author’s note: i always enjoy writing fics like this one, w/ a more fun, sort of sarcastic tone but i find it kinda difficult. i can’t force it; just gotta let it happen. listened to this on repeat which def helped get me in the right mood. hope y’all enjoy fanboy steve lol
Your heart pounds against your chest as you stare into the eyes of Stiles who was hovering over your body, his tongue gliding across his bottom lip. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispers into your skin, kissing down your collarbone to your breasts.
His fingers trailed down the page of his textbook in deep concentration. The dim light set in the room made it a bit hard to see but it was doable. He couldn’t really complain since he was still capable of doing his work.
“You’ve b-been at this for 3 hours now.” Bill chimed from his spot on the bed. “Why can’t we do something t-that’s, I don’t know, fun?”
Eddie looked up from his book and over to his friend who laid upside down with his phone centimeters from his face. He had his tongue stuck out and seemed to be in deep concentration. There was no doubt his friend had been texting his crush, Stan.
“I apologize that my studying is such a mood killer. There’s the door.”
Bill gave him a look.
The boy shrugged. What did Bill expect when he came over? His life was consumed by studying and getting the right marks in hopes that one day he could leave his wrenched home. He wasn’t the one to have fun or spend time chatting about crushes. He didn’t have time for that. It wasn’t apart of his step-by-step plan of becoming free from his overprotective mom that did nothing but breathe down his neck.
His friend rolled off the bed, “You know what?”
Eddie raised his brow. No, he didn’t know what but he could tell by the shimmer in Bill’s eye that he wouldn’t like it nor want to know.
“We should g–”
“Don’t even finish that sentence.” He said.
“You don’t even know what I was going to say.” The boy said with a scoff of bewilderment. “For all you know I could’ve been suggesting McDonalds.”
Eddie spun his chair around and faced his friend. “Were you?”
“N-no.” Bill deflated.
“Exactly.” The response was dragged and quiet.
Eddie turned around and went back to work. He scanned over his notes and annotations that were neatly scattered all over the page. He had to continue or else he’d never learn the information he needed to in order to pass the test. The boy was set in another spiral of deep concentration till Bill spoke up.
“Aren’t you curious?”
“Not really.” A shrug. He could honestly care less about catching diseases, getting drunk, and being in such an enclosed space with numerous of people. The idea wasn’t exactly his cup of tea. He was perfectly fine at home and studying. But, it seemed like Bill had other plans.
“Don’t ‘C’mon, Eddie’ me, Bill.”
He grunted. “This is s-so disappointing.”
“Sorry to disappoint.” He smiled coyly. “I am not going to his party, I can’t risk getting a bad grade on my mid-term.” He turned to face his friend again.
Bill looked at his friend with his mouth agape, “The mid-term isn’t until Monday.” He told him, Eddie was about to say something but the boy continued, “T-today is Friday.”
“Exactly.” He pointed at him while holding his book in the other hand, “Which means I only have two days to study.” Two fingers were raised to indicated his point.
“Cut the c-crap, E-E-Eddie.” Bill snapped at his friend.
Eddie’s brows furrowed as his mouth opened and closed repeatedly. It seemed the words were stuck in his throat and he didn’t know how to react to Bill’s sudden outburst.
“Y-you work your ass off and you’re the o-only person I know t-that studies for this s-s-shit.” He ranted, “You need to give yourself a break and go have fun, staying cooped up inside your house all day i-isn’t healthy. H-have fun. Be r-r-reckless.”
Eddie went to say something but his friend was quick to cut him off.
“Y-your mom keeps you cooped up like some f-frail animal but you’re not! You should be able to do this! Have fun! T-t-think of you! What do you want E-E-Eddie? Stay here and c-continue to live in your little bubble or j-j-join the real world. Think about y-y-you.”
Eddie mulled it over. If he went to the party that would set him back on his studying hours. Not to mention the germs. Oh God, the germs that could come from a place where the core event was sexual activities. Herpes. AIDs. Hepatitis B. Freaking STDs in general. Just the thought of catching one of them made him pull out his inhaler and take a puff of breath. It didn’t help that there was the possibility of his mother finding out. His mother would freak and he’d be stuck in the hospital for the whole week. He wouldn’t be able to go out or do anything and his mother would breathe down his neck more than she already did.
Yet, a voice at the back of his mind reminded, he needed to be free. Maybe this night would be just that. One night to have fun and be out of his mother’s grasp. Perhaps take a risk or two. After all, he did need more forms of human interaction that didn’t consist of just Bill. And, while he hated to admit, the idea sounded appealing. To get out for a change and have a chance to do something besides an endless cycle of studying and school. He’d never done anything like this before, it terrified and excited him at the same time.
