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novacorpsrecruit · 13 days

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Hi a quick lil read: I did a poll the other day because I was thinking of creating Steddie fic recs and so I decided I’m gonna do 5-10 fic recs a post based on some sort of theme and here’s the first installment! Please feel free to ask for themes, I can’t promise I’ll fulfill them but I’ll do my best.

Theme: my favorite fucking idiots

single / taken / pining by 96tears (Ao3) @pizzaqueen (tumblr)

T | wc 4,435 | no cw

Summary: When a girl Steve’s trying to flirt with starts flirting with Eddie, Steve says the only thing that comes to mind: he tells her Eddie’s married. It’s not his smoothest moment, but it works, and Eddie goes along with it. It's not like Eddie was interested, anyway, and he figures Steve wanted the ladies to himself. So, Steve figures that must be it, too.

But a little later it hits him: he doesn’t want to keep the ladies to himself. He wants to keep Eddie to himself.

Ugh!!! I love it when the dumbasses don’t understand why they’re jealous, or that they’re jealous in the first place. Post season 4, Steve and Eddie work at Family Video and the Arcade respectfully, and come and bug each other during slow times. Steve gets a little jealous when a girl starts hitting on Eddie.

‘cause tramps like us, baby, we were born to run by stellapoint (pettifogger) (ao3) @heybluechild (tumblr)

T | wc 9,308 | no cw

Summary: Realization #1: Steve is wearing a costume. He’s dressed as Springsteen on the cover of Born In The U.S.A. The album cover is staring at Eddie from the stack of records by the speakers, and he flicks his eyes between the cover and Steve, almost laughing at how obvious the resemblance is.

Immediately after that, revelations two and three slam into him like an eighteen-wheeler.

#2: Bruce Springsteen is kind of hot.

#3: Steve Harrington is really hot.

A fourth and much louder thought echoes through Eddie’s brain: oh, shit.

(Many months ago, I wrote a tumblr post about Steve Harrington being a Bruce Springsteen enjoyer. This fic is about that.)

Takes place after season 4, Eddie and Steve are friend. Eddie’s love language is music. He’s a bit of a music snob, and doesn’t understand why Steve wants him to like his music. It takes a moment for it to click to Eddie what’s really going on. I love Eddie but sometimes you want to shake him like a snowglobe and oh my god, I’m shaking him so hard.

wasted crying by MixAddams (Ao3) @mixsethaddams (tumblr)

T | wc 6,471 | cw ow (light angst)

Summary: Steve just wants a buddy.

So why does it hurt so much when Eddie introduces everyone to his new girlfriend?

There’s a happy ending I swear! You’ll just want to bundle Steve up in a few blankets first. Post season 4, Eddie gets a girlfriend, and Steve is not jealous. Not at all. He just … misses being in the honeymoon phase of dating? No that can’t be right… is it? There’s a lot of good heartaches in this fic. I do want to share one of my favorite lines:

“I think so. Stuff like this is supposed to scare you, I think,” said Eddie. “It’s supposed to feel….”

Eddie took a breath and Steve watched his eyes move around as he searched for the words. Steve thought he might wait forever for him to find them.

“It’s supposed to feel like a leap, right?”

I can be pretty (why don’t you think I’m pretty?) by starsdontsleep (ao3)

T | wc 8,942 | no cw

Summary: When Eddie comes out as gay, he assures Steve that he doesn’t find him hot. Steve tells him it’s fine, he even teasingly asks what he should do to change that. It becomes a thing. A way to always make Eddie laugh, blush and relax around him—but as the days and weeks pass, Steve begins to realise that maybe there’s another reason why he cares so much that Eddie Munson finds him pretty.

Remember when I said I’m shaking Eddie like a snowglobe? I’m shaking Steve now. Steve, please tell me why you think you want Eddie to think you’re pretty? Why do you need to know what Eddie’s type? Steve’s only worried that Eddie doesn’t fully trust him with his sexuality. So Steve works to be the best ally… and definitely does not fall in love with his friend along the way.

clown music at the disco by fragilecapricorn (ao3) @fragilecapric0rnn (tumblr)

M | wc 3,717 | no cw

Summary: “What the fuck are you doing here?” He nearly squawked, meaning for it to come out anyway other than that. The man turned around, and here he was. In a stare down with ghostly pale Steve Harrington, who was not only supposed to be straight, but was also in a MESH TANK TOP at Frankie’s on a Wednesday night.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He pauses, glancing around the room, small voice. “It’s disco night.”

Post Season 4, Eddie, Robin and Steve move to the Chicago. Eddie has a new habit of going to the bar on gay disco night, finding another brunette ex-jock to fill the Steve shaped hole in his heart. Until he runs into said brunette ex-jock at the same gay bar on disco night. 10/10 no notes I’ve read this like 5 times.

of all the gin joints by genesisofrhythm (Ao3)

e | wc 4,016 | cw: they fuck | spice level: I read this at my work desk in between meetings

Summary: “So, do you come here often?”

Steve choked at the familiar voice, turning abruptly. “Munson?”

“What’re you doing here?” Eddie asked, his mouth gaping open as he looked over at Steve.

Steve was surprised to see Eddie here as well. What were the odds of them both driving out of Hawkins to come to the same gay bar?

Or: Steve goes to a gay bar to support Robin, when he sees Eddie Munson. He can't tell Eddie the real reason he's there without outing Robin so he tells him he's bisexual. But Steve's totally straight... right?

Steve [Evan Buckley voice]: “I’m an ally ✊”

This is a fun fic, definitely Steve Harrington speed running a sexuality crisis. Good for him. (also I have a soft spot for fics that use fob lyrics as a title, forehead kisses for that)

Exactly What It Looks Like - BilbosMom (Ao3) @bilbosmom-belladonna (tumblr)

E | wc 31,517 | cw | spice level: I should not have read this at my desk 😳🥵

Summary: Steve makes a face at Eddie. “You've imagined doing stuff with a guy?”

“Yeah, man,” Eddie replies, spreading his hands wide. “Doesn't everyone?”

Steve tilts his head to the side as he thinks. Maybe not very often, but his freshman year when Davey Riggs had been swim team captain? Yeah, he had definitely imagined some stuff that had made trips to the locker room kinda awkward.

“Yeah, that's true,” Steve answers, nodding. “I wonder why everybody acts like it's so gross, though.”

In the summer of 1986, Steve and Eddie have some perfectly normal fun between a couple of perfectly normal dudes.

I’m honestly insane over this. Like, I’m going to be thinking about this for a long time. Post-Season 4, Eddie and Steve find themselves watching porn together. And it’s not weird at all if you jerk off next to your new best friend. And maybe it becomes a habit. And helping them out every once in a while isn’t weird. And maybe sucking his cock isn’t weird. Or fucking his thighs —

Please remember to leave kudos and comments on the fics you read/enjoyed! Support your writers 🖤

#steddie #steddie fic rec #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #novacorpsrecruit fic recs #fic recs #long post #if you’re the writer and I missed your tumblr please feel free to let me know!!!!#please feel free to request themes !!

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celestiaras · 2 months

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‧₊˚✧ ❛[ the tyrant’s little princess ]❜

ft. vantacrow bringer & f! reader’s daughter (& vanta x f! reader) — krisis, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ vanta being a girl dad┊0.9k words

contains: childbirth & mentions of complications at the beginning, fluff, fluff, fluff, it’s tooth-rotting fluff, established relationship (married), vanta lore

➤ author's note: vanta is such a green flag, there is nothing more attractive than a man who is respectful & good with children so i wrote this very spontaneously within the span of a few hours┊clips of vanta loving kids (here), (here)

girl dad! vantacrow bringer who is more distressed than you are while in labor. it’s actually hysterical to see the intimidating tyrant sweating bullets as he holds your hand and is freaking out, leading to you needing to pat his hand is assure him that everything would go smoothly even though you were the one pushing a human out of you. if anything turned out to be abnormal or a complication happened in the process, no matter how minor, he would pass out on the spot and some of the nurses would have to tend to him for the moment. it’s definitely his most vulnerable moment in public, but could he be blamed when his wife was giving birth to his baby girl??

girl dad! vantacrow bringer whose heart swells with emotions he’s never felt before in his life when the doctor gently places his newborn child in a swaddle of soft cloth in his arms, shaking slightly when he pulls back the fabric slightly to look at her face. she has the same royal violet eyes as he does, your hair color on her thin locks, and his gummy smile beaming at him with a little giggle. he tears up when her fragile little hand sticks out to grip his index finger, the cutest thing in the world that’s so soft and tiny in comparison to him. an overwhelming sense of protectiveness washed over him, even stronger than the day he joined the facility of heroes.his parents must have been psychopaths not to attend his own birth, this was one of the best moments of his life!

girl dad! vantacrow bringer who is inseparable from the two of you for the first few months, staying by your side through your recovery and doing everything he could to care for the little one. he’s so thankful that his team was willing to cover for him while he was at home doing domestic chores, promising them that he’ll be back soon once he figures out how to balance his work and home life. it took a while to get used to all of the responsibilities that come with fatherhood, but he’s a quick learner with the burning desire to be the best dad and the best husband ever!

girl dad! vantacrow bringer who feels his heart shatter to a million pieces every time he hears his girl crying, knowing that it’s normal for babies to cry and that it’s precisely what they are most known for, but he can’t help but panic if she so much as sniffles. he only wants her days to be filled with laughter, so you can bet that he absolutely spoils her— buying her whatever toys or clothes she wants, installing an entire playground in the backyard, and indulging her in whatever she wants. you’ll need to step in and help him learn how to say no to her before she grows up to be entitled and spoiled, and while it’s a difficult habit to break since he’s weak to her puppy eyes, he gets there eventually and understands moderation for her wants.

girl dad! vantacrow bringer who lets his little girl put his short hair in pigtails with those painful mini elastic ties and dress him up in frilly outfits, making him sit down with her at a table and chair that was comically small for him with all of her stuffed animals to play tea time. he’s learned to how to do things like apply kids nail polish and makeup (unless you taught him how to do that already with the real stuff) and to play dolls with appropriate scenarios in mind (because sometimes he gets carried away and has to resist the urge to swear multiple times). he even sits down on the couch to watch silly cartoons with her as bonding time, but something about peppa pig makes him ball up his fit and insist on watching literally anything else. overhearing him trying to compromise with a four-year-old over a television show is a more common occurrence than he would like to admit, something you commonly tease him about.

girl dad! vantacrow bringer who isn’t the type of dad to aggressively go against any boy who shows interest in his daughter, but he’s definitely very protective over her and it applies to anyone who goes near her. as the loved ones of a hero, both of you are at constant risk of getting held hostage by villains or worse. he can never be sure about who truly has her best interest in mind or who is just trying to use her to pray for his downfall. it sometimes causes arguments in her older years because she feels like his rules can be too suffocating, but she understands in the end that he’s just looking out for her.

girl dad! vantacrow bringer who looks at the two of you, the most important women in his life, and feels so full of love. getting here was something he always wished for, but was never sure if he was cut out for it. his parents were never around for his entire life because they felt they weren’t worthy of his presence, leaving the tyrannical dictator to always fend for himself his entire life. as a result, he was always lonely until he met you and the other heroes who filled the hole in his heart, and with his darling daughter, the feeling is cemented as he vows to always be around for this family that he has created no matter what happens.

#📜. her works #vantacrow bringer #vantacrow bringer x reader #nijisanji #nijisanji x reader #krisis #krisis x reader

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myymi · 1 year

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I want more about tails getting spoiled by his siblings PLEASE

sonic&shadow spoil him the most out of the four of them.

sonic because he knows how rough tails's life has been and he wants to make the rest it amazing because he deserves it

shadow because tails reminds him of a certain little girl he used to take care of </3

tails is a very touchy kid. he wants to homd hands, hug, snuggle, anything 24/7 and his siblings have just accepted their fates

amy goes out of her way to hug him. any chance she gets when they see each other, it's practically on sight with them n they battle to see who can squeeze harder (amy can, tho not by that much)

sonic's chill with all the hugging n stuff, but never initiates it himself unless tails really needs a hug from his big bro (he's more than happy to ruffle his bangs or give him a noogie tho :] that's his right as a big bro)

knuckles allows tails to climb around him like he's a fuckin jungle gym or smthn djdbsjns he also carries tails like a baby when he gets tired (he swears he's not soft)

shadow actually really enjoys tails's hugs n whatnot (cough maria cough) but he will never initiate it himself, he does pat tails's head when he wants to show he's proud of him for fixing omega or the dark rider

though sonic was very adament abt the amount of mints tails is allowed to have in a day, amy does not give a fuck

when tails is over at her house for binding time, she's making that kid every mint flavored treat she can think of/has ingredients for and you best believe that lil guy eats just about all of them (he leaves some for his big sister <3)

shadow let's him ride the dark rider with him, but he has to wear a helmet when he does

(tails argues that he's been through plenty of plane crashes and is perfectly okay, shadow says he's going to install safety gear in the tornado if the fox doesn't zip it)

due to the fact he thinks it isn't important, whenever tails actually falls asleep everyone does whatever they can to make sure he stays asleep

sonic'll either sit next to him or pull him on his chest because his heartbeat has always helped tails with sleeping (+a few other things, idk tails just really likes hearing his brother's heartbeat) if tails does stir at all, he'll rub the back of his ears to send him back to dreamland :]

since warmer areas tend to help keep the kit sleepin, amy'll grab a heater and point it at the fox to keep him nice and toasty <;3 stay asleep you little fuck

knuckles is gone, left to grab a blanket, a stuffed animal (even thought they're for BABIES (they're not, but tails is vry adament even though he keeps every single one he's given)), and any other one of tails's comfort items that are in a close proximity

shadow's putting headphones over his ears and turning on some white noise that is anything but a storm (or.. attempting. tails's ears are so big, it doesn't quite fit correctly)

ALL of them enforce work breaks and tails is not happy about it

he expected it from sonic and amy because they preach about how taking breaks is good for your mind, also you kinda need to eat to stay alive, and blah, blah, blah..

knuckles originally caught him off guard, but it made more sense once he started his whole "a strong warrior needs the proper rest" speech

he cannot for the life of him figure out why shadow of all people enforces it "you're no use if you work yourself to death" he says, but tails just knows that fucker is hiding something

(it takes him a while to understand people care about him so just.. give it a bit, it'll set it eventually)

god forbid tails says something even slightly self-deprecating because he'll get 4 different talks about how he's literally the coolest person ever, or he shouldn't push himself so hard, or he's doing the best he can and that's more than enough, or that he's just a kid who's given unrealistic expectations from society and he shouldn't force himself to live up to it, and yadda yadda

during autumn, they all burrow together because tails brought up the fact they were all burrowing animals and thought it'd be a cool bonding experience for the five of them (it happens yearly. way past cool, sonic approved typa thing)

he gets SO many cuddles when there's a lightning storm djdbsjns

they all let him go on his tech rambles for hours because they love seeing him be so happy and passionate abt something, also it's adorable how his tails wag so hard he lifts himself off the ground (his siblings usually have to hold his hand so he doesn't go too high)

if he's feeling lazy, amy'll carry him around ("he can walk, ames" "but he doesn't want to! sue me for keeping our little brother happy!")

these are all the ones i can think of atm, i just woke up so sorry if you were wanting more 😭

i can totally add on later if you want !! :]

#his siblings spoil him practically every chance they get #they love their lil guy so much #in return: tails spoils them with any upgrades/gizmos they want #he builds with little to no questions asked #miles tails prower #tails the fox #sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic #knuckles the echidna #amy rose #shadow the hedgehog #shadow the ultimate lifeform #myyhcs

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ilkkawhat · 9 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 🤍

aw 🥺 thanks for sending this to me

Half Past Midnight: My first fic I wrote after a...idk how many years it was hiatus, right at the start of me falling back in love with CSI again and creating things for it; I took such a deep dive into Nick's head and part of what I did in writing this was watching only Nick's parts on a loop, in the dark, with headphones on and I distinctly remember a point where it really got to me and I gasped for air and spooked my dog (don't worry he was okay just startled lol) It was also the first fic I started playing around and including my own headcanons in there

Last Breath: I just...have a lot of good memories from writing this fic. It was probably the most interactive, like I would go so far as to say it was almost even like a collaboration because so many people pitched ideas (the idea for the fic as a whole was straight up handed to me on a silver platter) and made the fic better for it, and I also really got to know my Stokes children OCs in doing this fic--I did do a handful of fics for them before this, but I feel like I really hammered down who they were and it won't be the last fic on this list but I do also have the sequel (First Flight) to use as a chance to cover things I missed in the first one and explore more universe altering headcanons. It was also my first like, longer fic at around 64k word count wise, and right now my longest completed fic lol

Atrophy: I swear this list I'm just going off of fics that I have distinct memories of attachment to; this one I started writing on my way to a wedding and brought back an OC I created back when I was a teenager. After the wedding I had to go to this university for a class paid for by my job and I spent the car rides there and back brainstorming, and even writing in between classes (and if I recall...even during class at some points shh.) Its sequel Agony is uh, giving me some challenges and I regret a lot of things like maybe pushing it out so fast and then losing steam and wishing I did some things different/toned it down, but Atrophy I still feel mostly good about (though man imagine if I went as hard on it as I am with Agony as long and drawn out as it is lol) and the ficverse as a whole is definitely a favorite of mine

For Your Viewing Pleasure: Surprise, another Grave Danger fic. I wrote this during a pretty rough time and just remember being proud of myself for doing it, and wrote it all within a week and the ideas and words just kept...flowing. It felt like I was truly in my element when I wrote it and helped me remember why I love writing so much.

Specimen Stokes: God I know this fic also went off the rails like Agony did where I worry it became like...too much and should have held back a little (no pun intended) but I will never forget the day I ran out of work to go start writing a one shot in response to an anon who I don't even think technically asked for it as a fic, it was like "choose between these scenarios" and as I started to think about it I just...couldn't help myself. Like Atrophy I have sequels in mind and all sorts of things I want to do and I swear I actually have the rest of this fic installment planned out it's just...writing it lol. And taking the plunge into making it sci-fi and twisting the characters in the AU has been a blast and I feel like a great amount of my creativity has shown through in this fic, the edits and stuff I made for it, and the ideas I have coming up.

