning while it was still dark out, hoping to mitigate the risk of getting stuck in traffic. Much to the boy’s dismay, the girls dictated that the carpool-maintained gender integrity, mainly so that they could enjoy each other’s company and catch up on daily gossip while they boys spend some quality time themselves.

Witnessing the dictation of transportation assignment, you noted Heeseung’s lowering tilt of the chin as his hat hovered and casted a shadow to cover more than just his eyes. He didn’t like the idea of making a long drive without you being beside him, not because he was the clingy type, it was more so because he had planned on taking the opportunity to rest you on his lap and tightly embracing you.

Though the feeling was mutual, you felt deep down that traveling separately was for the better. Based off the last time you sat on his lap, you both found that it was a prime position for one of your many sexual episodes.

It was on a Friday evening, you and Heeseung decided to go the movie theater. Arriving fairly early, he parked his car near the back end of the lot where it was secluded and sparse, just so you both could have some privacy to talk and freely display your affection without having to worry about exposing yourselves to people passing by.  The windshield overlooked the wide shopping center across the street, with the glittering lights that decorated the shops, and the pleasant view of shoppers mingling from afar, the view produced a wholesome charm of simplistic night life.

Admiring the view, you felt a piece of your hair being tucked away as Heeseung continued to admire your profile. You shyly chucked towards his lovely notion, which only invigorated him more.

Once you both had walked in, found your seating, and watched as the movie began, the moment the beginning credits displayed the main roles was when you lost all interest in the original event. The feeling in your gut proved to be too distracting after the moment in the car. You became stimulated by the act of him moving your hair aside as he peeked at you with one visible eye from underneath his cap.

Making sure to hide it within the hair that framed your face, you glanced over to see that even though Heeseung was facing the screen, you could tell that the sexual tension was building up by the way he kept bouncing his leg. His hat that traditionally covered his eyes, gave his face more shadow from the dimmed lighting inside the theater, it made it hard to tell if he was looking at the screen or possibly gazing at something else while facing it.

His elbow propped up on the arm of the seat, as his face slightly resting against his hand, you took visual notice of the way he had his index delicately placed on his lips, brushing it back and forth gently, occasionally dragging the skin with it as he revealed a subtle display of teeth. Moving your eyes back forward, the tingling sensation grew stronger and even though you tried hiding it by crossing your arms over your chest, the depths of each breath you took was too steep, the inclining rise of your breast was too noticeable. Unsure of how to remedy the situation at a public setting, you both sat there in silence as the movie continued playing. When suddenly you heard Heeseung stand out of his chair.

Two steps in, your view of the screen is blocked by Heeseung, casually standing in front of your crossed legs and extending a hand to you. He doesn’t say a word.

You look up to see that the bill of his cap, along with the effects of the lack of lighting, aggrandized the shadow over his face, leaving only his lips to remain visible, along with the hazy side smirk it formulated. Grabbing his hand, you realized how much the tension was affecting him when you felt the weight of his pull nearly levitated you off your seat. It was so sudden, the way your body lost contact with the cushion as your legs caught up with the movement to keep you from falling over. His grip on your hand was welded.

After straightening your posture, his free hand moves up, and you stood admiring the mask of shadow that his face wore, as he gently fixes your hair with the tips of his fingers. Beginning at your hairline, you felt the light touch of his skin as his fingers pinched a small amount of hair as he delicately relocates it to the side and tucks it behind your ear. The tips gently wrap’s the piece around and behind your helix, where they remained for a second before dragging along the skin behind your ear until they encountered your earring.

He rests the dangle on his index, admiring the butterfly trinket attached. Afterwards, he continues the trailing movement of said finger, letting the earring fall from its rest as he traces your partially exposed jawline inwards towards your chin, where he used his thumb and inner knuckle to nourish a faint hold. Committing to another favorite habit of his, you felt his thumb extend its reach and brush over your lips, from center moving outwards as he rests it on the outer corner, composing small light strokes.

Heeseung synthesized many habits that reciprocated his sentiment towards you, one being his usual and most displayed act in moving, playing, or fixing your hair to amplify the exposure of your face, mainly your eyes, as evident from his showering verbiage expressing his fondness when admiring them. The second habit was the stroking and brushing of your lips.

Of all his habits, there was one that he frequently committed, at least once a day. It was his penchant for facial contact, with or without kissing permitted. Every day when you were on your way to your next class, Heeseung would do the same and walk in your direction. Regardless, it had only been a couple of hours that he hadn’t seen you, it was obvious that you were indefinitely on his mind.

Once you found yourself breaching his presence close enough to ask him how his morning classes were going, he carried his usual trait of withholding a verbal response. Instead, he’d raise a hand to push the bill of his cap up, revealing a raised eyebrow that gave him a confident expression. The tilting of his bill is followed by him placing the same hand on the back of your head, administering a slight grab of hair as he would pull your face in to meet his, nose to nose. The groove of your lips is met with his, but not in the form of a kiss, just touch. He would angle his forehead inward and flutter his lashes against your own, initiating butterfly kisses as he formed his tenacious smirk against your lips, leading to a dual chuckle that you give to each other.

In the theater, you continue to be the canvas of his thumb strokes as he savored every precise detail of your face. Using the grip he had on you, he turns and walks you out of the building, across the wide lot, and back to his car, not a word is spoken from him. With only the view of his broad shoulders, you catch yourself admiring his lethal frame from the back, watching his tall stature as he moves closer to the car with his arm extending backwards as he maintains the grip of your hand, trailing you behind. The wispy length of his hair barely extends pass the nape, faintly touching the back of his collar. No matter the angle you viewed him in, you couldn’t help but find him irresistible.

His pace slows as he reaches the back seat door, opening it, he pulls you by his grip and swings you around to face him. While maintaining the grip, he swings his hand around your backside, bending your arm by the elbow as it is pinned to your lower back, fingers intertwined with each other’s. He pulls you in and kisses you, just a small kiss, but ever so tender like the others. He nods you to get inside the backseat.

Once you slid in, you shift down to the window seat next opposite of the one you had just entered through. He follows in after you, positioning himself on the center seat with his legs widespread, each foot placed behind the two front seats. He faces in your direction, slightly leans over to kiss you once more. You feel his hands roaming from your breasts down to the smallest part of your waist and with utter ease, you’re surprised at his strength as he lifts you, only releasing a single deep moan and breath into your mouth as he picks you up, shifting your backside during movement so that it was facing him as he positioned you on his lap.

The feeling of sitting on Heeseung’s lap became one of your favorite sensations in the world. The moment he rests you on his lap, his hands drag from your waist, and down to your hips as he presses you down against his crotch, enforcing you to feel an overwhelming and pleasurable pressure from the back. As your back arches, your head tilts back against his, you feel him pressing his nose and lips against the soft skin at your nape, burrowing his soft kisses.

His hands that rests on your hips begin to set the pace for your hips to move along with. Pushing and pulling you to a rocking motion, the arch in your back simulates oceanic waves as the back of your head remains resting against his forehead. The soft kisses on your nape transition into a passionate massage as you feel his tongue becomes involved and traces small circles with each wet, and suckling kiss he leaves. You feel him inhaling the scent of your perfume that you applied on the base of your neck, with his face attached to your nape, he enjoys each whiff he takes in. Just as you relish feeling the air he pulls in with his nostrils against your skin, your body slight jolts out of shock at the feeling of his teeth gently nibbling, following by the caressing of his tongue. Concentrating at the center, his oral performance migrates over to the side of your throat as he pulls you in closer, your back fully meets his chest and your head rests on his shoulder as he burrows his face in the nook of your neck.

The motion of your body does not stop, in fact, it continues with a stronger pace as you begin to feel his hips thrusting upwards against your derriere, syncing with the moment your hips roll down on him. His eagerness is evident by his desire to increase the pace, but you use the weight of your hips to suppress each thrust to tease him a little. Not being able to take it, he reaches down and lifts the flare of your skirt up, pinning it to your pelvis with his other hand as he maintains a grip on you. He pulls down your panties, they nearly rip off from his eager ardor had it not been you lifting one leg to feed through it, salvaging the lace material as it drapes and falls on the other leg, collecting in a ring around your ankle.

Accomplishing the goal of getting your sensitive bud exposed, you feel the cold air greeting the skin in between the two folds. The sensation is followed by the pressure of his fingers as he reaches over your thigh and rubs his tips in circular motion against your clit, afflicting gentle taps with his rubbing motion. The moans that rush out your mouth are both soft and harsh as each gasp takes your breath away. The beat of your heart speeds up, pounding against your chest plate, feeling as if it will explode.

Commencing the last rub, he cups you as his middle finger is injected into your opening. Your moves speed up as you feel your mouth drying up from the consistent moaning and gasping, you’re committed to. Once he felt that he has acquired the first phase of your desire, he sticks his index in to join his middle, feeling the fluid of your arousal gushing out, coating each finger.

The arm around your waist tightens, and you feel him pulling you even closer as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you. Each moment they thrust in, you feel him lifting you upwards as the base of his palm pushes against your base, shifting your weight upwards. Your head surpasses his shoulders, and your chest extends higher, nearly reaching his face as you feel his lips softly pecking below your collarbone.

The sound of skin-to-skin contact is promoted by the heavy moisture flowing in and out as his fingers manipulate the pace and your movements. Just when you feel as though you can’t take enough, his fingers thrust in deep, and remain still. You feel them waving inside you as he massages the interior flesh of your cavity, effectuating unanticipated moans to burst out from your lips as your body wallops upwards from the overwhelming sensation.

Slowly, he slides his fingers out. The sound of his zipper and button coming undone, along with your exhausting pants fills the hollowness of the stagnant car. Feeding through the opening of his briefs, you feel the warmth of his shaft and the tip graze in between your thighs. It is soft, dry, and smooth, it feels gentle and similar to baby skin as it rubs against your skin.

Your head rests on his shoulder. Nose, eyes, and lips facing the window as the side of your cheek and neck is decorated by the hair sticking on to the faint bit of sweat that glazed your skin. From the corner of your eye, you watch as his strong, and large hand grabs the base of his shaft. His long fingers wrapped around the thickness of his diameter, which was so thick that in fact, compared to it his notoriously large hand almost appeared smaller in size.

With his firm grab at the base, he extends the length perpendicularly, the tip eyeballing the roof of the car. A shiver travels from your toes, along your spine, and to the back of your neck as the size of his penis intimidates you. It didn’t get much better as you kept gazing at it, the more you had looked, the larger it seemed to appear. You kept your face off to the side and squint them shut as you prepare yourself for penetration, knowing it’s about to come as you feel the skin of his tip inching closer to your folds.

He guides the tip to rub in between the skin, up and down. He coats the muscle with the wetness that escaped you during his earlier performance, and before you know it, the sound swirling sound of wet skin swooshing against one another returns. The sound takes over your gasps as they die down from the break.

The sudden feeling of his face burrowing into the nook of your neck went unappreciated as you didn’t get the chance to apprize the feeling due to his entry that followed immediately after. The combination of his open lips against your neck, breathing out semi-harshly and the tip of his nose pressing into you right below your ear, enshrined the severity of his penetration. You felt the hot air from his breathing coating your neck, it condensates your skin as you feel drips of moisture trinkling down to your collarbone. The sharpness of his entry can’t be ignored, but the feeling of his face on your skin helped in distracting you from the pain, even though it was only slightly.

The sound and feeling of the vibration in his voice as he gasps and grunts into your neck takes you over the edge as he simultaneously thrusts in and out. He starts of deep but slow, going in, pulling out, just as the tip is edging its exit, only for him to thrust back in deeper than before. The feeling of pressure and being filled shrills you, it’s a feeling you’ve never experienced before he came into your life. It was overpowering, both enjoyable and painful.

The movement of your body shifting upwards became more prominent than before when he used his fingers. His hips bucking up into you dramatized the elevation of your weight. The moans were replaced with cries of immense stimulation as each thrust incites your muscles, causing them to contract and shake, ridding more moisture than before as it gushes out, only to be thrusted back in.

The feeling of his chest permanently attached to your back provided a feeling of comfort and safety. He felt so broad and hard, the width of your shoulders was not even half of his. Your hands rest on the sides of his seated hips, desperately trying to find something to latch on to from the excitement of the sting and ecstasy convulsing in your body. All you could feel was the smoothness of the faux leather seat, the flat surface giving you nothing. The feature of the newly modeled car allotted for the seat belt latches to remain hidden and tucked in between seats, to maintain a slick aesthetic appeal, which had ultimately work against you as you couldn’t dig them out with just your fingertips.