“Okay,” He concluded.
Bill’s eyebrows shot up and his eyes widened. “Ar- are you sure you sure about th-this?”
He rolled his eyes, “Yes, I’m sure. This is what I want to do.”
The latter held up his hands in surrender, “As long a-as you’re sure.”
Eddie nodded. “I’m certain.”
“If that’s the c-case.” Bill looked at his friend up and down. “Y-you can’t go in that.”
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” He frowned and looked down at his outfit. He thought he looked decent enough and it wasn’t like he wanted to impress anyone. A simple pair of blue jeans and an over-sized white t-shirt should do.
“Everything,” Bill ruffled his friends neatly combed back hair and Eddie attempted to swat his hand away. “I-It seems we have our work cut out for us.”
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They arrived at the party and Eddie wanted to find the nearest bush for his bundled nerves.
“It’ll be fine,” Bill assured and turned off the car engine.
He hummed in acknowledgment and wiped his hands off on his jeans. “Let’s get this over with.”
The car doors slammed shut and they walked up through the gravel to the steps of the house.
It was now or never and even though he preferred never, he had agreed to come. No backing out now.
Bill bit his lip and opened the door.
The hallway was dark, Eddie noted as they ventured into the home. The atmosphere was slick on his skin and the music played at a soft tempo instead of the loud tempo he expected. He took notice of blue LED lights that seemed to light up the rooms.
Heads turned upon their arrival. Some nodded in acknowledgment, some stared, and others shrugged before they went back to what they were doing.
His friend spotted Stan and lead him towards the living room where said person was. They hugged and sat next to each other.
Eddie stood there awkwardly before he noticed an unoccupied chair he could sit in. He took a seat and became attentive to his surroundings.
There were people who sat on the couch with people at their feet. He took particular notice of a girl with fiery hair and a boy who bulked in size. The girl rested her head on the guy’s knee and she seemed to hang on to every word with a soft smile. They were in their own world, not caring about everyone else. His gaze shifts to a group of boys that barked with laughter in a small circle. Each boy varied from size and range, their smiles made them look carefree.
He wished he could feel that carefree but his mind was hyper-aware of the plastic cups that laid disoriented on the ground and the smoke that clutched the atmosphere. He had the urge to grab a washcloth and scrub till his skin turned pink.
“Hey,” Eddie whispered.
His friend paused the conversation and glanced over at him.
“I’m going to go outside for some fresh air.”
Bill nodded in acknowledgment and gave a knowing smile.
With an eyeroll, he got up from the chair and walked towards the back door.
Eddie closed his eyes and leaned against this side of the house with his hands on his knees. He squeezed tightly and took a shaky breath. His teeth nipped at the dry skin of his bottom lip. The sweater clamped on him like a second skin.
Get it together, Eddie.
He took one final breath and let his head lull to the side. It was going to be okay. Just a few more hours and then he could finally go home and scrub off all the germs.
A boy stood beside him with a cigar popped between his lips. Eddie observed him. He couldn’t see him clearly due to the bad lighting but he could see a faint outline of his disheveled curls and stretched form. The back of his foot rested against the side of the house and his hands were cupped around the cigar. He seemed to struggle with the lighter.
Eddie sighed and gripped the sleeve of his sweater and cleared his throat. "Smoking is bad for you.“ He didn’t know what compelled him to say that. Usually, he was too afraid to even make a sound.
The guy didn’t seem bothered and instead gave a shrug. "I care because?”
"Do you want to get lung cancer when you’re older?”
He scoffed at the question, “Did you make that comment just so you could lecture me about the fucking dangers of smoking? If so then please fuck off because I have plenty of pamphlets at home for that.”
Eddie went silent and attempted to speak. What he wanted to say didn’t come out and instead, he said: “Did you just compare me to a pamphlet?”
He rolled his eyes. “Just fuck off if you’re going to lecture me.”
“What was that? I don’t think I heard you.” He cupped his hand around his ear and leaned closer to Eddie.
“C’monnnnn, don’t leave me hanging.”
“I said you don’t have to be so fucking rude.” Eddie bit.
“Feisty, aren’t ya?”
Eddie ignored his comment and titled his body away from him. The silence wasn’t awkward but it wasn’t exactly friendly either.
“This really isn’t your scene, is it?”
“What makes you say that?”
“You look nervous as hell and you keep fucking fiddling with that damn wristwatch.”