#i know i'm not really on here anymore and haven't even created much since what. april?#for sure I haven't really giffed. maybe made an icon or two #but i have been writting little bits and pieces here and there and recently had a dream that inspired yet another fic #that i'll probably never write/finish but i think I might combine it with another WIP and if it is ever done...the angst man #i just wanna make things again and feel good about it #though i guess writing so much about my fics has to be worth something in regards to that...right?

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violetrainbow412-blog · 2 years

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A couple of curious cousins [E. M]

Eddie Munson x Tozier!reader

Warnings: Eddie has scars (and he's fucking sexy) ptsd basically on everyone's part, mention of death, a bit of angst, both sets of friends are so cute and I think that's all

word count: 8k

A/N: first, I need to apologize because I haven't touched tumblr in MONTHS. college and work were (one of them still) killing me, and for emotional reasons I just couldn't write. But during this period I watched both chapters of IT and thought, why not a crossover? There's a bit (just a pinch) of Blyer and Reddie in here, but I tried to keep it all focused on Ed. I hope you like this, it's obviously a crazy invention that I don't quite like but I'd rather it not end up in the trash Thanks for reading, tell me your opinion in a comment if you want<3

“Do you want to go to the movies next week? There's going to be a movie about robots and stuff coming out,” Lucas suggested, looking around at all of his friends.

A year had passed since the horrific events of the near destruction of Hawkins and the party were just adjusting to normal life again. Of all of them, perhaps the most affected (physically) was Max, since she still had a limp on one leg and needed glasses to see well, but with everyone's support, she had coped. The emotional aftermath, on the other hand, had hit everyone equally. Some still had nightmares and scars, but luckily no one had died. That was too much to say.

So now that they had finally gotten used to a slower pace of life and the emotional barriers between the group had broken down, they had all decided to go to the lake for a while to rest and celebrate the end of another school year. They were sitting on soft blankets, eating sandwiches Joyce had made for them and sent with her son.

"I can't, I'll have visitors," Mike snorted. Now that he and Eleven had decided to take a break from their relationship, his friendship with Will had grown stronger, even to the point of asking for an apology for all the times he had been a jerk to him. It really had been a year of ups and downs and many things had changed. They had done it themselves.

"What kind of visits?" Dustin asked, raising his eyebrows curiously.

"My cousins. They're from Maine and Mom invited them to spend a few weeks here, but I think they'll bring some friends and stuff. I don't know, I just know that there will be tremendously hateful people in my house and I'm already suffering because of that,” the black-haired man complained.

“Maybe it's not so bad,” Will said, shrugging, always trying to find the best part of everything.

"It will be, Richie is the worst you can imagine and surely his friends will be the same" he snorted, while the others laughed a little. Everyone knew that Mike was the biggest complainer in the group.

“And will you introduce them to us?” questioned Lucas, who was sitting next to Max and sharing a bag of chips with her “We'll be bored as hell this summer, even if they're obnoxious I want to meet them. Maybe there's even a pretty girl."

"That she probably won't listen to you," Max sneered, knowing that Lucas was only saying it to annoy her.

"Maybe we can make some new friends," Eleven murmured, as soft and kind as ever.

"That's a good idea, they might even like dungeons and dragons" added Will and followed by a general groan.

"If you want to talk for hours about nerdy things, you have Eddie," Dustin said with amusement.

"I'm kidding, calm down" clarified the young man. Will had also changed, in many ways, for now that the threats of the Upside down were gone (at least for a while) he was more relaxed and cheerful. Plus, he had finally grown his hair out and gotten a cut that Mike had suggested which definitely flattered him.

They continued to talk about more trivial matters, and the matter of the visit to the Wheeler house was almost forgotten. That was until a couple of days later Mike gave the fateful news that people were already installed in his house.

“The boy brought half of his classmates! I swear, they're like 6 and they're all chaotic” he complained to the Byers-Hopper siblings, who eventually told someone else until the whole world found out. Including the older ones in the group, who were already laughing about it.

"More kids to look after, huh, Harrington?" Eddie had said when he found out, while he was at it he had played Family video on his break at the auto shop to steal some of his friends' lunch.

"I truly believe that life is sending you those children you love so much through teenagers," Rob added, enjoying teasing his best friend who was stacking the movies.

The appearance of so many teenagers in the place hadn’t gone beyond jokes and teasing until Joyce and Hopper finally decided to organize a meeting in their cabin to which they clearly invited outsiders. After all, it was summer, what else were they going to do if not eat hamburgers and enjoy the outdoors?

"Do you bring the sodas?" Steve asked into the car; in the passenger seat was Dustin and in the back were Robin, Vickie, and Eddie respectively. Most people were already in the place and the sound of laughter and scandal reached where they were.

Between Eddie and Dustin, they loaded the bottles (because Steve didn't want to arrive empty-handed) but no one had time to say anything as a scream filled the air.

"Eddie!" they listened, which caused them to jump in place. It was a girl approaching them with a murderous look.

"Now what did you do?" Dustin said in a worried whisper.

"Nothing" answered the long-haired one almost immediately, but the way she was walking made him hesitate for a second. The five looked expectantly at the scene, imagining that the woman would slap the aforementioned or something like that, but when the time came, nothing like that happened. She only softened her features to look up and down at the man she had just noticed, incredibly attractive, by the way, while changing the angry scowl for an embarrassed smile.

"Huh, excuse me," you said politely, glancing quickly at the rest of the people who already had curious eyes on you. As soon as he moved out of the way and you took a couple of steps, you yelled again “Eddie! If you don't come right now, it's going to be very bad for you!”

"I'm here!" someone muttered out of who knows where. He was a skinny boy with black hair “My God, I just went for a walk. Just relax"

“It's not funny, Eddie. If you die on this trip, your mom will kill me” you exclaimed. They were still standing nearby, too curious to move, and saw a boy who looked like Mike Wheeler walk up to you.

"Stop being a neurotic bitch, he's fine"

“Call me a bitch again and I'm going to slam your myopic face into the ground,” you growled, pointing a finger at him. It was obvious that the discussion wasn't a matter that needed an audience, but for them it was very entertaining "Go back there, we must not be rude to our hosts" you scolded them, while you pushed them with both hands and the two teenagers walked awkwardly win.

Once you finished your look went over to the group of people who had been watching you and they were suddenly very embarrassed, as were you that they had seen your mommy act.

"We should go in," Vickie said quickly, always being the most cautious, but you came over a second later.

"I'm sorry you heard that, those children are sometimes a nightmare" you apologized "And it's hard to take care that they don't break something"

"We completely understand you" laughed one of them, whose name you didn't know, but he seemed very friendly "My name is Steve"

“I think I know you” you exclaimed with a smile, because after hearing the name you knew it was the boy who was once the Wheeler’s son-in-law “I'm, huh… Nancy's cousin. My name is Y/N”

"Nice to meet you. These are Rob, Vickie, Dustin, and…”

“Eddie” he was quick to say “I almost had a heart attack when you yelled my name” he laughed and you widened your eyes.

“God, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you” you replied embarrassed. You would be lying if you said that the boy wasn’t the most beautiful for you and that is why you wanted to make a good impression. Apparently, you've already failed at that.

You couldn't help but look at them all. Dress up Nancy's ex-boyfriend in a colorful print shirt, the red-haired woman wearing a nice dress and hat, the girl next to her wearing khaki overalls over a green shirt, and the little one wearing shorts with a shirt that surely also belonged to Steve. But obviously, the one you turned your attention to the most was the brunette dressed in a dark shirt from a group that was probably metal with scars scattered on the side of his neck, part of his cheek, and one of his arms, with beautiful brown eyes. Three seconds had passed and you already wanted to know everything about him.

"It was nothing," he exclaimed nonchalantly.

“Are you going to enter? Honestly I'm a little hungry” said the curly-haired man, and more than a claim, this was heard as a joke.

The six of you walked in silence to the door where you had entered earlier and suddenly noticed the chaos inside. The rumors were true and there were at least 6 extra people concerning the usual meetings. With a quick glance, they realized that there was now another redhead talking animatedly to Eleven, who if they hadn't known could have sworn she was Max's long-lost sister. There was a chubby and shy boy sitting near them who also joined in the talk from time to time, with whom they seemed very comfortable. Will was sitting next to the copy of Mike with a goofy smile at the apparent joke the young man with glasses was telling him and the one they knew was called Eddie was just rolling his eyes next to them, not very convinced that he was funny enough. Further on, a tall curly-haired young man, a straight-haired one, and Mike were talking, while Lucas and another boy just like him were sharing a friendly conversation. It was a most interesting sight, to tell the truth.

"Who brought the whole kindergarten?" Eddie asked without thinking and he froze when he heard you laugh next to him.

“The frog-face with glasses,” you said pointing to a young man “He is my brother and he insisted that it would be fun for his friends to know more than just our little town” you replied with a soft laugh “But the 17-hour road trip was anything but fun for me”

"Guys!" Nancy greeted everyone, followed by who you had learned was her current boyfriend; Jonathan “I see you already met Y/N”

"An embarrassing accident" you joked, making a funny face. Eddie paid you a little more attention and was able to notice the slight resemblance you had with Nancy and at the same time with the dark-haired man with glasses sitting on the couch. You were pretty, that's for sure.

"You want to eat? Hopper is preparing meat on the patio and Joyce is in the kitchen” she exclaimed cordially. As for the adults, there was only the two of them and the Wheelers and for some reason also Murray Bauman, but they were enough to prepare food that looked delicious.

Everyone parted ways with their own favorites and the wave of greetings and introductions began, so you decided to stay put to avoid trouble, but you weren't the only one with that idea.

"So... you drove 17 hours here?" the curly-haired one asked to break the ice. So far he hadn’t seen your parents and that assumption was the one that seemed most logical to him.

“Could you believe it? I learned to drive a few years ago and my dad decided it was a good idea to take advantage of it one more time” you snorted.

"Where are you from?"

“Derry, it's in Maine” you explained “It's like here, but with more paranormal shit”

Oh, if you knew everything that had happened, Eddie highly doubted you would really think Derry fit those bills.

"Like ghosts and stuff?"

“I would say monsters” you continued. Eddie thought you were joking and just laughed, not realizing that Derry had as interesting a story as Hawkins itself.

As if your minds were connected you looked at a vacant chair and with a silent agreement you walked over to sit down.

"They look a lot alike. Your brother and Wheeler, I mean," Eddie observed.

"Our moms were sisters, I think their genes predominated" you laughed. He couldn't help but notice that you said they were instead of they are.

"And she didn't come?"

“I don't think she can come anymore. She is dead”

"Oh," the boy sighed. He must have imagined it and felt bad for asking such a reckless question "I'm so sorry."

“It's fine, it was a year ago already. Dad's been kind of depressed ever since and we haven't had a great time either, so she sent us here for a few weeks. You know, to distract us” you explained to him. Apparently you were telling him too much about your life but it wasn't like that; you were skipping the part where your mother was killed by a monstrous clown-clad creature that had preyed on you and the children “And I think it will work, I've had a lot of fun so far and met a lot of people. The only thing I could complain about is that it's fucking hot here” you exclaimed to lighten the mood, separating the already sweat-stained fabric from your body.

Eddie's attention dropped to your chest and the ridiculously revealing shirt you wore, which revealed your bare shoulders and part of your torso. The shorts didn't help his prying eyes too much either.

"It's summer, you can't ask too much of us"

"Aren't you hot with that hair?" you asked, reaching out to playfully pick up a curl near his cheek. It was a vacation in a town where you didn't know anyone, and there was a handsome man in front of you, of course you were going to flirt without shame.

"I don’t know, am I?” he joked, making you smile “Sometimes. But it's part of a metalhead's commitment,”

"I guess your shirt belongs to some band"

"Don't you know Judas Priest?" he asked and you gently shook your head. "So what kind of music do you listen to?"

"I like Madonna and Elton John" you shrugged and he made a face "Is there a problem with that?"

“Not my favorites, more Buckley or Stevie style,” he muttered, nodding at the two friends of his. Your eyes couldn't help but look at the scars on the boy's face and neck, thinking about what would have been so bad to leave that mark. Unfortunately, he noticed "They are ugly, right?"

"No, not at all" you quickly explained, embarrassment painting your face "I was just curious, sorry if I made you uncomfortable"

"You didn't," he assured you. The truth was that he was still trying to deal with the matter of his self-esteem after his visit and near death in the Upside down, but it was always easier for someone who had never seen him before to get used to the marks "They were made by some bats from another dimension, could you believe it?” he confessed to you, but by the laugh you let out he knew that you hadn’t believed him. Maybe it was easier that way, being transparent with someone who didn't take him seriously.

"Y/N" someone near you exclaimed. It was Bill, trying not to stutter, “Can we go into the woods for a walk?”

“What do you ask him for? She's not your mom, let's just go!" Richie complained from afar, but the truth was that everyone present except him was waiting for your permission.

"You guys be careful, if something happens come back right away, okay?" you said and they nodded. You saw at least 10 teenagers leave the place laughing and murmuring and suddenly the place felt awfully empty, but luckily the spaces near you were filled by Nancy and her friends. Everyone was very nice and even the adults got in on the chat. It was clear that everyone there had a great unity and, although at first you felt out of place, seeing them talk to each other pleasantly warmed your chest. Most of the questions went to you, of course, for being the only one who didn't live in Hawkins. About where you and the kids studied, what the town was like, what each of your friends was like, childhood memories, and even Eddie asked if you had a boyfriend, with the most shameless smile of all, which only grew when you said no.

You learned a lot from them, about how the Byers and the Hoppers were now one family, about the kids' problems, their hobbies, personal information about everyone present your age, each other's jobs, and God only knows how many things.

You had never chatted so much in a single afternoon and even your aunt Karen let you share a few beers with your new friends, even though everyone there had consumed and drunk worse things, and you were so happy that when you least expected it all the children were already back. When they entered it seemed as if they had been a single group all their lives.

"Did you see how Stanley jumped when we found that bug?"

"You shut up Richie, you were scared by a frog"

"You're good at climbing trees, Lucas!"

"Oh, Will, I'm so tired."

“So you once got into a drain? That's fucking disgusting!"

Those were some of the phrases that you managed to register within the conversations, since everyone spoke at the same time and with a fairly high volume.

"Did you guys have fun?" Joyce asked with a smile, reaching out to hug her son from the side, who nodded from her place. Both she and her husband looked happy that the boy had a smile and after everything they had told you, you were also a little happy. They didn't tell you the full story, for obvious reasons, they just told you that Will had had a very bad few years due to multiple illnesses and family problems.

"I think we are abusing your hospitality Joyce, we have to go now" Karen murmured, as she noticed that the night had already fallen on the town. She worried you about how you would get home in a couple of cars, even though the people who were there were exactly the same as the ones who had arrived.

Both women exchanged a few words and hugged each other goodbye, while you took a look at your brother and his friends.

"Losers" you called them, more as a kind of endearment than really a tease "It's time to go"

You heard a collective groan and tried to suppress a smile as you turned the other way, but a second later you collided with a warm body that held you up to prevent you from falling.

"Careful," he laughed, looking down at you. His hands were on your elbows and felt callused against your skin. The contact didn't last more than a few seconds and then he looked at his younger friends "It's time to go too, Steve will take you first" he informed them. Most got up and walked towards the exit as they said their goodbyes.

You and Eddie stood facing each other in a moment of comfortable silence, and then you smiled at each other.

"I guess I'll see you around, huh?"

"I'm free the day you want"

"Are you this forward with all the girls?"

"I'm just being nice" he replied with a shrug "If you want to walk around town or have a good time, just look me up"

With such a cute face and such a charming attitude, of course you were going to do it.

Your days at Hawkins are over and as promised, you had hung out with Eddie Munson on more than one occasion.

It seemed as if he was stalking you, because when you went out somewhere he was magically walking around. Whether it was shopping, going to the park, or walking around the city; he was there. The truth seemed creepy to you at first, but he swore with his soul that it was all about coincidences, the same version that you ended up believing and accepting.

Your brother and the children were having a great time, as there was always something they could do. Even the ones you thought would have the most trouble fitting in, like Beverly, Ben, or Stanley, were quickly making friends.

One night someone called the Wheelers' house and you were surprised when they said it was a call for you. Who was going to call you? Your first thought landed on your father, but you were surprised to hear not his raspy voice but a softer one on the phone.

“I just wanted to know what you were doing. I was bored” Eddie had told you, in a lame excuse. You answered and from that, you had a conversation that took all afternoon. It had been something new for you, because most of the time talking on the phone was something that was very uncomfortable for you, and that was repeated more than once.

In the end, there were so many calls that Nancy was merciful to you and she gave you her old landline phone to put in the room you were staying in so you could talk to Eddie more freely. All the kids, including Mike, were staying in the basement, and once you caught them eavesdropping on your conversation, infinitely grateful that he hadn't thought to flirt in some way.

Because he was very flirtatious, too much for your taste, but it always seemed to come naturally. As if Eddie behaved like this with everyone or was a second language. You were comforted (and let's be honest, also disappointed) a little bit that the way he talked to you was the same as his friend Steve or his friend Robin or even Nancy and Jonathan. But there was something about the way he looked at you that was different. He made you feel nervous and even unprotected, always with those big bright brown eyes following your steps. But part of you liked the attention and having him hover around you waiting for you to say literally anything to smile at you.

The absence of your father and the fact that your little brother was busy almost all day made you feel confident to play along with the curly and unruly hair, something that you had not allowed yourself too much in recent years. You'd had a few boyfriends, but the Derry disappearances, the murders, and having to babysit a group of teenagers had robbed you of an enviable love life. So even though this wasn't someone you'd go so far as to marry, for example, this thing you had with Eddie was interesting. And with any luck, you might even get a kiss or two.