Desperate as the quivering sensation takes over your body, you reach up and grab on to his arm that remained steadfast and wrapped around your waist. You felt the muscles of his forearm as he slightly pushed you down each time he thrusted, then lift you when he partially exited. Upon feeling you reaching up and grabbing onto his arm, it propelled him to increase the pace, he burrows his face in deeper to the nook of your neck, causing his cap to fall completely off his head.

His soft hair cushions against the straight edge of your jawline. His heated gasps are now accompanied with soft kisses, the sensitivity of the skin on your neck shivers upon receiving them. The arm around your waist remains steady, even tightened as the pace grew, while his other hand rests on your inner thigh, gently applying pressure to maintain the spread of your legs. His fingertips tapping your skin every so often when your cries became harsh and out of breath.

“Uh! Baby. Fuck!” He states in between his gasps.

“You’re so damn beautiful, I’m so fucking lucky I get to be the one to do this to you.” The more he spoke in his low and calm tone, the more you felt yourself gushing out the natural essence of your body, which only promoted him to thrust in and out with ease.

“Fuck baby, keep getting wet for me, makes it easier to fuck you. You’re so fucking tight.”

He was right, it did make it easier for him to ravish you, the pace of each thrust came in faster, and faster. He was rough, but nowhere near as ferocious as his Ethan. There was still a soft side to Heeseung’s performance that allowed you to maintain some aspect of the setting, whereas his Ethan persona would normally induce you to a state of unawareness and peaked exhaustion.

The pace continued to go faster, unsure of how it was possible, yet all you could do was to take it. It didn’t matter how loud your cries and pleasuring moans were, the car was parked away and at a distance where no one could see, hear, or save you. You were at his mercy, for the pleasure was too great at times, you almost felt the desire to escape his grasp. Whenever you shifted, attempting to close your legs or extend your hips away from his groin, the hand that laid firmly on your inner thigh would hold you down and spread, reminding you that there was no escape, not even from the gentle Heeseung. His vigor remained ever present no matter what side he was taking, himself or Ethan. For both entities, the difference on the achievement didn’t matter, there was one goal that they shared to obtain, and that was to get the both of you to cum.

Suddenly, your body couldn’t take anymore. You felt your muscles violently contracting, the shaking of your body terminates the smooth sail of your body’s movements that had, up until that moment, followed in sync with his thrusts. Your hips jolt, up and down, left to right, only to be suppressed by his grab on you as he forces you to remain steady while he continues thrusting. The feeling was beyond overwhelming, it was too good that it was almost painful. Your body tries to fight it by shifting fiercely, trying to break free, yet the slap of his hand against your thigh as he pushes you down with his arm and strengthens his grab overpowers you, causing you to scream.

“Oh yeah, that’s it baby. Cum for me.” The feeling of his lips moving as he spoke, grazing against the sensitive area of your neck did not help the matter, your mind went into the state of confusion as to trying to configure if the sensation you were forced to succumb to was good or bad, or both.  All of which became null and void when your orgasm kicked in and put you on cloud nine.

His thrusts became heavier, deeper, and dowdy as the speed increased, all the while you became limp and barely out of breath as each weakened moan escaped you. The tingling high you felt in our gut shuddered your muscles as your body began to gradually release a fluid that is different from the natural lubricant it produced before. It felt sour, almost stingy but not at all painful, just overly euphoric. You couldn’t control it as you screamed and dug your fingertips into the arm around your waist, feeling him pushing you down as he felt the flow of your orgasm drowning his tip and trickling down his length.

Three deep thrusts in as you were cumming, you felt the fierceness of his gasps coughed against your neck as he releases into you. His hand that had rested gently on your inner thigh suddenly grabbed hold and just like you, the fingertips dug into your skin, pushing your thigh outwards more in the process while bruising the skin. A series of hard but slow thrusts followed suit, as if he was making sure every drip went deep inside.

What followed suit were everlasting moments of peaceful rest as you both regained your breaths, mainly you. Your raging pants were gently persuaded to calmness as you felt his hand rub and massage your chest, while his relentless kisses on your neck continued.

“Breathe for me. Breathe for me, baby.”

He calmly tells you, all the while his shaft remains in your body, surrounded by your warmth and softness.

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[ilovecupcakesandtea]

Chapter one Chapter six My master list

Title: Chapter five

Word Count: 1614

Archive Warnings: Smut in future chapters. Slight angst. Alcohol misuse.

Rating: E

Pairing(s): Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham

Character(s): Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, Benny, Uncle Wayne & The Party

Tags: Smut. Angst. Steddie. Buckingham. Steve Harrington. Eddie Munson. Robin Buckley. Chrissy Cunningham. Band AU. TW Alcohol use.

Summary (optional): Two different styles of music, two boys that really don't like each other. What could possibly go wrong?

Beta Reader: Thank you so much to my beautiful beta readers @slippy-slip @ladydarklord & @dontwasteyourchances

Art link and credit: Art is by the wonderfully talented @pink-luna-moth (as is the banner)

Fic link and credit: Ao3 Link

AN: First off thank you to Alex for the art and being just amazing to work alongside. Thank you to Slip for dragging me back from the edge so many times over this. I really am so excited to have this out here!!

I wrote this for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang event and had a lot of fun doing so!!

Divider links: reblog and music notes

Graduation came and went, and before they knew it they had a regular Friday night slot at the Hideout. The Spitfires had been playing weekly there for a few weeks now and each week it felt like they got better and better. More and more people seemed to be there each week and last week, they had stepped off the stage to a small crowd of fans waiting for them.

The music they were writing together felt like it was getting better too. It turned out that as the four of them, they could each see things in a song others couldn’t. Steve was constantly trying to find the beat in the song and moving words around to fit that beat better. Robin was great with the linguistics of their writing and changing words as needed. Chrissy was the best at making sure the whole thing flowed perfectly, and Eddie was primarily the songwriter, spending many a sleepless night hunched over his notepad until the sun started to rise and he had to grab a couple hours of sleep before school. Since they had all graduated, time not spent working their summer jobs was spent together, either practice or writing time. 

One Friday at the end of their set, they were greeted off-stage by Benny himself. 

“Great set as always,” He said “Come with me a second?” he asked before walking off to his office.

“So I’m friends with the manager of Healer in Indy. I’ve had a word with her and got you a spot next Friday. Not headlining, but on before the headliners. You lot deserve to be playing at a bigger place, give you a chance of getting more fans.”

“Seriously?! That’s awesome, Thank you so much, man!” Steve exclaimed, grinning ear to ear. 

The band spent the rest of the night celebrating and talking about the future. How they were going to spend their first million and such. 

A week later, the band was backstage at Healer. A nervous energy flowed through each of them. The venue was packed and the band that had gone on before them had been amazing. 

“How are we meant to follow that?” Chrissy asked, panic only just being disguised from her voice. 

“Oh bunny, you’re going to be so good up there on stage, god I wish I could be in the crowd just so I could watch you up there.” Robin soothed, pulling her girlfriend close and kissing her softly. 

Steve and Eddie stepped away, closer to the stage allowing the girlfriends a moment alone.

What felt like both fleeting seconds and an eternity later, the band was on stage. The lights were bright and hot, hitting them all in their faces immediately. This was a new level for the band. So many more people than they were used to playing to and a much bigger venue. 

“Good evening beautiful people! My name is Eddie, this is Chrissy, that's Robin and the half-naked dude on the drums is Steve.” Eddie said into the mic, pointing to everyone in turn. “We’re The Spitfires” 

40 minutes later, the four walked off stage, physically drained but mentally flying high. It was the best gig they had ever played. The energy they had got back from the crowd was immense. Loud cheering at the solos they played and even shouts for an encore when they left the stage. 

Heading to the small green room, they all got freshened up, changed, and went to mix with the crowd. It felt so good to have people seeking them out to let them know how much they loved the set, wanting to know when they were next playing and where, asking if they had any music recorded and released yet. 

They had all been chatting and dancing for a while when a guy walked over to Robin and started to dance with her. She moved away from him and the guy followed. 

“Leave me alone please, I’m in a relationship and don’t want to dance with you” Robin shouted at him over the music. 

“Aww come on sweet thing, he’s not here right now, come dance with me. One dance won’t hurt.” The guy replied, grabbing Robin and pulling her to him. 

“Get off me!” Robin screamed, catching the attention of Steve straight away. 

“She said no, leave her alone” Steve growled attempting to pull the guy away from Robin. 

“Awww your boyfriend came to your aid, how very knight in shining armour of him.” The guy snickered, 

“I’m not her boyfriend. But the lady said no so go the fuck away before I make you.” Steve responded. 

“Make me,” came the reply before the guy moved forward, only to be stopped by a hand on his shoulder. 

“I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing but I think you should leave, now” the voice of Eddie came from behind him. 

“And who the fuck are you? A second cock for this slut?” the guy spat.

“I’m the guy that’s getting your ass out of here for speaking about one of my best friends like that.” Eddie seethed, pulling the guy away from Steve and Robin.

“Get your hands off me, let me go” the guy shouted at Eddie. 

“Absolutely fucking not, you utterly vile excuse of a human. You are exactly the reason women are scared to go out alone. You’re lucky I’m in a really good mood or I’d cut your dick off and force it up your nose.” Eddie shouted as he threw the man to the ground outside the club. 

“That was so fucking hot” Steve breathed heavily as he pulled Eddie down into an alleyway and pressed him against the wall. “The way you stood up for Robin, the way you manhandled him out of there, so fucking hot.” 

“Oh really big boy? Like the idea of me being all manly like that, hmmm?” Eddie asked, raising an eyebrow before leaning forward and kissing Steve tentatively at first. 

Steve pressed him further into the wall and deepened the kiss. Grabbing Eddie's shirt, soft fabric in his fingers, and the slight grazing of skin under his palms, Steve pulled the other man towards him. Tongues chased each other and breaths mingled, thoughts of anything but each other stopped. 

Moving from kissing Eddie's lips to his neck Steve continued to kiss down, exposing more of the other's body. Sinking to his knees, he undid Eddie’s belt and pulled his trousers down just enough to be able to take his dick out of his underwear. 

“Fuck” Steve whispered, almost to himself, as he freed Eddie from the confines of his tight jeans. 

“Just going to stare, or do something with it hmm, princess?” Eddie questioned, looking down at the boy in front of him on his knees. 

“God you’re so fucking insufferable, you know that right, Munson?” Steve bit back, starting to stroke Eddie slowly. 

“Either use that bratty mouth of yours for some good or don’t, but you’re the one that initiated this. Might I remind you we are outside.” Eddie quirked an eyebrow and smirked slightly.

Taking the base of Eddie’s cock firmer in his hand Steve stroked harder and quicker. Looking up at the other man through his eyelashes he ran his tongue on the underside of him before taking the soft head into his mouth and swirling his tongue around and taking more into his mouth. 

“Shit, sweetheart, if I’d have known your mouth was as good at sucking dick as it is mouthing off, I’d have had you on your knees ages ago” Eddie sighed, taking Steve’s cheek into the palm of his hand. 

Taking more and more of the dick into his mouth and then down his throat Steve moved his hand away from the base and down to the balls, taking one in hand and massaging them. 

“Fuck sweetheart, taking me so well, look at you, so fucking pretty with a cock in your mouth, much prettier when you’re not being an insufferable brat” Eddie said, reaching down and taking a fist full of Steve’s hair pulling his head back slightly. “Want me to cum down your throat, sweet thing? Keep things cleaner?” Steve nodded the best he could in response, not breaking eye contact; he could feel his eyes getting wet and his vision was becoming a little blurry around the edges from lack of oxygen. That heady feeling and Eddie looking down at him with pupils blown was all he needed to cum untouched, a whimper on his lips the best he could. 

“Stevie baby, did you just cum from sucking me off? Jesus, you really are something else.” Eddie panted, thrusting his hips slightly. 

Steve’s glazed-over look, a blush on his cheeks, and his eyes so blown Eddie couldn’t tell you the colour was all he needed to spill down the other man's throat with a grunt. 

The two walked back into the club, grabbed fresh drinks from the bar, and went in different directions.

Heading to the bathroom 20 minutes later Eddie saw two people pressed close in the small hallways very clearly making out. It wasn’t until he got closer that he realised that it was Steve pressed against the wall. Eddie went numb; this just proved to him that whatever he felt for Steve was completely one-sided. 

“How do I taste?” Eddie asked, thinly veiled mania in his voice. 

“What?” The guy attached to Steve replied.

