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stefanmikaleson1864 · 1 year

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Budapest

Scott Forrester X Reader

Y/N”s POV

A/N: I hope you all like this and if you like my work please comment like and reblog it means a lot to see interactions on my work !!

Working in Budapest with the fly team was a dream. The other dream was meeting the love of your life.

Scott was amazing and even though he was technically your boss it didn’t stop the two of you.

It did complicate things a little bit. Especially in the field because he wanted to protect you from all the dangers in the world.

But you had to constantly assure him that you were perfectly capable of handling yourself.

That you earned your spot on the team and you deserved to be treated the same. He would always same it wasn’t the same.

But at home he was right at work he was wrong. And sometimes it was hard not to blur the lines.

Everyone on the team knew about you guys. You tried to keep it a secret for a while but working with detectives that was not gonna fly.

Scott was possessive but you knew he meant well. He would never let another guy even look at you funny.

He would have something to say about it. If another guy would hit on you or even touch you in the slightest they were on the ground.

You wouldn’t trade it for the world though. Because Scott was a sweet and kind guy. He was just honestly a puppy dog.

He would always do the littlest things that would make you cry.

Like remembering the tiniest details about your guys lives. Whether it be remembering the first time you guys kissed.

Or the first time he took you on a date. He would make each moment more special than the last.

He told you everyday how much he loved you. He would grab your face and pull you in closer and look you right in the eye with his beautiful orbs.

“I love you” He would say in a deep full voice.

“I love you more” You would say back.

“Not Possible” He would say back

He would kiss the top of your head. And breathe in your scent like it was the last time he was ever going to see you.

It always made you feel so much better. Like the way he would grab your hand and squeeze your hand.

Rubbing his thumb underneath of top of your hand. It made you feel so much more grounded.

Like when you guys were out in the field and about to go into a dangerous place.

He would squeeze your shoulder and it was his way of letting you know he was there. He had your back.

Which of course he always did. No matter what happened he was always there for you. And every time he did.

No matter what was going on and in the midst of the chaos he was there by your side.

You knew he was going to be your forever. The person you were going to grow old with and have lots of kids and grandkids with.

That maybe making Budapest would be a permanent thing.

The city was beautiful and it was more like home now than America was. You could tell Scott was feeling the same thing as you.

He was looking at houses on the side and some of them were beautiful. Like you could picture yourself in them.

And he wasn’t letting you in on it. Which confused the hell out of you.

Why would he keep it a secret unless he wasn’t sure what he wanted. Which then made you start sprialing a lot.

So you tried your best to push it out of your head. You know maybe he was just curious to see what was out there.

Days like today you were wondering what was going through his head. Like it was your day off and he was currently sitting on his phone and he had a nervous look on his face.

You went over to the couch where he was sitting and plopped down next to him.

“What are you looking at” You asked trying to reach his phone.

“Nothing” He said in a more serious voice locking his phone so you couldn’t see what he was looking at.

“Come on what’s her name” You said teasing him

“Not funny” He said in a serious voice.

“Get dressed we gotta be some where in 2 hours “ He said

“Well where are we going” You asked

“Why does it matter just go get ready” He said

“I need to know how to dress” You said

“Dress what ever now stop asking me five million questions” Scott said.

You got up huffed and Scott laughed.

You listened to him just as confused as ever. You didn’t even know what you were getting dressed or how to look. So you decided your best to look cute as you could.

When you were finished you didn’t know how long it took you because Scott was yelling at you it was time to leave.

You walked out the bathroom and he was already to go. You both grabbed your stuff and headed out.

The great thing about Budapest was you could walk. And it was nice to see the sights on a beautiful day. No matter how long you lived there it was still gorgeous.

The day was beautiful and you guys were walking down the street holding hands.

“So where we going” You asked

“It is a surprise” Scott said.

“Come on let me in” You said

“No way” Scott said laughing.

The conversation fell kind of flat after that. Suddenly he stopped walking and you guys were in front of the most beautiful house you had ever seen.

“What the hell are we doing here” You asked

“Come on” he said pulling you in.

You both walked in and it was absolutely gorgeous.

“What are we doing here for real” You asked

“Walk around and see what you think” Scott said

You gave him a confused look and he just urged you to look around. You walked all around the house and it was big.

And there was a beautiful backyard with a pool. You always wanted to live in a place with a pool.

It had a huge backyard with a patio. It was breath taking view. The you walked back inside and walked all around the house.

There was a big living room with a huge kitchen. To cook in and there were like 4 bedrooms. It was like a mansion.

It was like a beautiful dream home. Scott was walking around with you. He had a look on his face where it was like he has seen it before.

“Baby come on tell me what is going on” You asked

He grabbed you by the face and pulled you in. He looked you in the eyes with those big beautiful orbs.

“I love you” He said

“I love you more” You said

“Not Possible" He said

“So I kind of did a thing” Scott said rambling a little.

“What did you do” you asked

“ I may have brought this house for the two of us to grow into to brings a lot of grand kids to. And sunday dinners and birthday parties” Scott said

“Scott I” You started

“No let me finish. I love you more than you know more than you love me . and I want us to grow old together and to move here permanently and start our lives together. Will you Marry me Y/N” Scott said

He pulled out a ring and got on knee

“You know that’s not true” You said

Scott had a worried look on his face.

“There is no way in hell you love me more. I love you more and yes yes I will marry you. And have lots of babies with you and live in this beautiful house I mean this is ours right” You asked

“Hell yeah baby it’s all ours” Scott said

He got up on one knee and put the ring on your finger. He pulled you into that kiss the one that took your breath away.

When he broke away the kiss he put his forehead on yours and Whispered to you

“Not possible”

#scott forrester #fbi international #scott forrester x reader #scott forrester imagine #luke kleintank #scott forrester one shot #fbi international one shot #fbi international imagine #fbi international x reader

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glitt3r-litt3r · 2 years

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Succubus!Reader

Summary: requested above!

Warnings: Talk of sex, blood, demon shit. Eddie being a cute little simp. Mentions of killing and death.

A/N: This was such a cool concept to write!! Thank you @devilcherryhot for requesting i hope you like it!

You had been running for two weeks when you finally landed in the seemingly normal town of Hawkins. The mundanity was perfect for hiding hopefully they drove right past this hole in the wall and you could get off scott free.

Asking the man at the camper rental place where would be a good place to stay he pointed you in the direction of Forrest Hills trailer park. You chose a spot near the back, not saying hi to anyone on the way in.

That was 3 weeks ago. You had managed to get some clothes plus the ones you were wearing when you arrived living off a couple elderly men in the area. They were close to death and you saw it as a final wish kind of situation, it was win-win. No one really knew where you had materialized from but they were interested, you could feel yourself having to move away soon despite the peaceful surroundings.

One night as you stretched out in your van unsticking the leathery wings from your shirt you heard a series of timid knocks on the door. You stopped your movements and reached over for the gun you kept under the mattress. Remaining silent you walked over to the window to peek out. What stood in the place of what you thought would be a priest with a pitchfork was merely a man.

His silver clad hand resting on your door before knocking again. You watched closely as his brown eyes scanned the windows catching a peek of your iridescent green eyes.

"hey um, I know you're in there I just saw you" he spoke stepping back resting his hands at his sides.

You slipped your shirt back on folding your wings behind you feeling the familiar ache of hiding them return to the spot between your shoulder. Your tail which never had the chance to escape was pressed to your leg underneath your long skirt.

"just a second" you said shaking your head to rid your eyes of their color. You spent most of your energy disguising yourself and it was getting tiresome.

Opening the door Eddie stood flooded with light. His eyes kindly staring up at your full figure with admiration. He shifted nervously under your gaze as you eyed his appearance.

He didn't look like the rest of the town, his hair was long and wild and his clothes were that of a rockstar. You'd met rockstars, even killed a couple. This kid was too sweet, hasn't even lost the fat on his cheeks yet. How sweet.

"can I help you?" you asked stepping out into the night.

"yeah actually Um I was wondering if you'd let me take you out or something? I just noticed you haven't been around much and if you're staying here you might want to see the town some" he asked

Shocked into laughter you began to giggle quietly. There was no chance this kid could even pay for a meal let alone take you out. His face was red as he played with the ends of his hair. The very human part of you felt bad wanting to say yes to appease his quickly beating heart. That same part of you knew it would only end in disaster.

"I'm not staying here, just stopping by. Thank you for the offer but i'm good on my own" you replied as gently as you could. Turning to go inside you hear he hasn't moved from his spot.

"yeah me too. Could be fun to be alone...together"

he muttered. God he was really laying it on thick, how did even know you. You'd never seen him before, thinking about it.

"what's your name honey" you asked not looking over your shoulders into his brown eyes.

"It's Eddie. My names Eddie" he said quickly.

"hmm" was all you said as you walked back up the steps and into your camper. He watched the movement of your hips as you climbed the stairs. The way your hair moved, the smoothness of your skin, and now that he had seen them, the radiance in your eyes. He was mesmerized by you, completely and utterly enamored with everything about you. On his way back to his own house he remembered the way you called him honey and the long nails that clicked when you stood up against the door.

You waited, watching him turn and leave before getting undressed again. This time you stretched fully feeling your naked body beneath your hands finally free from the prison of clothes. Why humans ever chose to wear them you didn't know.

As you lay awake in your bed there's a nagging feeling in your stomach. Some evil concoction of shame and fear that made your heart swell with each thought of the boy with kind eyes. You had to leave Hawkins, and soon or you'd end up succumbing to your own nature and taking him.

Normally, you wouldn't think twice, he was young and healthy and easy. Probably a loner not like anyone would miss him. There was no reason why you couldn't have him, not one you could logically think of. But the thought of sinking your sharp canines into his neck made you sick. It dredged up a feeling of sadness you hadn't felt since the day you were turned into the animal you were.

Your 16th birthday was meant to be a joyous occasion. You had trusted your father to take care of you like he had done every year for your life, being the pastor of the church he had always made a big deal of your birthdays. You still remembered thinking it was going to be a surprise party at the church, and boy you were right it was a surprise. Men in masks and the smell of blood and smoke and the chanting haunted your dreams. Your first kill was your father, and from then on you had been on the run.

