#I kinda wanna set up a watch party but I know everyone here watched it already...WITHOUT MEEEEE

[dirtyjvconfessions]

Not really a confession but I was wondering if you've heard about Very Important House getting leaked

WHAT REALLY?

#I kinda wanna set up a watch party but I know everyone here watched it already...WITHOUT MEEEEE #waaaaah

[barbiiecams]

need to know

drew starkey x reader, smut!, reader is younger and also JD’s little sister, she’s also tipsy but not drunk, kinda trash but hear me outtt 😭! & absolutely no hate to odessa i just needed a plot lolz, *not proof read*

when you walked into the house party, the first person you were looking for was drew.

your brother, JD, was very close to him, so it made your life even better. if they hung out, you were hanging out too. and they were going to a party, you begged your brother to take you. even though you were an adult, some clubs (and some hosts of the parties) would only let a certain age in.

but now you had just turned 21, past the point of just being legal.

and now you just had to have your crush of basically 4 years.

when JD first got casted, you were so excited for him. you really did look up to your brother and admired him. because of the distance, he’d facetime you and tell you about all of the fun things he did, his fun scenes and etc.

it seemed genuinely fun, so when he asked you to meet the cast while they filmed season 2, there’s no way you would’ve turned that down.

he flew you out, helped you sort of “move in” to where he was staying at, and had you help him practice all of his lines. stepping onto the set was really nice, and so were all of the people.

everyone was so welcoming. the girls became your new besties and the boys saw you as their own baby sister as well.

but when it came to drew, being seen as a baby sister was something that almost… deflated you.

—

“and this is drew,” JD says as he finishes introducing you to the actors scattered all over the place.

when you locked eyes on him, you just felt your panties being soaked.

“nice to meet you,” drew smiles. blue eyes covered by his hair looking into yours and a hand sticking out. “what’s your name?”

you shook his hand, “y/n.” he nods at this before being called by one of the producers.

your shocked state might’ve been obvious, because your brother had to nudge you in the shoulder to get your attention back.

“you just turned 18, he’s 26 turning 27. don’t even think about it.” he gives you a stern look.

“think about what?” you feigned innocence. “you’re a weirdo.”

JD rolls his eyes, “yeah yeah whatever. come help me practice.”

you followed your brother over to wear his character chair was, but you couldn’t seem to get drew out of your head.

—

and now here you were. fast forward three years later and you were making the move. you just hoped he was actually interested and you wouldn’t embarrass yourself.

“don’t drink too much,” JD raised his voice over the music, “i wanna get wasted too.”

you rolled your eyes at him as he walked away and made it to the group of boys. you’re glad you actually watched him walk, seeing drew right there laughing and drinking.

as if he couldn’t get any more sexier, his hair was buzzed. usually, you weren’t attracted to the buzz cut. only some people could truly pull it off.

but it was drew, he could pull anything off. and when you saw him, you thought your legs were about to give out on you.

you had to really pull yourself out of thought. madelyn had spotted you and embraced you in a hug.

“hey girl! you’re finally of age!” she teased.

“i know,” you giggle. “where the drinks at?”

she laughs at you then brings you to a table where the rest of the girls are. they’re cheering, hugging you, and happy to finally see you and actually party, no rules pushed onto you.

“what’s gonna be your first drink?” laci asks with a smile.

“i want the hardest shit available.” you said, half joking yet half serious.

now all of you guys are really laughing. “getting bold i see.” madison jokes.

but that’s exactly what you get served. a gin and juice given to you all pretty and colorful, but when you took a sip, your face immediately scrunched up.

madelyn giggles, “drink it!”

“i didn’t know it was that strong!” you defend.

they’re laughing at your face while also trying to down their own hard liquor. you’re having such a good time, the headache you’ll have tomorrow morning is least of your worries.

you guys are all drinking and dancing, the time passing being the least of your worries. you’re on your second drink, and third shot of the night, and that’s when you realize you still haven’t said hi to any of the boys.

“i’m gonna go say hi to everyone else,” you tell the girls as you guys are settling back down from dancing. they all nod and watch you walk to the other side of the room, where austin is now chugging a beer while the rest of them yell “chug, chug, chug!”

as you’re walking over there, you seem to notice a girl with curly hair, standing next to drew.

‘interesting.’ you thought.

austin finishes and they’re all yelling for him. he turns around to your face and smiles. “baby sis!” he yells.

everyone turns to see you, and the screaming is now directed towards you. you were definitely walking out of here with a headache and hearing loss.

you gave them all individual hugs, saving the best one for last. (drew of course.)

“how are you?” chase gives you a pat on the back.

“more than good, i can see you are too.” you chuckle as you point out the spilled drink in his shirt.

he lets out a drunken huff, “yea blame your brother for that one.”