“I asked how the IPA tastes here?” Eddie responded, smiling. 

“I don’t know, I’m busy here so fuck off”

“Yeah, I can see that, have a good night, Stevie” Eddie said, walking off and leaving the club.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #robin buckley #steve x eddie #stranger things reverse big bang #stranger things fanfiction #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #smut #tw smut #tw alcohol #buckingham

[alwritey-aphrodite]

Country Roads, Take Me Home

Chapter 15 of You Are In Love

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: modern!Poe Dameron x reader

Warnings: none :)

Word Count: 4.2k

Author’s Note: sorry this took two whole months… updates should be quicker now though!!

The snow starts to melt away, leaving gray sludge behind, and even though the skies turn blue and the sun comes out, it’s still close to freezing most days. Still, it’s as close to spring as you'll get before summer starts, so you’re going to enjoy it.

You start walking to work again, enjoying the sunshine all bundled up in your coats and scarves, music playing softly through your headphones. As awful as winter normally is, it wasn’t as horrendous as years past; the worst of the season was spent with people who love you and you’re starting to find those little slivers of happiness in every day. Still, you’re glad that spring is starting to show itself.

The days pass by slowly, but it doesn’t feel as if time is crawling. Instead, you simply enjoy yourself in everything you do and realize how wonderful your life has become. Even a year ago, if someone would have told you how happy you are now, you would have laughed in their faces.

Sure, you still have some rough days and it wasn’t as if you were completely miserable before, but in general terms, you’re doing so much better. You have wonderful friends, a great job with a boss who genuinely cares for you, and time to pursue your artwork, which people seem to enjoy.

Life has been wonderful and crazy and beautiful, and you couldn’t be more grateful.

It’s during these months, where your routine doesn’t feel as stifling as it used to, that Poe throws you for a loop.

The most consistent thing throughout the changing of the seasons is your weekly get-togethers with your friends. Sure, you see Rose almost every day and Rey, Finn, and Poe pop in while you’re working all the time, but these Friday night traditions always give you something to look forward to. No matter how shitty of a week you had, being with your friends seems to make everything better.

One evening, towards the end of February when the weather can’t decide if it wants to be winter or spring, the five of you are seated on Finn’s couch, laughing away at the ending of some shitty movie and eating from the array of snacks you’d all brought. It’s nice and comforting and leaves you feeling warm all over, and it’s exactly what you needed after a long week.

And then, as the credits roll, Poe begins to ask a question.

“I was thinking of heading home for a few days, spend some time with my dad, if any of you want to come with?” He’s speaking to the group, but he’s looking right at you, “I know he wouldn’t mind sharing his time with me with you guys.”

Now everyone’s looking at you, as if this question wasn’t directed at everyone and you’re the only one who can answer.

“What weekend?” You ask instead, terrified that this is a test and you’re about to say the wrong thing.

“Dunno yet, a few weeks from now.”

Everyone’s staring at you as if your answer is the most important thing in the world.

“That should work for me,” you respond, eyes flicking around to look at all of your friends.

“That doesn’t work-“

“Sorry I’m busy-“

“Someone has to watch Bee-“

They all answer at the same time, smug looks on their face as if they just pulled off the heist of the century, even though they’re not as subtle as they hope. You roll your eyes, almost on instinct, because of course they’d try to pull something like this, as if you can’t tell what they’re doing.

Poe, however, seems oblivious, jumping right on into logistics and travel time and what weekends work best for you, even as you’re staring daggers at Finn across from you, who’s pretending you’re not there.

The evening ends, but not before you scowl so much you’re almost convinced your face will stay like that. You know your friends have good, if a bit ridiculous, intentions, but it still bothers you, how you feel as if you’d walked into a trap.

Still, you try not to dwell on it, and instead spend the next few weeks freaking out about what you’d actually agreed to. You’ll be spending four whole days with Poe and his dad, and as much as you enjoy both of them, you can’t help feeling like an intruder already.

The day before you’re supposed to leave, you FaceTime Finn as you’re arm deep in cookie batter, having a mental battle with yourself.

“I should just call it off, right?” You don’t give him time to say hello, “This is totally crazy and I’m an idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot.”

You pause what you’re doing to really look at Finn, to let him take in the pure stress radiating off of you, “We’re leaving at 3 AM tomorrow, I’m not even done packing, and I’m baking cookies.”

“Ok, so maybe you’re a little bit of an idiot,” Finn concedes, if only to make you crack a smile.

He’d been the one to listen to your anxious rambling for days, listening to you wonder if it was too late to tell Poe you changed your mind. Finn had also been the one to talk you back from the ledge, to remind you of how much you enjoy spending time with Poe and how nice his dad is.

And, if Finn maybe had some ulterior motive for you to be going on this trip, you had no idea.

“Fine, whatever, I’m hanging up now because you’re no help.”

“Love you!” Finn shouts out as he hangs up, knowing that your cookie dough covered hands are in no state to touch your phone.

Trying to relax your mind, you throw a few trays of cookies into the oven before returning to your bedroom and the disastrous state of your suitcase, with clothes and toiletries thrown around. With a slightly clearer mind, it doesn’t take long for you to nicely fold and pack the clothes you’re taking and fill up a small bag with all the toiletries you’ll need.

With everything looking cleaner, you head back out into the kitchen to pack up the cookies that are cooled and take the fresh ones out of the oven. While waiting for the new batch to cool down enough to get thrown into a package, you make a list of everything you’ll need to grab before you leave tomorrow.

Once the cookies are all packed up and your list has been double and triple checked, you head off to bed, hoping to get at least a few solid hours of sleep before your alarm goes off.

It seems like you’ve barely closed your eyes when your alarm goes off, but you still dutifully haul yourself out of bed and groggily finish all your last minute tasks. When you get the text from Poe that he’s outside, you’d been sitting half-asleep at your kitchen table, your bags at your feet and the container of cookies hugged to your chest.

After taking a few minutes to maneuver yourself downstairs with your suitcase and bag of snacks for the day-long car ride and your box of cookies, you finally arrive at Poe’s car. He looks just as tired as you are, but he still smiles at you like you make the world turn when he sees you. It would be impossible not to smile back.

He’s dressed comfortably, wearing a worn-in hoodie you can’t help but daydream about stealing, with his curls strewn about his head, as if he’s been running his hands through them over and over. You can’t help but wonder how it would feel, to trail your fingers across his scalp, to twine the soft-looking ringlets around your fingers.

“There’s coffee for you in the cup holder. Green mug,” he says as a greeting, hauling your bags into the backseat while you climb into the passenger side. As much as you both know you’re perfectly capable of putting your own bags in the car, you know not to argue about it by now.

Instead, you take the time to notice how cozy Poe’s made his car for this drive. There are blankets settled in your footwell, the coffee he mentioned sitting next to his own orange travel mug, and a few pillows piled in the backseat. You notice his own bag of snacks, placed perfectly within your reaching distance.

He really does think of everything.

Soon after he’s easing away from the curb and giving you another quiet greeting, you find yourself drifting off to sleep. It would be practically impossible to stay awake, with the gentle movements of the car and the warmth from the heater and the blankets you’d piled on top of yourself. You feel sorry for Poe, who has no choice but to stay awake and drive, but soon your head is lulling against the window as you nap.

By the time your eyes flutter open for good, the sun is rising and large, empty fields are rushing past your window.

“Have a nice nap?” Poe asks, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye with a teasing smile.

“Mhm,” you pick up your travel mug, taking a long sip and letting the warmth run through you.

Even though Poe’d been teasing you, that was probably the best nap you’ve ever had. You were warm and comfortable and once you fell asleep you were out cold. Now, Poe has the radio playing softly, occasionally tapping his thumbs against the steering wheel to the beat of the song.

The fields passing by your window are empty of snow, and even the sunlight makes it seem warm. You’re thankful that Poe’s from someplace warm, where you don’t need to worry about getting frostbite if you step outside for a moment in what should be spring.

“How much longer?” You ask, twisting yourself around to grab some of the snacks you’d brought.

“‘Bout six more hours,” Poe responds, laughing as your mouth drops open. God, you just want to record that laugh and play it on repeat whenever you’re feeling down.

Sometimes it seems like Poe’s made of pure sunshine, with his brilliant smile and bright laugh, his unwavering support and seemingly endless joy. It makes sense that he’d grown up in the Sunshine State, running around barefoot between orange trees and splashing in the ocean.

He seems like he belongs somewhere as warm and bright as he is, but you’re not sure you could make it through winter without him.

The next few hours pass by with more of the same; quiet music on the radio, snacking, sporadic conversations, and nothing but fields to look at. Of course, you could always just sit and ogle Poe, but you’d rather not get caught staring at his gorgeous side profile before spending four days with just him and his father.

It’s peaceful, though, and time seems to fly by as the conversation picks up the more awake you and Poe become. Even though you’ve been on the road for a few hours, it’s still painfully early.

Right before noon, Poe pulls into a rest stop, turns off the car, and immediately hops out to stretch his legs. You follow suit, watching through the car windows as Poe leans into the backseat and digs around in one of his bags before pulling out some sandwiches.

Walking around to the other side of the car, you grab the food from his hands and turn to make your way to a bench.

“C’mon, we can have a picnic,” you call over your shoulder, turning slightly to see if Poe’s following you or not. He is.

“I would’a been fine eating while driving,” Poe grumbles, even as he sits down next to you and takes the food back. He hands you your sandwich, and you unwrap it with a hum.

“I know that, but you can take a little break. We’ll just get there a few minutes later than you’d planned,” you reason before taking a bite of your food. You can’t remember ever discussing your sandwich preferences with Poe, but it’s perfect and entirely unsurprising.

The two of you sit for a few minutes longer after finishing your lunches, legs stretched out onto the sidewalk. It’s nice, just sitting next to Poe in the sunshine, but too soon for your liking he checks his phone, and then you’re off to hit the road again.

This leg of the trip passes almost the same as the first, except the fields look swampier and the temperature on your phone screen continues to rise. As much as you enjoy the fall and winter, you’re ready for them to be over, so a few days in a warmer climate is going to be perfect.

“About twenty more minutes,” Poe tells you as he gets off the highway, and nerves start to grow in your belly. As relaxed as you’d been all day, you’d totally forgotten to feel anxious, and now it’s coming back in full force. You try not to let it show, taking a few deep breaths as you look out the window at the small town passing by.

The town gets left behind, and after a few more minutes on country roads, Poe’s pulling into a driveway. It’s a large house, with a wrap-around porch complete with a porch swing and a flower bed in the front. You can’t see the backyard from here, but from what Poe’s told you, there’s a handful of orange trees back there.

You’re not parked for long before you see the front door open and hear the excited yipping of a dog. Kes makes his way down the front steps as you exit the car, the dog bounding down around him and running straight at you. You can’t tell what kind of dog it is, but it’s big, and its tongue is lolling out of its mouth when it comes to a stop in front of you.

“Lucky, relax,” Kes shouts out as he makes his way across the gravel driveway. Poe’s busy getting all of the bags out of the car, so Kes comes over to you, gently shoves Lucky out of the way, and wraps you in a hug. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“You too,” you tell him as you pull back, and you hope he knows you’re being completely honest. Just seeing Kes reminds you that you truly have no reason to be nervous, because even though he’s Poe’s dad, he’s wonderful and easy to be around. Like father, like son, you suppose.

Poe greets his father, the pair hugging as Lucky jumps onto their legs.

“You haven’t calmed down at all, huh?” Poe asks the dog as he squats down to give him some hello scratches.

“Barks his damn head off every time a car drives by,” Kes responds, but you can hear the fondness in his voice.

After all of the greetings have taken place, and Lucky gets distracted by a bird hopping around the yard, you make a move to grab your bags but Kes stops you.

“You’re our guest,” he tells you, holding out a hand for the handle of your suitcase, “I can bring your things up to your room, you just get settled.”

You can tell that he won’t be taking no for an answer, so you just smile and thank him and hand over your bags before following the Dameron men into the house, Lucky bounding after you all.

The interior is gorgeous, with pictures hung on every wall and splashes of color throughout the ground floor. It feels lived in and loved, exactly how a home should be. It makes sense that Poe grew up here, though you wonder how much has changed throughout the years.

Poe and his father drop the bags by the front door, meeting you in the kitchen where Lucky has flopped himself onto the floor for you to rub his belly.

“The guest room isn’t exactly usable right now, I hope you’re alright with staying in Poe’s room?” Kes asks, and you look like a deer caught in headlights.

“How is it unusable?” Poe asks his father, arms crossing over his chest.