“I’ve been to a party before.”
“Oh really?” His voice coated in doubt.
“Really! There was Bill’s birthday party when we were eight.”
The guy blinked a few times before a rough sound left his mouth, “You’ve gotta be shitting me, right?”
Annoyed with the boy beside him he mumbled a quiet. “Shut up.”
They sat in another beat of silence.
“Let’s go somewhere.” It was random and nothing more than a slight whisper as they both gazed at the stars.
Eddie’s lips slightly parted. “I don’t even know your name.”
“Well, I’m Richie and you’re…”
“I’m Richie and you’re Eds. Now you know my name and I know yours.”
“Don’t call me that and I still barely know you. For all I know you could be some creepy murderer who preys on innocent people.”
“I also could be genuine.” He smiled and turned so his shoulder pressed up against the wall. “Life’s all about opportunities. Let me show you how much fun you can have. Make up for all those missed opportunities.” A wink.
“Think about it.” Richie checked his watch. “If you decide you want to have a little bit of fun then meet me out front in 15.”
Richie pushed the butt of the cigar onto the side of the house. He saluted Eddie and walked back inside, his body lost in the vast swarm.
Eddie stared at the space Richie once occupied. This could possibly be the stupidest thing he’s ever done.
He gave himself a shake of his head and walked into the house where he caught sight of Bill.
With laughter in his eyes, and the way his arm brushed against Stan’s, he looked happy. Not wanting to interrupt he decided to go ahead and leave. He’d text Bill later.
Eddie walked out front and searched for Richie.
“Hey!” Someone called and waved their arms in the air. “Over here Eds!”
He had to refrain himself from rolling his eyes as he turned around to face Richie.
Under the porch light, he was able to get a proper look at the boy. It made him stop in his tracks. He was beautiful. The ripped, oversized, light blue denim jacket made his body look slim. How his curls fanned around his face and became astray on the top of his head. The boyfriend jeans that rested low on his hips and keychains that attached to his belt loop. How his freckles dusted across his face like constellations with his brown eyes that acted as galaxies.
The boy held out his hand. “Up for a little adventure.”
Eddie eyed his hand. God only knows what the night had in store for him. He took a slow, shuddered breath and took the outstretched hand.
Cheers to reckless behavior.
note: this is going to be a multi chapter reddie fanfic au and going to be set in the 21st century. the character will be aged up and are teenagers.
this is also my first fic posted on here so please, be gentle.
a big thanks goes out to my beta reader @bxxpbxxprichie who gave me amazing feedback. i am beyond thankful for them.
i hope you enjoy and thank you for giving this fic a chance! it means so much!
What are your thoughts on my rarepair that I think I'm literally the only person to have considered it: David x the bartender (from into town)? :D
to be HONEST with you the pairing has crossed my mind sometimes between season 1 and 2. i didn’t give it awfully much thought tho other than the fact that i always HCed that in my serial killer au, the actual victim (not pictured) was bartender guy, and there was def something happening before david panicked and killed him
So I know Caitlin basically wasn’t in this. It was a few moments of Killer Frost being all mean and frosty. But you know what, I found it very interesting who talked about her, and how.
Because Barry addressed Killer Frost as if she were still Caitlin, and could hear and respond to his apologies. Basically, Killer Frost was Caitlin to him - different hairdo, bad attitude, but still Caitlin. Is this because he was able to get her back the first time by basically giving her puppy eyes? Does he think that might work again?
But Cisco separates Killer Frost from Caitlin, right from the first scene. (“Caitlin wasn’t the only thing Killer Frost took.” Oh my GOD that line.) The woman standing in front of him is not his friend. Caitlin’s not the one at the wheel (”how abut the next time you release my friend’s inner demon”). Caitlin’s not even in the front seat. She’s locked in the trunk, bound and gagged. Cisco is very clear on this: Caitlin is not Frost; Frost is not Caitlin. Is this because he has experience with doppelgangers, considering Reverb? Is this because he doesn’t want to believe Caitlin can be like this in any way?
And now for Killer Frost herself.
I was incredibly intrigued by the way she spoke of Caitlin. Before, she’s always mentioned Caitlin’s name with a curled lip - weak, soft little Caitlin who doesn’t want her powers. Ugh. Such a bore. Such a drag. You see what I have to put up with?
But that was always her speaking to the Star Labs crew. To Savitar, she spoke of Caitlin as if she feared her, as if her coming back would be more than a momentary distraction. She wants to keep that from happening. She wants it more than anything.