Town to town bed to bed for a while you were a machine, killing anything you could and loving it. Devouring men whole at your will became a hobby and a passion rolled into one making bets with yourself to see how long it would take or how far they'd go. You slowed eventually, becoming bored with the throws of sex and blood. Taking only what you needed and not a drop more to keep you sustained, eating human food every once in a while when you needed to lay low. And now there was a perfect candidate practically offering his flesh over to you at the sight of your eyes and you couldn't do it.

Everyday for the next week he just shows up, at the same time wanting nothing more than to see your face. At first you tried to not open the door but he would just wait until you spoke to him. He tried numerous times to get you to go out with him and each time you came up with a reason as to no. As the week passes you notice he's getting more desperate practically moaning at the sight of you. Slowly it ate away at you, sitting in your chest. You felt bad for the doe eyed boy and his inability to take no for an answer.

One morning you went on with your normal daily activities of reading, cleaning, planning your next escape route and location. You figure you'd probably stay in the camper for a while. At around the same time as last night, a knock. You already knew who it was, you also knew he wouldn't just go away.

Opening the door he stands there with something small and colorful in his hands rocking back and forth onto the balls of his feet.

"Yes Eddie?" you asked averting your eyes to anywhere but his.

"I made this of you-for you really. It's for my next campaign" he said holding up the small thing in his hands.

You walk over slowly eyeing it before plucking it from his fingers as he practically mewls at the contact. You're looking at a miniature version of yourself in perfect detail. He must've spent hours painting it and it was beautiful. At first what you're thinking is an elegant dress and or something you see his a pair of bat wings and a tail. You feel your mouth go dry as your eyes flicker between him and the figure. He must sense your discomfort because he begins rambling about what it's for.

"-it's a fantasy game so you couldn't be just a human, well you could but it would be boring you know so I made you into some demon girl thing, not exactly a demon but just as strong. There's a word i'm just, I can't remember it while you're staring at me like that." he says licking his pink lips.

Leaving was always the plan but this seal the deal. Even if no one else important ever sees this figurine even if it's going to be used in the empty rooms of some high school in the middle of this shit town. You have half a mind to kill him right there but it's to out i. the open. You'll need somewhere safe and quiet.

"Eddie?" you say sweetly smiling at him. His heart swoons as he tries to remain on two feet and nod his head. You used your finger to signal him to come forward. His feet move effortlessly as he practically runs to be near you. You lean up a bit to reach his ear moving the small hairs that crowd it before whispering.

"meet me at the Hawkins sign in an hour" you say as sultry as you can letting your warm breath fall over his ear gently. You're so close you can see the faint heartbeat thrumming under the skin of his neck. He feels woozy with desire as you step away and slink back into your trailer.

He walks home in triumph preparing for your meet up. He doesn't question the location or the fact that you slipped the figurine into your bra before going but he doesn't care. The waiting was killing him, this week felt like an eternity until he could get to you. Spending most of his time thinking about you, playing songs he's wrote for you on the guitar and even cancelling Hellfire to paint that figurine. Eddie munson had never been so in love in his life and man did it feel good.

He spends the next 45 minutes in the shower, brushing his teeth and hair spraying some cologne on basically everything including his crotch before getting in the van and driving full speed to the edge of Hawkins. The night was perfect fall weather, there was a crisp breeze and as he drove there were hoard of light jack-o-lanterns on peoples front steps.

When he arrives you're already there clad in leather and standing beside your red motorcycle. Your skin looks pale blue in the light of the moon and he swears your eyes are glowing. The light bounces off your hair making it gleam in the night and your perfectly manicured hand holds the mini figure. He thinks he might faint of excitement. You give him a smile as he exits the car almost forgetting to shut the door behind him.

"hey pretty boy" you say with a wink as he approaches you. Blush travels up his neck and paints his cheeks a rosy hue. He stops just in front of you practically touching toes as he stares down at you.

"hi." is all he says.

"You've been asking a lot of questions this week. Where I'm from and how so got here and if i'll spend my time with you. Pretty and curious is a dangerous combo honey." you playfully chide. He shakes his head trying to rid himself the shame of being so full of wonder.

"You wanna know who I am Eddie? Hmm" you ask stroking a long pointed black nail across the side of his face. He nods vigorously not trusting his voice. He watches as your glistening lips open to talk. He catches a glimpse of your white teeth noticing how long perfect they are and picturing them biting at the skin of his neck.

"say it baby, say what you want" you say grabbing his chin with your pointer finger. He swears he's never been this hard in his life it's starting to hurt as it strains against the fabric of his jeans. He couldn't wait to get back and tell everyone in Hellfire about the sexy woman who took advantage of him in the woods. Not really taking though because he'd give it up for her a million times over.

"show me who you are" he whispers eyes never breaking contact.

You smile wide and your eyes brighten up a couple shades. His submissiveness feeding into your predatory need to control. Slowly you back up and he groans at the lack of contacts between the two of you.

"Careful what you wish for honey"

And with that you open your wings behind you casting a large shadow on the ground below you. You shake them out moaning at the feeling of them being open. Your tail slithers from the back of your dress and comes up toward the side as you stroke it gently. Lastly you feel the horns you'd been hiding in hair catch in the breeze.

Eddie watches in horror as you transform into your new form. Your eyes glow bright green and pulse luminously in the dark of the night. Your wings flutter gently and as you stand there he feels himself going to scream but unable to get the sounds out. His heart drums wildly in his chest mixes of fear and longing fight in the breaks between breaths. He wants to run away and he also finds himself sickly attracted to the thing standing not even 5 feet from him.

You feel your own want spreading as you watch his face contort in fear. You step closer to him. Stepping right between between his legs pressing your bodies to one another. He is shaking beneath you as your grab hold of his face. Feeling the warmth beneath your palms is enough to make you moan out and he mirrors you drowning in his own feelings. Pulling his face toward yours you let your lips crash wildly into his for a couple seconds before pulling back to look into his blown pupils. Eyes almost black in the night he stares still wildly stuck in your traps.

You lean over to his ear and he squeezes his eyes shut in preparation for the death he's certain to meet. Kissing his neck gently at first it becomes hard to control your hunger as you smell the blood rushing just beneath the surface and feel the hard mound poking you in the stomach. You bite him, gently, teasing you both.

"Goodbye Eddie" you whisper.

Before he can even open his eyes you're gone, cold air causing goosebumps to spread over his entire body. The only reminders of your presence are the small bite mark on his neck, his own arousal and the small figure you'd slipped back into his hand at some point. He stands staring at it glowing pale blue in the moon and realizes you painted the eyes the same iridescent green to match your own.

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"...her beautiful skin is smooth enough to seduce even the most happily married men. Eyes glowing and skin gleaming she'll slip into your mind and drive you to the point of insanity!" Eddie screams at his loyal audience of Hellfire members as he showcases the new villain of their next campaign. He slams the figure down on the table as their mouths remain open in awe. He subconsciously rubs the little scars left on his neck and smiles thinking about how no one in their right kind would believe him if he tried to explain how he got them.

A/N: Thought she was gonna kill him? me too lol

#eddie munson one shot #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fic #eddie x reader #eddie munson x succubus!reader #eddie munson being a simp #eddie munson fanfic #eddie stranger things #eddie munson is hot

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anyonymous-anon · 5 months

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Welcome to my tumblr page!

If you have seen someone named "Anyon_Author" on AO3, then that would be me. I make fanfics based off youtubers I watch, usually as a crossover with another form of media. This Tumblr page is meant to post updates and to chat with.

I can be found here, including all the fics I am working on so far

Current fics I am working on:

This is so not Pogchamp (On Hiatus)

How to Heal from the Past (Working on Chapters, High Priority)

Scott's Discovery of the Secrets of the Medjai (Working on Chapters, pausing for a bit)

Mark of a Relic Hunter (Working on Chapters, On Pause until game release)

Hermits of Terraria (Working on Chapters, Low priority)

Fearing the Living (Sequel to OUSI, Finished)

The Ties that Bind Us (Sequel to FTL, In Progress)

Killing the Vibe (Killer Frequency but ElasticDroid fills in for Forrest when the latter injures a hand. Working on Chapters, low priority)

Aquanautics 101 (Frog House x Subnautica. Working on Chapters, Low Priority)

What We Lost (Prequel to What We Discovered. Working on Chapters)

Fics I have finished:

Scott's Adventure's against the Mummy

Scott's Journey to the Scorpion King

Scott's Campaign against The False Priest

Open up, Survivors Inside

Confirmed Future Fics

Scott's Final Charge against an Emperor (Empires SMP 2 x The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor. Not being worked on yet.)

How to Take Charge of your Future (HTHFTP Sequel)

Empires SMP 1 x Riverdale (Attempted a Oneshot based off something I saw on Tumblr, but now I have all of season one's chapters written rip, will most likely rewrite)

Saw: Son of a Killer (My first noncrossover fic, a Gideon Lives AU fic in the very beginning stages. Will not be posted anytime soon)

Some Not so Lethal Company (Frog House Lethal Company crossover. Basic Plot in mind, but won't work on it until This is so not Pogchamp has at least 15 chapters)

What We Discovered (Wings of Fire x Frog house. Will start working on chapters once one of my series is finished. Unknown if this will be a series or just a single book + one shot book yet)

Future Fic ideas Depending on what fics get done first:

Empires SMP Pokemon au (Still unsure which Season, Maybe 1 as season 2 is getting 6 fics lol)

Starbound x Origins SMP (No main character in mind, but the Starbound MC would be a Novakid due to them having no artifact. Basic plot in mind)

Team ZITS x Back to the Future (Unsure if Zedaph replacing Marty or is friends yet. Basic plot in mind)

Ideas for Fics that I might do, but Uncertain:

Life Series winners x Animorphs (I have no real ideas for this)

Jurassic Park/World Crossover (No Fandom in Mind)

Rainworld Crossover (Unsure which fandom to use)

#anyon posts #anyon fics

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lunarflare64 · 1 year

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what music do you recommend?