“I had to get a new mattress, I got rid of the old one. New one isn’t here yet,” Kes leans against the counter top, raising an eyebrow at his son’s questioning.

“Why the hell did you get rid of it without getting the new one first?”

“I don’t know, Poe, I didn’t think it would take this long.” Kes pauses, looks at where you remain crouched on the kitchen floor with fear practically radiating off of you, “you gonna make our guest sleep on the couch?”

Poe sighs, “No.”

“I really don’t mind-“

“No way in hell,” Kes cuts you off, not unkindly, “Poe can sleep on the couch for a couple of nights.” With that, the conversation is over, and Poe turns to take your bags up to his room.

“I’m sorry,” you say from the doorway, feeling as if you’ve already ruined everything.

“What are you sorry for?” Poe seems genuinely curious, confusion coloring his voice. You simply shrug; you can’t just stand here and tell him you feel like you shouldn’t have come and that you ruined his visit home.

“We can share the bed, I don’t mind,” you tell him, and Poe pauses what he’s doing, standing completely still. “I mean, I don’t want you to have to sleep on the couch or the floor.”

“Are you sure? I really don’t mind, I’ve slept on that couch plenty.”

“I’m sure, Poe, this is your house, you can sleep in your own bed.”

With that, he finally smiles at you, and gives your arm a squeeze when he slips around you to grab his bags from the front hallway. You give yourself time to take a few deep breaths and stop yourself from totally freaking out about what you’d just agreed to, and then you head back downstairs.

“I was planning on ordering pizza, if that’s alright with you?” Kes asks as you join him in the kitchen, patting the counter as if to tell you to take a seat.

“That sounds perfect.” You tell him your preferences, and chat politely until Poe comes back downstairs. Even though you’ve only ever spent a few hours with Kes, you feel relaxed around him, able to joke around like you’ve known him your entire life.

Kes is the epitome of a dad, from the way he picks on Poe to the way he complains about Lucky while feeding him practically half of his meal. He’s kind and funny and seems like he’d give the best advice, no matter the situation. The more time you spend with him as the night goes on, the more you realize how right Finn was when he said you had nothing to worry about.

Earlier than normal, you decide to turn in for the night, the early morning and hours on the road catching up with you. Poe lets you shower first, and even though you promise to be quick, you weren’t prepared for how great it would feel to wash the day away, to stand under the warm water and let it run over you after spending all day cramped in a car.

Even though you’d taken longer than you said you would, Poe doesn’t mention anything, just grabs his towel and clothes and heads into the bathroom. Despite how badly you want to examine all the corners of his childhood bedroom, want to smile at his past obsessions and hobbies and decorating skills, you don’t want to cross any lines, so instead you claim your side of the bed and lay down, scrolling through your apps and responding to messages from Finn and Rey and Rose.

While Poe’s still in the shower, there’s a knock at the door, so you throw yourself off the bed despite how comfortable you’d been because you don’t want to seem rude. When you open the door, Lucky squeezes his way past Kes, who’s arms are full of blankets, and makes himself at home on your bed.

“I know Poe can be a blanket hog, just wanted to make sure you were comfortable,” Kes says as he enters the room, setting the bundle down on the bed. On top of the neatly folded pile is a set of watercolors and some paper. “Poe’s mentioned how much you like to paint, I thought it would be nice to give you the option. And hey, the sunrises here are pretty nice, if you can manage getting up that early.”

It’s such a thoughtful gift, you don’t think a simple ‘thank you’ will suffice, but you can tell from his tone that Kes doesn’t think much of it.

“That’s so thoughtful,” you tell him, hoping your eyes convey the words you can’t manage to figure out, “thank you.”

As expected, Kes just shrugs it off with a smile before he calls for Lucky and heads out of the bedroom.

“Sleep well,” he calls out as he closes the door, a soft, knowing smile on his face.

“Goodnight,” you reply, but the door’s already closed. You hope he heard, that he doesn’t think you’d ignored him.

Almost as soon as Kes leaves, Poe enters the bedroom, still toweling off his damp hair. You slip into your side of the bed, pulling the sheets up around you while Poe stands, looking like he has something on his mind.

“Do you want me to build a little wall of pillows?” He offers, already setting into action to grab the supplies he’d need for his little construction project.

“I think I can handle myself for one night,” you smile, trying to come off as you’re joking even though hints of the truth are leaking through.

Poe finally stops his searching and nods, standing still for a few seconds before finally turning off the lights and moving into the bed.

“Goodnight,” he whispers, and you’re surprised by how close he sounds.

“Goodnight,” you respond, trying to decide exactly how mortifying it would be for Poe to wake up with you wrapped around him like a koala.

You try to put that thought aside, and let your exhaustion from the day wash over you, snuggling deeper under the covers and falling asleep almost immediately.

When you wake, there’s sunlight streaming through the curtains, and you feel something warm pressed up against you. Cracking your eyes open, you realize that it’s Poe; you’re pressed up against his side, face tucked against his neck, while his arm wraps around your waist and holds you close to him.

Immediately, your heart ticks up, pounding against your ribcage and you try and figure out the best way to move away without waking Poe. Though, the more you think about it, you’d slept better than you had in ages and Poe seems comfortable. So, instead of moving away, you tuck yourself back into Poe’s neck and close your eyes, letting the gentle back and forth movement of his fingers along your side to lull you back to sleep.

Only a few minutes later, you feel Poe move against you, hear his breathing pick up as he wakes. You pretend to still be sleeping, and you have to ignore the pain in your chest as he extracts himself from your hold. Instead of rolling over and going back to sleep, though, he creeps over to the bathroom, careful not to wake you.

When he returns, you’re sitting up against the headboard, scrolling through your phone.

“How’d you sleep?” He asks, and you’d forgotten how much you loved how scratchy and soft his voice sounded in the morning.

“Great,” you tell him honestly, “better than I have in years.”

Poe smiles, bashful, before telling you he’s going to head downstairs and make coffee if you feel like joining him. You make yourself a bit more presentable and meet Poe in the kitchen, where your coffee is already sitting on the counter, just the way you like it.

The two of you head out on the porch, mugs in hand, and sit next to each other on the wooden swing. You’d slept too late to see the sunrise, but the morning light washing over the open expanse of road and plants is stunningly beautiful. The air is balmy, with the promise of heat to come later in the day.

Poe’s thigh is pressing against yours, and neither of you move away, just sitting silently next to each other as you sip on your coffee. It’s hard not to think about the future, about how you’d want to do this everyday. This might be paradise, you think, feeling lighter than you have in months as the sun washes over the landscape and creeps under the awning to play across the wooden porch.

“Can I tell you something?” Poe asks, looking out towards the horizon, fingers drumming against his mug as he uses his feet to gently push the swing forward and back.

“Of course.” You couldn’t stop looking at him even if you tried, with the way the breeze ruffles his bed-head curls and the sunlight frames his profile like a halo.

“You’re my best friend.”

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[ravennaramos]

(Rare / long post) Yesterday was my final day of work, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't spend last night in tears.

I feel a little numb, and it feels surreal overall, that I am leaving New Orleans, and so rapidly (this Friday!)

Anybody that knows me, knows that this city comprises not only a core part of my personality, but also my identity as a whole. Since I was an eleven-year-old girl, this is the only city I've ever wanted to live. I cherish carnival season, the brass bands, the above-ground cemeteries, and the streetcar that I can hear from my living room. I have five New Orleans tattoos. I adore the crescent city, and I am grieving its loss as thoroughly and deeply as any loss in my life.

But when I look back to the summer of 2016, as I was preparing to load up our 15-foot U-Haul and commence the 1,000 mile journey southward, arriving on NOLA's doorstep homeless and jobless, I can't say that I thought I would live here forever. I can't say that I saw myself living here until I was 90, weaving the decades together in a single continuous unbroken thread of Mardi Gras and hurricane seasons and Mr. Bingles. If anything, perhaps I didn't expect to live in one flat for seven years straight, the longest I've lived at one address since I was a child in my mother's care. And I certainly didn't expect to level up the way that I have professionally, starting out as a cashier in the French Quarter for $13/hour, and ending up with a shiny new graduate degree and a wage offer nearly three times that. New Orleans has simultaneously been a loving benefactor and a cruel mistress.

I think that, more than most, COVID really broke me. I didn't realize it back in 2020, or even 2021, but it is clear now. I never stopped quarantining. Sure I leave my house for work, and making groceries, and the few beauty appointments that I schedule. But I walked out of the Quarter when I lost my job on March 19, 2020, and did not tiptoe back inside its boundaries until four weeks ago on August 12th. The few friendships that germinated here died unceremoniously over that time, due to my lack of attention, and I was unable to nurture them back to life. I don't really go anywhere, I don't really do anything. The last three years haven't been a waste; I've worked meticulously on myself, my physical and spiritual health, my emotional and professional growth. But I feel that I've come to the end of being able to move forward in this city, at this time. I have to force myself out of this cycle of working and coming home to an apartment I'm renting alone. Home ownership, international travel, a marriage, a family, a doctoral degree, career growth, ain't gonna manifest itself.

In many ways, I never got used to being back in the Southeast of my childhood. I never got used to hurricane season, or the streets flooding with every single goddamn rainstorm, or the potholes that blew out my left front tire. I never got used to the sewage & water board neglecting to read my water meter for over two years now (they send estimated bills). I never got used to AT&T's 18mbps internet, the fastest I can get here. I never got over Hurricane Ida, or the Hard Rock Hotel collapse. As a child I would scream and cry at the sight of a flying cockroach; I still do. And I sure as fuck have never gotten used to this unrelenting godforsaken heat, the hottest summer in New Orleans ever on record, 52+ days of excessive heat warnings thus far. Inadvertently, I'm donning the label of climate change refugee. Everyone here will, a hundred years from now. 

My relationship with New Orleans is complex and complicated. I'm sure that I will cry while packing up my things and perhaps all the way to the eastern seaboard. İn şa Allah, I will try again here in the future, perhaps retire here when I can acquire such luxuries as central air, a dishwasher, a parking spot, a washer and dryer. For now, my blossoming must continue within the funny-shaped border of the beautiful blue state of Maryland. I am ready for a beginning.  

I love you, New Orleans

#new orleans #nola #writing #goodbye

[a30somethingslookatpopculture]

Top 10 Movies that *Feel* Like Summer

(I only included films that I have seen or personally feel capture that summer feeling).

Stand By Me

The boys spend their summer day going on an adventure. Along the way, they connect on a deeper level. Sure, they’re on the hunt for a body, but it’s the perfect encapsulation of childhood and those summer memories with your friends. The Oregon backdrop really creates the mood; with beautiful mountain scapes, lots of sunshine, woodland areas and swamps, etc. It’s also a beautifully written (and even more beautifully acted) film. When I think of summer as a young teen, I think of this film. 

Friday The 13th / Sleepaway Camp (You could also put Fear Street Part 2 here as well)

I’m putting these two together since they are virtually the same thing. Both films take place at a summer camp. And of course, involve good, wholesome Slasher fun! They have beautiful lakeside views, summer camp activities, the whole shebang! We’ve all (or most of us) been to summer camp. So I think there’s something to relate to in these films, and admire. So what if a few teenagers get their comeuppance in the process. 

American Pie 2

The central plot of this film is a huge blowout party by the beach. The gang orchestrates a big bash to close out summer. It’s Stiffler and the gang, so of course chaos ensues. This one’s a lot of laughs! 

The Sandlot

  I really see this one and Stand By Me as sort of the same kind of thing. Both even share a scene where the kids have to escape a guard dog. But at their core, both are the epitome of hanging with your friends and getting into all sorts of fun during summer break. This one is just set in the summer of 1962, and with a baseball backdrop. 

Jaws

This one literally happens around the 4th of July weekend. It’s at the beach, and is filled with holiday festivities. It’s about as summer a movie as it can get! Oh, and it has sharks, so that’s cool! 

Grease

“Summer lovin had me a blast”. It’s right there in the song. Danny and Sandy meet on the beach and fall in love. Neither realize that they’ll end up at the same school. The movie comes full circle when it ends at the end of the school year and it’s summer again. To cap things off, there’s a big carnival with all the summer vibes! 

The Parent Trap

Another summer camp movie. Gosh, there’s so many. But this is a nice family friendly one. Twins Hallie and Annie are both sent to the same summer camp, where they discover that they were separated at birth. Of course there's the usual summer camp stuff in this one. But there’s also some great scenes later on where the whole family goes on a camping trip and the twins totally torture their soon to be stepmom with pranks. It’s hilarious and worth the watch for that alone! 