Which makes me hope (this show’s abysmal track record with female storylines aside) that they’re setting up Caitlin to take back the wheel at some point, and then hit the fucking gas.
There are 3 distinct sections: Before Yoga, After Yoga, and Killer Migraine, so um. Apologies for the sliding scale of meta quality, pls finish all my thoughts for me if you want to. :D
I’m not going to proofread either, sorry, and I know I mistyped Jack as Kevin like at least 3 times, and wrote “Cas” every other line when a word began with C for no reason except I was thinking about him.
tumblr in 2018:
tumblr user murderboi345 might have admitted to being a serial killer. but he apologized for it. i just can't believe how toxic this website is that they just keep bringing up this old discourse to attack murderboi345 who is actually a great person and i know this because i reblogged 3 of their posts. in fact they haven't even murdered anyone since 2017 and here you all are attacking them for the MISTAKES they committed when they were barely in their 20s. people change tumblr!
Listen, I was in a year long relationship with a woman. When I told her I might take a course in Psychology at college, she laughed at me and said I should find a different course. When I said I was going to be a cop, she pretty much called me a “killer”. She apologized to me ONCE in our entire relationship, and for every fight, I had to be the bigger person and admit to my “"mistakes”“. We fought every. fucking. second. I made sure to understand that she’s got mental illness, but she never understood mine. As soon as we broke up, she’s dating a guy, but she’s still apparently "lesbian” so obviously shes using him.
Now, I’m in a relationship with another woman. When I told her I might take a Psych course in college, she gave me advice that maybe what suits me more is Sociology or Criminology. When I told her I wanted to be a cop, she told me “follow your dreams but make sure to always stay humble and always be kind” and that I was going to be a hero. She has apologized to me because she thought she hurt my feelings, and we both agree that even though we are right in an argument, it is always good to apologize. “Fights should be about learning your difference and moving through them; not changing one’s character just to make up”. She accepted my mental illness, and she is constantly asking questions about it. She hates rebounds and believes that emotions should be processed thoroughly before moving on.
Now… I need you to look at this and think about Kar*mel and Supercorp.
This is absolutely amazing. Like my mind is completely blown by this. I wanted to thank all of you that have stuck with me for this long and to thank all my fans. I appreciate the nice things you guys do for me, and I hope it continues!! I truly take it to heart, and all I want is for you all to be entertained and to enjoy my blog. Everyone is welcome, bring a positive attitude, have fun, and interact!! Don’t be shy!
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Prompt: Spencer and Reader get into a fight over him constantly being gone. Spencer arrives home late one night and apologizes.
Warning: Slightly smutty
Requested by: anonymous
A/N: thank you for the request! I really enjoyed writing this one!
“You’re joking, right?“
The two of you sat in a small bakery with an assortment of cake slices in front of you. There were half eaten chocolate slices, a red velvet slice that was completely gone with only the crumbs remaining, and even a lemon slice that each of you had barely touched before shoving it away. Normally you wouldn’t have indulged in so much sugar so early in the day but this was a special occasion. It was your cake tasting for your wedding, and you had specifically told Spencer to ask for the day off.
“It’s a really bad case,” Spencer replied as he looked at Garcia’s urgent messages. She apologized for the interruption but there was a particularly ugly serial killer on the loose and they needed all the help they could get.
“Spencer!” You hissed angrily as he stood. You couldn’t believe that he was leaving again. With him constantly gone you would never get to plan the wedding in time.
“I’m sorry! I have to go!” He replied as he walked out of the small shop. You huffed as you ran out after him.
“What’s the point of getting married if you’re not even around to plan the wedding?” You asked as he had begun to walk toward the nearest subway station.
“Please, not now Y/N,” Spencer pleaded as he turned back to look at you. You stood defiantly with your arms crossed.
“What’s the point of getting married if you’re never going to be around?” You asked, this time a sad tone taking over. Spencer frowned at your question.
“Because I love you and you love me. That’s why,” he replied simply as his phone rang again.
“That’s not enough if you’re not even around to show that love,” you said with a hint of resentment. Spencer cringed at the accusation, his phone vibrating with more messages from the team.
“Just go. I should be used to being alone by now,” you replied bitterly as you walked back into the bakery. Spencer took a step to follow you before his phone rang again.
Spencer stared at you through the glass, watching as you no doubt apologized to the store owner for the interruption. You didn’t even look back as you sat down once again with the woman and pointed toward the red velvet cake. A foul feeling filled the pit of his stomach as he realized that what you said was all true. He was never around when it mattered.