A blow in the distance made you jump and you suddenly became aware of where you were. A new bowling alley had opened and your aunt suggested you go check it out, so the whole gang had gotten together to go.

The weeks you had spent in Hawkins were enough for a friendship to form between both groups of teenagers and that was why they were having so much fun, but frankly you were starting to get bored.

“Hey, beauty,” said a voice next to you that made you jump. It was Eddie, of course, who looked freshly showered and smelled of intoxicating cologne that made you want to bury your head in his neck. You felt a little embarrassed about the clothes you were wearing, because it was literally the first thing you found thrown in your suitcase "How you doing?"

"Eddie" you pronounced softly, a smile automatically spreading across your face "what are you doing here?"

“Heard you were coming so I thought I'd stop by to say hi,” he mumbled, pretending it wasn't a big deal “Do you want to go out with me, or are you having too much fun to leave it?”

"I could die of joy" you replied sarcastically. The idea of being alone with him was great but you still didn't want to leave the kids alone. He felt wrong and if something happened to them you couldn't live with the guilt so you barely had time to think about it before he spoke again.

“In that case, there's a nice place on the shores to talk and stuff, so I thought maybe you'd like to go with me. We can buy things to eat and drink, but you don't have to go if you don't want to,” he said, speaking a little softer at the last part.

"But what about the children?"

"What is going on with them?"

"I don't want to leave them here"

"They'll be fine," he said, completely unconcerned "Let's talk to them, okay?" Eddie got up from his place and took your hand to get you up too, guiding you to where the others were. When Max noticed Eddie he smiled and she was the first one he approached "Hello, Red" he greeted her kindly. Nearby were Eleven and Beverly, who also leaned in to hear him "Listen, I want to take this lady for a walk with me, but for that, I need someone to watch the bunch of fools that are playing right there" He pointed at the men, with one of their ringed fingers, who were arguing heatedly over a point on the board. "Would you guys be so kind as to help us with that?" he asked and the three girls nodded. Eddie seemed to have an effect not only on you, but on your younger peers as well. Both he and Steve could ask them for any favor and they would be delighted to do so "You are angels, thank you"

"But can I hit them if they disobey me?" Max asked, causing Eddie to burst out laughing.

"Just a little, okay?"

"Boys!" you called them and all the mentioned ones looked in your direction "I have to go to a place; the girls stay in charge"

"What?! Why them?” Richie complained.

“Because I want you to make it to the end of the night alive” you replied without thinking and a shiver ran through you. Richie was a hateful thing most of the time, but you couldn't imagine your life if something happened to him. "You guys just be nice and call my Aunt Karen if you need anything, okay?" They all nodded and you'd swear you heard Richie blurt out an indecent comment, but you didn't pay attention to it. You looked for a pay phone and Eddie lent you a coin so you could call home. No one answered and even though you tried again, it stayed the same. They were probably out for dinner or just spending time away from their guests.

You got into Eddie's van in silence and he asked if you wanted to listen to anything in particular, but when he heard you say no, he decided to put on a rock cassette he had lying around.

"So…" he began, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, his gaze on the road and seeing him so focused made you feel strangely drawn, "Shall we stop at a grocery store?"

You didn't buy much, just a bag of chips and drinks for both of you: a beer and a strawberry soda.

“I like your chain” you murmured at some point during the trip. Whenever you were with him his neck was a point of attention and therefore anything that was in it, today was a silver chain.

“A present from my uncle, a long time ago.” He smiled. “We know a guy in Indiana who sells all kinds of silver stuff and I sometimes shop there. They are expensive, but at least they don't stain your skin and they are quite durable” he explained. The young man's ability to create a conversation from anything was surprising "The only disadvantage is that if one day I became a vampire, I would never be able to use them again"

"Oh yes, that's the most common" you replied sarcastically, followed by a laugh "Are you really worried about becoming a vampire?"

"You never know," he simply replied, shrugging. He stopped near a park that was nearly empty at this hour. The lighting was dim and the benches looked rusty, with grass growing sloppily under them. Eddie came downstairs without saying anything and at first you thought he was being rude, but then you saw him appear from your side to open the door and you smiled with pleasure.

As soon as you sat down on the bench, the intention that Eddie had when taking you there crossed your mind; a place almost in darkness, secluded, silent and wide… maybe it was just trying to get between your pants. And it wasn't like it bothered you, you just felt slightly disappointed that he was being so nice with that sole intention. But as you two talked, you discovered that maybe you were misunderstanding and what he wanted was just that: to talk and that's it.

"So you play the guitar?" you asked after he made the mention of his band. The fries were gone and you two were relaxing, and he nodded to your question "And you're good at it?"

"I can't judge myself, to say yes would be presumptuous and to say no would be foolish," he argued, with an amused grin.

"You have very pretty lips," you said without thinking. His eyes widened and when he looked at you, you noticed that his cheeks had flushed. Your comment had taken him off guard and even you felt embarrassed, which you tried to mask with a laugh.

"Regularly when someone is looking at my lips it's because they want to kiss me" you wanted to answer that it wasn't like that, but when he gently bit his lower lip your eyes went there and the words got stuck in your throat. Once your gaze met his, you caught a glimpse of a peculiar mischievous glow and swore he was going to kiss you right then. But it was you who walked away when your eyes caught the scarlet glow of a balloon floating behind Eddie.

You were paralyzed with fear at that simple appearance and the feeling only intensified when you noticed a red-haired figure who was dressed in white and was hiding in the bushes. It was grinning at you ghoulishly and you felt like you were going to throw up when he raised his gloved hand to show you something. It looked like a piece of cloth with black and white figures that were smeared with red all over. It took you barely a second to realize what it was; it was Richie's shirt.

“No…” you said, your voice breaking. Eddie was surprised by your change in attitude, especially when you got up from the bench and your face turned pale.

“Hey, what's up? Did I misunderstand something?” he asked with concern.

But you couldn't speak, you couldn't move: you were completely paralyzed with fear. So many memories had suddenly come to him that it was nauseating. You even swore to smell the iron in the blood, as if you were the one who was hurt.

“We have to…we have to go,” you stuttered, staring into the bushes expecting the bloody clown to jump at any second.

He tried to follow your gaze but at that very moment, the lights above your heads flickered in uneven patterns, which made Eddie tense. Many questions crossed his mind: Had you seen something that he didn't? Was Vecna haunting the town again? And you, seeing him so nervous, also wondered if he had finally noticed the horrible clown that was a few meters from you.

"Let's get out of here," he said, giving no room for complaint or question. Eddie took your hand while still looking in the direction of the lights and you let him drag you away while you stared into the bushes where there now seemed to be nothing.

You got into the van in record time and once inside you felt that the air was beginning to fail you. In your head there was only Richie's name repeating itself over and over again, filled with despair by the image you had witnessed. You were sure that this was his shirt, precisely the one he had put on that day.

Eddie, on the other hand, wasn't as upset as you were, but the flickering of the lamps had brought back unpleasant memories. And that signal made him think that you had seen something; how was he going to explain to you what it was about? Sometimes even he didn't understand.

The man drove a few meters to the road and when he took a look at you, he noticed that his hands were shaking. He expected you to ask questions or say anything, maybe a startled comment about how you just saw a six-foot monster rolling around, but when you finally looked at him you only sobbed a few words.

"I need to find my brother, please"

He asked you if you were okay and asked what had happened there, getting no response other than something along the lines of “take me to Richie” or “I need to see my brother”.

The road was faster than last time and you asked him to go directly to the Wheelers' house, since you had probably taken so long that they were already there. Or at least that's what you hoped.

You got out of the car as soon as he parked, stumbling a bit in your haste, and walked across the porch with Eddie following you by just a few steps. When you arrived, you knocked on the door insistently, feeling the adrenaline rushing through your body and the beating of your heart completely accelerated. It was Mike who opened the door for you, a confused expression on his face.

“Y/N?”

"And Richie?" you asked bluntly, but instead of waiting for an answer you pushed your cousin aside and walked down the hall. You could hear the laughter of the young people, probably from the room, and you expected to find him there. But upon arrival, a quick scan was enough to realize that he wasn’t there.

"Something happened?" murmured Ben, who was one of the most perceptive in the group, noticing your pale face.

"Where's Richie?" you exhaled, feeling suddenly dizzy and tears stinging your eyes. It wasn’t difficult to think why you had that question and this put everyone on alert, even those who did not know your situation. When Eddie reached your side, his gaze went directly to Jane.

“The lights… it happened again”

"Will," she said almost immediately, her eyes reflecting the same panic as you. Everyone almost jumped to their feet, each group understanding their own bizarre situation, and you started scouring the house looking for the two boys.

Your breathing began to be erratic and you had to hold on to the wall to keep from falling. Eddie, noticing this, walked over to you and grabbed you by the elbows.

"Are you okay? What's going on?" he said, genuinely worried about you. One of his hands went up to your face to force you to look at him and somehow seeing his big, brown, frightened eyes made you feel back in the real world.

You wanted to tell him everything. You wanted to tell him about your mother, about the clown, about the terrible disappearances, and about the panic that caused you to think that this thing had probably come back and taken your little brother. Even if he didn't understand a word, you just wanted to let it go.

"I found them!" someone yelled and your feet moved on their own in that direction. You were expecting the worst, but when you arrived you found your brother stuck in a kind of closet with a cigarette in his hand and Will Byers in front of him.

"What the hell, man?" Richie said, rather annoyed at the interruption. You pulled him by the arm to get him out of the closet and when you looked him up and down Richie thought you were going to give him the worst scolding of his life, but instead he felt you pull him towards you and hug him. Honestly, he preferred the scolding “What are you doing? Let me go!" he whimpered. You breathed properly for the first time and with your hands you looked for some kind of wound, but you found nothing. You took a moment to bask in relief that he was safe and sound, but as soon as this moment was over you pulled away and yanked hard on his ear, only making him complain more.

“Are you an idiot, are you? I thought something had happened to you! I… I… I thought you were dead” you exclaimed in a sob. You didn't mean to cry, but you were already doing it.

"Why should I be?" he said as a first reaction, not really understanding your point, it wasn't until you whispered a soft 'I saw it' that his face turned pale and his lips exhaled an expression of understanding.

"Wait a minute, are you smoking?" Mike said, glaring red-cheeked with anger at Will. That brought you back to reality and you observed the cigarette, as well as the smell that your brother emanated.

“Oh, you are so dead, Tozier” you exclaimed without thinking, but instantly you covered your mouth with a hand “No, no… I don't mean that. I'm so sorry. I love you” you completed immediately, with a sweeter voice, and then gave him another hug and a quick kiss on the forehead. But just as the sweetness came, that's how fast it left, because you pulled the dark-haired man by the arm and ripped the cigarette out of his hand to put it out on the floor "If I see you doing that shit again, it's going to be very bad for you, and I also don't want you to be perverting other people so that they accompany you in your idiocies”

"But we were just chatting!" he defended himself. He looked at his friend for a second and then he looked at Eddie (the young one, of course) who looked really upset, with the same look that Mike was giving your brother, while Will was just flushed with embarrassment. You didn't know what was going on between those four, but you were too busy lecturing the guy with glasses to really think about it.

At some point, the groups parted noticeably and when they approached to check on you, you spoke in whispers, explaining that the sight of Derry's favorite killer clown had probably just been your paranoia. Eddie, for his part, was talking the same way to the youngsters, muttering things about the state you'd put yourself in and how likely it was due to the sight of some creature from the upside down.

In the end, you sent all the children to sleep, and from that point on you didn't know what happened to them, because you just stood in the corridor with a pain well installed in the back of your neck and a sudden tiredness.

"You okay?" you heard behind you. You had forgotten about Eddie, about your date with him, and about how you almost kissed him, all because of the terror of imagining that Richie was dead.

“Oh, yeah,” you said turning around. He was watching you with tender, careful eyes and there was a silent question in the air. You decided to close the distance and let his arms wrap around you warmly "I'm… I’m sorry about all that"

"Don't apologize" he replied and although he didn't ask for an explanation, you decided to offer it.

“It's just… my mom died in a horrible way and we all witnessed it. Since then we have been very afraid that this will happen again and I think that… the fatigue and the heat and all the change of environment affected me and I thought I saw something that was not there. That's why I needed to get there so fast, I was afraid that… you know” you sighed, not daring to say it. There was silence for a moment and to try to eliminate the discomfort you spoke again "Sorry if I scared you"

"No, you didn't" he was quick to say "I was just thinking that something similar happened to me and my friends a long time ago and... well, sometimes we can see crazy things, right?" he tried to cheer you up. The truth is that it wasn't very good, but it was enough for you to feel that he wasn't judging you “What I'm trying to say is that I understand you in a way and it's okay what happened, we both care about our brothers. Well, your brother and my children” he laughed. The natural and paternal way in which he referred to the young people touched you.

You separated to look at him and one of your hands reached almost by itself to his cheek, the one where he had the scar. Your index finger trailed along the edge of it and there was something about that caress that felt too intimate for Eddie like you were two longtime lovers sharing a routine moment.

“Sorry for ruining our date”

"Was that a date?" he said, more meant to joke than to make fun of you. You felt silly for a second, until you heard him laugh "I didn't know you liked me so much"

"I thought that meant pulling me out of the bowling alley for snacks and taking me to a point in the middle of nowhere just to stare at my lips while I talked," you said, trying to sound as confident as possible so he wouldn't notice that you were a mess inside.

"Sorry? You were the one who said I had pretty lips. If anyone here was dying for a kiss, it was you” he smiled. Suddenly your face was hot and the air around you felt heavier, as if all the tension you had hours ago had returned in a heartbeat. You didn't realize it, but your lips parted to release a sigh and Eddie swallowed, completely nervous.

The next thing was the obvious: your lips and his coming together in long-awaited contact. It started slow and careful, but it didn't take long for the bites and tongues to kick in. You wish you were thinking a little more like an adult instead of making out passionately with a guy you barely knew in the middle of the hallway at your aunt and uncle's house, but the truth was that having someone like Eddie around you could barely form a coherent thought connection. His hand hovered carefully on the edge of your waist, almost reaching your breast but not really touching it, while your hand had already left his cheek and flown to his silky hair thanks to the styling cream he had put on before seeing you and, to be honest, you probably would have kept kissing him for quite a while if it hadn't been for the sound of the front door opening.

"My aunt,” you said, breathing hard and with a nervous smile "Come, hide" you exclaimed, taking his hand to drag him to the room you shared with Nancy. She was sleeping with Jonathan that day and you felt the situation couldn't be more perfect. It wasn't like you wanted to get into anything more with Eddie, you just… didn't want to stop having him around.

“I'll climb out the window,” he muttered, immediately grasping (from his logic) where this was going. More than once he'd had to sneak out of someone's house and right now it didn't seem to bother him.

“I was thinking maybe you could stay,” you said quickly, before you lost the courage to do so “It's late and… I just thought we could spend the night together. Like… maybe… just sleep,” you explained, hoping he didn't think you were suggesting something else. Your intentions were sincere, you just wanted to be with him a little longer.

"Will you bear my talking in the night?" he said playfully, giving an implied response to your invitation. You managed to get into your pajamas in record time and he only got rid of the most uncomfortable things from his outfit before falling into bed with you. Both of you were staring at the ceiling, giving you a sidelong glance. "Is this okay for you?"

“Uh-huh,” you nodded with a smile. He hardly dared to move or touch you, so you moved closer in the hope that he would give you some of his warmth. Still without looking at him, you rested your head on his shoulder and he did the same on yours. It was a comfortable, friendly, and calm position.

“I like you, Y/N” he blurted out “Just in case you haven't noticed” he added, making you smile. You kept silent to think that it was pertinent to answer.

"I like you too, Eddie" you finished saying. One of your hands shyly traveled to his and you started playing with your fingers for a while in which both of you were silent. "I'm glad I came to Hawkins this summer, you know?"

“I'm glad you're here” he imitated you, smirking even though you couldn't see him “I was thinking that when you leave maybe I should visit you one day”

"Will you travel 17 hours just to see me?" you asked with a sour laugh. You hadn't thought about the distance thing until now that he brought it up and you didn't want to dwell on it too much, dreading the idea that you were literally on different ends of the country.

"Perhaps. It will be fun. And I can take the children, so they know your place. Like a family trip,” he exclaimed. The light in the room was still on and you reached out a bit to turn it off and continue talking.

"You do not have siblings?" you asked curiously, because the family was a subject that you had only superficially approached during these weeks of knowing him.

“No, my mom died before I could have one. And then my dad ended up in jail so the chances were greatly reduced” he exclaimed casually. You had no idea that he had been through that and you felt bad in some way, but when you told him that you were sorry, he shook his head "It doesn't matter anymore, life has put good people in my way" he smiled. Hearing him say those things only showed that he was such a sensitive, kind and pure man that it was hard to believe “But I imagine he must be cute. You cared too much about Richie."

"He has his good times and his bad times," you said quietly. The darkness was making you drowsy, but you refused to let go of the moment. “Can you tell me a story?”

"Huh?"

“A story” you repeated. His skin was soft and warm against yours. “Something from when you were little or… something with your friends, I don't know. I just… want to hear your voice” you kindly asked. Eddie blushed at this and nodded, then started telling you about how he met most of his friends. He told you about his band, his school, his club, and a thousand other things that you listened to carefully until late at night, when both of you gave in to exhaustion and fell asleep peacefully, having the peace of mind that on waking the space next to the bed wouldn’t be empty.