JD raises his head from a plate of wings he’s devouring. “you were in the way!”

you realize you’re still hugging drew, and he’s still got his arms around your shoulders. the thought ran through your mind that you looked like a little fangirl, but you didn’t care. hopefully when the night was over, you’d be doing more than just holding onto him.

he lets go of you, and you internally sigh. “you’ve been drinking?” he asks.

you nod, “not enough tho.”

he laughs at your response then turns to the girl you saw earlier, “odessa, this is y/n.”

odessa.

“nice to meet you!” she waves. she’s pretty, but what was she doing around drew?

you didn’t have the guts to ask, and it would be a weird look if you did, so you left it alone and just mimicked her smile and wave.

“alright i just came to say hi, ill talk to you guys in a few!” you said, wanting to get away from them in a heartbeat as long as she was still around.

you walked away from them while they all were saying ‘see you in a few.’ getting back to the table with the girls, you immediately had to ask them.

“whos that girl with drew?” you said as you sipped your almost empty glass.

“odessa?” madelyn starts, “that’s his friend. they shot a movie together and have been close ever since. they look like a couple tho, right?” she says as she downs a piece of pizza.

hearing that made you feel good yet bad at the same time. they were only friends, yet people seemed to peep at the fact that they looked like more than just friends.

and you weren’t having any of that.

not wanting to speak any more of it, you just let out a ‘hm’ which seemed to go unnoticed.

“how come?” madison asks.

“no reason,” you lie. “they just looked really close.”

—

over the next two hours, you went from drinking, dancing, eating, then repeating then same process. it started to catch up with you, but that wasn’t stopping you. surprisingly, you weren’t that much of a lightweight.

walking and sort of tripping in between people over to the counter with drinks, drew’s there by himself filling up his glass. you weren’t sure were that girl odessa was, but you most certainly didn’t care to find out.

as you slightly stumble, he holds your arm as you get closer so you wouldn’t have to struggle.

“somebody’s having fun,” he laughs.

“i am, i’m not drunk just yet tho dont worry.” you giggle. you started to think your legs were actually giving out on you to the sight of him, and his hand on your arm wasn’t helping your case.

“take it easy,” he says, “JD isn’t the most sober either.”

he motioned his head over to where he was. you turned your head to see your brother doing a line of shots with everyone surrounding him, cheering and yelling some more.

“of course,” you mutter.

drew chuckles, “i got you, don’t worry.”

your stomach was doing flips at this point. his words affected you, even if they weren’t meant to be flirtatious. that’s how bad this attraction was.

it’s silent between the two of you for a second, until you decide it’s time to speak up. ‘now or never’ you thought.

“can i ask you something?” you turned back to him. he replies with a quick ‘sure’ as he put his phone down.

“are you and odessa together or something?” you blurted. maybe you should’ve reworded the statement, but the drinks had gotten your boldness up.

he seemed taken aback, “no, not at all. why?”

you didn’t have a lie for this one, “just wondering.”

he wasn’t moving on from that quickly at all. “i can tell that’s not full truth.”

that little thought came back into your head again. ‘now or never.’

“it’s just… i feel like i want you to see me more than just as a little sis.” you said. when you said this, you didn’t feel bad either. you’ve been wanting him for a good 3 years now, and you’d be damned if you let someone else get him before you did.

he’s not speaking for a good moment which makes you worried, then he finally says something.

“you’re gorgeous y/n, you know that?” he starts. you nod, but you were kind of freaking out at the same time, not really knowing where he would take it from here.

“but i’d think it be wrong if i saw you as anything else other than a little sister. you’re a lot younger, and literally the little sister of a close friend. i just don’t think it would work.” he explains.

fuck no. you were not giving up that easily.

you started to stand a little closer to him. “i’m 21! that’s enough past 18 if i can legally drink. and who cares about JD?”

“i know, i know. but JD most definitely wouldn’t like seeing his sister with his best friend.” drew tries to reason.

“i don’t care,” you drag out the word. “i’ve been crushing on you since i met you. i waited so long to finally tell you.”

you can see the light red start to form at his cheeks and the smirk come to his lips, “i’m flattered, really. but i’d rather not get my ass beat by your big brother.”

“please?” now you were really getting close by wrapping your arms around his neck. “it can be our little secret. no one has to find out. but i just need to know.”

drew’s starting to cave. he rests his hands on the sides of your hip. “need to know what?”

the smirk is starting to become more evident, and his voice starts to drop.

“how you feel, how you taste. i want you so bad.”

“you’re gonna get me in trouble, y’know.”

you don’t notice up until now how close your faces are. he lets out a sigh that sounds like he’s not going to let is guard down, but little do you know he’s been wanting to take you there just as long as you’ve wanted it.

“i’d be lying if i said i didn’t want to bend you over the minute we shook hands.” he said seductively.