National Lampoon’s Vacation

This one is a bit of nostalgia from the days of going on family vacations during the summer. The Griswold’s take a cross-country road trip to Walley World, a California amusement park. In true Griswold family fashion, they run into a lot of mishaps along the way. These are so entertaining! This film is complete with stopping at a campground for the night, skinny dipping, a visit to the Grand Canyon, and eventually making it to the amusement park. Which is quite the misadventure in and of itself. 

Dirty Dancing

It’s the summer of 1963, and Baby is vacationing at an upscale resort with her family. She falls in love with dance instructor Johnny Castle. Throughout the film we see the two of them grow closer together as he teaches her a routine for the upcoming end of summer shindig. This one isn't as summer filled as some of the others on this list, but it definitely takes place during that time and has  great lakeside views as well, 

I Know What You Did Last Summer 

Summer is literally in the name. This is another one that takes place on (and around) July 4th. On July 4, 1996, Julie James and her friends take a drive to the beach. They hit someone on the drive and dump the body to cover it up. Fast forward a year later, Julie is back from college for the summer when she and her friends begin receiving letters saying, "I know what you did last summer!" From there, someone in a rain slicker and a hook for a hand starts stalking and killing the characters off one by one. An integral part of this film is the 4th of July celebrations in the town. A Parade. A pageant. The seaside scapes! This (and Jaws) are July 4th MUST WATCHES for me every year! 

#Summer #Summer Movies #Stand By Me #Dirty Dancing #The Sandlot #Grease #The Parent Trap #Friday The 13th #Sleepaway Camp #I Know What You Did Last Summer #National Lampoons Vacation #Jaws

[my-only-way-tocooperatewithlife]

One more drink XII. -Pierre Gasly series

Hello everyone! :)

I'm back, I have partied myself out.

After you turn 20 years old I think it's getting harder to stay up longer especially parties, you need more time to recover. But after 25..... and you dance the whole night from 10pm till 3am...😂😂 You feel like you are dying, everything hurts. But it was worth it totally.☺☺

Thank you guys for all the likes and reblogs, and for your patience. Hope you will like this one too.

Love you ♥

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x fem!reader

warning: swearing, language, mention of depression, alcohol usage, smut

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~ Budapest, Hungary ~

After the race I have left Italy the next day due to that Roxy's wedding will be on friday, and as one of the bridesmaid I have had a lot of things to do till that day.

Just the usual things like getting nails done, going to the hairdresser for a touch up. I have had some errands to run for the bar also, on Thursday night I was driving back to my place when my phone rang.

"Hi doll." Pierre's voice came through of the car's speaker. I loved his pet names for me, it always made me blush. I love that we could spend days together and even if I missed him a lot during the time we could not manage to meet up we still Facetimed or texted during the day. Even if we have spend days together we could still understand and respect if the other one needed alone time, and we did not make a huge deal about it.

"Hi" I yawned as I was sitting in the traffic jam not too far away from my apartment. The sound of a windshield wiper filling the car as it steadily wiped away the drops of water, it was showering out there, you can definetly feel that summer is over.

"You sound really tired."

"I feel exhausted. I was running around all day, the supplier forgot our order for the bar so I was driving all day around the city picking up all the things I have ordered. Also we went to the last fitting for Roxy's dress and we have took that one home too. I have the bridemaid dress in the trunk, it's perfectly fitting and it's so pretty. And now I'm like five minutes away from home, but the traffic is terrible."

"That's perfect because I'm soaking wet."

"What?"

"I'm standing at your entrance for the last ten minutes, but it started to rain and..."

"You were supposed to come on Friday morning."

"I was about to scare you like you did with me but I did not calculate the rain in..."

"I'm there in a minute." I ended the call with a huge smile on my face. This guy is unbeliveable. I shook my head as I parked the car and jogged to the entrance. He was waiting for me with open arms and I run to him into his embrace. "Come, I don't want you to get sick." I grabbed his hand and pulled him inside.

We were currently sitting at the hotel room with the hairdressers and make up artists going around us. My make up was done the hairdresser was about to pin up my hair to a half updo when I heard a knock on the door.

"What's the password?" I walked closer to the door without opening it.

"I don't know babe, probably that I'm not the groom." Pierre laughed from the other side of the door and I opened it just a little and poked my head out.

"We are only in our underware."

"And you have not told me this earlier? I would have got my make up done if I can have three women around me in their underware. " He joked and laughed as I smacked his upper arm.

"Let's meet at the room, I'm nearly finished okay?" He leaned closer and pecked a small kiss on my lips before he nodded and started to walk away.

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"I need your help a little bit with my shoes." I called for him from the bathroom, as I was struggling putting my high heels on. " I can't bend down because of the corset is squeezing out my internals." I giggled as I walked out and seeing him sitting on the ottoman at the end of the bed tying his shoes. I stopped at the door of the bathroom and I was just staring at him. That white shirt with the suit looked incredible on him. He looked so elegant and beautiful and of course mouthwateringly hot.

"Like what you see amour?" He joked as he was finishing with his shoes before he looked up. "Oh wow..." His eyes were going up and down in my emerald green long flowy infinity dress (x) that was custom made for us. "You are breathtakingly beautiful." His eyes finally came on contact with mine and he let a smile on his face. I felt the heat is growing in my cheeks and I looked down on my feet while I was dangling my shoes in my hand. "What were you saying about helping you?"

"I can't put my shoes on, Viki pulled that damn corset so much I can't even breath. But at least my boobs look perfect in it." I giggled as I looked at the mirror and feeling proud of the cleavage that the dress made me have. Pierre got up and walked closer to me as he took the shoes out of my hand and got on his knees. Lifted the end of the dress and softly grabbed one of my ankle to help me in the shoes. I gripped on his shoulder for stabeling myself as he help me.

"Done." He got up and smiled at me. " You are still tiny but your boobs does look nice." He kissed my forehead with a cheeky smile. He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear from my updo before laid a small kiss on my lips. "Hope that not just your mascara is waterproof but that lipstick is smudge proof too, beacause I can't keep myself from kissing you." He whispered before laid a few more kisses on my lips.

"Hey lovebirds! " Ádám push the door open " Come we have a wedding to attend!"

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The ceremony was beautiful. The place where the wedding was held had a huge lake with a tiny island on the middle of it, and that's where Roxy and her now husband tied their life together. I was really happy that the make up artist put on us some waterproof mascara because I was crying the whole ceremony. It was beautiful, the way her husband looked at her on the first time, and during the whole ceremony is just every girls dream a man would look at them like that. After the ceremony everyone moved to the venue where the party will be held. "They are so beautiful." I whispered as we were watching them having there first dance on the dancefloor. Pierre hugged me from behind and rested his chin on my shoulder. "I cant't believe my best friend who I know since we are kids is married.... And oh god they have started to talk about kids too." I sighed and leaned back to Pierre's chest more as we were swaying left to right to the rythm of the music.

"It's scary that we are growing up." He mumbeled in my neck and laid some small kisses there. "But that's life, and the best part is is if we can find someone that we can be as happy as them. They are just so in love with eachother." He murmured in my ears as he squeezed my hand. "Do you want to dance?" He asked as the pair left and everyone started to mingle around the dance floor and between the tables too.

"Wait, we agreed with Roxy that we will take a shot after the ceremony finished." Viki grabbed our arm keeping us there. The pair fought their way through the crowd, and jumped in our arms.

"Babes I'm married, fully commited to the one dick for the rest of my life club." She screamed in our ears as she was squeezing us hard.

"You know what does this mean, yea?" I looked at her husband poking his side as he was chatting with Pierre. " Your package has arrived. You just won two sisters. Two loud ones. Now we take one of our hands of her, our job of keeping her secure is done, we hand it over you." I squeezed his hand ad I was blinking fast trying to force the tears back, but as I saw that his eyes got watery too, I lost it. He grabbed both of our hands and pulled closer to his torso, and squezed us thightly in a hug.

"I always wanted sisters and I could never wish a better sisters like the two of you. Thank you girls for everything." he giggled and kissed both of our heads. "So I have heard something about a shot.." He wondered when one of the waiters appeared with a tray full off shot glasses with a clear liquid inside of it. " I ordered from the venue tequila just because of you girls." He looked at us as he gave out the glasses one by one.

"Egi! Cheers!" We all knocked our glasses together and drunk the burning liquid. From this point we have had multipule shots and other alchoholic beverages. It was around midnight and everyone was dancing around or chatting at the tables. The band was playing fantastic, they were mixing slower songs with faster ones, retro 80's and 90's hits with typical hungarian ones too. After the dinner we were dancing and singing for the whole night. I was pretty sure that tomorrow I will have no voice left. Of course we could not skip some ABBA songs, and made a total perfomance with my other two friends, which will definetly be in the video that the staff was making. The time was around midnight when I sat down at our table trying to catch my breath.

"Okay, so now I have seen half of a hungarian wedding what else can I expect?" Pierre asked as he was drinking his beer?

"Oh the best part, we have to sell the bride." I chuckled at his surprised expression. "It's about that this is the last chance that she is dancing in the wedding dress before it's midnight, bevause after midnight she will turn into a wife. But this is not for free. It sounds weird I know but this is a really old tradition. So when the dancing will start each person, or couple or family who wants to dance with the bride one more time, they have to put money in. We usually say that with this the bride can gather some money back which was spend for the wedding and they can have some spare for starting the life together."

"Oh, first it sounds weird but actually that's a pretty funny tradition. Do you think they would accept euro?" Pierre joked as he opened his wallet and pullet some banknote out, I tilted my head back as I laughed.

"Yea now I think it's better to invest in euro rather in hungarian forints."

He got really excited about this whole bride dancing, so when it started he grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the chair. He was the third pesron after the close family who put the money in the bucket and grabbed my hand and Roxy's hand for dancing. All I was feeling was happiness, seeing him this free and happy made me just more happier. He seemed like he was having so much fun.

As Pierre and I were on the side of the dance floor dancing to the beat of the music, his hands were on my lower back as my arms were around his neck as we were stepping side to side to the slowmusic.

"Thank you for coming with me."

"You don't need to thank me, I have to thank you that you have invited me. I needed this to relax a little bit. Especially after Monza." He pulled me closer and hid his face in my neck. "You were amazing there, I know you wanted a better result but you did an amazing job, I was so proud of you!" I took a step back and grabbed the side of his face to make him look into my eyes. "I'm proud of you, okay?" I whispered before he gave me a small smile and nodded and pulled me closer to kiss me.

"You are an amazing person. I'm so lucky that I have met you." He whispered on my lips before connecting our lips in a deep kiss.

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"You know, I have never imagined that I will like my little sister's boyfriend, and I have never dreamed about that my little sister will date a celebrity." Ádám shook is head as we were standing close to the bar with my other siblings and chatting.

"Oh so you like him?" I pouted my lips as I looked at him with big eyes.

"Yes but don't get it in your head Gasly! I don't want to hear it tonight and never in my life that you are doing any funny adult business, is it clear?" he pointed his finger at us as I just leaned back at Pierre's torso and laughed letting my head fall back on his shoulder, when I saw a flash light not from far away.

"You guys were sooo cute, I wanted to take a photo of it but it got a little blurry."Viki pulled her mouth as she was showing us the picture.

"Can you send it over to me?" Pierre asked and Viki just nodded opening her messages.

It was around three in the morning when everyone started to go back to the hotel rooms, and as the last ones we could not say longer too. We were walking to our room hand in hand definetly not walking straight to the way of our room giggling about a few stupid things. "I will have a shower okay?" Pierre looked at me as he was already in the bathroom. "Wanna come?"

"I think I'm way too tired for anything." I sighed as I took the bobby pins and the other things out of my hair letting it loosy fall on my back. During the night I have changed the bridesmaid dress to a similar coloured dress and I changed my higheels to a much comfier sandals but still my feet were still killing me. I was waiting for him to finish at the bathroom and I was scrolling on my phone when my eyes got stucked at one post.

"With this girl I have many first things with. First metal concert in my life, first hungarian wedding. Can't wait to have many more firsts with you"

Said the caption of the picture it was the one that Viki took of us hugging and laughing at the same time. I saw that it was not a long time ago posted but it had so many likes and comments already. I clicked on the comments and I got floded by so many of them.

"OMG they are soooo cute" "Who is she??????" "OMG she is that girl from the hungarian grand prix with that F1 bar, where Charles and the other hanged out!" "Isn't she the one who was posted some pictures about in Belgium at that balcony?" "Oh yea, she is! But who is she really?" "I have her profile it's private but: @ itsmeginahun"

I put my phone down as it started to blow up wit the many following and message request.