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The only thought bouncing around in my head is that when Iris told Hau that her favourite games are first person shooters, the first thing he said was “you really are Unovan”. Man said it without thinking and they thought it was the funniest shit at the time. Iris always bring it up whenever they play fps together

Anyways, do Iris and Hau ever try get the older champions to play video games with them? Imagine them trying to tell each of the champions what buttons do what and one of them (preferably Lance) says the whole “back in my day we just had two buttons and a joystick”. And once they get the hang of the game controls, it’s just chaos. They’re all yelling at each other and throwing insults left and right

God, imagine playing Mario Party with them. No one would be safe

You really are Unovan cndmndnd Hau you are so real for that😭🤣

Also that's fucking cute tho??? Iris and Hau just teaching the older champions abt new games and such and asking em to play w em and I'm gonna end up rambling again bc champions as found family doing mundane stuff just makes me soft

Lance definitely would say that tho checks out too bc Cynthia even makes fun of him how he doesn't know how to use his phone that much hahaha but hey he's vibing tho, he likes seeing the kids happy, although he's still a little bit confused by the controls. They do find out tho he also likes fps games, and now Hau has to deal w not one, but TWO bloodthirsty and rage filled champions when it comes to those games. Lance swears like crazy when playing he rages like no shit, and that's how Hau discovered every cuss word in the book

Now Steven likes Mario Party w them, he said it's fun and he thinks the character dice are cool too, he likes the design. But honest to God he fucking hates losing. This man has the most passive aggressive aura when he fucking loses I shit you not. Like they could be playing Mario Kart and someone blue shells him, he would just smile and go "now, that wasn't very nice," while gripping the controller hard. He broke three controllers now actually

Wallace has experience at least bc his niece does like playing video games too, and it's nice watching Iris and Hau play whenever they have their champion's meet up, reminds him of Lisia. But I also wanna say he's really shitty when it comes to games, Hau and Iris ended up showing him Stardew Valley bc hey it's just a farm sim, he doesn't have to be quick or anything, and he actually liked it and said he's going to date every npc and the two said it's on brand of him—

Cynthia knows every kind of game under the sun, and the three of em have lil game nights too, altho it also ends w Cynthia encouraging them pulling an all nighter bc she's the type of player to grind until she gets the item she wants. Really into online RPGs, likes the character customization, and likes the stories, got Iris and Hau to play those games w her too and imagine she's like max level/rank and the two are just "woah, you must've played this game for a long time hahah" and Cynthia's just "oh no, I just started playing this yesterday"

Teaching Diantha how to play the games they wanted was a mess bc Dia was asking what each of the buttons are for almost every two seconds, so they end up installing games on her phone instead bc the only other game she had there was chess. She didn't really get the hang of the games Iris and Hau plays, but she's really fucking good at rhythm games. Like... It's terrifying. She'd probs clear out the hardest song of Project Sekai or Osu or ADOFAI or whatevs and they found out no matter what platform, Dia's hands are quick to press the right keys, and after the hard levels she's all "that was fun, do they have other songs? I think I've cleared out everything"

They invited Leon to their online rpg game once. He got lost trying to find them. They ended up showing him platformer games and it really made him happy cause he legit just has to go one way every time hahah. He's good w the Mega Man games tho, also somewhat good at speedrunning said games for whatever reason Iris and Hau can't figure out— they made him play Cuphead once, never again, Diantha almost didn't buy them another console after Leon raged when he couldn't beat Cagney Carnation after numerous attempts and actually threw his controller at the screen. Surprisingly tho, he doesn't cuss when he rages, probs experience playing w Hop too hahaha

Since Iris and Hau knows Geeta loves horror movies, they also made her play horror games as well. To no surprise she's good at those games, knows where to find every item, how to progress no matter how cryptic the instructions are, how to outrun the one trying to kill her, doesn't fucking flinch when there's a jumpscare— they also showed her Dead by Daylight and man she fucking loves that game so much and Iris and Hau were low-key regretting it bc now Geeta invites almost every champion to play that game w her bc she knows she's gonna win every fucking time and it's not like they don't like to see Geeta being happy, I'm sure it's what Diantha wanted too, but every time Geeta kills one of their player characters she start laughing to herself and starts humming "I wonder who's next" while hunting down the others. It kinda scares them hahaha

But yeah imagine Smash Bros w them tho cjdmdn like they would be at each other's throats going on why they choose the charac they chose or some are even fighting over the same character bc ofc "I chose them first!" "No! I did!" But hey, at the end of the day, they're just having fun, no matter how many controllers or consoles got broken every game night

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littlegodzilla · 2 years

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Happy Birthday to me! I was writing it few days ago, I wanted to d something different for Daryl or Norman so I'm experimenting with other characters as you could see (John, Van, Justin, Travis in the future, maybe...)

So I come with a Vincent Harris one shot, who is he? This caracters come from A Crime, not a very good movie (which is?), we have a hurt man, a crazy neighbor and a cute dog, I'm not going to tell you the plot of the movie if you want to see it.

Anyways, I hope you like it and enjoy the reading!

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Dog sitter.

Vincent Harris(36) x Reader(30).

One shot.

Warnings: Swearing. Mentions of murder. Crazy neighbor. Hurt/Comfort. Cute dog. Contains movie spoilers.

Words: 6000.

Summary: You move to Brooklyn looking for a new life and you meet Vincent and Vicky, but you also have to dealing with Alice.

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With a sigh you leave the last box at the door of your new house, it has been a hard move, but finally you are there. You smile proudly and take the keys out of your pocket to open the door, you have to insist a little, push the wood with your body to disengage it from the frame and finally it opens.

It smells a bit musty and the atmosphere is stuffy from so much time without use, but you don't care. You push all your stuff inside and get ready to open all the windows. It is a small apartment, with a kitchen-dining room, a toilet, a single room, a room that you can use as a closet, and the double room, more spacious with a bathroom, the windows overlook the inner courtyard and there is only one large window in the living room, it is not very bright, but you hope it is not too cold, you live in a room, but there are several floors above you, so you trust that the heating of your neighbors help to temper your own home. Once you have the apartment open, you open the boxes to take some things out, you know you won't have time to unpack everything today, but you hope to have it ready in a couple of days.

You take the boxes and your suitcases of your clothes and other belongings to your room, you check that in the kitchen there are utensils and you don't need to buy many things, with you you carry a small notebook writing down the things you need to buy, both food and toilet paper, cleaning rags, broom... things of that kind.

You are so immersed in your own tasks that you don't notice someone watching you from the doorway.

"Who are you?" you hear a woman's voice and a scream escapes you.

"Fuck, you scared me." You say with a hand on your chest, in front of you, there's a blonde woman, looking a bit drunk, but you try to ignore that fact. "Hi, I'm new in the building." You introduce yourself and walk over to her to shake her hand.

"Have you rented this apartment?"

"Uhm yes, I'm possibly buying it, the landlord is letting me pay for it with rent installments until I have more money..." You explain and you see his face change to an angry grimace.

"No. You can't stay."

"Excuse me?" you look at her confused.

"This apartment is mine, I was going to rent it, I had plans for it."

"S-sorry, the landlord didn't tell me there was anyone else interested..." You apologize, but her anger increases.

"It's mine! My boyfriend lives next door, we were going to live together!"

"But..." You try to process what she says, but you shake your head. "I'm sorry, I'll talk to the landlord, maybe..."

"I want you to get out, now!" She grabs your shoulders ready to throw you out, but you push her away hard.

"Let go of me! Have you lost your mind?" You look at her in disbelief.

"Alice! What are you doing?" You hear a man's voice down the stairs and her face changes completely.

"Hi Vincent, hi Vicky." You greet the man and his dog.

You take advantage of that distraction to get the last of your things into your apartment and close the door, locking it, you don't know if he might be as crazy as this Alice and try to get you both out of there.

"What's going on, are you okay?" asks Vincent to his neighbor and friend, the blonde nods, rubbing her arms.

"Yeah, yeah, I was just welcoming the new tenant." She lies smiling at the blue-eyed man. "But she got a little nervous and I don't know what happened..."

"Are you sure? Are you drunk?" He looks at her worriedly and she shakes her head.

"No, not that much..."

"Come on, go home and sleep it off, you need it."

"Are you coming with me?" she pouts and Vincent sighs looking away.

"You know I won't..."

"When will you realize that we're made for each other?"

"Alice..."

"Take care of him Vicky while I'm gone." She says to the dog and walks up the stairs with heavy, tired steps.

Vincent doesn't move until he hears the upstairs door close, his pet gives him a gentle touch on his hand and he pats his head, he sighs and heads home stopping in front of the door where they have taken down the 'For Rent' sign maybe he should call and introduce himself, all things considered he is going to live door to door, but it's late, he has to leave Vicky and get back to work or they will end up firing him.

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You've spent all morning organizing your apartment, but everything is finally where it should be and the boxes are empty, folded and put away in case you need them for anything else. You let your hair down, grab your coat and notebook and leave the house locking up again behind you. You take a quick look around to make sure that Alice is not around before leaving the building. You have to buy food and a few other things, even a cart to carry everything.

Luckily you have some money saved from your old job, you didn't live badly, it was nice, family atmosphere and everyone was nice to you, but you needed to get out of there, a series of events that you still haven't fully recovered from made you need to escape at full speed. New York was the farthest you could find and that apartment was within your means, you have paid a couple of months in advance and the landlord has not asked questions, it is usual to pay every week, but you need some time to adapt and you don't want anyone around. You still need a job, something to free your mind, you can't live off your savings forever.

You walk into the supermarket down the street, after stopping at a convenience store and buying a cart, you put it aside and look at your list to make sure you don't leave anything unbought.

"Are you coming this weekend to the lake?" you hear in the distance.

"I can't, my parents are away and I have to take care of Gus." You reply with annoyance.

"The dog? Really?"

"Don't look at me like that, they love him more than me." They snort and the conversation drifts away from where you are.

You frown slightly, maybe it's not a bad idea, you like animals, it can keep you distracted and you have an income that will help you maintain your stability. You could prepare some posters and distribute them around the area, you don't want to go too far, as you don't know the city, and that would be enough to start with.

The cart weighs a ton but you have bought everything you need for at least two weeks, maybe even more. You didn't count, however, that the building has no elevator and your floor is still a room.

"Damn..." You wheeze, pulling the cart with effort, the wheels hitting every step, you're convinced you're going to end up breaking it before you've used it properly.

"Wait! Let me help you." You hear some stairs downstairs and stop.

Up to your position comes a man, almost your age, maybe a few years older, dark blond hair, nice blue eyes, round nose and a funny mole on his upper lip, on the left side, a little beard decorates his cheeks, but not too much. You smile as a greeting and he imitates you by grabbing the bottom of your cart, helping you to pull it up the stairs without mistreating it any further.

The two of you reach the fourth floor having beaten the hellish stairs, he sets the cart back down and you sigh gratefully.

"Sorry, I forgot I live in a room without an elevator." You snort rolling your eyes and he laughs.

"That's okay, I couldn't let the poor thing keep taking that abuse." He jokes patting the fabric of the cart and you laugh. "You bought a bunch of stuff, family reunion?" he asks curiously and you shake your head.

"I moved this morning and needed to stock the fridge." You admit, you see him raise his eyebrows and surprise runs through him as he points to the door of your house.

"You rented that apartment?" you nod and he holds out his hand. "I'm Vincent Harris, we're next door neighbors." He introduces himself and you shake his hand.

"Pleasure, Vincent." You introduce yourself just as he does walking both of you in the same direction.

"Same here, welcome to the building." He smiles again, you hear some barking on the other side of his door and he opens it letting a cute Spanish greyhound come out to greet him. "This is Vicky, sometimes she gets a little nervous when I'm not around or in the evenings, but she's not usually loud."

"Don't worry, you won't hear any complaints from me, I love animals." You reassure him and pet the animal's head as it comes over, tapping your hand with its muzzle.

"She liked you." He jokes ushering her back into his home. "My pleasure, anything you need..." He points to his door "Just knock."

"Thank you so much Vincent, again, for the cart and stuff."

You say your goodbyes each going into your house, despite the scare you had that morning with your other neighbor, it's clear not everyone is like her, Vincent was kind enough to help you up the stairs, so it wasn't such a bad day.

After emptying the cart putting everything in its place, you get ready to make the posters that you will place around the neighborhood looking for work and you will wait for someone to call you.

*******

Several weeks have passed since you put up the posters and you are surprised by the amount of people that need your help to take care of their pets, some of them, you are sure, it is simply because they didn't want to have a pet, but it was a whim of their children and the truth is that you prefer to take care of them than that they end up in the street, or worse.

It's Saturday morning, early, you get ready and grab your keys to leave the house, at the same time, Vincent's door opens and he and Vicky meet you in the hallway.

"Good morning." You greet with a smile.

Your relationship with your neighbor is pleasant, you don't talk too much, each one immersed in your own things, but you always have some kind word when you meet at the door of the house, Vicky is friendly and affectionate, always ready to accept your caresses when you meet. Vincent is a bit more reserved, always with his head in the clouds, you don't want to ask, but it's obvious that something is eating at him, even if he doesn't say it out loud. You've seen him with Alice a few times, they seem like good friends, she keeps insisting that your apartment is hers, Vincent for his part tries to dissuade her and get you two to get along. You have no problem with her, but she seems to hate you just for existing.

"Good morning." He greets back, adjusting his coat, it's especially cold that morning. "Where are you going so early? It's Saturday."

"To work." You laugh softly. "I have to go pick up one of my boys, his humans are going on a trip and leaving me in his care."

"His humans...?" he is quiet for a moment and laughs. "You work taking care of animals?"

"Yes, it's surprising how many people are incapable of caring for their pets, or don't want to take care of them." You sigh with some disappointment. "Where do you go?"

"I take Vicky for a walk." He smiles. "We're going to the beach, there's a race in a couple of hours."

"To the beach...?" You look at him in surprise and frown. "You use her for illegal racing?" You're not one to judge him, but you feel your voice slipping out like a bark.

"I don't use her...these kind of dogs do well running, it's part of them."

"Eating too, and some are starved to death so they run faster after prey."

"I don't...I take care of Vicky and there is no 'prey' it's a mask tied to a rod."

"It moves, it's enough for the animal to consider it a target. Is that what you do for a living?" Vincent purses his lips feeling fury engulf him as he hears your accusations.

"I have a job, it's just a one-off for her, that's not what I do for a living... do you?" he attacks you suddenly. "Is walking dogs your dream?"

You raise your eyebrows feeling slightly offended, grunt low and adjust your bag on your shoulder.

"You're an asshole." You bark again and turn around, speeding down the stairs.

Vincent deflates then, realizing what he's said, he peeks out of the stairwell to call out to you, but you hear a loud door slam, indicating that you've already left the building. He mutters a curse and tightens Vicky's leash for a few seconds.

"Come on girl, let's go for a walk." he says petting the animal's sharp muzzle and they walk down the stairs.

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You leave the little cat in the carrier before leaving the house keeping the keys in your purse pocket, you carry a couple of bags with various things of the animal so that it adapts better to your house. You know that cats get stressed easily when they are taken out of their home, so you want them to feel as comfortable as possible.

You adjust the bags on your shoulder and hold the carrier tightly, luckily the house is not too far away. You are still a bit annoyed by your neighbor's words, walking dogs may not be your life's work, but it's not a job to be ashamed of, on the contrary, you like taking care of them, sometimes animals are more grateful than people and you have less and less doubts about it. Whiskers meows inside the carrier and you speed up your pace.

"We're coming, have a little patience." You ask him, brushing his fur through the cracks in the passenger compartment to calm him down.

You are reaching the door of the building when you see a neighbor entering, you are grateful not to have to let go of your partner once again, you run to the door and block it with your body before it closes. On the other side, Alice opens the door to let you in and the two of you stand silently, staring at each other.

"Is that your pet?" she asks you in a serious tone. "You can't have pets in the building"

"No? Then why does Vincent have Vicky?" you answer with another question and his frown deepens.

"Have you talked to Vincent?"

"We're neighbors, what's wrong with that?"

"He's my boyfriend, stay away from him." He threatens you and you frown hard.

"I'm not interested at all." You reply starting to walk up the stairs, Whiskers is getting nervous. "And if you care so much, maybe he's not such a good boyfriend." You annoy her and hear her gasp behind you.

"What did you say!"

"Listen, I don't care about your relationship with him, seriously, I'm not attracted to him, just because he has pretty eyes and a pretty face doesn't mean he's irresistible." You assure her. "You can rest easy with me." Without giving her time to reply, you slam your apartment door shut.

"You better!" she shouts on the other side. "I'll be watching you!"

"Lunatic..." You mumble through your teeth, shaking your head.

You leave the keys in place, take the bags off your shoulder and set the carrier on the floor, open it and let the animal decide to leave on his own feet, when he feels less anxious and scared. While he adjusts, you place his things in the room you have prepared; the small room serves as an area for the animals you have to take care of in your house, you have removed the furniture and bedding, you talked to the landlord and he provided you with keys to the storage room so you could leave everything there.

"Be careful, if they stain or break anything, it will be your responsibility." He warned you, but did not use an aggressive or threatening tone.

"Thank you, Mr. Thompson, don't worry." You promised him.

So far you had kept your word, you hadn't had to take care of very large animals either, a rabbit, two small sized dogs, and now Mr. Whiskers. You leave the sandbox on one side of the room, prepare his bed and a small scratching post nearby, food and water and scatter some of his toys around the room and the living room to make him feel a little more at home.

You are preparing something to eat when you hear voices in the stair hallway, you recognize them right away, it's your neighbor with Vicky and your crazy neighbor upstairs, you roll your eyes, focusing on what you are doing, you don't want to pay attention to the discussion, it's couple stuff, you are not going to get in the middle of it.

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"It was all your fault..."

"No..."

"It's always your fault, can't you leave us alone?"

"No! I didn't do anything!"

"It's always your fault!"

"No!" You wake up startled in your bed, gasp several times and feel sweat rolling down your back.

You close your eyes for a moment, trying to catch your breath. It's not the first time this has happened to you, and you know that unfortunately it won't be the last. You feel your whole body trembling and alert. You get out of bed rubbing your face with both hands, trying to clear your mind. You know you are not going to be able to sleep anymore, so you get dressed and leave the room, Whiskers is sleeping comfortably in his bed, after a couple of days he is finally comfortable and even accepts you touching him a few times. You smile and put on your slippers, taking your keys. You go for a walk to clear your mind.