That's a little difficult to answer. I like everything, but also I'm insanely picky, I hate music apps like Spotify because the algorithms can't understand me, and them getting it wrong makes me grumpy

But, inconsistent music taste aside, I do have more electronic stuff than anything else in my music hoard, and the one genre that has more hits than misses is electroswing, Jamie Berry for a lot of it, but plenty of other artists are in my collection too

I've been finding more and more artists I consistently like lately too, which has been nice. I like Billie Eilish a fair bit, as well as BoyWithUke, Alec Benjamin, T!LT, Mystery Skulls, Poor Man's Poison, Porcupine Tree, NEFFEX, Citizen Soldier, and NF, and FiASKO is the newest addition to the lot

The one artist I've liked the longest is actually SharaX, I've been a fan of hers since before she got into Undertale mixes. I remember waiting back in the day, during the prime of Undertale's popularity, wondering if SharaX would take a crack at the OST, and then the popularity started to die and I shrugged and moved on, and then BOOM, Undertale mixes for the next six years straight with no signs of stopping

I'm sorta in between songs right now, I have phases where a bunch of new songs are added to my hoard, and then phases where I'm not really vibing with anything specific, which can be a bummer, but I can list the songs from my last big phase! (I'd link them or a playlist but Tumblr has a limit on youtube links and I don't do public playlists. Don't like that shit. Hate it, in fact.)

(This'll be in order of when they were added so you can see when I started focusing on specific vibes at certain points)

Fan Behavior - Isaac Dunbar

GUY.exe - Superfruit

Can I Get A Witness - SonReal

Stunnin' - Curtis Waters

Sail Away - Lovelytheband

Things I Thought Were Mine - Alfie Templeman

Bones - Imagine Dragons

Don't Care Crown - Fox Stevenson

Boys - Lizzo

Sweet Tooth - Scott Helman

Girls In Bikinis - Poppy

Yoiyoi Kokon - Reol

Onion Boy - Isaac Dunbar

Gazpacho - Orange Culture (you know that one tiktok that goes around here occasionally, the one where the lead singer lost their voice and they had to improvise? And it was actually good even though it was just the guy talking about how he went and bought watermelon sour patch kids? Same dudes)

Demon Mode - Stileto

E GiRLS ARE RUiNiNG MY LiFE - Corpse (FiASKO REMiX)

THE MAiN CHARACTER (ULTiMATE) - FiASKO

DUBSTEP NEVER DiE - Blaqout X Whiskers (FiASKO REMiX)

HAUNTED - Laura Les (FiASKO REMiX)

SHiNSO (CRiCKETS GO) - FiASKO

HENTAi iN A CASKET (DEAD) - FiASKO

BUiLD A BiTCH - Bella Poarch (FIASKO REMiX)

DREAM ARCHiTECT - FiASKO

CLUBROCKiN (GET iT POPPiN) - FiASKO x RAGE-BOT

PHOTO iD - Remi Wolf (FiASKO REMiX)

STEREO GHOST (WHiSPER) - FiASKO

INSANE - FiASKO x TADROS x OMMIN

Haunt - FiASKO x Brandon Scott

ADHD - Silent Child (even if I have to correct the guy at the self deprecating parts because that's not my energy and I can't let it slide)

Sleepwalk - Forrest Day

Invaders Must Die - The Prodigy

Stand Up - The Prodigy

1,000,000 - Nine Inch Nails

Little Darkness - TuXe (Cult of the Lamb) (I wouldn't bother following this guy though, I ditched his channel because he sees no issue with playing and creating stuff for the Harry Potter game)

Yes I'm aware I could have bundled the FiASKO songs together, but you've gotta admit, seeing the list go ooooon like that is just fucking funny, you can SEE the way I lost my shit over them for a long period of time

#another thing i didnt have to do was copy the text quirk but i couldnt help it it was fun #even if it was a pain

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x-mencomics · 1 year

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The Uncanny X-Men #144 - Even in Death...

Jock Forrester (I’m assuming the father of Lee Forrester from last ish) has been diagnosed with cancer and has been living in a swamp. Behind Jock is a weird looking creature with large red eyes. We learn this creature is a biologist formerly known as Ted Sallis, but he has been transformed into this red-eyed monster, and is now called the Man-Thing. Man-Thing is an empath, responding to emotional states of beings near him. Negative emotions cause pain to the Man-Thing, so he seeks to end those emotions, even if it means destroying the person feeling them...

Jock is upset and missing his wife, Mary. He loads a revolver and points it at his own head. As he does this, a strange smoke starts swirling on the ground, and a voice issues from that smoke, urging Jock to pull the trigger. Jock begins to maybe apologize to Lee (who is confirmed to be Jock’s daughter! - called it!) out loud, but - BLAM! He pulls the trigger, and falls down dead.

The swirling smoke takes a human-ish form and it’s revealed to be a demon named D’Spayre. Man-Thing senses D’Spayre and tries to fight him, but D’Spayre quickly uses his powers to cause Man-Thing to explode into flames. Next, D’Spayre takes the form of Jock Forrester...

And now back to the ship that Scott Summers boarded last ish. Scott has officially joined Aleytys’s (aka Lee’s) crew. But Scott is missing his family, the X-Men. Lee feels attracted to Scott and senses that he is in pain...

At Xavier’s mansion, the X-Men are working hard to make repairs after the battle between Kitty and the demon (see issue #143). The Professor asks Angel for money to help with the repairs, and Angel is happy to help. Wolverine and Nightcrawler give Kitty a hard time about the damage to the mansion, and she hurries outside to get away from the team. Nightcrawler teleports near her to apologize.

Lee’s crew decides to go to a bar. Scott plays pool with other crew members before Lee asks him to come with her to visit her father. When they arrive at Lee’s father’s house, Jock Forrester greets them but immediately transforms into D’Spayre. D’Spayre brags that he helped Jock kill himself, and then reality warps and D’Spayre transforms the house into a mile high tower that radiates a negative aura. A blinding light flashes from D’Spayre’s body and Scott is taken back to a memory from his childhood.

Scott is in a small plane with his father, Christopher Summers, his mother, Ann, and his brother, Alex. The plane is crashing. Ann gets Scott and Alex into parachutes, and the boys jump out of the plane JUST BEFORE IT EXPLODES! And then Scott is experiencing a different reality. He is now inside the headquarters of Larry Trask and Sentinels have killed all the original X-Men except Havok. The Sentinels look like the new X-Men team. Scott wonders what is happening to him and if he is insane. The new X-Men-looking Sentinels almost kill him. But then Scott is somewhere else. In a church. And Jean is there too. And suddenly they’re walking down the aisle to get married. Jean lifts Scott’s visor and his optic blast hits Jean so hard she flies across the room. Suddenly, Scott is back at the tower, and D’Spayre is pleased with how confused and scared Scott is. Scott runs away, falling out a window and onto the ground outside the tower.

Outside is none other than the Man-Thing! Man-Thing enters the tower, and Scott follows. And now it’s Man-Thing and Cyclops fighting D’Spayre together. They’re able to defeat the demon (at least for now - D’Spayre does say that he is immortal, and this is X-Men, so... you know...). The tower is a huge blaze of fire now, and Cyclops and Lee escape in Jock’s boat that is docked nearby. After the flames are extinguished, the Man-Thing reappears, and walks deeper into the swamp. In the shadows, there is laughter...

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X-Men Abridged: 1981

The X-Men, those back-to-the-future mutants that have sworn to protect a world that hates and fears them, are a cultural juggernaut with a long, tangled history. Want to unravel this tapestry? Then read the Abridged X-Men!

(Uncanny X-Men 141 - 152) - by Chris Claremont and John Byrne, Brent Anderson, Dave Cockrum, Jim Sherman, Bob McLeod and Josef Rubinstein

While I also committed various fashion atrocities at the age of 14 (tye-die and fauxhawks, oh my), even Liberace would find Kitty’s outfits too much. (Uncanny X-Men 149; Uncanny X-Men Annual ‘81)

We dial back from the v. epic scope of the last few arcs. Instead, 1981 is just a lot of fun! We get:

Storm and Emma doing a Freaky Friday!

the X-Men vs. Magneto (again!)

A surprisingly effective Alien rip-off

An dystopian future! (OoOoOoOo)

Last year was the year of the Dark Phoenix, this is the year of Kitty Pryde. That’s not to say Jean’s death is swept under the rug: all throughout, we see her friends mourning her loss or remembering her fondly. (Scott even gets to have a demonic adventure about it.) But in general, Claremont puts Kitty in the forefront, fleshing out his YA-addition to the team. And what would a YA heroine be without a grim dystopia? Roll out the iconic Days of Future Past!

To be fair, 2013 was a dark time for all of us: What Does the Fox Say somehow got to the top of the charts and I was still watching Glee. (Uncanny X-Men 141)

How cool would it have been to see a name like Jonothon Starsmore or Eva Bell on those tombstones?

Anyway, that’s Kate. Kate’s had it rough. Mutants are at the bottom of the foodchain, most X-Men are dead and only a small cadre of resistance fighters remain, Sentinels dominate, and while she is married to Piotr, her children have been murdered. Bleak. Luckily, the rebellion has concocted the plan to shunt Kate’s spirit back in time to prevent this awful future from happening. (You’ve seen Days of Future Past, the last passably good X-Men film, you know what’s up.)

Let’s do the time warp again! 1981!Kitty’s mind gets taken over by 2013!Kitty, who promptly tries to convince the X-Men that a new Brotherhood of v. Evil Mutants will try to kill Senator Kelly, a presidential candidate who tries to put the mutant menace on the agenda. (Mutants tend to blow stuff up when he’s around.) Since the X-Men recently took a literal trip to Dante’s Infero and also befriended a cosmic world-ending entity, they basically shrug and go: “Yeah, this checks out.”

Off to Washington they go (zoommm) and there, they happen upon the Baddest Bitches in Herstory:

“How dare you hate mutants, senator Kelly! We’ll fix that by killing you!” (Uncanny X-Men 141)

This All-New, All-Different Brotherhood consists out of:

Destiny, a blind woman who can see the future. Definitely the eeriest member of this group. Badass lesbian, though that won´t be canon for years.

Avalanche. Greek who makes things shake. Is a long-standing member of the X-Men Rogue’s gallery, but rarely features in the spotlight. I think he got more characterization in four years of X-Men Evolution than he ever did in the comics.

Mystique. Shapeshifter. Ruthless and unhinged, the Cersei Lannister of the X-Men universe. Absolute legend, secretly the wife of Destiny, currently not as unhinged as she’ll be later. Immediately implied to be related to Nightcrawler: it’s the yellow-eyes-blue-skin-combo.