"Is everything okay?" Pierre walked out of the bathroom with just a towel around his hips. I swallowed big as my eyes ran through on his body. I shook my head to wake myself up from the daydreaming.

"Guess they found out who is the misterious girl from the balcony."

"I should have ask you about it before posting." He was frowning as he walked closer to his suitcase taking a boxer out.

"It's okay, so now I can post from my account too." I smiled as I passed him and slapped his bare ass as I giggled and closed the bathroom's door.

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@vividwritinglove

#pierre gasly x oc #f1 imagine #pierre gasly #pierre gasly imagine #f1 fanfic #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #pierre gasly x y/n #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly x you #f1 smut #f1 fandom #f1 fanfiction #pg10

[lorettapetrichor]

a jumble of the things i feel about amphibia, both the show and fandom experience, now that it's ending:

the way amphibia is just this soft story of friendship and survival and growth. yes, it's dark sometimes. yes, the characters face so much. and yet it's okay in the end. no matter what.

the way the first season kept anne in wartwood, ending each time with a quiet night under the stars, and she just grew and changed for the better because the mountain pass was blocked and there was nowhere to go.

the way marcy thought she did everything for them, was so in love with them (platonically or romantically is up to interpretation) that she wanted to be with them forever, the way it was selfish but she died for them in the end and now they're together.

the summer after true colors when we had no idea what would happen, and we thought and created so, so much while waiting for the show to come back, and felt so together. when we knew about marcy's fate but not where it would lead her, and so we wondered if she'd be saved, how anne would cope back home. the growth of this imagined aftermath.

the months staying up all night each friday to watch episodes all together, theorizing and reacting, giddy in the hours leading up to it. the nights when episodes like olivia & yunan would air and we'd spend the whole day drowning in art and wondering how things would go.

the way it's always turned tropes on their head. the way anne's return to earth wasn't permanent. the way marcy was, in the end, so deeply tragic.

the way leif's letter is what stopped andrias in the end. after a thousand years of hatred, love is what reminded him to let his guard down. and the way he knew what he did, admitted what he'd caused, and still knew there was no redemption awaiting him.

the fics in this fandom that expand the world, let the darkness and fog of amphibia rise around the characters, and the sense of survival there always is. even if it's only barely, even if it's after facing too much for a few teenagers to fight, even if they're thrown into war, or the wilderness, or endless grief, or things too difficult to describe, let along go through.

the way it's ending here, tonight. with the moon, ever-watching in the sky, crashing towards amphibia. with so much payoff after all this waiting. after every theory and fanfic building up to this end. we'll see how it really goes.

and i say we, because we are. amphibia is the most connected, supportive, wonderful fandom i've ever been in. we watch it together when we can. we know the fandom's jokes. we theorize, lend ideas, build as a community.

i wonder how much of that we learned from the show. we know what it asked of us, with community and support.

we should say goodbye together, too.

thank you. all of you.

@true-colours @ineffabill-gallimaufry @kaseyskat @mothicalspoken @maldito-arbol @yourpersonaltimebomb @camomile-t @candydos @luna--dragon @mythicandco @natikoko @your-local-hurt-comfort-junkie-1 @arcadiii @mira-blue @calamity-unlocked @borkthemork @hereforthehurts and to anyone else out there who writes, or draws, or even just rambles about this show. i'm gonna miss it here.

#lore talks #my writing #amphibia #goodbye amphibia

[weasleywhimz]

A Scheme for a Set Up (part 1) - An Eventual George Weasley Love Story

This is a two part instalment, it was starting to get a bit long, so I’ve cut it up into two. I tried my best proof reading but I don’t have anyone to check it for me so apologies for any typos! I’m still editing part 2 but I hope it won’t take long to post.

When I was in school there was always at least one guy, if not a group of friends, who could always get things without ID somehow. Fred and George definitely fit this kind of vibe

Word Count: 3.8k

Rating: fluff, mentions of underage alcohol use, awkward teenage romance

As the summer months approached, and her friends became more available as their exams ended (although Fred and George didn’t seem as absorbed in their exam period as Lee and the older girls), Francesca was grateful for the returning excuse to avoid most of her year group, and therefore any interest in what happened with her and Cormac.

Following the humiliating night, only a few days after the Quidditch cup win, Francesca had tried to avoid spending much time in the Gryffindor common room. Try as she might, she couldn’t completely pretend nothing had happened, since a huge number of the house had seen her red eyed, snot nosed entry to the tower after the break up, and Cormac returning not long after. The whole house had either put two and two together, or Cormac had answered questions, but as soon as the next morning came Francesca’s intention to pretend nothing, not even the relationship had happened, was obviously not going to work.

It was easier when her friends happily welcomed her back to spending her free time with them, and respected her demand to never ask about or discuss any part of her being with Cormac. But when study sessions and library nights had to become more frequent (at least for Angelina and Alicia, who tended to be the mother hens of the group, and herded the boys into the same corners), Francesca found herself wondering around alone. Often Katie joined her, but Katie didn’t have the same awkwardness with their year group that Francesca currently felt, so she wasn’t avoiding the rest of their cohort like Francesca was. She felt eyes on her and questions burning even when she just sat with anyone who knew both her and Cormac, and even took to sitting right at the front of class, under the teachers’ noses to avoid the whispered questions she had faced in the first few days in her usual seats.

So she was beyond relieved when Fred and George plopped down either side of her, declaring an end to their exams.

“Ah great, a whole weekend out of isolation,” Francesca drawled sarcastically, not wanting to feed their egos of letting on how grateful she was for the few days before they all headed home for the summer.

“A weekend and a Friday, we don’t have an exam tomorrow,” Fred corrected.

“Thought we’d cheer you up and sneak you out tomorrow, fancy bunking off?” George asked, his creeping arm around the back of the sofa where they sat.

“How on god’s green earth do you think we’d ever get away with sneaking out? What about Black?!” Francesca chided. She was quickly hushed by the twins.

“Keep your voice down!” Fred admonished. “We wouldn’t get caught of course,” he continued.

“And we’d protect you Fran, don’t worry about Black, I’m sure he’s not around here anymore,” George finished, a softness in his voice that made the girl turn to face him.

“How would you even plan to get out? You don’t have that map anymore since you gave it to Harry, and what am I supposed to say to get away with bunking off without being in the hospital wing?” Francesca folded her arms, unable to follow her friends’ madness, part out of genuine concern, but mostly out of pride stopping her from admitting she liked their idea. “I’m a shoo-in for prefect next year, I don’t want to ruin it, sorry.”

“Don’t apologise to us,” Fred joked, holding his hands up in mock defence. “We just thought you looked lonely and bored over here by yourself, where is Katie anyway?”

“With Leanne,” Francesca replied, dropping her gaze back to the fire.

“Why aren’t you?” George ask, that softness and lack of teasing increasingly apparent in contrast to his brother. He was watching her carefully, in fact he had been for the past month. The girls in his year had pushed both him and Fred to study at least a little in preparation for their exams, and the schedule of exams alone didn’t leave much time for socialising, but even if he didn’t have time to talk to her, he still noticed how she often excused herself early at mealtimes, sat curled up in the common room, book in hand but gaze unmoving across its page. He’d seen her sitting alone in the courtyard or in the grounds as he peered out windows wherever he felt he was being held against his will for these exams. He’d been pining for a month now, desperate to talk to her and try and get her back into her usual mood. And selfishly, he would rather spend his time with her than anyone else. And that feeling had only grown since he didn’t have any niggling guilt now, that he may be causing a problem for her with Cormac, by being alone with another guy.

Not that he had any intentions of making any moves when she was still so caught up in what had happened with her last relationship. He wasn’t even sure if that was a good idea at all, not wanting to introduce any elements that might threaten the closeness he already had with her.

“I don’t want to be a mood killer,” Francesca answered, drooping back further into the sofa. George noticed how close his hand now was to the top of her head, and had to consciously restrain himself from playing with the strands of her hair the way she had done to him, weeks ago in his dorm. “Besides,” she continued, “I’m not married to Katie, you lot aren’t the only mates we have!”

“You definitely look like Billy-no-mates right now, Fran”, Fred half joked, half chided. It earned him a terse look from his brother, who was clearly of the opinion their younger friend required a much gentler hand than usual these days. “Look, we’re throwing an end of exams party, and Lee and Angelina have two left tomorrow, Alicia has one in the morning so she’ll help set up, but we need to go early to get things from Hogsmeade, so come for the thrill of it. Promise we’ll say we kidnapped you if we’re caught.”

Francesca pouted for a moment, before relenting.

“Fine.”

And that’s how she ended up, so early in the morning they still had the cover of darkness, waiting for the twins to descend their side of the dormitory stairs. They were late, but she wasn’t going to go looking for them, relieved she might have an excuse they couldn’t blame her for. But just as she was about to give up and go back to bed, she saw George thumping down the staircase, his jaw set.

“What’s up with you?” She asked, “where’s Fred?”

“Not coming,” he muttered, shoving his hands further in his hoodie pockets. “Come on we’re running late.”

She kept close to him as they made their way through the castle, George no longer needing the funny map he and Fred had given to Harry this year, he had all the secret passage ways and hidden doors memorised. They had made quick work of the journey down, pausing only to let George listen or peer around a corner to make sure they weren’t to be caught by Filch or a teacher.

When they were halfway through the cellar passage, and well far enough away to no longer have to be as silent as possible, Francesca felt the need to try and break the tension that was so obvious around George.

“Why didn’t Fred come?”

“He refused to get out of bed,” George replied, still keeping his moody tone and arms tensed in his pocket.

“He wouldn’t wake up?” She said, confused, “that’s not like him.”

“Oh no he was awake alright,” George said, resentment clear. “He just insisted I go alone.” Francesca blinked, his grumpy tone sounding almost like he was unhappy she was joining him.

“I can go back if you don’t want me here,” she told him.

He stopped then, well before their exit, and turned to look at her surprised.

“Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know George, you haven’t smiled at me once and seem very put out that Fred made you spend time alone with me,” she explained.

“He’s being a git, but it doesn’t have anything to do with you I promise,” he interrupted.

“But why would him being a git mean you end up going alone with me, and that be something obviously so upsetting?”

He gawped for a second before quickly looking at the floor, not knowing quite what to say. All he could get out of his mind was how much he wanted to throttle his brother and how much he wanted to hold the girl in front of him. Neither of those actions would be totally appropriate to other people, so he felt a bit clueless.

“Let’s hurry up,” he mumbled, turning away from her again and headed towards the exit. “I promise I’m not grumpy with you at all, but I’m too tired to hide my annoyance with Fred-“ George paused, turning back again, the distance between them having grown when she hadn’t followed him. “Fran? Aren’t you coming?”

“You promise I didn’t do anything?” She asked, voice suddenly sounding small. George melted a bit as he looked at her, and quickly crossed the distance. It was hard for him to be anything but warm with her, and as soon as he looked at her properly he understood. He made a point of cursing McLaggen again in his head, hating how much his friend’s confidence had been destroyed.

“I promise,” he said, putting his hands gently on her shoulders and smiling. “I’m actually glad that you came with me, you’re miles better company than Fred,” George reassured, “he just thinks he’s being a slick git staying in bed. Okay?”

“Okay,” she said back, still sounding a little unsure. George was behaving weirdly, although he seemed to have snapped out of it now, she couldn’t quite understand the cause of his tension.

“Come on,” he said, taking her hand, “we’re going to have to be quick now if we don’t want to run into any teachers on the way back.”

George pulled her along the rest of the way, ignoring the way his heart was thumping and quickening the pace to disguise the redness in his cheeks.

George made her wait by a hut not far from the cellar steps they had appeared out of, as he went to the back door of the Three Broomsticks. Dawn had just broken, but it was still too early for most people to be up. She watched, nervous at first that he was about to break in and steal something, but instead he knocked an odd pattern on the door, and one of the barmen opened it. She grinned as she recognised him as the slightly grumpy one Fred and George always made a point of greeting when the group went in on their approved village trips. Suddenly she understood how the twins had managed to secure all their secret supplies of butterbeer, fire whiskey and the like, and shook her head in fond disapproval.

He came over with a box and offered it to her to take.

“Sure you can manage that?” He asked, not removing his grip before she had properly tested the weight.

“I may not be a quidditch player but I’m not weak, Weasley!”

He grinned at her and let her take the box of drink from him.