When you open the door, the one right next to you does too. You tense up for a moment thinking your neighbor is going out with Vicky, but you're wrong, Vicent seems to be wearing pajama pants and a tank top, maybe he just woke up, or hasn't gone to bed yet, to be honest, you don't even know what time it is.

"Are you okay?" He asks in a hoarse voice. Yes, he just woke up.

"Yes." You quickly respond wanting to avoid the subject.

"Okay, I just... I thought I heard you screaming and..."

"I'm fine." You reply quickly again. "I didn't mean to wake you up." You say sincerely.

"Don't worry, I've been a light sleeper for a while now." He shrugs biting his lip.

Neither of you say anything, you have the urge to want to run away, you need to get some air and escape your memories, it's just as awkward for him, Vincent has wanted to care about you, but now he doesn't know how to continue the conversation, whether he should just let you go or keep asking. He taps his fingertips together, a nervous twitch, and looks at you again.

"Listen, I..."

"Hey, let it go, I don't want to get in trouble with your girlfriend." You cut off what he's trying to tell you and head down the stairs to leave the building.

"Girlfriend?"

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To be honest the walk hasn't helped you much in your attempt to calm down, it hasn't helped either that Vincent has heard you talking in your sleep, you know that now the subject could come up in any conversation, although you have tried to make it clear to him that you don't want to have any kind of dealings with him. Every day that passes you are more and more convinced that you are not compatible.

You return home, it's early morning, the cold is intense and you're freezing. You rub your hands together as you walk up the stairs, the warm breath tempers them a little, but your fingers still feel numb. You freeze when you find Vincent's door opens again as you reach the landing on the floor, there's a nervous smile on his mouth and Vicky next to him wags her tail at the sight of you.

"Hey..." He greets in a low voice and you shake your head.

"Hey... What are you still doing awake?"

"I told you I was a light sleeper..." He shrugs. "I couldn't get back to sleep."

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault... Are you sure everything's okay?"

"Yeah, it's just..." You sigh and rub your arms. "Ghosts from the past, I guess."

"I know... I know what you mean..." He chews his lip several times and point his thumb inside his house. "Do you want me to... Do you want a cup of coffee, or tea or beer? I don't know how you deal with these things..."

"Uhm no, thank you, Vincent, you're very kind, but... I need to rest."

"Sure, I understand... Maybe another time?" he offers you again and you nod, out of politeness.

"Sure, another time." You open the door to your apartment and look at him one last time. "Good night, both of you." You smile looking at Vicky.

"Good night." He replies with a half smile seeing you close the door behind you. "Come on, girl." You say to your canine companion and close it too.

It's true he's not sleepy, he feels his whole body exhausted, but he can't sleep, it's been happening to him since he lost Ash, the memories of that night, being unable to do anything for her, not having closed the case, it's killing him little by little. However, he is vigilant, he sits up in bed, his back pressed against the wall, his head leans against it, he knows your bed is on the other side, the walls are like paper, he can't hear what you say but he feels the murmur of your voice talking to the cat you are looking after, the sound vibrates through the wall and his eyes close for a second.

Everything is peaceful minutes later and he himself falls asleep in that position.

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If your relationship was purely polite with Vincent as neighbors, now the situation is tense and uncomfortable. When you meet on the stairs neither of you says anything and you walk down the four floors without even opening your mouths, a tense silence hanging over you. You think you should apologize, you didn't mean to be rude to him, you know he only meant to be nice, but it's also true that you don't want to deal with Alice, and it's obvious that she is possessive and obsessed with him.

You are finishing your breakfast when you hear a knock at the door. You're surprised, but you get up from the table with your coffee cup in hand, you never know what you might find, and it's good to have a gun nearby.

Speak of the devil...

"Vincent." You say opening the door, the blond is on the other side, holding Vicky's leash.

"Hi, sorry if I woke you up."

"Not at all, is something wrong?"

It's true that the situation is not like before, but you can see that he's nervous and a bit worried, you're not going to deny him your help if you can really do something. Maybe something has happened with Alice.

"No, but... I wanted to ask you a favor, otherwise you're busy."

"No, no, tell me."

"I have to go to work, a colleague is sick and I have to work double shifts." He explains and points to Vicky. "Do you mind taking care of her? She's not much trouble, but sometimes she gets nervous when I'm away from home a lot."

"No, sure, no problem." You smile.

"Thanks, I'll try not to be too late, I promise. Shall I leave you the keys to my apartment or...?"

"W-whatever you prefer, it's all the same to me."

"Okay, here." He hands you a key. "He likes to sleep on my couch." He comments jokingly and you let out a chuckle.

"No problem, don't get too tired." You smile kindly, he nods his head gratefully, pats Vicky and then hurries downstairs. "Come on, Vicky, have you had breakfast yet? I'm sure you have, how about a walk?" you continue to talk to the animal as you walk into your house, you keep Vincent's key in your key set and let the animal explore the house as you go to change your clothes, thank goodness Whiskers is no longer in the house.

You get dressed in sports clothes, you have never been a very sporty person, but Vicky needs to run, you go to play with her a bit and make her run. You put her on the leash and leave the house.

Vincent comes home late from work, he's tired, it's been a long day, he just wants to get home and sleep for a few hours, the next day he's been given rest for doing a double shift, so he plans to stay in bed until it hurts, although he doubts it will be many hours, he knows his head won't let him sleep too much.

He is going upstairs remembering that you have spent all day with his little canine, it is late, so he decides not to bother you until tomorrow, your relationship as neighbors is a bit strained and he doesn't want to make things worse between you, he had liked you and would like to preserve your friendship if that is what he can call it. Slowly, so as not to disturb Vicky's sleep, he opens the door with a little 'click', it doesn't open too much, just enough to get his body in and he closes it again, he immediately notices that the apartment is warm, outside the winter is starting to become more harsh and he is grateful for the warmth he feels in there. He takes off his coat, leaving it on its hanger, walks to the living room to greet Vicky and stands in the doorway.

Vicky watches him from the couch, wagging her tail very slowly, greeting him, welcoming him home, yet she doesn't move, lying on the couch next to you, you are asleep cuddled against her slim little body, totally oblivious to the man's arrival. He swallows licking his lips, walks slowly over to you and careful not to startle you too much, touches your leg several times.

"What?" you raise your head like a spring, eyes narrowed in sleep.

"It's me, it's me." Vincent says holding up his hands to calm you down. "What are you doing here?"

"Hello, Vincent." You greet him by rubbing your eyes sitting on the couch, he pulls away a little. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to stay at your place, but Vicky was pretty nervous..."

"It's okay, don't worry about it." He smiles a little. "Has she been good anyway?"

"Yes, very well, we've gone for walks, runs, she's eaten and had a nap, but at night she's been a bit unruly." You joke, the animal whines and walks away knowing you are talking about her, you both laugh at the sight of her.

"I'm glad she didn't give you too much trouble..."

"She's a good girl." You try to hide a yawn and Vincent watches you carefully. "How was work?"

"Long, and boring... Can I offer you a coffee?" he invites you, like last time, nevertheless you nod.

"Yes, okay, but if you're tired..."

"No, I'm fine, I told you I don't sleep much." You shrug going towards the kitchen to make coffee.

You stretch, yawn, try to clear your head a bit as you listen to Vincent tinkering in the kitchen to prepare the coffee. You didn't mean to fall asleep, you had only gone into his house because Vicky wouldn't stop crying and you tried to take her home with you, but she hadn't moved from the couch, forcing you to stay there until she fell asleep and you fell asleep after her.

"Hey, Ash, do you want something to eat...?" You hear Vincent coming up to where you are, but he stays quiet.

Ash? Who's Ash? You'd like to ask him, but you see in his eyes the panic that's setting in. You clear your throat and shake your head.

"No thanks, coffee's fine."

"S-sorry, I didn't mean to..." He tries to apologize.

"It's okay, it's very late, maybe it would be better if I went home, besides Vicky is already calmer..." You interrupt him walking towards him, ready to leave the house, you see him bite his lip several times, as if he was holding back. "Good night, Vincent."

"Good night."

You say goodbye and walk out of his house into your own, feeling your heart go a mile a minute. You are confused and at the same time frustrated, why can't you talk to him like two normal people? Why is it so hard for you? You know it's not just because of yourself, you're sure the shadow of your upstairs neighbor has something to do with it. You groan in frustration and crawl into your bed, luckily it doesn't take you long to fall asleep. Nightmares don't accompany you that night either.

******

Things change after that day, Vincent asks you to help him with Vicky for several more days, you don't mind, the animal is calm and always behaves well, he has become accustomed to your presence and you like having her around.

With Vincent the conversations at the door of your houses has also become more routine, it is almost like an agreement between you, you spend several hours talking, or five minutes, but you always share a conversation or a greeting, there has been some tense moment when Alice has intervened, but he has always defused the situation and you have preferred to go home or go out to work and ignore the conversation you may be having.

That day you return from walking Vicky, Vincent had a night shift at work, so he asked you to look after her, otherwise you had nothing to do. Of course you agreed and in the morning you took her out for a little run on the beach before her human came home from work.

You are walking up the stairs when you hear screaming on the landing of your floor.

"Have you lost your mind?" you hear your neighbor say.

"Have I gone crazy? I'm doing this to help you!"

"You're not helping me at all, Alice! An innocent man has been accused!"

"You don't know that! He could be a bad person!"

"He didn't kill Ashley!"

"But you could have moved on! With me!"

You can't believe what you're hearing, disbelief plastered on your face as you keep Vicky by your side, you don't want them to realize you're there. Alice, from the first day you arrived, always made it clear that Vincent was her boyfriend, but you've never seen them together as such, plus he's not the first time she's mentioned an Ashley, possibly an ex, who happens to be dead and Alice has done something horrible to an innocent person... For him?

How far could his obsession go?

"I made it clear to you, Alice! I respect you, you're a great friend, but I don't feel that way about you." You can imagine the blond rubbing his hair nervously. "You've gone too far."

"It's because of her, isn't it?" When your name comes out of Alice's little, you feel goosebumps rise on your skin. "You think I haven't noticed how you look at her? That you spend a lot of time together now. She even takes Vicky out for a walk.

"It's her job, you're taking things out of context." He replies with a grunt. "And even if there was something, it's not your problem, Alice, I really appreciate how you feel about me, but you can't force me to feel the same way...much less throw a man in jail and decide when I'm ready to move on."

"It's been three years!"

"That's not your problem!"

You hear the downstairs doors open, the couple's shouting is starting to draw attention to the rest of the building, so you decide to go upstairs and intervene, get them to stop arguing, or at least bring it inside so as not to disturb the rest of the neighbors.

When you go upstairs, the conversation stops instantly. Alice's eyes flash with hatred, she seems to want to turn to you, but Vincent catches her gaze again and shakes his head.

"That's enough, Alice." He begs you. "You've done enough for me, now I'm asking you to leave and give me space."

"This is all your fault." She barks and her the stairs in a fury.

You close your eyes for a second, memories take over your mind and you unconsciously shrink into yourself, nervousness bubbles in your stomach, you feel a panic attack coming on until Vincent touches your shoulder. You open your eyes startled, seeing him looking worriedly at you. You try to smile to calm him down and shake your head.

"Are you okay?" You ask him and he smiles sniffling through his nose.

"I could ask you the same thing... What is she wearing?" he then asks.

Your attention falls on Vicky and a giggle escapes you. It's cold, winter has come to town and in the mornings the temperatures are quite low. Greyhounds are strong animals, but they don't have a lot of fur, so you had bought her a sweater so she would be warmer when you went out for your morning walks.

"She was cold and I bought her a sweater." You joke and see Vincent's smile grow bigger.

"Gee thanks." He chuckles. "I'll pay you back."

"No, you don't need to, she likes it, so that's good enough for me."

You study Vincent silently, Vicky is still by your side, his leash in your hands, he hasn't left his front door either, you both know it's an awkward and uncomfortable situation, you don't want to know more than Vincent wants to tell you, Vincent wants to say something, you can see him aggressively biting his lip, trying to calm his anxiety.

"I know I've turned down your proposals many times, but... Would you like some coffee?" you offer with a shy smile, he looks at you surprised, but laughs.

"Sure, I'd love some."

You open the door to the house, Vincent helps you as he is still getting a little stuck and you go inside, you leave Vicky's leash and collar on a coat rack you have and turn on the heat as you go into your kitchen to prepare the coffee.

Vincent observes everything with curiosity, you don't have many belongings, the shelves are barely decorated with some books, pictures or some collectible figures, it's quite impersonal, Vincent is surprised, he feels as if you are waiting for something, as if you have to run out at any moment, he wonders if your bags are all empty or if you have left some prepared as an emergency.

Your movement takes him out of his mind, his gaze follows you, you move from the kitchen to the living room where you leave several things on the table besides two steaming cups of coffee, the smell spreads through the house and suddenly Vincent feels trapped again in memories, in when he used to wake up next to Ash and they used to prepare breakfast together.

"Ashley is... was my wife." He tells you as you set the cups down on the table. "She died three years ago..." Your gazes connect and you see his eyes sadden, it's clear that his loss still hurts him. He knows you overheard the conversation with Alice on the stairs, as do many other neighbors.

"I'm so sorry..."

"I'm supposed to be over it by now, but it's getting hard..."

"That means you loved her, that she was important to you." You try to calm him down. "There's nothing wrong with it."

"No? The truth is, I'm not so sure anymore." He sighs walking over to the table, picking up one of the cups. "Maybe Alice is right and I need to move on for once...Ashley's not coming back."

"That's not for anyone to decide for you, Vincent, only you can know when you're ready to move on."

He looks sideways at you, chewing on his lip again, you sit next to him picking up the other cup and taking a sip after pouring yourself some milk.

"Vicky was a gift, you know, Ashley had bought her to surprise me..." He continues to tell you, chin resting on his hands, lying on the surface of your table, looking tired and defeated. "I didn't know what to do with it, I even came to believe that whoever had hurt her had left it there, as a constant reminder of what had happened to her..."

"Vincent..."

"I want to put it out of my mind, I want to move on..." His tone turns angry, frustrated, you bite your lip and the only thing you can think to do....

Is hug him.

You know that hugs don't help the bad memories to be forgotten, to extinguish the pain forever, but it relieves, in a passing way, the discomfort they provoke. You feel Vincent paralyzed in your arms, perhaps assimilating what you are doing, you close your eyes when his arms encircle your waist and you stay like that for a while. You don't know how much time passes, a few seconds, a few minutes until finally he breaks away from you, shifting nervously, he smiles gratefully, but averts his gaze.

"Thank you... sometimes I can't stop thinking..."

"I know, it's the stigma of trauma." You try to joke and he looks at you again with that intensity, wanting to know more, but at the same time saying nothing.

You finish your coffee, continue talking a bit about everything, Vincent unburdens himself to you and you let him tell you everything he needs to. You go into his house and he shows you old pictures, you meet Ashley, he tells you about her and his life before he came to live in New York, his voice still exudes all that love he felt, that he feels for her, but it's also mixed with the pain of his loss. You hug him again and this time, he reciprocates your embrace in the same moment.

"Thank you for listening to me" He says when you break the embrace.

"There's nothing to thank, you can count on me for whatever you need. You just have to knock." You smile and he mimics your gesture.

"I'll do."

********

The End.

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The Kings Punishment Part 3: A Bad Romance Three-Shot

Mini Series: The King's Punishment

Original Series: Bad Romance

Bad Romance One-Shots

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings for series: Riley x Liam, Liam x Max, Riley x Max, Riley x Drake, Riley x Rashad

Paring this chapter: Riley x Liam x Max

Rating: NSFW 🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋

Warnings for this chapter: Purely gratuitous sex, some light bondage, there's a flogger involved. BDSM light.

Word Count: 4,709

A/N: Well, finally here is the third (and final) installment. Sorry it took me so long. This little endeavor is pretty much just pure smut, so don't read this if you're not into that.

My other stuff: Master List.

“So, what do you two have to say for yourselves?”

The men spoke at the same time,

“It was Liam’s fault!”

“It was Max’s fault!”

Riley lifted an eyebrow inquiringly, “Well, one of you is either lying or sorely mistaken.”

“Him!” They chorused together.

“Riley,” Liam was using his reasonable diplomat voice, “He provoked me into it, and I’m like ninety eight percent sure he did it on purpose.”

Riley turned toward Max, “That true, Max? Did you provoke him? On purpose?”

Max dropped his eyes to his lap and nodded.

“Max, look at me.” Riley commanded and he lifted his eyes compliantly to her face. Because Max was always compliant. Always submissive, always accommodating. Which is why the idea of him provoking Liam on purpose made no sense. “Why?” She asked him softly.

“Does it matter why?” Liam demanded.

“Shut up Liam.” Riley didn’t take her eyes off Max, “Ignore him, tell me why.”

“I don’t know…just…someone else started flirting with me and it’s not like we’ve defined our relationship or anything, so I flirted back a little just to see what would happen, then Liam got possessive, and I liked it so-“

“I understand.” She said tenderly before dropping a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Well, I don’t understand!” Liam hated how petulant he sounded, “He just admitted to provoking me on purpose and you’re still mad at me for it?”

“Yes, Liam, I am!” Riley whirled on him, “Because sometimes you can be so fucking clueless! I swear you have the emotional intelligence of a goddamned turkey sandwich!”

“Riley.” He tried for a firm tone of voice, the one that usually had her acquiescing to his every command. It wasn’t working this time though.

She drew herself up to her full height and made direct eye contact, her eyes snapping with fire as she replied, “Liam.”

The tone in her voice sent shivers cascading down his spine and suddenly he didn’t mind that she wasn’t letting him take control this time. He’d heard that tone before and it still both excited and terrified him. He’d seen her this deathly calm and commanding once before. He still had wet dreams about it. His eyes widened and his pupils dilated as she walked in a circle around him, “Do you ever want to have sex with me again?”

“Of course I do.” He whispered, afraid to move.

Her fingers glided gently through his hair, before sinking in with purpose and yanking his head back. He drew in a sharp breath as she brought her mouth to his ear, her exhales brushing gently across the shell as she asked him, “Do you remember that day in your study? On your desk?”