Pyro. Can manipulate fire, not create it. Absolute pillock, in all the best ways of the word. Originally intended as gay, but they decided to make him Australian instead. (?!)

Blob. Big, strong, immovable. We’ve seen him before.

One of the details in this fight I enjoy is that Storm is still struggling with her leadership, although she has a better grip on things than Cyclops:

Wolverine then proceeds to use those iconic but deadly claws about twice per issue for the next, oh, forty years. (Uncanny X-Men 142)

While the X-Men fight the Brotherhood in the present, we cut back and forth to the future. There, the X-Men consist out of some familiar faces - Storm, Colossus, Wolverine - and some surprises: Magneto (in a wheelchair), Franklin Richards (son of) and an unfamiliar ginger girl called Rachel. (She’ll be important later.) We even learn (one of) Magneto’s names: this is the first time he’s canonically called Magnus.

One of the strengths of Days of Future Past lies in its brevity, the way it tantalizingly taunts us with a brutal but familiar future without giving away too much. It’s single-handedly responsible for all those dark future timelines the X-lines are so fond of which will eventually culminate in time-displaced grandsons from alternative dimensions and the impossibility of a succinct answer to the question: “Who’s Cable?” Too much of a good thing and all that.

Still, what Days of Future Past does so successfully is:

Put the idea of the mutant menace back at the forefront, hammering home the metaphor of mutants being a minority. Mutants being put in camps and being forbidden to breed should - regretfully - make us think of all too many real life equivalents. (Specifically, all of the imagery harkens back to the Holocaust.)

It starkly shows what happens should the X-Men lose, reminding everyone of the stakes. The X-Men are here for a reason: bridging the gap between mutants and humankind. If they fuck up, we end up with mutant concentration camps.

It helps that the X-Men in the future almost all die horribly: Franklin is incinerated, Storm is impaled… It's brutal stuff. The only one to survive is Rachel, who wonders if their plan actually changed the future or if they created an alternative timeline. (It did the latter, sorry ‘bout it, Rachel.)

In the present, Kate chases after Destiny, who trains a gun on senator Kelly. I always wondered how this works: if Destiny saw the future, she knew that killing Kelly would trigger a terrifying future. What in the current Marvel timeline made her decide that the Days of Future Past was better? Did she see her own death? Did she see the Onslaught-crossover coming? The Chuck Austen run? What was it?

In any case, time-anomalous Kate stops Destiny from killing Kelly and the future is safe! For now. Kate disappears, Kitty returns to her body and some of the Brotherhood are apprehended. All is well, for now.

After being a key figure in DoFP, Kitty is also the main character in the Christmas special, which is basically a straight up horror and a pastiche of the Alien-movie.

Seriously, John Byrne still isn’t sure why he wasn’t sued by Ridley Scott for this. (Uncanny X-Men 143)

If you love Kitty Pryde? Read this issue. If you’re not convinced you like 80’s Kitty? Read this issue. It’s not continuity relevant and it’s basically Kitty playing the part of a Final Girl in a horror where she’s being chased by a demon, but it’s so good. It showcases all her strengths and her foibles. Kitty’s intelligent, cute (sometimes preciously so) and brave, but she’s also young, self-conscious and hot-headed. And it's not as if the other X-Men automatically adore her: Storm berates her all the time, she’s afraid of Kurt because of the way he looks (though she grows out of that) and she fights with Professor Xavier a lot. Moreover, she has a clever power-set for a young superhero who faces menaces on a daily basis: a thirteen year old who can go intangible is far less likely to have reality ensue on her and be dramatically offed because she's better at protecting herself.

I’m sure there are people who thought Sprite was hogging the spotlight, but I, for one, say she brings more to the table than, say, Angel. She’s not the Dawn Summers of this franchise.

Scott also gets a side quest. Poor guy can’t catch a break: first the love of his life dies, so he quits the X-Men, then he realizes he can’t do much else than be a superhero. He becomes a sailor on the ship of spunky captain Lee Forrester, is drawn into the sadistic plans of a demon unironically named D’Spayre and then shipwrecks in Bermuda with Lee.

The X-Men, meanwhile, are tormented by a team-up of Doom (who’s currently Latverialess and working on a comeback) and Arcade, that annoying crony. Locke, Arcade’s dom, has kidnapped the loved ones of the X-Men (Moira MacTaggart, Jean Grey’s parents, Illyana Rasputin and Amanda Sefton) in order to blackmail them into getting Doom to free Arcade. Apparently, Arcade accidentally insulted Doom and DOOM DOES NOT FORGIVE THAT FOLLY.

While the B-Squad (Polaris, Havok, Banshee and Iceman) goes to save Arcade’s hostages, the X-Men sneak into Doom’s castle. Well, except for Storm, who doesn’t give a single fuck and simply flies up to Doom, demanding an audience. Doom likes the cut of her jib and invites her to have dinner. (This is pre-Tinder, so this is a legit way of scoring a date.)

If Storm has a flaw (I said if!), it’s got to be her atrocious taste in men. (Uncanny X-Men 145)

The X-Men find Arcade’s cell empty, while Arcade casually saunters up to Storm and says hi. Storm realizes too late that this is a trap: while the X-Men are all trapped in Saw-like traps, Storm is encased in ‘living chrome’.

If you remember she’s claustrophobic, you know why this is a bad move.

While the X-Men free themselves from their traps - Polaris hilariously has to deal with a murderous merry-go-round - Storm is slowly driven mad in her prison, triggering a worldwide tempest. (She causes Lee and Scott to shipwreck.) Under the threat of Wolverine’s claws, Doom releases Storm - or rather, unleashes her.

“Instead of a Dark Lord, you would have a queen, not dark but beautiful and terrible as the dawn! Tempestuous as the sea, and stronger than the foundations of the earth! All shall love me and despair!” (Uncanny X-Men 147)

The memory of Jean brings Ororo back to herself and she starts undoing the superstorm she created. (If only climate change were reversed that easily.) Their confrontation ends by Storm easily forgiving Doom, because she apparently trespassed on his grounds without adequate cause.

Mkay.

All of Arcade’s hostages return to their homesteads, except for Illyana Rasputin, Piotr’s sister: she’s staying at the mansion for a while. Angel, who’s sort of been a part of the team since the Phoenix thing, has had it with Wolverine and his ‘tude, and decides to quit the X-Men : he doesn’t want to be a part of an outfit that has a killer like Wolverine on it. (Or maybe he’s just mad Claremont didn’t give him any storylines: his presence has been mostly pointless.) It’s too bad he left before Kitty started experimenting with her outfits: I bet he would have loved her ugly-ass costumes.

Equally inconsequential is the introduction of a brand new character, who then proceeds to disappear from the narrative for the rest of the year:

Black Tom has tried to kill you at least twice, but him sending you a long-lost daughter doesn’t give you pause? Ugh, Sean, you deserve Moira. (Uncanny X-Men 148)

Intrigued by Theresa? TOO BAD, WON’T SEE HER AGAIN ANYTIME SOON.

Another new character is the lonely, decidedly mutant looking Caliban, who can sense “people like him” and is on the lookout for companions. Like many lonely people who try and grasp at friendship, he decides to overshoot his shot and ruin the night of Storm, Kitty and Jessica Drew at a Dazzler concert. Because he tries to kidnap Kitty, the girls react a trifle aggressively. When they realize their mistake - the eerily pale Caliban is a simpleton rather than a menace - he’s already fled. No mention is made of the Morlocks yet!

There’s also another dull annual where the X-Men team up with the Fantastic Four to save Arkon’s dimension from the Badoon and yaaaaawn. Far more interesting is the landmark issue #150. Slowly, through the adventures of Scott and Lee Forrester, Claremont has been setting things up for the return of a favorite villain. While the X-Men investigate Magneto’s old base in Antarctica on a hunch of Professor X and tangle with Garruk, Scott and Lee survive Storm’s tempest, only to wake up next to a strange island that seems to have been raised from the ocean.

It’s apparently some ancient citadel from a long forgotten civilization with a fondness for squid statues. (I don’t know man, I’ve never been to the Bermuda Triangle, maybe this is just super-accurate.)The tentacles make Lee Forrester feel very amorous, but before Scott can tell her he is way too repressed to just have sex with an attractive someone he’s known intimately for a month or two, Magneto saves his ass by revealing he, in fact, raised this island from the seafloor.

Oh, Magneto. So extra.

My ambitious little mutant demagogue then proceeds to take the entire world hostage, showing how much he’s grown from the pompous, raving madman from the sixties. (Sure, Magneto is still a bit of a madman, but increasingly, he starts being on the right side of history.)

“I’m trying to make Magneto more sympathetic.”

“Just put him on a page with some bigger villains who are less noble, like the Vanisher, Count Nefaria, or…”

“Reagan, Thatcher and Brezhnov?”

“Er.” (Uncanny X-Men 150)

It’s obvious Magneto is being pivoted as a more noble villain, codified into the well-intentioned extremist we know and love today. Not only do we get the first hints at his past, fleshing out his motivations, he’s also not wrong. Humans are historically not great at taking care of the planet or each other.

When the Russians call his bluff and launch nukes at Magneto’s new island, he quickly disarms them. His retribution is swift and ferocious: the entire citadel is a machine that massively amplifies his powers. He sinks the submarine that launched the missiles, condemning the entire crew to death, and he casually erects a vulcano in a Russian city in Siberia.

Damn. Not messing around this time.

Despite his good intentions, Magneto is still definitely in the wrong: not only because of his methods, but as Scott points out: if Magneto unifies the world under his kind of benevolent dictatorship, all of that will simply fall apart as soon as Magnus dies.

In a way, Magneto is just as big a dreamer as Charles is: Charles believes in peace and integration, whereas Magneto believes his iron fist will be enough to make a perfect world happen. Both of them ignore the reality that acceptance is difficult and messy, because you’re trying to change essential human nature: the fear of the other. Magneto believes in big, sweeping gestures that will fix the world in move, while changing the world is also boring, hard work. One step forward, two steps back. Magneto just wants to leapfrog to his ultimate goal.

The X-Men fly over the citadel, returning from Antarctica, and their plane crashes into the ocean. (Magneto does not brook planes over his territory, humans!) The Professor is also nearby, looking for Scott with Moira, Peter Corbeau and Carol Danvers. The X-Men sneak onto the island, but to their horror, their powers are nullified by some machine of Magneto. They reunite with Scott, who formulates a plan to thwart the would-be ruler of the world.