“There’s two more and then we’ll head back,” he said, throwing her a wink before rushing back to the waiting barman. Francesca felt her cheeks heat and stomach flip, but chose to put it down to the strain of the box.

She watched as the barman lifted one of the boxes onto George’s shoulder as George grasped the outside of it, and a small cut out handle in the other box, so he could carry both of them at the same time. She wasn’t sure why her breath hitched at the sight, it wasn’t exactly news that a beater on a quidditch team would be well muscled. Still, when he approached her again, she couldn’t hold his gaze for long.

“Let’s go?” He asked, and she wordlessly followed behind him as he kicked the door to the cellar open and descended the stairs.

As they walked back she could see the staircase they had entered the passageway from, and realised that it actually stretched much further than where the stairs joined it, but the corridor stretched into darkness, only the portion they had walked, after the staircase, contained the charmed, ever burning lanterns. She was nervous to make conversation, hearing his laboured breathing next to her under the weight of two boxes.

“So this is why Fred’s such a git?” She joked, “he’s lumped you with an extra box to carry?”

“Oh,” George said, obviously surprised by her observation. “I guess so,” he finished, trying but failing to hide how winded he was under two boxes. Still, he knew he had the stamina to get there, he and Fred had done this with four boxes on more than one occasion, so he was used to it. He decided not to share this with Francesca though, it was easier for her to think that was why he was cursing his brother.

“What’s in them anyway?” She asked.

“Uh, usual stuff,” George mused, “butterbeers, firewhiskey, all that sort of thing.

“Three boxes?” She pushed, worried about how big a party it was going to be since it was so close to the end of term.

“Oh no it’s only two for tonight” he told her. “This one is actually for me and Fred to take home,” he continued, gesturing to the one on his shoulder, “we want to experiment with them for sweets and mum would never let anyone buy alcohol for us at home.”

Francesca hummed her acknowledgment. She went to ascend the stairs but George stopped her.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“Back to the common room?”

“Why? Didn’t we say the party’s going to be in the boathouse?”

Francesca just shook her head and took the step down to rejoin George on the floor.

“Come on, it’s this way,” he said walking past the stairs towards the incredibly dark corridor.

As both their hands were full, neither could pull out their wand to light the way. Seeing as they were back in Hogwarts grounds now that would’ve been the obvious answer to the darkness, but instead Francesca tried to extend her fingers into the darkness, to try and find George’s back.

“George?” She called out when she couldn’t feel him, on hear his footsteps in front of her.

“I’m here,” he answered, further ahead than she had imagined, and suddenly her footing felt a little less sure under her. “You okay?” He asked.

“I’m fine, just, um,” Francesca wasn’t sure what to say. She wasn’t scared, exactly, just concerned she was going to trip. That was, until, she heard a thud much closer to her than she expected, and the knowledge of Sirius Black being sighted near the school, and still uncaught came flooding back to her. She let out a small squeak and tensed, then whispered, “what was that?”

“Me, silly,” said George, the smile in his voice, next to her again putting her back at ease. “Hold on, lumos.”

Suddenly the corridor was lit again, George washed in the pale white light of his wand. The edges of his hair were slightly stuck to his head from the exertion of carrying two boxes, the one he had been carrying in his hand now resting at his side. He quickly scanned her to make sure she was okay, and offered her a lopsided grin as he met her eyes again.

“Are you okay?” He asked, “here, let me take this from you,” he said, reaching for the box she still gripped in her arms.

“Yeah, I’m fine, thanks,” she said, a frown of confusion forming as the fear slipped away. “I thought you said it’s in the boathouse, why are we stopping here?”

“We can get Alicia and Fred to help us with these later, we can come down this way instead,” he explained, pushing the boxes to one side of the corridor. “You weren’t scared?” He asked with a wink.

Francesca chose to ignore his teasing question, choosing not to give his ego an opportunity to grow.

“Where does this passage open up to anyway?” She asked instead, leaning back against the wall, enjoying the freedom of their sneaking around, despite her earlier protests.

“You know the hatch where the spare oars are kept in the boathouse?” George answered.

“No?” She said back, not having spent much time in the boathouse since her first year. The group had had one other gathering down there, but she’d retraced the steps she’d taken at 11 years old, following the steps down to the lake outside the castle.

“Well there’s a false floor to it, and the steps are behind it,” he answered, standing up fully now, having arranged the boxes to be out of the way of anyone walking through. They both looked at each other in George’s wand-light, seemingly reluctant to leave the privacy of the corridor, but neither able to suggest a reason to prolong the venture. “Shall we head back?” George eventually asked.

Francesca nodded and they made their way back up towards the common room. By this time the few early risers of the students had descended upon the great hall for breakfast, so the need for vigilance wasn’t there. They still kept close together as they walked in a comfortable but somehow still awkward silence. That is until George’s hand accidentally brushed against her’s and after the beat where he thought he might have died of embarrassment, he quickly scrambled to distract them both from the incident.

“We’re back before lessons start, do you want to get some breakfast before we go up to the common room?” He asked, sounding more like one jumbled word than a whole sentence. Francesca didn’t answer, still a little flustered from the hand touch, wondering if he did it on purpose. He decided to take her silence as a sign that, at least, she wasn’t against it, and in a feat of huge bravery or stupidity (George himself wasn’t sure what), seized her hand and pulled her towards the Great Hall.

He wasn’t sure why he was so drawn to holding her hand today, especially since it caused such an uncomfortable reaction within him. He had realised he held feelings for her, sure, but he had also decided now wasn’t the right time to act on them, if ever.

Francesca was confused. George had been unusually tense all morning. It was the first time in a while that they had properly been able to hang out just the two of them since her relationship with Cormac ended, and things were not so weird the last time. Despite her protests against rule breaking, she was disappointed they were back before the start of lessons and she was running out of an excuse to spend the day with him, so she let him pull her to get some breakfast.

Once they were sat with some food, the tension diffused again and the air became more natural between them.

“Will you still bunk off and hang with us today now?” He asked, slightly muffled by the slice of toast in his mouth. “We got back early enough for lessons, in case you still want to be a teachers pet today.”

“I have transfiguration first thing,” she responded, considering her options. “McGonagall chooses the Gryffindor prefects.”

“Ah,” George said, munching another bite of toast, not trying to hide his disappointment. “So you won’t come?”

“I can maybe play sick in front of her,” she considered, “if I can convince her I’m sick enough to need rest but not Madam Pomfrey, she probably won’t check on me. I can head back to the dorms and sneak out after a while?”

George perked up, feeling proud of his friend’s rule-breaking ideas.

“That’d work,” he told her. “I can even come get you so you don’t need to struggle counting every draping for the passageways!”

“I definitely wouldn’t remember,” she lied, having made a point to pay attention to the route they had taken that morning. “So that would help a lot.”

“Morning,” Fred drawled, sounding very cocky as he approached where they were sat at the Gryffindor table. “How are we?”

Fred seated himself next to George and waggled his eyebrows at the two of them.

“Fine,” Francesca answered, squinting her eyes at him. “Despite being a man down because of you being a lazy git, we got the boxes from Hogsmeade no problem.”

She took a mug and got distracted making herself a cup of tea, and missed Fred’s confused look at his brother. George gave him a look that Fred immediately knew meant say a single word and I will never forgive you. It was definitely a twin thing though, because when Francesca looked up she snorted, thinking George was telling Fred off for abandoning them.

“It’s fine though,” she continued, oblivious. “See? We even made it back before lessons!” She stood up then, picking up a slice of toast to take back with her. “Speaking of, I’d better go get changed and do something to make it really look like I’m sick if I’m going to be excused from classes, see you later.”

After she had gone, Fred gave George a shove, who was staring into his now empty cup of orange juice.

“What the hell George?!”

“Fred, please-“

“No! It was the perfect time, what happened?”

George turned to his brother and took a deep breath as if he was about to speak, but it just turned into a sigh when he couldn’t find any words.

“I’m still not sure it’s the right thing to do Freddie,” he spoke, turning back to his breakfast. “I don’t know if we’re better off as friends.”

Fred gave his brother another shove at these words, in disbelief his twin was lacking in so much confidence.

“We’re all rooting for you two, how can all your friends be wrong?”

“Fred please, just leave it and let me figure it out on my own,” George said, avoiding the question and standing up. “Look I’m knackered from being up so early, I’m going to sleep for a bit, wake me when Alicia’s done with her exam will you? Fran said she’d find a way to bunk off and join us later, so don’t leave without her.”

And with that, George left his dumbfounded brother and went back up towards the Gryffindor common room.

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In The Blink of an eye my Dreams Shattered

From what I can remember, it was a pretty routine day back on Friday, June 4th, 2010. Little did I know my whole life was about to change forever in more ways than I ever imagined possible!

Life to me was just perfect, at a time when spring was in the air and summer was almost here, I felt terrific. It is the best time of year in Lower Michigan.

I was finally about to graduate from college, and I felt on top of the world. Exams were due Monday, and there was only one more term to go.

Determined nothing was going to stand in my way!

I had just won an award for my designs.

Little did I know my life was soon going to be ripped away by a thief in the night.

Little did I know my life was soon going to be ripped away by a thief in the night.

A Typical Day Building The Dream

It was a usual day, to be in the workshop anywhere from 12 to 24 hours a day, yet the first time in four years, school wasn’t open 24/7 especially during exams.  

I can’t count how often I was there a few days at a time, usually in midterms and final exams. 

Soon security was announcing we needed to leave, as they were closing campus.  As I was packing up, dreading my hour drive home only to turn around to come back in the morning.  

As I was leaving a classmate I ran into walking out; Knowing the long drive I had kindly offered me to stay with her.  She lived very close to campus, & saving me hours of driving.

Before My Shattered Dreams

I knew everyone and everyone knew me! Whether they liked me not sure, like to think so! I had a rare opportunity to work for the Detroit Pistons, for ten years meeting tons of people. 

“I was an outspoken individual. I often had strong opinions and beliefs.”

I had recently spent the past 10 years figuring out who I was after previous life struggles. I was working on moving past some childhood experiences! Before starting School I was almost always with someone in the above photo.  

I’m blessed with some of the most amazing friends and family I could ever ask for! Their love & believing in me so much to succeed at all my crazy passions got me to this point. Supportive of my crasy callings.

I was on my way with great opportunities after graduation I set up a plan for the future! 

There was always a very close group of us from college who always pushed each other to reach new heights. We knew each other well, knowing the chances are only a few of us would make it. Based on statistics fashion is extremely high cut throat industry. 

We were the few who always put in the work.  

We were so determined to take it to the top!  Rather than be self serving, it wasn’t uncommon for us to lend a hand in need.  Especially, if one of our inner circle was to overwhelmed. 

A group of us very dedicated to succeeding became more like family!  Often spending more time together, then our actual family’s.  I’ll always be eternally grateful for them, & love each of my fashion family! 

Dark Starless Sky

Unsure, how the other girl is feeling now or her scaring I’m respecting her privacy not saying her name. she invited me to stay saving me 2 hours of driving time on no sleep! See we looked out bit. Although, if I knew then what I do now I would have drove that 100x over! 

I followed her home that night. It was so dark, looking up and not a star in the sky. I also remember it raining at some point that horrible night. It’s weird how you become acutely aware, of your surroundings at times with smells, sounds, a chill in the air, after the fact.

We both run inside and lock the door behind us. Being that is was nearing summer, it was extremely hot that night. We ended up cracking the 2nd-floor balcony door for air. We were studying for a bit, getting a lot of done and feeling good. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think the end of my world as I knew it was mere seconds away.

How you deal with change in the blink of an eye

“Never Saw It Coming, just took the blink of an eye!”

My friend stepped away to return, holding up a bag with two bagels in it, asked if I wanted one. I stood up quickly, took one step forward as I pointed to one, yes, please.

Within just seconds, my life was going to change, unaware of what was about to happen.

We had turned our backs from the cracked balcony door for only a brief second!

Suddenly a masked man was standing behind me with a gun to my head. My head was going crazy.  These questions still haunt me.

How did he get in here that fast?  Had he been watching us for a while?  Did he follow us there?  Did he know my friend?

All these thoughts and questions are going through my head as I stand there, fearing for my life. Things like this don’t happen here; this is not normal.

Stuck In A Nightmare

I couldn’t help myself. I screamed, bloody murder when I saw a gun to my head. I swore someone had to hear and would call the police!

“But it had to be a joke better yet!”

Reality became clear…

as we then instructed to drop to our knees and put hands behind our back! As crazy as it sounds there was something I trusted when he said don’t make another noise & I won’t hurt you!