Of fucking course he remembered that day. It was burned into his synapses. And here she was with that same intensity, that same unreadable expression, that same sexual energy rolling off her. He swallowed, hard, then simply nodded.

“Mmmmm.” She ran her tongue lightly around the edge of his ear before nipping the lobe between her teeth. She bit down enough to make him wince, but not pull away. His dick was suddenly at full attention. “Now, are you going to be able to be a good boy and keep your hands to yourself or are you going to be bad, like you were that day when I had to keep reminding you?”

“I…..” His hands found their way to her hips, tugging her forward as his head bent towards her.

She pushed him away and slapped his hand, “That’s what I thought. I knew you were a bad boy, not capable of following directions.”

“Riley-“ He reached for her again and found both wrists encircled with a pair of handcuffs, he was surprised by the spark of anticipatory excitement that pinged through him at the sight, “What’s this?”

“This,” She tugged on them to make sure they were snug, but not overly tight, “is how we ensure you don’t get ahead of yourself, my bratty king.”

Liam lifted his arms experimentally, studying the shiny silver cuffs, the heft of the cool metal spilling adrenaline into his blood stream.

With Liam properly restrained, she turned her attention to Max. “I trust there’ll be no need for restraints on you?”

Max was already breathing heavy from watching Riley with Liam. He was all for being cuffed, spanked, pegged if that’s what she wanted. He was all about submitting to her will. He liked it, he craved it, he wanted it. But he was also acquainted with punishing Riley, the one that could bring him to the edge of orgasm, then deny it to him, over and over again until he was at the edge of insanity. “But you said you understood…”

“I do, sweet boy, I do. I understand exactly why you did what you did.” She said in a low, sultry voice as she walked a circle around him, moving closer with each step, “But your timing was very unfortunate, wasn’t it? You still need to be punished for what you did. You were told to wait for me, and you didn’t, did you?”

Max’s eyes dropped meekly to the floor, “No, mistress, I did not.”

“Don’t worry.” She told him as her fingers lightly trailed across the bulge in his pants before leaning in and letting her breath tickle across his ear as she whispered, “You’ll suffer least. But you will suffer.”

Max suppressed a groan of pleasure as a shiver of anticipation ran through him. All his hesitancy was gone, just like that, vanished in cloud of lust, “Make me suffer then. Do whatever you want with me. Please.”

“Oh, I will.” She purred.

“Fuck.” Liam was watching her with Max, his cock getting stiffer by the moment.

“Now both of you stand there and no touching yourselves.” She instructed as she peeled her clothes off to reveal the laced up the front leather corset underneath. Thigh high black silk stockings were attached to a satin garter belt.

Liam made a strangled sound in the back of his throat, “Don’t you think we’ve suffered enough? First you left us and spent last night with Drake, then you sent that selfie in that fucking red negligee, and now making us watch you undress without being able to touch you?”

“Oh, Liam, honey, sweetheart, no. You haven’t suffered enough yet. Besides, this is fun for me.” She gave him a wicked grin that set his heart racing and made his palms sweat.

She swayed her hips seductively as she crossed the floor to him, “Now hold still while I get you out of these clothes.”

Her fingers made their way down his chest, one button at a time, moving slowly, languidly, like she hadn’t a care in the world, like he wasn’t already rock hard and biting his own lip bloody in the effort to not touch her, not reach for her, not press his body forward.

With each flick of a button, she leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss into his skin. When she was done and the shirt hung completely open, she licked his ear and whispered, “Now I’m going to remove these cuffs long enough to get this shirt off of you then you are going to put your hands behind your back like a good boy and let me cuff you again. Do you understand?”

He drew in a long, slow breath as his tongue darted out to lick his lips. His eyes fell shut as his breathing and heart rate spiked, all he could do was nod. She glanced back to ensure that Max was still following instructions. He was standing perfectly still, his eyes locked on her, fists clenched at his sides. She gave him an approving smile. “Max, baby, come here.”

He moved instantly to her side, his eyes searching hers, awaiting further instructions. He didn’t have to wait long. She palmed him through his pants as she held eye contact, “You’re already hard, aren’t you? You like watching me with Liam, don’t you? Are you a dirty boy, Max?”

“I’m your dirty boy, I like everything you do. If you’re going to fuck Liam, can I please watch?”

“We’ll see where the night goes. For now, I have a job for you. When I uncuff him, you’re going to hold his wrists to ensure he doesn’t touch either one of us. Can you do that?”

Max nodded, his hands itching to touch something, anything.

Riley unlocked the cuffs and slid them off, first one then the other, placing his hands into Max’s as she did so. Liam and Max stood inches apart staring into each other’s eyes, Max’s touch on Liam’s arms sending electricity sparking through both of them. She pushed the button down Armani powder blue shirt off his shoulders. “Let go of his left arm, Max.”

Max dropped his hand away and Riley pulled the shirt free of his left arm, “Now the right.”

Once Liam was shirtless, she pinned his arms behind his back and replaced the handcuffs. He did not resist. “Max, pull his pants down.”

Max’s hands flew to Liam’s crotch as he worked the fastenings of his belt and trousers then he paused, looking to Riley for clarification, “Just his pants? Or his underwear too?”

“Both.”

Max shoved the other man’s pants and underwear down until they tangled around his ankles.

“Sit.” Riley pointed to a chair. Liam backed up and sat down, his eyes flicking back and forth between Riley and Max. He wasn’t sure which one he wanted to touch more. Then Max was kneeling in front of him, removing his shoes, peeling off his pants and Liam couldn’t help but scoot forward in the chair, his body aching to thrust forward into his face.

“Max!” Liam panted, “Let me fuck your mouth.”

A flogger appeared in Riley’s hands seemingly from nowhere and struck him on the outer thigh, the leather tails, thin and stiff, shocking him as the sting of it sent thick tendrils of heat frissioning through him. His body pitched forward as a gasp that was equal parts pleasure and pain issued from his lips.

“Fuck! Riley! What the hell?” His words conveyed shock and displeasure, but his body told another story. He could still feel the fading sting, sharp little bites of pure bliss prickling along his skin.

“What did I tell you my bratty king? You’re supposed to be keeping your hands to yourself and so is Max, yet you give him a command to touch you, knowing how compliant he is, how submissive, how easily bent to your will. Why do you test me like this? What are you trying to prove?” She moved closer, placing a leg on either side of him, straddling him, but not lowering herself onto him. She smirked in satisfaction as he strained upward, using the palms of his hands to push up off the seat of the chair.

She stepped away from him, “Be still, Liam.”

She turned her attention back to Max, who had scooted away from Liam at the appearance of the flogger. “Stand up, Max, let’s get you undressed too.”

Max stood, “You want me to undress myself?”

“Yes. I think Liam and I would like to see a strip tease.” She moved close enough to run her hands across his chest, “Can you do that for us, my sweet boy?”

Max nodded slowly. She knew how it affected him when she called him her anything. Her sweet boy. Her little subby boy. Her boy toy. It made him crazy with desire. It made him want to bow down at her feet and give her anything she wanted, do anything she wanted. It triggered every submissive instinct he had. All he wanted to do was touch her, but he would wait for her to allow it. Nothing turned him on more than pleasing her. Except maybe pleasing Liam.

Riley watched as Max’s body started gyrating as his trembling fingers pulled at the buttons of his shirt. Max could dance. Max could move his body in ways that pushed her towards the edge without a single touch. His body, as it moved, as the muscles rippled and undulated, was a work of art. She bit into her own lip to quell the urge to reach out and touch him.

Her eyes flicked over to Liam, who was clearly having the same reaction. His eyes were glued on Max, his lips slightly parted, his chest heaving with short, shallow breaths. A smile curved up at the corners of her lips. He was being so good. There was literally nothing keeping him in that chair but sheer will power.

Liam was more often sexually dominate, but he could switch. The fact that he was submitting to her now was a conscious choice. The fact that he chose to give her what she demanded was proof to her of his love. Their sex life was the physical manifestation of the push pull nature of their entire relationship, the power dynamic constantly shifting, the two of them testing and challenging each other.

When Max was naked, she summoned him over to her. She grabbed his head with both hands and pulled him into a kiss. His hands stayed clenched tightly at his side, she hadn’t countermanded her no touching order, so he did the thing she was allowing, leaning into that kiss, pouring all the passion swirling through his body into it.

When she pulled back, her fingers flew to her lips as she breathed out, “Damn.”

Max froze, not wanting to step away from her, but not willing to move closer until she told him to.

He didn’t have to wait long, “You can touch me now, Max. Help me get these clothes off, but go slow.”

He eagerly complied. Her clothes came off unhurriedly as he took full advantage of being allowed to touch her. He touched with his hands, with the tips of his fingers, with his mouth, and lips. His tongue traced scorching hot lines down her body.

Liam was ready to cry from frustration. If he couldn’t touch either one of them, he wanted to at least touch himself, but the handcuffs prevented that. He watched as Max sank to his knees in front of a now naked Riley. A quiet whimper broke free from Liam’s lips as he watched Max’s tongue lap greedily between her legs. He watched her hands sink into Max’s hair and her head fall back, eyes closing in pleasure.

Being able to watch but not participate was agony. Beautiful, exquisite agony. He couldn’t decide where to focus, his attention flickering between her face, flushed with ecstasy, and Max’s face as he devoured her.

“Oh God, Max!” Riley’s body curved over him as the orgasm tore through her.

Riley shoved him away, “Now go kiss Liam. I want him to taste me on you.”

Max pulled Liam up from the chair and drew him into a kiss. Liam melted into it, whimpering into his mouth.

Riley approached Liam from behind, one hand caressing his balls, causing his body to jerk and break the kiss as he groaned, “Riley, please, I’m so close already! I need to be inside one of you!”

“Not yet, love.” She crooned at him as she moved to his side and used her finger to swirl the precum around the head of his rock hard dick. Her eyes flicked over to Max to find him just as hard and ready.

“I have an idea.” Riley grinned at them, “Step closer to each other.”

As their bodies pressed together, Riley took both of them in her hand, pressing the undersides of their cocks against each other. Her hand started to move slowly up and down.

“Holy fuck!” Liam’s knees almost buckled out from under him. Her hand on one side of him and Max’s cock pressed up against the other was enough to send him spiraling toward the edge. Just when he could see the end, she stopped.

“Why?” He panted as he looked at her, his eyes confused, and lust filled.

Max was panting even harder than Liam. He was trembling as small whimpers spiraled out of him.

“Why?” She scoffed, “Because you’re being punished, remember?”

Liam squirmed as his arms twisted around, trying to find a way out of the cuffs, “This feels excessive. I’ve learned my lesson. Uncuff me my love. Please?”

Riley smirked, “I think it’s poetic. The punishment fits the crime perfectly. Your inability to keep your hands to yourself for five more minutes is what got you into this predicament, now isn’t it?”

“I told you he provoked me!”

“I’m aware.” She gave him a teasing grin before turning to Max, “How you doing there my sweet boy?”

Max looked at her with tears in his eyes, “Please, Riley, I’m so fucking close….”

She ran a hand through his hair, “Ok. Go lay down on the bed.”

Max complied as Riley sashayed over to Liam with the key in her hand, “I’m going to uncuff you and you’re going to help me with Max, ok?”

“Help you with Max? What about me? I can’t take much more, Riley, I need release!”

“Do you want to argue, or do you want to be uncuffed?”

He went completely still as he stared into her eyes for several moments before he acquiesced, “Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Nothing you won’t enjoy.” She told him. He could complain all he wanted. He was enjoying this little game. His raging hard on was proof of that.

Liam rubbed his wrists as he fought the urge to just grab her and throw her onto the bed. “What do you want me to do to Max?”

“Whatever you want, short of actually fucking him. You can touch him with your hands and mouth, but not your dick.”

Liam groaned as his head fell back, “You are a cruel mistress.”

She gave him a wicked grin, “And you like it.”

“I fucking love it!” He growled at her. He contemplated turning the tables on her, but Max did deserve release. He was so close it was painful, that was obvious from the way he lay on the bed, his body trembling, soft whimpers escaping him as his hands dug into the sheets.

Riley pulled out a vibrator as Liam’s lips touched the side of Max’s neck and started a trek downward. Max writhed under their touch as Liam’s tongue and teeth found his nipple and Riley’s finger toyed with the sensitive area between his balls and his hole. The sound of the vibrator clicking on caused his dick to throb even harder than it already was.

Liam’s tongue found his dick just as the vibrator slid into him. Liam licked and teased his tip as Riley expertly worked him with the toy. Max heard a ringing in his ears as Liam’s lips closed around him and the smooth, vibrating plastic hit his prostate. His awareness narrowed to the sensations they were causing, and he cried out both their names as he crashed over the edge, his hips bucking up, thrusting himself into Liam’s mouth as hot ribbons of cum spurted out of him.

Max dropped back onto the bed, his body beaded with sweat, the relief so overwhelming that it caused laughter to burble out as he lay there gasping and shuddering. “Oh my fucking god, that was amazing!”

Liam sat up and licked his lips in satisfaction.

“Did you just swallow that?” Riley asked.

Liam locked eyes with her as he licked his lips again and nodded.

Her pupils dilated, “Holy fucking shit! That’s hot!”

“Yeah?” He reached for her, “Want a taste?”

His lips crashed into hers and his tongue pushed into her mouth. She wrapped both arms around him and deepened the kiss. His hands, finally free, traveled across her curves and glided down the expanse of smooth skin so his fingers could settle at her core.

Their lips and tongues continued their dance, entwining with each other as his fingers twirled at her wet, slick center. Her hand pulled savagely at his hair as he pushed her over the edge again. The orgasm crashed into her like a tidal wave as she rocked forward into his hand and cried out her pleasure into his mouth.

“Why on earth would you ever deny me the pleasure of touching you when you and I both know how much you like it?” He made eye contact with her as he lifted his fingers to his mouth and licked her off of them.

“Ok, then my kinky king. I suppose you’ve suffered enough.” She told him as she pushed him back so he was laying next to Max on the mattress.

He waited for her to straddle him then he hooked a leg around her and flipped her over so he was on top. He grabbed both her legs and placed a foot on each of his shoulders.

Riley was still tingling from the last orgasm as Liam entered her. She turned her head to look at her other lover. Max rolled onto to his side and grinned at her as his hand slipped down to play with her clit. Max’s fingers combined with Liam’s thrusts sent her hurtling over the precipice a third time. She reached for Max, digging her fingers into his shoulder as shudders tore through her body.

Liam wasn’t far behind her. He watched the ecstasy sweep across her face and felt her tighten around him. He called out her name as he buried himself in her. The damn burst open as he poured himself into her, pulse after pulse.

He dropped her legs from his shoulders so he could fall to the bed, collapsing on the other side of her. He drew deep, heaving breaths into his lungs. He felt like he’d just finished running a marathon. He turned his head to the side to look at her and blissful contentment washed through him. He was so happy, he felt giddy.

Max and Liam both scooted close to her, each laying their head on her chest, staring into each other’s eyes as she ran her fingers through their hair.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” She teased.

“I guess if that’s punishment, I’m afraid a reward might kill me!” Liam laughed.

“That was fucking intense, is what it was.” Max said, “In the best possible way.”

Liam lifted his head to look at her, “You know we didn’t mean to forget about you last night-“

“Shhh, it’s ok, I know.” She soothed. “I was aggravated in the moment, but I do understand.”

“If you understand, why don’t you explain it to me?” Liam sat up, searching her face, then Max’s.

“Max? Do you want to tell him?” Riley asked unwilling to tell Max’s secrets without his permission.

Max propped up on an elbow and tugged at the corner of a pillowcase as he avoided Liam’s eyes, “I don’t know. I just wanted to see what would happen if I flirted with that guy.”

“But why?” Liam was still confused; his eyes went from Max to Riley as she sat up and leaned back against the headboard.

Max shrugged; his gaze still locked on the pillowcase. “Maybe I just wanted to see if you would care!”

“Of course I care! Why would you think I wouldn’t care?”

Riley sighed, “Liam. Max wants to know if this is just sex to you or if it’s something more. Right, Max?”

Max glanced up at her then over to Liam, then back to her. He nodded before dropping his eyes back to the pillowcase.

Liam felt shock course through him. His head swiveled quickly from Max to Riley then back again, “What? I thought that was obvious!”

Riley sighed again, “Liam, I love you but seriously, you are not good at this!”

“But…” Liam addressed his remarks to Max, “I told you this was about more than sex to me!”

Max lifted his head and made full eye contact with Liam, “How much more?”

Oh. Oh! Understanding flooded over him. He knew how he felt, but he’d been afraid to say it, afraid of upsetting the status quo. He was afraid Max didn’t feel the same way, afraid of how Riley would react. Sure, she was fine with him fucking Max, but that was different than having feelings for him, from loving him. But a quick glance at her face told him he’d been wrong.

Riley had been telling him that she was in love with more than one person for awhile now. He’d understood it on an intellectual level. He wasn’t naïve, he knew what polyamory was, he’d just never thought he could be in love with two people at the same time. But he could. He was.

“A lot more! I…I love you!” He blurted out before he could second guess himself.

“Really?” The expression on Max’s face was reminiscent of a kid on Christmas morning and Liam couldn’t help but smile back.

“Really.” Whatever small part of him had still believed Riley was full of shit and just using Max to torture him, whatever doubts he still harbored about all it, vanished as he watched her face light up with delight at his confession. He took her hand in his, “That makes you happy?”

“Yes! Now we’re really, really a throuple!” She threw an arm around each of them, drawing them into a group hug. Max bounced up onto his knees and leaned into it.

“All this drama over three little words.” Liam shook his head.

“It could have all been avoided if you just knew how to be honest about your feelings!” Riley chided him.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Max asked, “Then we would have missed out on the punishment sex, and that would be a damn shame because it was fucking amazing! Torturous, yes, but amazing!”

“He’s not wrong, love.” Liam told her.