“then do it now.” you tell him.

something you’ve been waiting on forever, he gives you a short kiss on the lips. he pulls back quick and make sure no one’s watching, but everyone is too busy drinking and dancing currently.

he rubs his hands up and down on your sides. “let’s go upstairs.”

it’s like a weight lifted off your shoulders. all these years of plotting finally paid off. you were so ready to give him whatever he wanted and have him take you however he pleased.

he held your hand as the two of you walked upstairs, getting to the most closest and available room, he opened the door for you and walked in behind you, locking the door.

he wasted no time either. as soon as the two of you were closed off, he started kissing you deep. forcing his tongue into your mouth, teeth clashing, and his hands working to get your pants off.

you definitely weren’t trying to waste a moment either. your hands immediately went under his shirt to feel his abs, and to take it off.

his hands worked fast. he got your pants off after pushing you down to the bed, and now your top was gone as he started to feel you through your bra. you were still trying to get his belt off.

he’s groaning into your mouth and it’s the hottest thing you could possible experience. “shit, i need to taste you. let me taste it baby.”

as he’s working to get your bra off, you finally managed taking off his belt and unzipping his jeans. he took down his own pants, then went straight to dipping his head down there and took of your panties, quite literally discarding them. he pushes your legs open and gets to work.

he opened your folds with his hands then put his tongue on you, which had you moaning in seconds.

drew knew exactly what to do with his tongue. you were already so worked up on him, and now he was eating you out like it was the first meal he’s ever had.

he brought a thumb up to your clit. “like fuckin candy, mama. so sweet.”

“drew!” you practically screamed out.

he moans against your clit, which really does it for you. “be as loud as you want, baby, nobody can hear us.”

and that’s exactly what you do. you don’t hold back your moans for a second.

he puts a finger in you and starts moving it quick, curling it while still using his tongue. he was a fuckin pro.

the release was coming quick, but he stops. he hears the sound of disappointment and sees it on your face.

he pulls down his boxers, “it’s okay. gonna make you cum around me as many times as this pussy can.”

that’s all he has to say for you to practically push yourself even closer to him.

and he was real big. you were almost afraid he wouldn’t fit. but right now, you had to have him in every way. you’ve craved him for too long and you didn’t care if it hurt.

he lines up with your entrance and rubs the tip along it. “you ready?”

“give it to me.” you say. he takes this as his cue to push his length inside you.

both of you let out a sigh when he goes in. he makes sure you feel every inch of him, moving in slowly then bottoming out completely.

“you feel too good, princess.” he groans. all you can do is whimper at how full you felt with him inside.

after a few moments of letting the feeling sink in, he starts moving. your breathing starts to heavy, and it feels like you’re on cloud nine.

“mhm, that’s right. feel me baby.” he says as the pace speeds up. he throws his head back and his hands squeeze your hips, holding you down and making sure you take it all.

he then plants a leg on the bed, fixing his position so he can hit it even deeper. you can’t even form words at this point. it’s just all moans and “ah ah ah” sounds.

you can feel him all the way in your guts. he’s in there so deep, going completely ham on your tight hole. it was so much that you reached your arms out to try and block his hips a bit.

drew wasn’t taking that. “uh uh baby. you wanted this right? you wanted to know. you wanted to be a big girl and take it, so that’s what you’re gonna do.”

“it’s so deep!” you’re able to blabber out. he puts his leg down and leans back on his knees, bringing you to sit up with him. now his hands are supporting your waist as your hands find his shoulders, holding on for dear life.

“i know it is baby i feel it,” he says against your mouth. “i knew you’d be a good girl for me tho, shit. taking this cock like a damn pro.”

as he thrusts up into you, he starts grinding your waist into him. this is a whole new feeling that has you really screaming out now.

“you like that, pretty?” he says into your ear.

“so much!” you mewl. he chuckles at the state your in. fucked out and filled with his cock.

“yea i know you do baby.” he says. “you just needed a real man to come and work you huh?”

he lets out a breath before continuing, “yea, you like your men with some experience. don’t you baby?”

you just let out more moans at his words, he knew what he was doing and he was proud.

you felt the orgasm approaching, and he could tell too. “you gonna cum?”

“yes!” you yelp.

“go ahead sweet girl. let me feel this pussy gush around me.”

when he gave you the ok, you let go. you were cumming and crying at the same time, everyone downstairs probably wondering where the two of you went. but did either of you care?

absolutely not!

“that’s it, good job baby. i knew you’d be a good girl f’me.” he says, thrusts slowing down to soak in all of your orgasm.

he laid you back down to get a few more thrusts in. now he’s chasing his own release.

“i’m gonna cum, sweetheart. you want it on your stomach?”

“anywhere,” you respond.

he looked shocked. “oh yea? what if i knock you up? then what are we gonna do?”

“i’m on the pill! promise.” you tell him.

his eyes squeeze shut. he was real close. “okay baby, here it comes.”

you feel the hot liquid squirt inside you and fill you up. you could almost cry again from how good it felt.

when he was done, he stayed inside for a little just to calm down. after that, he pulled out and laid down next to you.