While the rest of the X-Men go to trash the machine, Storm, Kitty and Lee infiltrate the control chamber where Storm finds a sleeping, shirtless Magneto. Once again showing her terrible taste in men, she is not weak in the knees at the sight of a sleeping Magnus: instead, she contemplates killing him.

Storm knows how dangerous he is, but she also knows that he’s a great man who’s fighting for ideals, no matter how misguided. She hesitates too long: Magneto stirs, suspects an attack and tosses her out of the window, to her death.

Magneto quickly undoes the sabotage the other X-Men have wrought to his machine. A fight erupts. Storm, meanwhile, has managed to grab hold of a ledge. She crawls back up and smashes an important-looking computer, restoring everyone’s powers.

The battle turns grim, but Scott sends Kitty away to wreck Magneto’s machinery. She sneaks off, following Scott’s orders and destroying both Magneto's power-up device and all of his plans by phasing though the computer circuitry. Magneto senses this and furiously gives chase. Overcome by rage, he attacks Kitty and disrupts her phasing power with a magnetic bolt, seemingly killing her?

Everything about this story beat is great: mama bear!Ororo, mournful Magnus and even the fact that Kitty’s godawful outfit serves a narrative function: highlighting to us (and Magneto) just how young she is. The fact that Kitty’s Jewish is just icing on the cake. (Uncanny X-Men 150)

And thus, the softening of Magneto commences. 1981 might be a year with wildly varying narratives, but it has given us at least three enduring legacies to the X-Mythos: a new kind of Magneto, a fondness for dystopian futures and the character of Kitty Pryde, who's really come into her own this year.

Ugliest Costume: Kitty! Purposefully, but still. Best costume, by the way, goes to Destiny, with her creepy, creepy golden mask. Just imagine this lady casually strolling across a battlefield, eerily calm and collected, dodging everything you throw at her. Awesome design.

Best new character: I usually pick one character - what good is having a shared award when declaring the best of anything? - but this year, it’s going to one of my favorite couples: Mystique and Destiny. Can’t wait to see more of them.

Most audacious retcon: Blob somehow retroactively becomes a member of the original Brotherhood, which is not what happened. Ever weirder is Xavier pondering that he never met Magneto before his attack in X-Men #1, while their cordially adversarial relationship rooted in a youthful friendship would soon become a cornerstone of the X-Men.

What to read: Uncanny X-Men 141 - 143 and 150 - 152

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Hiya. I have an ask for Scott Forrester again. ❤️ The prompt is: #11 “You and me, and a bottle of wine.” Thank you so much.

It’s in an abandoned fishing cabin in the depths of a Swedish forest that Scott sees you naked for the first time. There’s a fire roaring in the stone hearth, wood that’s been stacked alongside of it for years crackling under the flames. There’s no electric, the pipes are frozen from the continuously plunging temperature. The snow from the storm has blanketed the glass on windows, shielding you from the outside world. The only light is from the candle that someone had plunged into the top of an empty wine bottle.

Your wet clothes hang over the door, his shirt, your jeans, your boots dying close to the heath. The two of you are nestled under a set of dusty blankets that you’d managed to scrounge from the bedroom.

Scott never envisioned that it would be like this. He imagined he would take his time undressing you, that he’d kiss you, caress you. Instead it’s chattering teeth, damp skin, and fuckload of adrenaline because the two of you were being hunted by a Russian hitsquad.

Nobody had expected the storm, not them, not you, not Scott. You’d lost them in the snow, stumbled onto this place but the temperature’s still dropping and the two of you are in bad shape. You’re clothes had been soaking, the only option had been to remove them, dry them out with the heat from the fire. He’d tried to be respectful, kept his back to you as you undressed, waited until you were under the blankets before he’d climbed in alongside of you.

The awkward part is the spooning, his bare skin pressing against yours. He’s apologetic as he curls around you, your back resting against his chest. He tries to be as gentle as possible as he holds you. You’ve both taken a beating, he can feel the agony with every breath he takes and he knows you must do too. He buries his face into the curve of your neck, his eyes closing. Your fingers entwin with his, clasping his hand to your chest as you nestle in closer.

“Try and get some sleep.” He whispers into your ear. “I promise I’ll keep you safe tonight.”

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She was his best friend and they shared everything together already anyway. What difference would it make if it were a hat, shampoo, or the same bed sometimes? So what? That's what the Uni Daze were about, having fun, traditions, getting serious, new relationships, friendships, heart ache, break-ups, make ups, secrets, the occasional/casual bajingo here and there, and possibly, just maybe, finding the love of your life and hoping that it all works out.

Warnings: smut, slow burn, angst, mentions of abortion, mentions of verbal abuse

Harry Styles x OC (Face claim Zendaya)

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Harry

My school day was absolutely long but it kept me busy and busy to me is a good thing. It keeps me balanced though I know Chelle would disagree since he keeps telling me as such over the phone.

"The only reason you think that trying to fit 72 hours in a 24 hour day is a balance is because of your parents. Just because they're work driven arseholes doesn't mean that you have to follow in their footsteps.”

"That's impossible to do, I don't work that much. My parent's aren't arsehole's they're just successful. Is that so wrong to want success?”

"It is when its your last year of uni and you're being a kill joy.”

"I said I would go out for drinks, Chelle. How is my compliance to something that I don't want to do being a kill joy?”

"Because you're not doing it with a smile. You've become boring. Your sex life and your regular life has turned about as vanilla as a middle aged man. We never had to beg you to come out last year or over the summer, Harrow. Think of it as a week of extended holidays. No one does anything the first week of classes anyway. It's all rules and instructions on how to prepare. We've been in uni for three years. We should know the jist of it by now.”

"But it's not summer anymore, Chelle and you know some professors like to give assignments in the first few days. We have two papers already in seminar for fucks sake.”

Michelle sighed in annoyance.

"Yeah, but, those aren't due for ages, Haz. Fun is due right now.”

"This is the year to pull your shit together. Everyone can't not study and get perfect marks like you. Sorry.”

"The phrase 'can't not' is a double edged sword.”

"What?" I spun around in my desk at work, handing a first year her keys. Its only the first day and she's already lost her keys and has to use her spare for a fifty pound charge. She looks nervous as well and her face is kind of red. She grins at me and says a shy 'thank you' before walking away, staring back at me and kind of tripping over her own feet on her way to the lift. I tried not to laugh, but honestly it was kind of funny.

"You know, a double edged sword? A double negative?You can't say 'can't not' next to each other in a sentence. It's repetitive of itself. You should be embarrassed. This is primary school stuff Harrow. Mr. “I have to take the UKCAT this year.”"

"Whatever Chelle! See? That's what I mean. I need a balance. I need to be able to be involved in school. I should have taken it more serious when we first started out.”

"You do realize balance means a good amount of your job, school work, AND a social life which includes parties and pubs and going out with your mates without a grumble?”

"I'm going out for drinks tonight! You're starting to piss me off."

"If the truth is anything it's annoying, Harry." I nodded my head and began to swivel around in my chair. I'd just gotten to work and had three and a half more hours to go. I'm glad I have a job and all but this one is fucking boring.

Speaking of truth.

"Do the boys know about your um...your new team?”

"No. Actually they don’t."

Oh.

“Oh?"

"Yeah, um, I was hoping that it was something that we could keep between me and you for now. Just until I can figure things out. I'd love to say that I'm for sure just this one thing. I know I said it this morning, but I'm still not sure, okay?”

"Yeah. Sure, of course." I stopped spinning in my seat and dizzying myself when I heard my manager's voice,"Look I've gotta go. I'm not supposed to be on the phone and my boss is coming.”

"Oh so there is some rebellion left in you? You're living on the edge now, Hazland. Why can't you use your phone? All you do is sit in a chair and answer phones and make people keys when they lock themselves out of their dorm.”

"Bye Michelle!" I quickly hung up the phone and stuck it into my pocket smiling awkwardly at Professor Forrester as he approached the front desk with someone else right next to him. She had on a Cambridge work shirt much like myself letting me know that I more than likely wouldn't be alone for the rest of my shift.

"Rion, this is Harry," Professor Forrester spoke to her before addressing me, "today is her first day here at the university and working. I told her that she would be in good hands if I left her here with you. Show her the ropes and maybe show her around campus when you're not at work? I've got to go," Professor Forrester turned to face the new girl before he nodded back at me, "any questions you have, ask him. He'll know all of the answers.”

She nodded her head up and down slowly before giving a shy grin and we were left alone as Forrester left the building.

“Hi."

“Hello."

"I'm Harry.”

She laughed to herself before nodding her head at me.

"So I was told. Nice to meet you.”

Rion, I think her name was, sat down in her seat next to mine after speaking back to me, lowering her rucksack down to the ground before pulling out a book. It was a good idea really. Maybe I should have brought one? I barely get the chance to read, especially living with Michelle. She always finds a way to interrupt, either that or my ADD kicks in, all the more reason for me to put in more effort at school. I took out my phone once I knew that Forrester was gone, but I really had nothing to do with it. I had no new text messages besides Michelle.

Chelle: Drinksssssss 🍻🍺🍺🍺🍻🍻🍻😉

I grinned before shaking my head and replying back to her, something just as stupid as she sent me.

To Chelle: Tortureeeeeeee😣🔫🍺😒

Chelle: Dramatic!

Ignoring her last text, I took out my earphones and turned up the music on my phone as I placed them in my ears. I suppose it was a bit loud because out of the corner of my eye I could see Rion scrunching her nose while she tried to read.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you.”

"No disturbance, I was just trying to figure the tune. Runaway?”

“Wh-what?"

She laughed before she pointed to the phone in my hand and repeated herself.

"Is that Runaway by Ed Sheeran?”

I nodded my head, not able to stop the stupid grin that cut across my face.

"You know Ed Sheeran that’s not on top 40?”

"Who doesn't? The man's a musical genius.”

She smiled at me before she turned back to her book, but I couldn't help but to keep talking to her.

"What school did you used to go to? Um, if you don't mind me asking…"

"Nope, don't mind at all. I used to go to Bristol Uni. How about yourself? Have you been at Cambridge all of your university career?”