“But why didn’t you just tell him how you felt?” Riley pushed.

Liam looked away, “I don’t know…maybe it was too soon….maybe it would push you away….”

“Push me away?” Riley asked incredulously, “You thought I’d be mad about it?”

“I mean…..you can be a bit…” Liam searched frantically for the right word to convey what he had been feeling without insulting her.

Max just jumped right in, “Possessive? Jealous? Off the charts crazy?”

“Max!” Riley hit him with a pillow, but she was laughing.

Liam shook his head, “How the hell does Max get away with that? If I’d said it, you’d probably be packing your shit and going back to Drake’s room.”

Riley didn’t have to think about the answer, “I know he’s joking. I mean, he’s not joking, it’s true, but he says it in a joking manner. I can’t explain it, Liam, but Max just doesn’t judge me. You do.”

“I don’t judge you, Riley. I’ve just been guilty of being possessive, jealous and maybe a little crazy myself.”

Her eyebrows shot up, “A little?”

Liam barked out an unexpected laugh, “Ok, maybe a lot! But I was right all along. We belong together. I just didn’t realize Max belong with us too.”

“All that time you spent seeing me as competition when we could have been doing this all along!” Max leaned across Riley’s naked body to capture Liam’s lips in heated kiss.

“Damn.” Liam sighed when Max pulled away, “You’re right. I’m an idiot.”

“But you’re our idiot.” Riley told him as she ran a hand affectionately through his hair, “And we love you. Don’t we, Max?”

“We do.” Max agreed, “Now can we get some dinner? I don’t know about you two, but I worked up an appetite!”

“Yeah,” Liam agreed, “I came so hard it hurt, but in a good way!”

“Same!” Max nodded his head vigorously.

“Ok, punishment time is over,” Riley smiled at them, “Who wants to take a shower with me before we eat?”

“Me!” Both men shouted.

They all three traipsed into the bathroom, touching, laughing, joking, tripping over each other and generally being in love. For tonight, at least, everything was right with the world.

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Since everyone has been nagging at me to take it easy, I've finally gone ahead and... made an attempt.

Look, with a garden you don't get days off, so sue me!

I did make my second glow worm farm, so hopefully now I'll get more worms! Does mean more beachcombing for me, but like... This is not a hardship. I can take pictures of the amazing view too!

Though I probably shouldn't drag Jel with me more than maybe once a week. The man has so many commissions and I certainly can't sew well enough to help him catch up! He does seem to enjoy me sitting near at hand though, while he's working on something. We don't talk, he sews, I... read.

He swears I can practice the lute, but I don't really want him to hear me do it badly. So the lute stays home for now. Mostly I read, but...

Well, while I can't say Caleri's library is bad, I will say that it feels like it's missing something. History is all well and good, but... History can be dry and dull, and I want... I don't know. More than that? I've tried to read Auni's books about a hero, but they read too... I suppose picturesque. They're made for kids, and I'm not a kid. I want a little realism in my stories, but not a lot of realism.

Lark thinks I should write my own book, but I don't know. I know what reads as good prose, I don't know if I can write my own. I don't even know what I'd write about, and I feel like anyone who learned I was writing would expect something Very Human from me, like... i don't know, an autobiography or something?

Which I bet I would find boring even if I did remember where I'd come from. And writing of how my life in Kilima has gone so far... that's just these journal entries. Way too personal.

Maybe I'm thinking about it too much, I don't know...

On a less existential crisis note, I have finished some more house stuff!

The bathroom is tiny, no lie, but it's amazing. Honestly, the hardest part was the wall paneling stuff! Tish helped me install the sink and the overhead cupboard.... mostly by using Reth as a tall person~ I paid him in macarons.

Look, I offered coin, but he said no! So I had to get sneaky and threaten him with Lark! He said I played dirty and took the macarons. So... I win? Jel was a little put out that I didn't ask him, but he was impressed with how I put it together. He also said this little living room is cozy, and he can't wait for all of us to gather again for more board games and scary stories.

Reth is not allowed to tell scary stories any more. Or at least, not Grimalkin themed ones. Jeez. I couldn't sleep after he told that one, and ended up crashing on the couch in Jel's shop for a midday nap.

I think Jel found it cute. But yeah. I'm not letting Reth tell stories again.

I want to make a couple more chairs, since Reth said he wanted to invite Tish next time we played. Maybe I could make a small room off the kitchen for storage? Oh, or I've got an extra tent packed away, maybe I could use that for holding any extra chairs and things for if I get more guests.

I mean, it's that or I build room onto the kitchen and make the dining room bigger and fancier, and I just.. I dunno. I'm not a fancy person? I'll have to think about it.

It's kinda funny though; every time I think I'm done with my house, I get a new idea. And I still want to paint and sew things in a more... me color scheme, but I also really could use that stroage upgrade Tish says she has. I've almost got enough. And man, it's hard to resist buying the paintings and rugs down in the nightmarket. I've managed it so far, but dang is it hard!

Good thing I don't need any more flow tech from Zeki...

Maybe if I sketch out the room, I can figure out what I want before I buy anything... And remind myself that I want the house to be comfortable and cozy for all my friends.

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Selfshiptember Day 1: First Time Meeting

[me pov]

“Walking into a store that has a giant UFO displayed in the front seems kind of ironic don’t you think?” I asked staring at the display of Fry’s Electronics. The parking lot was barren; a sign of the days of shopping in person becoming a thing of the past. Only a few cars scattered and OJ’s pickup truck painted the scene, they practically looked like ants in front of the gigantic store. The only response to my question was a slight laugh from Em as we all walked into the store. I wasn’t sure of anything technical or electronic so I let Em and OJ do their thing as I walked around the slightly empty store. I’ve never been in a store like this before so I took it all in before darting to the small candy aisle.

“Whoops- sorry…” I mumbled an apology when I almost bumped into an employee. She seemed to not be too bothered by it before glancing at her co-worker and letting out a chuckle. I looked at her name tag and it said ‘Nessie’ until I tried not to focus once she faced me and gave a smug smile.

“Good luck.” Was all I heard before she walked away. It left me confused before grabbing two bags of gummy bears and going to the vacant register, bumping into Em and OJ on my way.

“You guys find what you were looking for?” I ask as I observed the small bagged up electrical items in their cart. “It doesn’t look like a lot..”

“Oh this kinda sweaty looking guy who checked us out has the rest. Said we couldn’t be able to install it ourselves so he’s coming by later.” Emerald answered before giving a mischievous face. “The stuff we bought wasn’t the only thing he was checking out though.”

Connecting the dots with Nessie’s comment now Em’s ‘joke’ made me roll my eyes. The last thing I need is a possible neckbeard wanting to ask me out.

“Ha ha. Very funny.”

“It’s true! Go buy your candy and tell me about it! We’ll be waiting for you outside!” Emerald encouraged me before I huffed and separated from the two.

Walking felt like an eternity trying to decipher or fathom who was even at the register. The neckbeard possibility wasn’t too far off, I mean I probably didn’t choose the best fashion choice today when it comes to warding off those kind of guys (in case you were wondering yes I was wearing my matching cinnamonroll tank + shorts combo and my on brand Lizzie McGuire looking shoes). I kind of avoided eye contact upon arriving at the register as I put the two bags of candy on the flat surface.

“Hi. These two please.” I said blankly before looking up and. Oh man. He was hot-

[Angel’s pov]

Oh shit. Oh fuck she ended up coming up by herself. If Nessie told her anything I swear to-

“Oh hey Um- welcome to Fry’s…” I awkwardly made the obligatory start to her. It’s not everyday you get broken up with and feeling like love is dead for a week straight.. then being met with possibly the light of your life. But today was that day, as crazy as that sounded. I mean- two folks walking in vaguely implying ufo hunting was already crazy but this was the cherry on top. She was beautiful. I’m not sure who the silly rabbit thing was on her clothes but that just added to the cuteness. There was a slight couple seconds of silence before she looked red.

[me pov]

OH NOOOO HES HOT. I couldn’t even hide my red face.

“Oh man - summer am I right?” I said in an attempt to make it less obvious I was red over him, although in hindsight I’m sure it didn’t help at all.

“Oh I get you, it kinda slips in even with the air conditioning..” He added on. He quickly looked to see the candy before frantically scanning them. “Okay that’s gonna be..6.98” He said, talking kind of slower as if he didn’t want the conversation to end. I didn’t want it to either. I grabbed a $5 from my pocket before realization hit.

I needed two more dollars..

I started patting my pockets which was a habit when I was forgetting something as I noted he was focusing on this action.

“..I’m sorry can you take one of those off, I can only get one. I think I left my bag in the truck..” I apologized kind of mentally hitting myself in the head as to why I left my bag in the truck in an empty parking lot where anybody can break in and take it.

“Oh hey..don’t worry about it. I’ll just-“ He took both candy bags and attempted to slip them both in the shopping bag until he noticed an older man from afar looking at him before placing just one candy bag in the plastic bag. “Sorry..”

“Hey it’s fine, I appreciate the though-“ I said before seeing his name tag.

Angel… fitting for the sweet act he was going to do.

“….thank you for almost letting me steal from your job.” A chuckle escaped his lips as I handed him the $5. Change was given as I took it from his slightly sweaty hand. Something that could be seen as gross, was a sign I was leaving a good impression on him. “I’ll see you around I hope.” Knowing he’d come by to Haywood in a little while.

“I hope so- I mean! Yeah I hope to see you around too!” Angel said awkwardly. I then made my way outside hoping I wasn’t keeping OJ and Em outside for long.

[me pov]

Waiting for Angel felt like an eternity. The only thing keeping me grounded from thinking about him was the looming fear of an extra terrestrial attacking at any second and Emerald slumped on the porch asking me a million questions about him. However, before I could attempt to answer any of them, a van with ‘Fry’s Tech Team’ written on the side pulled up to the front of the farmhouse.

“There’s your loverboy~” Em teased as I shook my head in reply. The three of us gathered by the van as he came out, let out a yawn and greeted us.

“Sup.”

An opening of the van’s back doors and a scream from him (immediately calmed by OJ) later Em was off to their own devices as me, him and OJ were left. Overhearing their conversation, a few things were noticed.

A name of a woman going by “Rebecca Diaz”.

Rebecca Diaz is not only a model but an actress. Is going to be on the CW.

And she’s Angel’s ex (she dumped him).

Dread filled my entire body as I started realizing ‘hey maybe you were overthinking everything at the store? maybe he really was hot from the summer heat?’. I slumped a bit before feeling a tap on my shoulder, the dread grew deeper as Angel was in my sights.

“Hey, I think I owe you something.” He grinned before handing me the second bag of gummy bears.

“Wh- how?” I asked. Although I was moreso curious why he cared about something so small than how he got them.

“I had Nessie distract our boss while I snuck them into the van.” He gave a playful wink which didn’t help the dread I felt a minute prior. I held the bag close as my smile grew.

“….you didn’t have to do that. I’ll pay you back- here I have the change you gave me-“ I used my free hand to reach for my pocket as he waved his hands in objection.

“Hey- it’s okay you don’t have to pay me it’s just four dollars it’s okay.” Angel objected before pursing his lips and raising an eyebrow. “Although I wouldn’t mind being repaid with a couple gummy bears…”

Said proposal made an unexpected chuckle escape from me as I lightly punched his shoulder. Noting the sudden playful smile on his face.

“I accept the gummy bear payment. I’ll make sure to save you half after you- do what you gotta do out here.” We both stood smiling for what felt like a minute before OJ started to guide him where to put up the cameras.

“HEY!” Angel shouted from a couple feet away. “I DIDN’T GET YOUR NAME!”

Another chuckle escaped. “I’M MIA!” I shouted back humoring him. A second of silence for him to process hit.

“COOL! .. JUST LIKE THE MOVIE!” The joke made me playfully roll me eyes. “I’M ANGEL!”

“I KNOW I SAW YOUR NAME TAG EARLIER.” I could hear him laugh from a longer distance as I waved to him before sitting back on the porch.

Even if this ufo is something to possibly be feared of, I gotta thank whatever it is for this.

WOO BOY. First finished fic of selfshiptember.. only 29 to go X]!! Hopefully y’all liked it im really rusty with my writing but this month will be like a fun exercise for me! THANKING THE OP OF THE PROMPT LIST @strawberry--bat for coming up with this fun month long list I’m so excited to do the other ones …

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dollystuartwrites · 2 years

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7&ME - Chapter 3 - Spell

Pairing: OT7 x F!Reader

Genre: fluff, smut, idol AU, straight, bisexual, gay, threesome

Wordcount: 1277

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] [11] - [12] - [13] - [14] - [15] - [16] - [17] - [18] - [19] - [20] [21] - [22] - [23] - [24] - [25] - [26] - [27] - [28] - [29] - [30] MASTERLIST Wanna read all the chapters right now? You can find the complete story for free on WATTPAD

Summary: Miracles do happen! Somehow you've finally managed to secure a job at a big company! Even though it'll be a 24/7 job, they promised you a fat paycheck, so you don't care what the job is... But what if the job is managing 7 grown men? Seven men who all have needs...

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, fingering, size kink, oral (f&m receiving), dirty talk, gay sex, threesome sex, bisexual sex, implied masturbation, this is super vanilla compared to most of my stories, let me know what I missed.

Y O U R P E R S P E C T I V E

'So this is your room,' Namjoon said, opening the door for me.

The room was large, larger than any bedroom I had ever been in. It had a beautiful kingsized bed against the back wall. On the opposing side were two large closets, which I would never be able to fill, and a cute make-up table in between with a large mirror.

My eyes went wide in awe.

'Sorry, about the size. It might be the smallest room in the house, but at least it has its own bathroom,' Namjoon apologized, pointing to the door at the other side of the room.

'Thank you so much,' I bowed deeply to him and the boys who were standing behind him.

'Some of the furniture might be a bit damaged since this used to be my old room,' Yoongi said, standing in the door opening and rubbing his thumb over a dent in the doorpost.

'We also didn't have time to install a TV and computer for you yet,' Jungkook said, pointing out the empty desk in the corner of the room.

'That's no problem, no problem at all,' I said hastily, bowing again.

The boys chuckled.

'Well,' Namjoon said, clapping his hands together, 'we shall leave it at that for today. It's already late, and you're probably tired. We have a shoot early tomorrow morning, but feel free to sleep in on your first day. No need for pressure, this is your home now and we want you to become comfortable here. So don't work too hard on your first day, okay?' Namjoon smiled friendly.

'Thank you so much,' I bowed at them. The boys chuckled again before turning around and leaving the room.

'Good night!' Hoseok waved at me.

The door closed behind them.

I sat down on my bed and looked at my hands. This must be a dream right? It must be.

I pinched myself.

It hurt.

I let myself fall flat on my back on the bed.

I couldn't believe it.

I was working directly for one of the biggest k-pop groups in the world!

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T A E H Y U N G P E R S P E C T I V E

'Do you think she's asleep by now?' I asked Seokjin. He turned around looking at the door.

All of us were lounging in the living room after we had shown y/n her room. She hadn't come out since, and hours had already passed.

'I think she just had to unpack her stuff and settled down. But yeah, she's probably sleeping,' Seokjin said, understanding my concern.

'I can't believe she wasn't familiar with us,' Jimin said as he put down a card. He and Jungkook were playing poker.

'I think it's rather funny,' Yoongi said. We all looked at him.

'I mean, how many resumes have we seen? Must have been over a hundred. And of all the people, we pick her, a girl who barely even knows who we are. It's funny,' he explained.

'I guess it is,' Hoseok shrugged.

Jungkook suddenly put down all his cards.

'Do you think she's okay?' he asked, now looking at her door too, his voice clearly concerned. 'I mean, maybe we should take a look to be sure,'

Jimin put down his cards now too.

Everyone was looking at her door now.

'I'm going to take a peek,' I said impulsively.

'Tae, no!' Namjoon hissed, but I had already crossed the room and was standing in front of her door.

Very slowly and carefully I opened the door ever so slightly. The lights were still on. She was lying on her side on the bed, on top of the blankets. Her clothes were still on and her small suitcase was still in the same spot as when we had been inside.

Her eyes were closed.

She was fast asleep.

'She's sleeping!' I mouthed at the boys, waving my hands.

Jungkook got up too and walked over, followed by Jimin.

Carefully they peeked inside as well.

They both smiled at each other.

'She even looks pretty when she sleeps,' Jimin whispered, a side smile on his face, waving at the others to come to take a look as well.

Namjoon, Hoseok, Seokjin, and Yoongi looked at each other for a second before standing up and coming over too.

I held the door open for them.

They all took a peek at her and smiled.

Yoongi tiptoed into the room. I held my breath, as did the others.

Very carefully and quietly he put a blanket over her.

She stirred and all of us froze on the spot.

But she didn't wake up. She only moved her arm above her head, the way a model would pose.

We all exhaled slightly.

She looked beautiful. Not the way a model or an idol would look. But normal beautiful. Exactly our type.

It had been very difficult picking someone to support us. For starters, it had been hard to convince the company that we needed one. They wanted to assign is personal assistants, but we didn't want that. We knew we needed someone to be with us in the household. To keep the peace. To help us out. But we also didn't want someone to have just a work relationship with us. How would we ever listen to someone we just paid but we didn't really know at all? Or who didn't know us?

Then we had to convince them that we wanted to pick the person ourselves. We had all agreed on this. We knew the company would probably choose someone who was highly qualified. Someone who'd be like a hotel manager or a school director. That's not what we wanted. We needed someone real. A person with feelings, who wouldn't see us as a job, to make money, or a means to climb the ladder or make a name for themselves. We wanted someone who was innocent. Who would and could be emotional with us, but also strict. Someone who would be our friend maybe more than anything.

When we first saw y/n's profile we chose to discard it. Agreeing that she would probably be too pretty. But as we kept rejecting resume after resume, we kept coming back to y/n. Eventually, we couldn't deny it anymore. We all wanted her.

It was funny. We always share most of our stuff, even though we have different likes and dislikes. But we all agreed that whenever we saw her picture, she touched something in our hearts.