“i’m glad you convinced me, best sex i’ve had in a while.” he’s still catching his breath but smiling.

you giggle, “it’s about time i got my hands on you.”

he laughs as well, holding you close and letting both of your bodies relax. “guess you’re all mine now.”

him saying that made your heart burst. it’s the only words you’ve been wanting to hear for so long. “i guess you’re all mine too.”

he smiles, but then you suddenly remember you’re at a party. “we better go back down before they start a watch party for us.” you said while getting up, trying to find where he even threw your underwear.

“right. we’re getting you a plan b tomorrow too.” he says, and you definitely have to agree.

but finally, that was your man.

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[courtingchaos]

House Party

Steve Harrington x Fem Reader

Summary: See, you and Steve go to this really lame party, right? And you both wanna ditch it, right? And he’s got that really nice car, right?

A/N: Hey Tumblr, have my first foray into writing Steve. I intend to write him more, this was me getting me feet wet. Among other things….

Warnings: Sex, voyeurism, language, a little tiny teeny bit of dacryphilia.

NSFW 18+ No Minors Allowed

This party is lame, and you both know it. Steve had taken you only because you’d asked to go but as soon as you two had stepped over the threshold it was apparent this was a bunch of try-hards.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” It’s spoken against your ear, a hush of hot breath that’s tinted with cheap beer. You barely have to turn your head to catch his eye. His stare is heavy, loaded with his unasked question.

“It does kinda suck.” You hush back at him, your half empty cup bouncing against your fingers. “Sorry, I wouldn’t have asked if I’d known.”

“Hey, it’s not a big deal.” He brings a hand up to run a long finger down the line of your nose lightly. “I just figure, I don’t know…” He gives you an exaggerated shrug.

“Cat got your tongue?”

“No, but it could if we got out of here.” He wiggles his eyebrows and you slap his chest.

“Steve.”

“What?! You don’t want to be here either and I have like, two other ideas that are so much better than…whatever the hell this sad gathering is.” He casts a look around at everyone before his eyes land back on you. He’s letting his annoyance out, not schooling his face in the least bit and you can’t help but grin at him and his effortless disgust. Instead of saying anything you just grab his cup and set both drinks down before silently gesturing to the front door.

“Oh seriously?” He changes his tune quick when he realizes you’re indulging him. Really you’re indulging both of you, but you can let him think he won you over.

Steve makes a quick exit, doesn’t even bother pretending to say goodbye or giving you a moment to say anything. He drags you out of the house while you laugh at his eagerness. Weaving through the parked cars to get to his beemer you get a great view of his ass, poured into his stonewashed Levi’s and can’t help but catch up enough to sneak your hand into his back pocket and pinch him.

“Hey!” He shoots over his shoulder but doesn’t bat your hand away. You do it again and he laughs. “Just wait.” A simple warning that you won’t heed. What’s the worst he’s gonna do, eat you out in the back of his car at the lake?

Okay, and?

You laugh to yourself and Steve pulls you a little harder when he spots his car.

“I’m serious.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” He stops at the back passenger door to open it for you, but he’s not smiling his normal. Where that goofy sunshine typically is he’s showing teeth under a smirk. That gives you pause but just long enough for him to gesture into his car for you to get in.

“You’re letting all the bugs in, honey.”

You barely get your legs in before he’s shutting the door and walking around to the driver side, sliding in quick. He looks at you in the rear view. “Can you roll that down?” He points at the window on your left.

“Oh, to let the bugs in?” You joke at him. He doesn’t laugh but he does smile at you, more smirk when you roll it halfway down anyways.

“Maybe.”

“What are you up to?” You ask him, leaning forward to wind your finger in the hair brushing his collar.

“Why don’t you get comfortable.” He won’t acknowledge your question, just keeps glancing in the mirror to watch you staring at the side of his head.

“You gonna take me out to the lake?” He starts his car and lets it run for minute while you toy around with his hair, running your finger over the shell of his ear. “Oh, maybe the quarry? That’d be a nice change of pace.” You’re poking a little, trying to get a rise out of him so maybe he’ll tell you his plan. Instead he just props his elbow up on the center console and lays his palm back.

“Give ‘em to me.” He’s pulled off and started driving slowly.

“Give you what?” You lean back to give him a confused look.

He makes a grabby hand at you. “Panties.”

“What.”

“You heard me. Hand them over.” He won’t look at you, diligent driver keeping his eyes on the dead roads of this sprawling neighborhood.

“Are you gonna be a creep and sniff ‘em or something?” Even though your sarcasm bleeds through your words you’re still bunching up your dress to hook your fingers into the waistband to pull them down. “What if I wasn’t wearing any?”

“Then I’d ask for your bra.” He still won’t look at you. Doesn’t even flinch when the body warm silk hits his hand, just scrunches up the fabric and folds his arm down onto his knee.