He took another step toward the door before his phone rang for the millionth time that morning.
"God fucking dammit!“ He cursed before forcing himself toward the direction of the BAU.
"Trouble in paradise?” Rossi asked as he noticed Spencer’s silence on the plane. The young man had been lost in thought as he stared at the book in front of him, not flipping the page in over ten minutes-something that was a clear indicator that there was something troubling him.
“We were in the middle of cake tasting,” Spencer replied with a sigh as he shut his book.
“Oh, that must’ve been bad,” Rossi said with a shake of his head.
“Reid,” Hotch said as he listened to the conversation of the men beside him. “As much as I appreciate the excellent work you do for us, you should really invest some time with Y/N after this.”
“I know,” Spencer replied with a frown. “This job just gets crazy sometimes."
"That’s why you have to hold on to the things that matter. Y/N keeps you sane, doesn’t she?"
"She does,” Spencer said with a nod. You were who he was able to talk to at the end of the night, who would sit in silence if needed, who would show more affection to him than he ever thought possible. You were all he could ever dream of and you were his. He couldn’t mess it up.
“Need a ride home?” Morgan asked Spencer as everyone set their things down. They had returned home in the middle of the night and the look of exhaustion was evident in all of their faces. Spencer nodded as he checked the time and saw how late it was. He was worried about coming home to an empty apartment since you had ignored his phone calls all day.
“Just give her some lovin’ and she’ll be alright,” Morgan suggested as he pulled up to your apartment building. Spencer shook his head with a wry smile.
“That won’t work,” he said as he got out.
“Don’t knock it til you try it,” Morgan replied with a laugh before driving off.
“Just give her some lovin’,” Spencer mimicked as he climbed up the stairs towards the apartment the two of you shared. “I’m never going to take advice from that man."
He wasn’t surprised to find all of the lights turned off when he opened the door. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw your purse and keys still hung up by the closet. You were still there.
It was nearly three in the morning and you were surely asleep by now. He quietly made his way into the bedroom where he spotted your sleeping figure facing him. You looked tired even while asleep and that worried him.
"Crap,” he groaned as he remembered what day it was. The two of you had planned on looking at venues for the wedding today and knowing you, you would have still gone without him there.
That’s what he loved about you. You had always been fiercely independent and he never felt as if he had to worry when you left the house. You held your own no matter where you went. But that same independence scared him because he knew that you were capable of moving on without him in your life.
“Baby,” he whispered as he knelt down beside your side of the bed. Your eyes opened slowly when he pushed your hair back, running his fingers along your cheek.
“Hey love. I’m back.”
“What time is it?” You asked sleepily as you sat up and rubbed your eyes. Your body ached after a long day of visiting different spots for the wedding, something you suddenly remembered that caused your mood to sour.
“I missed you,” Spencer replied, ignoring your question as he attempted to kiss you. You turned your cheek the other way. He groaned at your rejection, Morgan’s words ringing through his head.
“Come on baby,” he said as he sat down on the bed beside you. “I’m sorry. I really really am."
"Mhmm,” you replied still refusing to look at him. You yelped when he suddenly pushed you back onto the bed, his body hovering over yours. He placed his elbows on each side of you, keeping you locked beneath him.
“I love you,” he said as he began to kiss your neck. You squirmed beneath him, not wanting to give up so easily. His hand rubbed into your sides before sliding up your shirt and giving your breast a small squeeze.
“I love you too,” you grumbled as you could feel your anger disappearing at his touch. He grinned as his kisses ventured lower, stopping to suck on the tender skin of your breast.
“You’ll love me even more now since I have the entire week off,” he informed with a grin as he pressed himself closer to you.
“Are you serious?” you asked excitedly. You were growing hotter with Spencer’s body on top of you, and it wasn’t just from his body heat. The tension between the two of you was enough to set the room on fire.
"No phone calls?” You asked hesitantly, unsure whether to believe something that sounded too good to be true.
“Hotch specifically told Garcia not to bother me,” Spencer replied as he rolled off of you and into the empty space on the bed. He grinned before pulling you up into his lap, forcing your legs to straddle him as you felt his growing bulge underneath you.
“Well in that case,” you said with a small smirk as you leaned down and drew him into a heated kiss. He kissed you hungrily as his hips bucked upward, his body desperate to be inside of you already. You grinned as he hastily threw you underneath him once more, his hands hurriedly stripping off his clothing. You smirked at his need for you as his hands worked to throw your shorts off, the small upturn of your lips and the mischievous look in your eye driving him absolutely wild.