We knew we would have a hard time. After all, we were men, and she was a woman. But we would try our best.

I looked at her face. Now that she was here, actually here, not just a photo, she seemed even more beautiful.

Images, thoughts, and urges started to awaken inside me as I watched her sleep. With some difficulty, I looked over at the other guys, who were watching you too. It was clear I was not the only one who felt this way about her.

Jimin's eyes were narrowed. Hobi's mouth was slightly open. Jin was breathing a little faster than usual. Jungkook was biting his lip and Namjoon was stroking his bottom lip with his thumb.

Yoongi looked at me, smiling slightly. I knew he could see it in my face too. He turned off the light inside the room and carefully lifted my hand from the door, which I was still holding onto.

Quietly he closed the door.

She had only been here a few hours, and we were already under her spell.

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cushfuddled · 2 years

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Could I ask you for advice on making YouTube videos, please? I'm thinking of making one, but I have no experience WHATSOEVER on it (and I mean, literally two days ago I googled a tutorial for editing videos to find out the name of main video editing software, I basically just entered kindergarten). So the broadest, most seemingly obvious advice would help immensely. I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. I'm still trying to figure out if you can make a video without talking.

HIYA!

Yes, you can definitely make a video without talking. I don't watch a lot of those vids, but there are plenty of people who use text-to-speech software rather than their real voices (some text-to-speech programs have gotten really good). You can also hire someone to read your script for you...If anyone has a site to recommend (where you can hire readers), please reply!

I've heard good things about HitFilm Express. It works a lot like Premiere, and there's a free version available. You can also use whichever free movie program comes with your computer or phone, though! I know of a YouTuber with over a million subs who edits his videos entirely on his phone.

I use yt5s to download YouTube videos. I download animated shows and movies from this version of KimCartoon and download live action stuff from sites like the Pirate Bay. Make sure to install a VPN before torrenting anything, btw. Last year I got an email from my internet provider like "we noticed you illegally downloaded a film :3" and BOY did THAT light my ass on fire to hide my IP. I currently use NordVPN, but there are probably faster ones out there lol.

If you go to the YouTube Studio tab on YT, then the "audio library" page listed on the left sidebar, YouTube gives you a great selection of no-copyright music.

I don't know what type of videos you want to make, but if you're interested in making review-style content, I've noticed that videos that focus on a specific topic tend to do better for small channels than broad reviews (example: "How A Snake Ruined Star Wars" performs better than "Rise of Skywalker Review"). In that situation you can use the snake as a vehicle to talk about the whole film, but a narrower premise tends to get more clicks these days. That, or titles like "In Defense of The Rise of Skywalker" or "The Rise of Skywalker Sucked" would still fare better than "Rise of Skywalker Review."

It's true: negative reviews perform better than positive reviews. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Do what you will with this information.

The algorithm will sometimes bury your video if your title or thumbnail contains words from this list. I've had one of my videos shadowbanned because I used the word "abuse" in the thumbnail. Some people will tell you that you should avoid swearing within the first minute of your video or so (because the bots will pick up on the bad language and restrict your video)...I've never tested this out, but. Better safe than sorry I guess.

Don't worry about monetization for a while, probably? You have to reach a certain amount of watch-time before you qualify for that program. If you do want to make sure your videos are monetizable later, though...use non-copyrighted music, and cut your clips so they're under ten seconds each. Copyrighted music needs to be under eight seconds to evade the bots. YMS explains this in the first couple minutes of this video: [x]

Don't put pressure on yourself to make a popular channel right out of the gate. Sometimes people do get a lot of attention right away, but most people don't start to get real traffic for at least a year? So yeah. Try to make whatever content you want to make and not worry too much about the numbers.

#hope this helps! :D <33

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nobitchesformissquinn · 11 months

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The official nobitchesformissquinn yoga recommendations list

As many may know one way or another, when I practice yoga, I practice along with DVDs, VHS tapes, and YouTube channels.

As of writing this, I have 75 DVDs and and 7 VHS tapes on yoga and meditation or that contain a yoga workout in some form that I have bought over the span of three years. I am also subscribed to several different yoga-related YouTube channels.

These are my recommendations for DVDs, VHS tapes, and channels that I swear by for those looking to start yoga, separated by category.

You can easily find the DVDs and tapes recommended second-hand, usually for cheap, but it's always worth checking places like Amazon Prime Video or... [ahem] other sources for digital copies.

DVDs/VHS

- "Yoga Journal's Yoga Practice for Beginners", with Patricia Walden

This is an hour-long practice presented and demonstrated by Patricia Walden, a long-time yoga teacher and student of B.K.S. Iyengar. After a beautiful cold open where Patricia practices all sorts of poses, you are introduced to the progran and to props, which are used in some of the 23 different poses and variations taught in this video. There are additional installments in the "Yoga Journal's Yoga Practice for _____" series that are worth checking out once you really get going.

- "A.M. Yoga for Beginners", with Rodney Yee

If you're looking for a good way to kick off the day, this 20 minute practice may just fit the bill. Here, master yogi and star of lots and lots of yoga videos Rodney Yee guides you through breathing, slow and easy stretches (a couple involving a strap), gentle standing and seated poses, and to round it off, a brief meditation. This was often released on DVD paired with one or both of the next two recommendations.

- "P.M. Yoga for Beginners", with Patricia Walden

Patricia from the "Yoga Practice" series returns for this nearly half-hour long practice consisting of breathing, twists, standing poses, seated poses, and a deep relaxation to help get all the tension out of you before bed to ensure the best damn sleep you'll ever have. Prop modifications involving blocks and a strap are shown in this program. This is usually released paired with "A.M. Yoga" and, on much older releases, the following program.

- "Stress Relief Yoga for Beginners", with Suzanne Deason

Yoga and Pilates teacher Suzanne Deason guides you through this 20 minute long supported practice involving breathing; sometimes in sync with movement, your blocks, and your strap. Props are absolutely necessary for this one though once you practice long time, you can get wild and phase out props for certain poses...

- "Lilias, Yoga, and You"/"Lilias!" and all of the direct-to-video workouts by Lilias Folan

Lilias Folan is a yoga teacher, an icon of modern yoga, and the hostess of a long-running yoga TV show presented by WCET-TV in Cincinnati, Ohio and broadcast on PBS stations from the early '70s to the late '90s. Her shows and direct-to-video programs introduce to the viewer all sorts of poses and different ways to modify them to their needs. The direct-to-video programs are mainly aimed at older people but you know what? I'm 22 years old and I absolutely love her and her stuff.

Sadly, master tapes for many early episodes of her PBS show were wiped and reused by WCET for other stuff. Home recordings of the '70s episodes do survive and you can find them online alongside episodes from the '80s and '90s.

- The "Yoga with Linda Arkin" series, with Linda Arkin

Linda Arkin, the yoga teacher and co-host of a very, very old USA Network lifestyle show that I can barely find stuff about online, presents four programs in this direct-to-video series, three of which later released together on DVD. These are genuinely gentle practices that are ideal for those starting out. My favorite installment is "Yoga for Relaxation with Linda Arkin", consisting of easy-peasy poses to help you relax. You also learn 'palming' in it.

- "Yoga Conditioning for Weight Loss", with Suzanne Deason

Believe it or not, this is what started it all for me. If you want any idea as to how much I love this program, I own three copies of it. Anyway, this is the program that Suzanne Deason is best known for. This sold well, won awards, spawned three sequels, and got re-released God knows how many times back in the day, and for good reason. This is the "Citizen Kane" of yoga videos.

Suzanne and three other instructors Merrily, Marne, and Veronica demonstrate four variations of the practice. Suzanne does the complete practice while the three other ladies do it with varying modifications with blocks and a strap. Admittedly, this is a practice to be done once you've gotten the basics nailed down.

Bonus recommendation: "Meditation for Beginners", with Maritza

If you've gotten curious about meditation, then this is a great introduction. Yoga and meditation teacher Maritza guides you through a short yoga practice, a 20-minute body scan meditation (yoga nidra), and a 20-minute seated meditation. You can do the hour-long program in one go or just put on the body scan or seated meditation. Personally, I have done the body scan many times before bed and the seated meditation after quite a few afternoon yoga sessions. It's a lovely meditation program.

YOUTUBE CHANNELS

- Yoga with Adriene

Adriene Mishler, a yoga teacher, occasional actress, and voice actress for a couple multiplayer online games, is the cream of the crop of online yoga. There are many very good reasons why she has 12 million subscribers and her videos garner an average of 1-2 million views. Adriene inspires her viewers to 'find what feels good' and to take time to show up and care for themselves so they can care for others while she teaches her own style of practice. At the start of every year for eight years as of writing, Adriene cranks out a 30-day 'yoga journey' series. This year's journey was Center. Oh yeah, there's a dog who appears in a lot of the videos names Benji.

- Yoga with Bird

Bird, alias of Francine Cipollone, is a yoga teacher in Canada who has been making and posting yoga and meditation videos for six years as of writing. Most of her yoga practices are under 20 minutes long and cover many different styles of yoga for all parts of the day. There is certainly something for everyone on this channel and it deserves as much love as Adriene.

- SarahBethYoga

Sarah Beth's videos cover four different styles of yoga; vinyasa, hatha, restorative/yin, and power. Just about all of her YouTube catalog consists of workouts that are a half-hour long or less. She has also done videos on ways to improve your practices and infuse more yoga into your life.

- Yoga with Kassandra

Kassandra Reinhardt, another Canadian yoga teacher and the author of "Year of Yoga" and a deck of affirmation cards, has been the "#1 resource for free online Vinyasa & Yin yoga" according to the channel description for around ten years. Over half of her practices are a half-hour long or less. Like Yoga with Adriene, Kassandra has also done some multi-day challenges. If you're looking to take a dip in yin, this chick is for you.

Bonus recommendation: Jessamyn Stanley

Jessamyn is a queer black yoga teacher, author of "Every Body Yoga", and founder of The Underbelly, a yoga streaming service. Her yoga videos are aimed towards beginners and plus-size people. Jessamyn also does vlogs, reviews, and a podcast entitled "Dear Jessamyn" where she gives relationship/sex/lifestyle advice. If you enjoy her yoga practices and want more, you can sign up for either her Underbelly site or a channel membership right on YouTube.

Next time I post about yoga, I will be talking about yoga mats and props, the ones you really need, the mat I have, and the mats I will never stop gawking in need over. I will now return you to your regularly scheduled Duran Duran posts.

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Travelling with children advice

I was asked recently about advice for travelling with young children.

My family including our now 4.5 and 2 year olds, left home almost a year ago and I have this advice: after about 37 accomodations and eight countries.

Travel light. Lighter than you think. Being as little stuff as possible.

Lots of snacks. More than you think you need.

Make iPad/TV shows a special treat. Fish out the special treat when necessary for sanity or social goodwill like in a line, stuck in a train or plane cabin, or a restaurant.

Discipline your kids lovingly and well in private so they are awesome humans when in public.

Teach your kids to be bored and look at everything out the window.

Figure out what kind of daily sleep/wake/activity routine or schedule works best for your kids and run with it so that all of you have a good day and you’re not dragging your kids through a hike they were never going to enjoy.

Expect to see and do far less things than you imagined. If we do one travel or touristy thing a day that’s a win. Two is a big day. Three is a mistake.

When in lines at immigration or other important things, and they’re really unhappy, just grin and bare it. It’s a few minutes of everyone’s life, we’ll all be fine, and all the other assholes around you have been expecting the tantrum anyway. If people look at us or comment on a tantrum, I just joke about it like “sorry, she just learned about taxes” or “sorry, this is my first abduction and it’s not really going well.”

Teach your kids their names, ages, and your names so that when police come after you make a joke about abductions you can price they’re yours. Make sure they know not to joke about who their parents are and what their names are.

Bring extra dummies/soothers.

We swear by the Phil & Ted’s Travel Cot version 5. Not sponsored. We’ve tried the rest, the Bugaboo is awesome, Phil & Ted’s is better.

We also swear by the BabyZen YoYo and/or the Baby Jogger City Tour travel prams. The rest are not as good.

When boarding flights ask the staff where to “put the kids” as if you’re expecting them to not sit with you. So if with a straight face, and kind of hold the child out toward the staff, gesturing that they can take them now.

Book accomodation that is walkable to public transport and parks. Nothing else in your life matters more than a good playground. Also look for accomodation with cooking facilities, you’re going to want to cook at home.

Whatever you order for them at a restaurant will not be good enough so share meals. Encourage them to try new foods. Our mantra is that you can’t say you don’t like something if you haven’t tried it yet.

Almost all long queues can be skipped if you are a family, or if you accidentally go down the not-foreign-passport line, or if your kids has a tantrum. Turn that lemon into line-skipping lemonade.

I’ve got VLC installed on my phone with a series of old school TV shows offline like Franklin the Turtle. Old school slow TV shows are better than the visual cocaine that modern kids shows are. Damn you, Paw Patrol.

Take a million photos. Sync them with iCloud Photo Library so when you drop your phone in the Mediterranean Sea you’re not devastated. Buy disposable film cameras for the kids to make them feel involved.

Each of our girls has a snuggle toy that has come with them the whole journey. When you’re changing accomodation every few days a common smell and feel is a godsend.

I’m lucky to have travelled so much with Qantas that I have a Qantas Platinum status which gets us more luggage and airport lounges, this is so good with kids. Everyone in the Oneworld First Class Lounge thinks they’re having a fancy moment but then in runs my two year old ready to bring hell. It’s my favourite part of every flight.

Snacks. Water. Lots of snacks.

My kids like to play with tape so we have random coloured sticky tape for them to play with on flights.

Sleep. So much sleep.

These experiences and memories will be priceless. Be in the moment for them all.

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This whole time he's been using signals from when he stabbed a girl 39 times a blonde and we've known about it but he finally figured out the analogy is that they've been stabbing and he's been stabbing at him this comments and idiotic attacks, and lots and lots of backstabs and they also have been running around stabbing Max while they're saying the stupid s*** to our son for years. You're f****** mouth gets you killed so often Trump I've had you killed like 500,000 times because your mouth I swear you die five times a day because of your stupid mouth you're freaking fat slob.

Zues Hera

Well their son is saying this the a****** is making two or three noises it's so God damned annoying with this piece of s*** is so Killing is people off in town because of that not because of right now it's stupid a******. There's no insult that you accept or they'll have any impact on you because you're so very dumb Trump. So I'm going to have to get rid of you and we've been doing that and that's why actually you never stop you just won't stop bothering him you're such an incessant f****** pig and whore. I would take you down using your stupid talk you threaten their son for any reason we take you down so now we're going to fire you for more jobs cuz your assinine comments just now. And we're going to penalize you and take money out of your accounts and we're going to kill your people here and I'm going to send you the data like we do on occasion to make your night like you always say okay all right you should have shut up when you had a chance. We're inviting you to

* Dow chemical they're going to fire you. Huge huge factories will be ours and we're going to clean out below and we're going to make sure your people rest in peace elsewhere like we do every time yeah we murdered them all every single one of them cuz your stupid f****** mouth and threats it is okay you send them to their Happy hunting ground the big sleep... You don't get that Trump the math I'm staying the math at all no nothing you look weak everyone attacks you

All of the large stash cash areas of trumps which are huge by the way stole from everyone murdered tons of Max ours and 20 of them. We're installing citadel shortly on all of them and we're clearing the second half and we are also common during the 10 medium. We're also taking over giant areas of Trump's and we're appropriate were putting citadel there. There's a few things this guy doesn't understand next door is pissing us off so we can get rid of him. Weve taking 20 out of the 30 parks, it would only inhabit them and we don't want you to for good reason now those parks had a ton of stuff in them everybody fought over them and they're empty with the house armies of ours and their other is a lot more room you should know we're going to f*** you up Trump. And our son says you're the scapegoat to get rid of you and that's what you're doing we're taking your whole entire clan and group down and you're the skape goat. And we're having a knife from now on especially in the back I'm going to start doing that right now release the information about you I shot your son last night and he's not out yet shot bad. And they're not wrapped in anything since Eric and his bugs there we know what to do early morning someone finds you and they pull you out you're under Oriental rugs somewhere outside of calico Mexico no it's near the house yes very near that house in the movie and it's a huge group going there now from this comment that the idiot next door evokes through hate and being an idiot. Some of the things he has stashed here and puts a Gorda are things like your kids personal belongings like you took from our son and he used the code of our son putting stuff in storage temporarily to show it because he wanted to wear your kids clothes and drive up in your kid's car to take advantage of you and it's been recorded recently doing it by Will and Bill and mac and others who simply didn't tell anyone.

And yes we're also taking over large areas of trumps that he is emptying out. Giant giant areas. And by the way Trump is going around grabbing women in punta Gorda for cloning and they don't think so it's still doing it even though his facilities are defunct. His favorite method is to try and grab you after the grocery store tons of women got involved and it still are but they're not really up to speed so they got up to speed a little more recently and got guns and some of them are getting shot but it's doing it anyways huge numbers of women have guns now specially in punta Gorda and put a call out to hit yours and you're getting their husbands up and running right now. Anything else you want to say you're making it better Trump wants to shut up AK trying to read my Lord we told you to shut up. Someone's ruining you John read the Lord and that's someone that's you it obnoxious little kid no one could resist destroying you if they had the power like I do stupid putts you dumb little s*** you should have remained under my shoe instead you told me what you're doing and now you're going to be burned fully you don't understand what I'm saying stupid putz. Huge numbers of times this a****** next door is died just for saying some stupid comment to our son he's such a vile a****** everything he says out of his mouth is a threat on him huge number of times he got killed just for saying hello as our son doesn't want to hear from him doesn't want to see you it doesn't want him here it's not okay for you to be here we want you out of here you don't belong next story you're there illegally.

Going to publish now so he can feel the burn the guy can't figure out anything's happening we're helping him LOL

Thor Freya

And yes we put towers in the Parks and they're big and we blast all sorts of stuff with them they go way up into the sky that's where they get there to find the obelisque there too

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