“Steve?” You singsong from the back seat. He grunts, waiting for your snappy one liner. Instead he sees your bare foot, now shed of its slip on nightmare, sliding over the back of the passenger seat in his peripheral. He glances up then and sucks in a breath that turns into a deep chuckle.

“Oh you wanna play like that?” He misses your nod, the way you bite down on your lip and make doe eyes at him. He’s stuck on your hand running lazy lines up and down your pussy, dipping down to gather up the slick drooling out of you. “Okay.”

You aren’t paying attention to anything except your hand and the back of Steve’s head. Any little glance he shoots you in the mirror, any little twitch of his shoulders. You haven’t noticed him making a big circle back to the house you’d just left and back into the gaggle of parked cars. You barely even register he’s stopped the car until he’s curving his broad shoulders up and over between the front seats, crowding your bared thighs up against your body.

“You’re sick of the lake, I get it.” He says and you can still smell the beer on his breath. It makes your breathing pick up until he runs his big hands up the back of your thighs and your heart races. When he hits the back of your knees he pushes your legs out to make room for him so he can crouch on the floorboard.

“Steve you can’t be comfor-oh!”

He wastes no time running the flat of his tongue over your center. Your head falls against the back dash, rolling between the headrest when he flicks the tip of his tongue over your clit making you gasp into the window. He grabs your left hand and makes you hold your leg behind the knee. The little slip of your leg forward has him taking his mouth off of you and you whine.

“Hold your leg or I’m gonna let this whole party know what you’re doing back here.”

“Wh-“ You pick your head up and look out the partially rolled down window. Parked across from the house party, between street lamps. There’s a few people milling around out front and some around the cars and all of them are far too close. Steve sees you’re distracted for a moment and decides to sink two fingers in when he starts mouthing at your pussy again. The yelp you let out causes the two people closest to the car to look over but they don’t move.

“Keep your leg up.” Steve says from between your thighs, fingers working up their pace. Your mouth drops open and all you can do is nod at him the way he’s nodding at you, that smirk still on his face. The wet sound of his fingers curling inside of you make you groan and he mocks you as nicely as he can.

“Aw, that’s good huh?”

“Steve.”

“What’s that?” His thumb rubs down firmly on your clit while his mouth leaves a wet trail on your inner thigh, the occasional bite into the soft flesh making you jump and whimper. When your grip starts to slip again he ‘tsk’s’ at you.

“What’d I say?” He warns just as he picks up the pace of his hand, pumping his fingers faster. He dips his head again to lap at your folds before zeroing in on your clit, sucking hard and flicking his tongue. Your eyes roll back on a deep groan and there’s no way the people on the front lawn didn’t hear it. Steve laughs against you and lets you get a few more loud sounds out before he takes pity on you. Dropping your leg on his shoulder he works his free hand up and stuffs the ball of silk in your open mouth, stifling the long groan of his name quickly.

“Here, I’ll help you out. See if you can stay quiet with these.” He can feel you clenching down on his fingers when he clamps his palm over your mouth. “You like it when I shove things in your mouth?” The vibrations under his hand tell him all he needs to know. Between his tongue and his thumb he gets you teetering on the edge, your thighs shaking around his head.

“Gotta keep your leg up or I’m not gonna let you cum.” Your wide eyes make him laugh. Behind him you try to point your toes to help keep your leg braced but he notices, of course.

“No cheating.” He gives your inner thigh a love tap. From his vantage point he can see the strain you’re under, your knuckles white and grasping at your slick flesh and suddenly his jeans are just too tight, his own strain unbearable.

“Is it too much honey?” Steve sits up as best he can to keep his hand over your mouth and his fingers in your cunt. You make a desperate sound and he decides to cut you some slack. “Just nod yes, I promise it’ll be worth it.” He unfolds himself from the floor, pushes his broad body into yours until you don’t need to hold your leg anymore. You’re nodding yes yes yes as he moves you over and down, fingers still curling up into that sweet spot. He drags the hand down from your face to the top of your dress and pulls it so he can get at your chest.

“Be a doll, get my belt?” He asks breathlessly.

It’s like you forgot you had hands you could use. There’s a pause for you to think about what he’s asking before you dive down and undo the buckle and attack his jeans. You barely get the waistband of his boxers down before your release creeps up fast. Your hand curled around his thick length when his fingers hit you just right and you go motionless for a moment before you melt into his backseat, chest heaving and trying to breathe around the underwear in your mouth.

He’s slapped your hand out of the way so he can shimmy his pants down enough, cock heavy in his grip when he slides himself over you to prod at your sensitive clit. “Come on honey, tell me. Want me to fuck you?”

You groan around the fabric and nod.