I nodded my head and she looked impressed, but I'm sure she wouldn't be if she knew that I was a legacy and that I slacked off for the first three and a half years. Good thing that I'm getting my shit together now.

"Yeah, it’s alright here.”

"Just alright?”

"One of the best alrights I guess. Welcome to Cambridge and congratulations.”

"Thank you.”

I smiled at her and the conversation was on the verge of ending, but before I stuck my other ear bud in I paid closer attention to the book that she had in her hand.

"Scott Fitzgerald."

"Pardon?" Rion raised an eyebrow at me.

"That's F. Scott Fitzgerald.”

She raised her book showing me the spine, shocked that I hadn't seen the cover but still got the author right.

"You know F. Scott Fitzgerald?" She smiled at me while relaying my words back to me.

"Who doesn't? The man was a written genius. Not to mention that the book you're reading happens to be one of my favorites.”

She smiled again.

"Usually people only notice Fitzgerald if The Great Gatsby is involved." She turned her chair towards mine giving me a better view of her.

"Gatsby is a classic, but I think that The Curious Case of Benjamin Button has more character.”

We continued to talk and before I knew it the shift was over. No one else needed keys and the phone barely rung. I probably would have stayed beyond the time that I was supposed to get off talking and creating awkward conversation with Rion had it not been for Michelle's reminders:

Chelle: Tonight is gonna be fun 😊

Chelle: You're off work in 1⃣5⃣ min🎉🎊

Chelle: I'm gonna get you so fucked up!😝

Chelle: I'm excited 😬

To Chelle: No 💩. Too excited I reckon 😐

I laughed to myself as I gathered my things to leave the building, not fully believing that I allowed Michelle to talk me into drinking tonight, even though part of me knew that I wouldn't be able to break tradition. Rion put her book away, that she never really got into reading and followed behind me out the door and to the parking lot. She seemed cool from what I got to know about her in the amount of time that I did and since she's new, I figure that it wouldn't hurt to ask.

"Hey, a couple of my friends and I are getting together tonight to The Mill. Its a pub right up the road on Mill lane, if you're not busy, you should, um, you should come.”

"Mill pub? On a Monday?”

"Yeah, it's kind of a tradition that we started when we started here." I rub my shoulder as I wait for her answer. I don't know why I feel nervous about it but I do.

"It sounds like fun, but I shouldn’t, not tonight at least. I wouldn't be able to bear it if I missed class tomorrow because of a hangover, and I kind of also have plans.”

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make it like you didn't have anything else to do or-”

"No it's fine it's just... I have a date.”

"Right. Sorry again.”

"I'll see you around though I hope?”

"Yeah, I'll see you at work.”

Rion nodded her head while giving me a content smile before she got into her car and as she pulled off, she waved to me. I waved back but as soon as her car was out of sight, I slapped myself in the face with the palm of my hand. Maybe six months is too long to go without any type of real interaction with the opposite sex besides Michelle, but honestly she doesn't count...or maybe she counts for both now?

I cleared my head of my thoughts as I got into my car that I feel like I'm too tall for. Even with the seat pushed down as low as it can go, I still can feel the top of my head brush against the roofing of it. By now I'm sure I've saved up enough to get a new one. A new car could be my mini treat to myself for cutting myself off from a social life. The more that I think about the way that my conversation with Rion just ended the more that I start to agree with Michelle and the more excited I get for the night of boozy tradition.

As soon as eleven thirty-five hit, my phone rang. When I answered it Michelle's voice came through clear as if she were sitting here next to me in the car, even though background noise and music blares in the room around her.

"Everyone is here but you. Are you en route?”

"Everyone?" I ask her with skepticism in my tone. I would be shocked if everyone showed up.

"Yes everyone. Niall, Darragh, and Zayn. Everyone but you. Are you on your way?”

I don't know why I even asked her if everyone would be there. I knew that Louis wouldn't show even though it was him and Darragh who started this tradition..

"Yeah, I'm on my way. This should be fun.”

"That's the spirit I've been looking for Harrow. It sounds like you've had a change of heart since earlier.”

"Yeah, I think I've been looking at my textbooks too long and not at real people. One night won't kill me I suppose.”

"If one night is done right, then yes, yes it will. And what do you mean you don't see real people? I see you everyday.”

"You're not a real person, Michelle. I'm not quite sure what you are yet.”

"I think I might have an idea by now." Michelle said while chuckling on the other end of the line.

"And what would that be?”

"Getting lucky tonight. Get here soon and I can be your wing-lady.”

The pub was in the early stages of being crowded when I got there and I couldn't deny how excited I was to see the boys, Michelle included even though I saw her only just this morning. The last time that we were all together was in the middle of June, but after that we really hadn't had time to hang out. Everyone had gotten busy and into their own things. Besides keeping in touch over the phone occasionally, we haven't really talked that much either.

The first person that I saw when I got in was Niall. He sat next to Darragh with a cigarette hanging from his lips, patting down his jeans in search of a lighter no doubt. When we made eye contact, he stuck his arms out to the side with his fingers spread wide and a smile on his face. Darragh looked at him as if he lost his mind until he followed Niall's line of vision and then quickly stood from his seat.

"Harry! How are you lad? Drinks are on Liam so order the most expensive thing possible.”

I received two claps on the back from each of them when I reached the table and then a smack on my ass that made me jump and then turn around find the guilty culprit. I should have known who it was straight away.

"Chelle! That actually hurt.”

She laughed at my discomfort with some kind of frothy drink in her hand as I grabbed my bum cheek and rubbed it over my jeans.

"Probably because there's barely any meat there to cushion the blow.”

I shook my head at her and squinted my eyes before I responded, "It's not about what's back there, its all about what's in the front. Girls don't date me for my bum.”

“Well, according to you, girls don't date you at all, not recently at least.”

Niall and Darragh started to laugh and a stream of smoke came through Niall's nose reminding me of an angry bull from a cartoon before he took another drag from his cigarette, this time intentionally blowing a ring of smoke before sucking it back in through his nostrils. I probably could have strangled Michelle in that moment, but it was true. My mind goes back to Rion and work and I can feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"Mitch told us about your six month drought.”

"Stop calling me Mitch!”

Niall ignored Michelle's outburst before continuing, "She says you haven't gotten laid since your birthday.”

"Do you know what a penis fly catcher even looks like anymore?" Darragh added to Niall's teasing causing my nose to scrunch.

"Penis fly catcher?”

"Yeah, it's better than what you call it. What do you say again? Bajango?”

"No Darragh," Niall cuts in, "Django was a movie. He says bajingo. It makes sense to me.”

Michelle scrunches her nose in disgust and confusion at our conversation but doesn't say anything. Really though, what more could be added to this?

"It's not that big of a deal guys." I bring the conversation back to where it was before it drifted into a dark place so quickly. It can't be that bad. Can it? Perhaps it is? I don't even know at this point anymore.

"Oi leave him alone," Zayn chimed in as he walked up to the table with Liam with two beers in hand, passing me one before he sat down, "its alright Harry sex isn't everything...but six months is a long ass time. But enough about that. What has everyone been up to?”

It was almost like a show and tell as we went around the table talking about what we'd missed out on over the summer since we hadn't seen each other. Niall and Darragh went to Ibiza for the month of July staying in hostels and partying until all hours of the morning. Apparently Niall is in love with a girl he met there, but he doesn't remember her name so I don't know how accurate that is

Zayn spent a good amount of time in France with his girlfriend, sorry, fiancé. The fucker got engaged in France. Everyone thought that he and Daphne were gonna be a short lived thing since they met at a club and all, but people find love and fall in it in mysterious ways I guess. Michelle would be a prime example of that...but love is not involved with her apparently. A player not to be played anymore. I still have questions to ask her about that but I guess I'll have to wait until later since she doesn't want the guys to know that she's traded outies for innies. I could out her like she did me and my drought, but that's way more personal and I've decided that I'm not that much of an asshole, if I'm one at all that is.

Liam was arrested and his parents flipped out. For what I'm kind of scared to ask, but I'm sure it was something accidental. Sometimes I wonder how Liam even got into Cambridge, but I guess that they don't test for common sense, only book smarts.

When it got to Michelle's turn, she just talked about how she flew back home for a few weeks at the very start of summer to visit family and then came back here, but of course that's not anything that I didn't already know. When she came back was when I noticed all of the girlfriends that she had. It was odd to me because Michelle generally hated girls and hanging out with them, but then again, she obviously doesn't hate them that much.

When I told them that the most exciting part of my summer had been joining a book club for some work that I had to get ready to do for senior class, studying for the UKCAT that's not until the end of the school year, and sometimes coming here to Mill pub with Michelle I realized that what she said was true. My life had become vanilla, but I'm honestly kind of alright with it.

We continued to talk, share, laugh and drink until it was at least half three in the morning. I was waiting to see if Michelle was going to change her mind and let the lads know about her newfound liking but she kept it private between me and her the way that she said she would and it kind of made me smile. That along with the ridiculous amount of beer and shots consumed brought a goofy smile to my face by the end of the night.

By exactly three forty-five I was seeing double and couldn't drive home. Niall and Darragh had left to go back to their apartment that happened to be a few blocks down from ours, and Zayn and Liam stayed behind at the bar to drink deciding that they were too far gone now and might as well finish strong. They also decided that class tomorrow isn't important.

Michelle would have stayed behind with them I'm sure, but she has the tendency to be this odd motherly type when I get beyond the legal limit. I think she just likes to laugh at me because I start to say foolish things when my tongue loosens up in my mouth and my words slur. I tried to get up from the table discreetly so that I could walk home while Mitch, Zayn, and Liam continued to chat, but I knocked over a chair.

“Oh shit. I'm sorry bro." I chuckled to myself like an idiot as I picked up the chair earning the lads attention.

"Where are you going?" Michelle's eyes seemed to widen as she took in the state of me.

"Home. I've got class in the morrow-morning.”

"Do you honestly think that you're going to make it to class? Look at you, you can barely stand. My job is complete.” Michelle grins in triumph and I squint my eyes at her trying to figure out when she was going to tell me that she was a triplet.

"You're a horrible people and I don't know why we're friends." I think I was looking at her when I said it, but it could have very well been one of her sisters.

"Alright, and that's my cue. We'll see you later guys." Michelle spoke to Liam and Zayn as stood from the table, a little wobbly at best bus still in a better condition than I was in.