He said this while tying our arms up so might have been crazy! But it was all I could do to stay calm!

He then walked us into her room. Then laid us across her bed face down. As he began going back to the door he let in other men. We never saw with our eyes covered .

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Then they began searching every room. Soon realized it was for something to tie our feet up with. He grabbed a phone cord charger for that and covered our heads. before they proceeded to let in another 3-4 other men we never saw! As he began going back to the door he let in other men.

I remember that for someone that’s hard of hearing. I could hear everything now. It was like God knew I needed my hearing it was the only sense I had to work with! Although the way we set, her and I were able to clench fingers.  

I was so thankful because that was what kept me from crumbling.  We would squeeze our fingers, like we were not in this alone!

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Surviving During Trauma

Your body goes into a state of survival that’s unlike anything else when your life’s in danger.

I’ve never been able to explain the full-body calm that comes over you in a time like this.

I wanted to react, but I was also calm somehow and wanted to believe him, hoping his statement was true.

My rational mind says; who trust someone holding you hostage, but my mind in fear wants to believe him.

I just remember how tight I clung to her fingers to remember we were in this together.

I just couldn’t understand why the police hadn’t arrived yet. I had screamed for my life, as loud and terrified as you can imagine, praying that someone had heard.

“I had a gun put to my head, where was our help?”

These men, although I couldn’t see, I could hear clearly for one of the only times in my life. I could hear the steps on the floor. I was trying to count how many I heard.

I listened to everything hoping to remember something to help.  So when we got to the police; I’d be able to answer questions.  I wanted to find out about who these men were.

Your Focus Determines Your Future

The Demands & Questions Begin

As I heard them opening everything and going through boxes, one of the men who was very mean, kept asking me what was in a box near my head. 

I didn’t know; I didn’t live there.   Suddenly, he kicked me demanding answers,  when I was spoken to.  I said I don’t live here and have no idea! 

Next He wanted our info and said if you lie, I will kill you! 

Now honestly, there wasn’t anything I was not telling because I knew he meant it.

I just kept praying she did the same because he had a tone in his voice like it didn’t matter.

He started asking for our debit card pins. I gave mine hoping they would use it, which could help the police find them.

He also wanted all of our passwords and pins for everything.

We were asked over and over again by the mean guy for our password and pins, and it became clear he wanted to make sure we were not lying.

I remember the relief felt  realizing she had answered correctly also.

This when on multiple times over the few hours we were held.  

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I Didn't Know How Much More I Could Take

They soon wanted more answers to where things were in the house. Again, the mean man kicked me so hard demanding, “what’s in the box?”

“I cried, no idea! I don’t live here, but if I knew I’d tell you.”

Time was moving so slowly, it was not that big of a place! 

I don’t understand what they were doing or what was taking so long.

As the hours passed by, I knew no one was coming to help, so I gave up on hope.

“We were utterly alone, no one knew we even needed help at this point, so that’s when some despair started setting in. “

But, wait could it be? 

I finally heard them talking about leaving.

Wait No, I just heard my car door unlock.  Then hearing it drive away.

“All I could think of was I have no way out of here!”

The worst was it still wasn’t over because we heard the mean man say he was staying here, to make sure they got away.

It put chills down my spine. It had seemed like forever as he walked so loud as he waited.

I prayed alll this time and dispite how were were treated I still praying for kindness! Who was I to wish Ill on anyone I just tried to be true to my heart and honestly hope it would help them show us some kindness!

As Trauma Survivor I Wasn't Free At All

Suddenly it was so quiet in the house, I couldn’t tell what was going on, but then I felt like a finally alone. 

Like the silence after a snow storm. We were alone; they had all left.

Intense fear washed over me, as I had no idea where the mean guy had gone, or if he had left, so I waited but was starting to tremble, shaking.

I waited for what felt like forever but was probably 10 minutes before I cried out, “are you still here, we won’t get up if you are.” 

We continued to wait, but that’s when I started to hyperventilate; I was terrified and needed help.

With what little bit of sense I could muster, I thought for a moment, and then I clenched my fists to begin to break free. I didn’t want to mess with any evidence.

I did what they had taught me in Taekwondo, to keep pulling my fists through the ties. It took a while, but eventually, I got my hand free. 

The closer I got, the more I was breaking apart emotionally.

Where did they leave out? What direction had he gone? It haunted me!

Not knowing where they had gone was paralyzing me with fear.

Once I got my hands free, I then helped my friend. She was so much calmer. I didn’t understand how, but after getting her hands free.  We both freed our legs.

I tried to stand, but my knees buckled, full of fear. We both laid on our stomachs to army crawl with our elbows to the door as we didn’t know if we were being watched, and it was making us both crumble in fear.

Our phones and computers were gone, so we had no way to call for help.

There are no words to describe my sheer terror at that point. One would think we were safe, but not knowing where he’d gone was paralyzing us.

As we both let ourselves fall apart, for a few minutes trying to process things. 

I looked her straight in the eyes and said we need to get out.  Yet, so scared I can’t move we need to call for help.

She was brave and opened the door; thank God there was no one out there!

when times get hard I remember this and it helps me remember Im here to help others!!

Help wasn't Easy To Find

I went to knock on the neighbor’s door, but she stopped me saying that was a family!  Without hesitation, I thought perfect because they are likely to help.  Then as the dad cracked the door, I just cried “please we need help call the police please.”

He hadn’t even unlocked the latch, so it was still locked as he proceeded to close the door.

We were banging on doors begging for help after the 1st man dismissed us in such dier time of need. Who does that when we just said we needed help?

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No one answered until we got to the bottom floor, then finally, a couple let us come in until the police arrived.

The neighbor said, “oh, that was the scream we had heard.”   My heart sank, I thought, he could have helped us if he heard it and called the police to check it out.

Neither of us could go in the apartment once we got out, regardless of police we couldn’t return.

I looked at her as I realized my tailoring jacket was in my car that had been stolen and immediately just focused on my exams that were due Monday.

The Missing Jacket matched this purse. Dispite getting it back I never was capable of finishing it. there was way to much emotion in that to deal with.

No Not My Family

“Then it hit me like a ton of bricks!”

That they had taken my keys along with my phone and my car pretty much my whole life! My brand new Malibu watch had home programmed in, and so did my phone.

“It gets worse, they had my keys to get into my parent’s house.”

Immediately began calling to warn them and let them know what happened, but no one answered, I called every phone number! This  was not like them, this started to make me worry more. 

“Did this mean the thieves were already there?”

My mind jumped to the worse. It was so unlike my parents as my mom sleeps with one eye open, I swear.

Why weren’t they answering and were they ok? It felt like the longest 45 minutes before I got a hold of them to warm them to put on the deadbolts.

Soon on their way to the Amber apartments to get me.

The days to come are a blur. To this day, I still haven’t fully processed what had happened.

The Troy police officer, was very surprised and admitted he was new to the unit but had never seen anything like this.

Despite trying to stay calm, I was shaking uncontrollably as we told the detective what happened.

Beautifully Broken Is My New Reality

I started to realize how broken I was and the damage that was done.

The next few weeks would be some of the toughest of my life.

My way of coping; I stressed over my exams, my jacket that had been done to perfection and completed all but the hem.  This was our main senior project.  It was designed and made over 2 terms.   

I had made a purse to match, busted my tail, getting it done. I loved my army green denim fabric with a bright, colorful polka dot lining that fit me perfectly.

I have a photo of the purse I made to match, even adding a red button. 

I added a large button in the bag to clip my keys to since I always lose them so hoping this would help them not get lost so easily.

I don’t know if this was the best way of coping, yet who knows what’s normal as nothing I was going through was normal. 

I hoped keeping busy would help keep my mind off reality.  

In the Blink of an Eye, Life's Never Be The Same

My life was forever changed in ways I never expected. 

I used to be so full of life, loving, carefree heart has now turned to stone only full of fear.

I can’t go anywhere without wondering if they’re here or near.

It’s made me so sad I often just cry, as I remember how much I tried to live my life to the fullest.

When you’re afraid to leave your house or be alone, it makes living difficult.

Adjusting to a life of flashbacks & nightmares, I try to keep smiling, pretending I’m not broken.

The reality is, all I want is to be happy again, that genuine feeling that makes you feel full inside is empty and dark.  As dark as the night it happened in a starless sky, my dreams now are evolving, and I understand why.

I need to help others find a reason to push through and try.

Trying to remember my loved ones don’t understand; however, it doesn’t mean they don’t try. The only way to truly understand what it’s like, one must experience it, yet I wish that on no one.

These were my closest support system all grown up and Im always grateful for them for all they are and have become!

Dreams Delayed but not gone Forever!

Now 10 years delayed. I’m about to do my life dreams. I got some amazing experiences from those years. Through, working with brilliant people who helped me get here! Ready to become vulnerable again.

I’ve realized how important it is to start the discussion about Mental Health Awareness and support for Trauma Survivors.  I’ve decided that I’m going to use my passion to share my love of fashion, in addition to including education for the many women suffering Mental Health Illness and Trauma Survivors.  

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By Choosing this path I’m deciding to take back control of my life.  Choosing to use what I went through to help others, as, my life changed in the blink of an eye.  Unfortunately, stigmas need to be changed and I strongly believe most are due to lack of education.  By helping educate our society is essential to winning the battle.  It’s been too long now there is a negative association with anyone suffering mental health. 

We all make a choice in life, to be part of the problem or part of the solution.  In my experience I know all to well the lack of support for this cause.  I’m choosing to be a change I know is needed. 

My Dream is to help women build their self-love and confidence to accept themselves in every way.  No one is perfect, so by continuing to make a conscious effort to improve our mindset and allow ourselves to be authentic.  I hope this will help improve how many see yourself and see our strengths as ways to make this world better more loving and accepting place. 

Especially, for the friends and family of individuals suffering.  I needing them more then ever trying to sort through the new way of life.  Yet, it’s a double edged sword, your feeling more lost and alone than ever before.  We push people away not understanding how bad it is!  Don’t let your loved ones do that regardless how hard they try.  Your exactly what they need most.   

My friend Sarah since middle school reunited after moving home from Texas.

Those Suffering Invisible Scars You're Not Alone

My life is forever changed in ways I never expected, quicker then you can blink an eye.  My dream now is to help create much needed change.

Sadly, it can be anyone’s future.  We never know, especially with the number growing of both school & public shootings.   Each one is creating a far larger number of people suffering effects of trauma and mental illness.

https://ellarosemaui.com

Award I won for sharing this story of survival!

I’m sharing this deeply personal detailed experience of how my life changed in the blink of an eye. 

Yes, it’s scary, traumatizing, and ultimately life-changing part of my past.  I’m sharing for anyone suffering invisible scars to know you’re not alone.

Keep fighting because you’re stronger than it!

When you’re feeling the fear of it just push a bit more, that’s how I’m trying to accomplish more. Most importantly, if there’s one thing you take from this.  Those of us broken by invisible scars on our soul and are still damaged and broken, please don’t judge us negatively.

It’s easy to think we are not hurting because we probably look the same. The hardest comment I heard over and over was, at least you are ok. I was so not ok, not even close, just remember the invisible scars can hurt the most. 

Never judge your loved one because that’s the worst for the person in pain on the inside.

We need our families more than you know, and even when we say “no,” just keep on loving us anyway!

“You can never tell a book by its cover.”

Lester Fuller and Edwin Rolfe

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Every Friday I play a game called Comedy Night with my buddies and we host an open mic night. We play music, sing, joke around and just get wicked silly. But the fun of it really comes from getting together with a bunch of people who are amazingly talented and love what they do for a hobby.

Like this past session we got together and one of them sang parodies of country music songs all about grilled cheese, and he was singing really passionately too. But on the other hand, I’ve also heard this man who called himself Delicious Big Sweaty Feet perform the most beautiful cover of Grantchester Meadows and then end it with a loud belch. Then there’s a dude who got up and sang a whole song about a fat girl named Becky. It must’ve been a parody he just made up because I found the original song.

Then there’s the trolls. And when I say trolls, I mean they’re sometimes literal armies of them that come in to start mic spamming by screaming slurs down the mic until they get banned. But they’re almost always just bored 14 year olds who think they’re so edgy. They literally make their own comedy rooms (comedy and music are their own separate categories for rooms) to discuss their game plan during the summer.

I was a fly on the wall for that once and oh my god, the cringe was overwhelming. They spent 5 bucks on a game to just scream at people to kill themselves. If you’re gonna spend money on a game at least try to make the most out of it smh

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