“In front of all these people?” He nudges your hole, can feel you fluttering at the barest push, has to hold himself back from sinking right into you. You keep nodding, fingers grabbing at his polo and trying to lace into the few locks of hair dangling in his face. You want him nearer, you want him inside, you want him to kiss you or fuck you, anything but run his mouth at you.

“Roll the window down.” He’s waiting, cock in hand, smirking at your indignation. “They deserve to hear you loud and clear.” You’ve been moved so you’re laying in your back, angled so you have to bend awkward to turn the handle. But Steve is doing his thing where he’ll wait you out, make himself wait and you wait and the whole universe wait until you do what he asked.

You make a noise that sounds like a question and he just laughs before you roll your eyes and stretch your arm back to turn it. You get the handle turned once before he’s gripping you to keep you in place so he can sink in slow.

“Oh fuck. Baby, so wet for me.” His eyes roll back while you preen under him. Watching his mouth fall open and his hips twitch forward. He takes his time getting fully seated, pulling your leg around his waist so he can get as deep as possible.

When his cock nudges deep inside you let out a deep grunt and when he finally rolls his hips you keen around your underwear.

“God you really can’t keep quiet can you?” Steve asks before bracing his hands on your knees so he can drive into you. The cramped angle your at, head shoved into the door and knees slowly sinking up to your chest has you making little pathetic noises that Steve laughs breathily at.

“You like that?”

Your grip on the lever for the window loosens and a muffled ‘yes’ comes from you.

“‘Course you do, all these people around.” He’s not taking it easy on you. “Want them to know who’s fuckin’ you?” You’re sensitive and when he drives deep it makes your eyes water and your chest rattle with deep grunts. If these people can’t hear you they’re definitely getting a show. Steve doesn’t duck under the level of the windows and your hands grip along the edge, fingernails scratching at the burgundy paint outside.

“You cryin’ about it?” He asks when an errant tear falls away and down your temple. “Dick that good?” All you can do is nod at him while he pushes your knees further back so he can get a better view of you taking him.

“Never gets old, pretty all over, honey.” He pants, letting a hand drop between you two so he can rub tight circles clit. It makes your legs jump around his hips and his laugh is all breath blown over your heated skin. “You gonna cum again? Come on, show me how good it feels.” His deft fingers don’t let up just like his rolling hips don’t let up just like his filthy mouth doesn’t let up. He coaxes you right up to the edge again and doesn’t pause his hand when you spasm around him, teeth bared around your underwear. “Oh I know, I know it’s good.” He keeps going even when you hiss and pull your legs together instinctively and he groans, long and low when you clench down on him.

“Shit, keep that up your gonna make me cum-“

Through the ringing in your ears you hear the whimper on the end of his words. Your hands find his shirt to pull him down close and he ends up rutting into you while you continue clenching and he’s quickly following you. A faltering of his hips and you feel him twitch inside, spilling hot and fast. He tries to kiss you but forgets about your full mouth and ends up dotting the corner of your mouth and cheek while he comes down.

His full weight isn’t on you but he’s still heavy and unmoving for a few minutes while you both cool off. In the distance there’s a long wolf whistle and someone clapping and Steve groans into your ear before picking his head up to look at you. He pulls a corner of the fabric to unspool it from your mouth, flinging the damp bunch onto the floorboard.

“Please don’t forget those in here.” You rasp, mouth dry while he kisses you between words.

“Yeah that’s the last thing I need, fucking Henderson finding those.” Both of you groan then, picturing explaining it to his shitty little grinning face. Steve sits up first and gets situated before he helps you sit up against the door, looping his arm behind you to roll the window up jerkily. You watch him dazedly, a smitten grin plastered to your cheeks.

“What are you grinnin’ at?” He mumbles while he pulls your dress down from your hips.

“You. That was fun.”

“You like an audience?” He raises a cocky eyebrow and you push his shoulder back.

“No…” Your eyes trail down the long line of his nose. “Maybe. It was thrilling.”

“Is that what the kids are calling it now?” He kisses you up against the window for a few minutes before climbing back over to the front seat, patting the passenger seat once he’s situated. When you don’t move right off he shoots a look at you through the rear view. “You coming up?”

“Uh, well I might be making more of a mess if I do.” You glance down at the crumpled pile of your underwear on the floor and think about him not pulling out.

“Mm. Well, if you come up here maybe I’ll take you out to quarry and help you clean up, yeah?” He says nonchalantly. Adjusts his seat and his jeans, puts his seatbelt on and turns the key in the ignition and turns to stare at you over his shoulder.

“Do I just need to take you to more lame parties to get this treatment?” You ask while you try to wiggle up to the front seat with some kind of modesty. Steve just watches while you fall into the seat finally and chuckles before grabbing your knee.

“Care to test that theory?”