"You don't have to walk me home, Michelle. I'm not no kid.”

Michelle laughed as I stumbled, almost tripping on a crack in the pavement.

"Since I live there too I'm not technically walking you home. I'm walking home with you.”

I checked to see if my car was locked before we began our walk. The crisp early morning air sobered me up a bit, but I was still highly intoxicated and grinning.

"How was your first day of classes?" Michelle asked me breaking the silence of our trek back to our flat.

"Hmm, was okay. Good actually... I met this…met this girl.”

"You did? You were holding out on us at the pub! Who is it? Do I know who she is?”

"No, I don't think you do," I paused to hiccup hoping that was all that I had to do, "She's new here and you don't like girls. I mean, well, you know what I mean. You wouldn't know her.”

Michelle laughed while shaking her head.

“So it's a first year? I'm ashamed of you! I know you haven't dated in a while but that's sweeping the bottom of the barrel, Harrow.”

“No not a first year," hiccup "She's around my age, just new to Cambridge.”

“Oh," Michelle spoke putting her key in the door before she opened it "Where'd you meet her?”

“Work. I kind of asked her to come to the pub with me, but she said she had a date and I kind of sounded like a blubbering idiot when I asked her. I don't know.”

“Harry! You can't just invite people to come to the pub and we haven't met them yet! What if she was awful? Good thing she didn't come. That tradition is sacred for us. Whatever you said to her was probably fine. She just had other plans... Do you know why I've recently started calling you Harrow Harry?”

“Because it's one of the many odd nicknames you've created for me?”

“No. Harrow as in the adjective, it just so happens to fit with you. Har•row when used in verbal tense, means to cause distress to. You're causing unnecessary distress to yourself when you worry about things like the UKCAT and assignments that aren't due until the end of the year, and whatever you've said to this mystery bird that you've met at work. Fun. You used to be much less tense and more fun. You need to chill out and relax. You need to I don't know, get some maybe.”

I rolled my eyes before running my hand through my hair and walking into the kitchen, opening the cabinet in search of my favorite drunken snack, grabbing it when I found it and heading for my room. Quickly stripping off into my boxers, I fell against my bed before I turned on my television and got under the covers. I ate my snack in peace before Michelle knocked on my door twice and then let herself in.

"I could have been naked! you could at least wait for me to say come in.”

“Yeah well, its not like I've never seen a penis before and they're not really my main thing anymore you know?” Michelle climbed into bed with me, intruding while I tried to hide my snacks.

"What are you eating?”

“Nothing.” I slowed my chewing in hopes that she would lose interest.

"Harry I see them! Are those teddy grahams?”

“No!”

“They are! They're a snack for a five year old.”

“Teddy grahams don't have an age limit.”

“You should be embarrassed.” Chelle spoke before grabbing the box and taking a handful for herself, moving around too much for my drunken stomach to handle.

"Oohh these are nice. These are new sheets aren't they?”

"Chelle! Stop moving! Why are you in my room? Get out!”

“My room is too hot, so I've decided that we're going to have a sleepover. You get the better ventilation. You should trade with me.”

“What?”

“I'll sleep on the floor. It really is dreadful in my room.”

I sigh before I grab my pillows and comforter and toss them on the ground leaving Michelle the bed as I make my way to the floor.

“Aww Harry you're the sweetest, but I can really take the floor.”

“No, it's fine. Just don't do anything perverted while you're up there.”

“What like masturbate? I'm not you.”

I chuckled turning to face her from my position on the floor.

“Exactly, but if you do at least that I’m asleep first…Thats just common courtesy. ”

“Sure thing, Harlot. I can do that for you.” Michelle responded without pause causing me to chuckle before my head hit the pillow.

****

“ My head,” I groaned, waking up on the floor with my covers wrapped around me too tight much like a swaddling cloth. After successfully the blanket away from me in an attempt to escape confinement, I sat up slowly only to make the headache worse than it already was and add a new pain to the mix. “My back.”

I had almost forgotten that I slept on the floor to be nice and allowed Michelle to stay in my bed, but when I turned around to look at it I quickly discovered that she wasn't there. I could hear fumbling around in the kitchen and when I stood to follow the noise, the pounding in my head grew. When I reached the small space that we mostly use to microwave shitty food and store alcohol and juice, I saw that Michelle was fully dressed. I mean, well, if you can call an oversized sweater and tights with ladders down the legs in random places dressed then thats what she was.

“Morning, sunshine. How do you feel.”

“Like my head might explode all over the kitchen and I still have to get ready for class. Today is going to be long as shit,” my words slurred proving that there was still traces of alcohol in my bloodstream and when I swayed back and forth feeling as if I might lose my balance, I knew, “I'm still fucked.”

Michelle laughed at me before she flipped her pancake onto a plate and ran it back and forth below my nose. I snatched it from her and took a bite of the buttery breakfast cake without using the fork that she offered.

“Don't be such a savage, Haz. I'm not going to take the food from you after I've clearly been slaving over the oven for five whole minutes so that you could eat. Slow down, chew your food, and sit like a civilized human being. If you eat like that you're going to require the heimlich maneuver and unfortunately I don't know it. You'll turn blue and die in front of me on a Tuesday afternoon and that would put a slight damper on my day.”

“Afternoon?” I asked her while chewing around the pancake, “Afternoon?”

“Yes, Styles. Thats what I said.”

I put the plate that I was holding down on our small kitchen bench before I walked out into living room to squint at the only other clock that we had besides our cell phones, only to confirm what Chelle had just said. I rubbed my hands over my eyes hoping that it was just an illusion and what I'd seen was wrong because if it was the truth, I'd missed all of my morning classes for the day.

“Three eleven? It can't be three eleven! I had classes from nine until two!”

“And you slept through them like a baby.”

“Fuck! Michelle why didn't you wake me up? What's the point of having an Ultimate Alarm if it's not going to be used?”

“Harry, remember that little chat we had yesterday about distress and the use of your nickname? And in order for me to wake you up, I would have had to been up too. Even if I was, I wouldn't be using the Ultimate Alarm to save you with the splitting hangover that I had,” Michelle shakes her head in clear disgust before she continued, “too loud.”

My eyes widened as I looked at my friend, bewildered, annoyed, and somewhere deep down, somewhat amused. I waved my hand between the two of us before I gave up and ran it over my face exasperatedly. This is not how I intended to start the year off. My hand ascended from my face to sliding through my hair in distress, “Thats the point of the alarm, Michelle. It's supposed to be loud. It's supposed to wake you up.”

“Harry, calm down. When we got to sleep it was like seven in the morning anyway. I don't know how you expected to be up, awake, and alert in class. Don't you have like seven others that you can go to tonight? Over achiever.”

“If I shower now I can make it to my organic chemistry class.”

“Gross.”

I looked over to Michelle and frowned before I continued, “ Thanks for throwing me off by the way, making pancakes at three in the afternoon and making me think that it was morning.”

“Whatever time of day that you wake up is morning to me. I was feeling like pancakes, so I made pancakes. You didn't seem to mind them by the way that you were eating them a few minutes ago, arsehole.”

The mention of the food reminded me of how dry my throat was and how alcohol will leave your mouth feeling like you'd guzzled sand if you consume enough of it. I felt like a raisin.

“Do we have anymore orange juice?”

"No. Sorry I finished that all yesterday morning when you almost killed me and Alison with that damn fog horn.”

“Alison?” I smirked at Michelle before I started to tease. "Usually a player doesn't remember a conquests name.”

“You would know," she retorted back while squinting her eyes, “ you used to be one. But don't worry, Harry. I'll get so good at it that you won't ever catch one of them leaving the next morning ever again. I'll be like a black widow or is it a praying mantises that kill all other intimacy as soon as they've finished with them? I'll send them on their way so that I can sleep in my bed alone. It'll be like a switch.”

Michelle grinned as she spoke, silently approving her idea as I thought about how lonely it sounded. It actually saddened me. Michelle isn't the type that can handle being cold hearted and callous enough to kick people out of bed. After being in a monogamous relationship for three years, I could tell that she was the type who craved intimacy. She deserved it. What she just explained to me sounded like eventually it would take its toll on her and she would break down like she did before, substituting my shirt sleeves for tissues.

I keep my opinions to myself, not having enough time before my next class starts to really sit down with her and talk about them. If it's one thing that I cherish about Michelle and I's relationship is that we can literally almost talk about anything, if we had the proper amount of time to do so. I shake my head at her before I head down the hall, calling back to her.

“I never was a player, Mitch. I just wasn't steady in my relationships like you.”

"Whatever you say, Harold. Please go put on trousers…I don't want to see your moose knuckle.”

****

I'd made it to my chemistry lecture on time, and though I tried my hardest, it was extremely difficult to keep my eyes open. Even though I'd slept past all of my morning classes, I still didn't get the best rest from sleeping on the floor. Michelle was irritatingly right again. The only thing that was really mentioned today since it was still the very beginning of the school year, was instruction and what the professor expected from us as a class, so when my eyes closed momentarily as I sat at the back of the room, I didn't feel so bad. Before I knew it the lecture was over and I was rustled awake my the movement of students as they gathered their bags to leave the room.

"You've got a bit of dribble there." A familiar voice laughed as I stepped out of the classroom I wiped my mouth sheepishly before smiling at her.

“Rion, hi how are you?”

“I'm good. Getting around campus well enough, but how are you? You look pretty worn out and its only the second official day of the school year. Did your tradition get the best of you last night? You've got imprint marks from your sweater on your face.”

My hand went to the side of my face that she pointed out, the imprints from my clothing giving away my previous position before I flashed her a quick grin and responded ,Um, uh yeah kind of. I may or may not have missed all of my classes this morning. Mitch didn't wake me up, bad influence I guess.”

“Mitch?”

"Oh, um sh- Mitch is just...Mitch is my roommate." I explained in a panic I didn't want to scare her off with the details. I think I might actually have a chance with Rion, if I don't put my foot in my mouth that is.

“Oh I see.”

Rion smiled at me and I didn't even realize that we've been walking and talking this entire time. Conversation flows easily with her even though I stumble over my words. I feel like I'm just remembering how to talk to the opposite sex besides Michelle and feel kind of pathetic, but Rion doesn't seem to mind as she continues to smile laugh and start on new topics of conversation.

“So how long were you out for?”