#Steve Harrington x Reader #Steve Harrington fic #Steve Harrington Smut #My Work #My Fic #Steve Harrington x Female Reader

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

Did Catholic reader ever watch other male pornstars who Eddie might know through the industry? I can image he’d be jealous if he found out. Especially if he saw her talking or flirting with them at one of his parties!

absolutely!

she did watch other men in movies, but eddie was always her favorite one. i could see her having a second favorite though, one that she never told eddie about. let’s say this guy is our man, steve harrington. he is a friend of eddie’s, and he turns up at one of the parties that eddie is throwing. she’s still kinda mad at eddie for his whole thing of showing his movies at parties, and she decides to get back at him. to give him a taste of his own medicine, if you will.

she sees steve at one of his parties, and sets her sights on him. i’m thinking this is when eddie is still secretly dating her, maybe before they really go public with their relationship. so, steve has no idea that she’s eddie’s girlfriend, and flirts back with her when she starts. eddie eventually finds them, and his blood immediately starts to boil when he sees them together. he walks over and takes her arm, turning her around to face him.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” eddie asks.

“im making a new friend with another porn star i used to watch,” she says, jerking away from him and turning back to the man.

eddie takes her arm again, and wheels her around. “what the hell do you mean? I thought I was the only one you used to watch.”

“you were my favorite,” she says. “but you weren’t the only one.”

“what?!” he asks, feeling his jealousy and rage beginning to boil. “you told me i was the only one!”

“well, maybe i lied, asshole,” she says. “how does it feel?”

“you’re a real brat,” he says. “you know that, don’t you?”

“should i go, or?” steve asks, visibly confused.

“no, stay,” she says, cuddling up to him. “eddie here was supposed to be my boyfriend, but he thought it was cute to show his porn to everyone at the last party. including a bunch of women.”

“oh, that’s not cool, man,” steve says.

“enough of this bullshit!” eddie says, grabbing her arm and pulling her toward him. “you’re getting back at me, fine. whatever. but cut the shit.”

“what shit?” she asks, jerking out of his grip forcefully and pressing against steve. “maybe this one will treat me better.”

“you ARE hot,” steve says.

“excuse me?!” eddie thunders, pushing her out of the way and getting in his face. “you wanna maybe say that again, fucker?”

“i said she’s fucking hot,” steve says. “no use lying or denying it.”

“i’m taking you home,” he says to her. “right now.”

“fuck that and fuck you,” she says to him. “i’m not going anywhere.”

“then get away from him!” eddie says.

“why?” she asks. “are you jealous, eddie?”

“yes!” eddie says. “now enough of these games! let’s go!”

“hm, no,” she says, turning toward steve and pulling him down for a kiss.

what happens next happens fast. she feels herself being pulled away rather roughly, and then eddie is punching steve. steve didn’t have time to punch back; he didn’t even have much time to react to what was happening next. eddie grabs her and slaps her ass, bending her over in front of steve. she moans, pushing back against eddie before he growls. people were watching now, the party forgotten as they laid their eyes upon the drama unfolding before their eyes.

“you want me to show them you belong to me?” eddie asks. “huh?”

“mmm hmm,” she says, pushing back again. “want you to show them that i’m all yours.”

“gladly,” he says, ripping her shirt and skirt and discarding the ratty remains. she moans, and he pushes her panties aside to slip inside of her. “eddie!”

“this is what you wanted all along, isn’t it?” he snarls. “wanted to give everyone a live fucking show?”

“yes,” she moans, clenching around him as he starts to drill her. “it’s what i wanted all along, daddy.”

“you’re such a bad fucking girl,” he says, slapping her ass as hard as he can. “you’re just so goddamn depraved.”

“you can do better than that,” she says. “show them what you’re really capable of.”

“okay,” he says, reaching down to choke her as he pounds her. steve is in awe, his jaw dropped. everyone else is whispering and gaping, unable to believe what they’re seeing. “like this, you goddamn brat?”

“yes,” she breathes. “please don’t stop.”

“trust me, I won’t,” he says. “we won’t be done until I say we’re done. i think bringing you to the edge and not letting you cum is fitting, don’t you?”

“no,” she whines. “eddie—“

“shut up,” he hisses. “you wanna make me jealous? fine. but that doesn’t go without consequences, baby.”

“you’re just mad because he’s hotter than you,” she goads.

“the fuck did you just say?” eddie asks, yanking her head up as he drills against her sweet spot. “maybe wanna repeat that?”

“i said he’s hotter than you,” she says.

he pulls out of her and slaps her pussy, before slamming back inside of her. “his dick isn’t even as big as mine. you would know that.”

“but he’s still hotter,” she says.

“no the fuck he isn’t,” eddie says. “you’re just being a goddamn brat right now.”

“bet he could make me choke on his cock,” she says. “bet he could make me cum and scream and—“

“I said shut your mouth!” he says, laying three harsh spanks on her ass. “he isn’t the one inside of you right now, is he? he isn’t making you a soaking fucking mess. he isn’t making you clench, he isn’t making you moan, he isn’t gonna make you cum. that’s all me.”