“I didn't go to sleep until seven this morning and my head was pounding when I woke up. I really have no one to blame but myself. I told my friends that I would only have one drink and ended the night on my ass. I still have to go back to the pub and get my car, because I had to end up walking home. How I got to the right apartment on the first try is a mystery to me.”

Rion giggled in a cute way before tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear allowing me to see her features more. Her neck was slender and long, connecting to her shoulders delicately. She had a small tattoo that looked to be a ballet flat behind her left ear. Those tattoos placed just there always seemed like they might hurt, like they deserved to be kissed better even though the ache from the needle has been long gone. I could envision my lips on just that spot. I must have glanced at her just a bit longer than I should have causing a rosy hue to make its presence known on her cheeks. It made me smile before I quickly changed the subject this time, not wanting her to think that I was rude or weird for staring.

"How did your date go?"

She took deep breath before deciding if she wanted give a response or not and we ended up in the courtyard right before the student parking lot.

"It came and went, I suppose. Nothing really interesting to report. It sounds like I would have had more fun if I had taken the offer to go out for drinks with you. I'm usually not really big on drinking on the weekdays, but after that date I honestly might have taken a shot or four."

I smiled, selfishly happy that she didn't have a good time. I want to ask her out, but I feel like its too damn soon. I only met her yesterday anyway. Maybe its a good thing that she turned me down. When the time is right to ask her I'm sure I'll know. Hopefully I will.

"I'm sorry it didn't go as planned. Someone should take you out and show you a good time."

"Yeah, hopefully someone will sooner rather than later."

I think the emphasis that she put on the word someone was aimed at me, but I could be wrong. I don't know what else to say so I cap the conversation off with a , "Yeah" and mentally slap myself in the face before I grin awkwardly at her. I look around the parking lot as we come up to a white Toyota and she takes her keys out signaling that the tiny car is hers.

"Oh, well I'll let you go and get on with the rest of your day. Good seeing you."

"Okay, yeah." She responds quietly before she puts the key in the lock to open the door.

This has to be the most awkward I've felt in a while. I radiate awkward and though I don't want to believe it's because of what Michelle and the boys said, I'm kind of starting to think that they might be right myself.

"Wait, Harry?"

"Yes?" I turn my head to look over my shoulder before turning around to face her.

"I can take you to go get your car if you'd like. It looks like it might rain and it would suck if you were to get all wet."

All wet. I blush at her word choice and from that point on I know. Michelle, Niall, and Darragh were right.

"No. No its okay. You don't have to and I mean, don't you have other classes?"

She shakes her head and then opens her other car door, "I'm done for the day. Really I don't have a problem taking you. Get in."

I walk back towards her, thanking her and then giving her directions to the pub from the main campus. When we pull up, sure enough my car is there. Along with a ticket taped to the window for leaving it in the lot overnight. I sigh and rub my hands over my eyes before I get out and thank Rion again. Just as she's about to pull off, I call her name causing her to stop the car and reverse.

"Yes?" She looks at me eagerly with her eyes slightly widened and and traces of a grin on her face. I scratched my head out of embarrassment before I speak while pointing to the passenger side of the car.

"I left my book bag in your car."

"Oh, sorry. Here you go." The grin falls as she unlocks her car door so that I can get my bookbag. This time when she pulls off, I wave an awkward goodbye to her before getting in my car, knocking my head against the steering wheel in defeat causing the horn to honk.

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Honey extra - The Sex Playlist + a little scene

Elide Lochan x Lorcan Salvaterre roommates au

A/N: I posted part five on the same day acosf was released, so if you didn’t see it, go read it, cause it’s.. long and it took me years to finish and I saw it didn’t get the same attention the previous parts did, and yeah

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this takes place somewhere between part five and six

Elide was one of the few lucky girls whose period was never too bothersome. The pain was always very bearable and only lasted a few hours, and most of the time, it wasn't even a real pain, just a slight pressure in the lower abdomen. She could go about her day without having to stop every few minutes because of a cramp - unlike Aelin, who died every month as if someone was stabbing her in the guts.

She also didn't have a heavy flow, which she would always thank the gods for, if they existed. She couldn't understand how her friends could put up with such misfortune.

Not that they could do otherwise, of course, but she was always in awe when they told her about their period-catastrophes. She knew that if it were her turn to suffer like that every time, she would rip her uterus out of her belly.

And at that moment, lying in a fetal position on Lorcan's bed, she wasn't entirely sure she'd be able to keep from doing it herself before the cramping stopped. Because for some strange reason, her body had decided to turn against her this month.

The last two weeks had gone by in the blink of an eye, she and Lorcan had fucked on every surface in the house and between work and classes and studying, Elide had gotten very little sleep. Considering also that every time she lay down, her boyfriend would slip in behind her and she couldn't say no to herself, to that pleasure so exhaustive and ecstatic, it made her forget that her body needed rest.

It had taken Lorcan to remind her that they couldn't go on like this.

So when she'd found a bloodstain in her underwear the previous night, just before going to bed after her shift at the diner, she hadn't worried so much and had thought that they'd finally take a few days off and maybe her body would calm down.

Elide wasn't a fan of period sex and the few times she'd done it she'd been so grossed out that she'd risked barfing in the middle of it. It simply wasn't for her.

What she hadn't expected though, had been cramps so strong they had pulled her from sleep in the middle of the night. Elide had gotten up and gone to the bathroom because she'd started moving around too much and didn't want to wake up the boy sleeping blissfully next to her. She had started pacing the living room, trying to figure out what the fuck she was in such pain for.

When it felt like someone had stuck both hands in her uterus and was digging their nails into her ovaries, Elide had knelt on the floor by the couch, leaning forward with her fists pressed against her stomach.

Lorcan had found her in that position around half past four.

To say he'd been scared out of his wits would be an understatement.

He'd thrown himself to the floor beside her almost immediately, all traces of weariness gone the second he'd heard her whimper in pain and seen that Elide was biting her lower lip so hard it was drawing blood.

When they had established that it was just her cycle, Lorcan had taken her back to his bed and now they were both lying between the soft blankets she had given him.

They had both been puzzled by this new symptom. After all, Lorcan had never seen her suffer from her period in all the years they had lived together and neither of them had expected it to be any different this time.

Elide had had to joke that it was the fault of his huge cock that had literally stabbed her in the uterus, and Lorcan had apologised in earnest, looking at her with wide eyes and pulling away a little, as if he really felt guilty. She had burst out laughing and then pulled him to her again, taking one of his arms and putting it around her body so that his big hand covered her belly.

He'd started moving his fingers over her lower abdomen, applying pressure from time to time when she seemed to tense up due to a cramp. It helped, somehow, to have him there to massage her. To hold her to his chest as they cuddled.

Now, Elide kept her eyes closed, his head resting on top of hers as they both dozed. Or at least she thought so, because Lorcan spoke, his rough, low voice too close to her ear, "How do you feel?"

She sighed, pulling her knees up slightly. His legs immediately followed her, as if they couldn't bear to be away from her body. She smiled, "A little better." then yawned, "I guess it's the fact that I was already tired as it is, what with university and all."

Lorcan hummed behing her, "I see," then he moved, pulling away only briefly, "maybe we should take it slower, with everything I mean."

Elide nodded slowly. She turned her head towards him, still with her eyes closed, but pursed her lips forward, silently inviting him to kiss her. He chuckled, but a second later their mouths clashed in a simple peck on the lips.

The music playing from the speakers suddenly changed from the sweet melody of a love song to something quite different.

"Cause I eat up for a while, let me through. The shake, the screaming aloud, I'ma fool. In my face you shake, leaking everywhere."

Elide's eyes went wide, "Lorcan!" she let go a surprised chuckle, "What is this?" she turned to him fully and could finally see the satisfied smirk on his face.

"It's a playlist I made yesterday," he then lowered his voice an octave, looking at her lips, "For when we can take the time to think about music instead of jumping right into it," he murmured.

Elide swallowed, nodding slowly, continuing to listen to the song.

Definitely very different from what he normally provided her with.

"I like it," she continued, then draped her arms underneath his, resting her head against his chest as he pulled her close to him and lay on his back, making her lie completely on top of him, "our sex playlist." she smiled, playing with the ends of his hair.

Lorcan hummed again and Elide felt it throughout her whole body when he said, "I called it 'elide'."

She had to force herself to calm the hot spirits that that new information had triggered in her body, but she was glad to know that he wouldn't be able to use that playlist with other people, considering it bore her name.

"I like it even more now," she confessed under her breath.

His arms tightened around her back and then his hands began to rub her lower back, where he knew she was feeling the most pain. Elide fell silent, enjoying his warm hands on her skin, and only had time to thank him before sleep beckoned her again.

The playlists

01.02

1. The Fixer – Brent Morgan

2. Why iii Love The Moon – PHONY PPL

3. Couch Potato – Jakubi

4. Anyway – Noah Kahan

5. comethru – Jeremy Zucker

6. Why Not Me – Forrest.

7. Loving – Surfaces

8. always, i’ll care – Jeremy Zucker

9. Like Strangers Do – AJ Mitchell

10. Yellow Lights – Harry Hudson

11. Glue Myself Shut – Noah Kahan

12. Colour Me – Juke Ross

13. Lovesong (The Way) – Charlie Burg

14. Lucky Love – Michael Seyer

15. Freak In Me – Mild Orange

elide

1. Skin – Rihanna

2. Do It For Me – Rosefield

3. Body Party – Ciara

4. When We – Tank

5. Rockstar – Rihanna

6. F***in Wit Me – Tank

7. On Top – Trey Songz

8. Acquainted – The Weeknd

9. Freaky – Gemaine

10. Make You Feel – Alina Baraz

11. First Fuck - 6LACK & Jhené Aiko

12. Young God - Halsey

13. How Many Times – DJ Khaled

14. Fuck You All The Time – Jeremih

18.02

1. I Don't Know Me Like You Do – Low Hum

2. I Don't Wanna Be Okay Without You – Charlie Burg

3. Why Can't I Have You – Gloria Laing

4. If I Go, I'm Goin – Gregory Alan Isakov

5. Let Me In – Skinny Living

6. Reason To Hate You – Rhys Lewis

7. Be Your Man – Rhys Lewis

8. Yours – Jake Scott

9. Loved Us More – Munn

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