“maybe i’m thinking about him,” she says. “I am looking at him, after all.”

eddie pulls out, clearing off a table. bowls and drinks fall to the hardwood floor, but he doesn’t care about the mess. he throws her onto the table and pushes inside of her again, moaning as he does so. he grabs her throat, holding her in place. “look at me now, baby. don’t look at any of them. be a good girl for me, and stop this act; I promise I’ll let you cum.”

“mark me,” she begs. “show them that I really do belong to you.”

“oh yeah?” he asks, fucking her hard as he leaves hickeys along her skin. “is that what you want?”

“yes,” she moans, clawing at his back. “fuck me…please keep fucking me, eddie…”

“becoming too cock dumb now, are we?” he teases, biting her neck as she cries out. “poor thing.”

“just you, eddie…” she says, gripping him harder as he hammers her sweet spot. “just you..”

———————

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#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson smut

[strangersteddierthings]

Writing Prompt for this list, requested by @suddenlyinlove. #42. "His ego is so visible; I can almost watch it grow." and #30. “Can I sit here? The other tables are full.”

Details - This is an AU with a twist I don't wanna spoil so like... suspend your disbelief please. Period-typical homophobia and thus, the use of slurs derogatorily. Stir clear if that is triggering.

Posted on Ao3 because it is long (9.7k) and it might be easier to read there for some.

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August 25, 1984 - Two Days Before the Start of School

There's a good view of the whole party from their dark corner of the yard, where Jeff, Gareth, and Brian are huddled around him. Eddie'd told Carol Perkins he'd show but only if his friends could come, too. If she wanted weed, then his friends could have beer.

Plus, if he was going to suffer, they were going to suffer. That's what friendship was about.

"His ego is so visible; I can almost watch it grow," Eddie mutters, glaring in the general direction of Steve 'The Hair' Harrington as he laughs at something (he's clutching his beer awfully tight for someone having fun- Nope, Eddie doesn't care).

"Right? Can see it ballooning right before our eyes," Jeff says. This is why Jeff is his best friend. They hate on the same things. People. Whatever.

"Sorry for you guys," Eddie fakes sympathy, "once I graduate, I won't have to deal with it. Let me know if anyone shoves you into a locker though. I'll slash some tires or refuse to sale 'em weed. Whichever hurts them more."

"You said that last year," Gareth says. "And yet."

Eddie pretends to stab himself in the heart, falling to the ground dramatically, gasping like he was dying before finally stilling, staring as unblinking as he could at the sky.

Jeff nudges him with his foot, "good riddance, Munson. People will remember you weirdly."

Eddie breaks character to grin up, lifting a hand that Jeff takes and helps pull him up. "Remembered weirdly is what it's all about."

"Speaking of weird, Harrington's being... weird," Gareth says, tilting his head slightly, still looking in the direction they'd all been looking at just moments before. "When you just dropped he like... I dunno. Weird."

"What, weird how. What did he do?" Eddie whips to look at Harrington, who is looking back, looking worried, and is slightly closer than he was before. Eddie watches as Harrington's eyes track his entire self, looking for what, Eddie can't even begin to understand. He can visibly see the tension leave Harrington's body, pretty sure even his friends clocked that (even though they have less experience in the Harrington-watching department than himself).

"When you dropped, he like... rushed forward. I think he caught how fucking weird that would be for him to do 'cause he stopped just as quickly. That's weird, right?"

"Really fucking weird."

Harrington steps back into his friend group, more on the outside than he was before. (Did seem like people loved Hargrove a bit more than Harrington these days).

Eddie and his friends go back to trash talking everyone they can set their eyes on. It's easy to do, what with being ignored in the corner again. Occasionally Eddie is flagged down by someone, or they try and make eye contact (which is worse), so he huffs as though put upon and marches off to a different corner of the Perkins' backyard to sale his contraband.

(If he's marking it up, well, these rich kids can afford it.)

Anyway, their trash talk always seems to come back to Harrington. None of them acknowledge it out loud but Harrington's the easiest to shit talk in public because he's the safest. He's egotistical, kinda airheaded, and an asshole, but in a different way than Hagan or Jackson or most of the other jocks.

Harrington is the kind of asshole that you introduce yourself to 15 times and unless you're 'popular' he doesn't bother to remember he's already met you. Hagan and Jackson are assholes that give you a swirlee if you sneeze wrong near them, or will call you a fag before gut punching you behind the bleachers because they think they caught you staring at them (which Eddie was not ((It was Harrington he was staring at)).

He's safe to shit talk because he doesn't get physical (couldn't win a fight if the rumors were true (Also they all saw how he looked after Jonathan got him)) and rarely gets confrontational (less so with each passing year). Eddie thinks that's his ego - he's so full of himself that anything you say about him can't possibly affect him. (What are the words of a peasant in the face of a king, after all?)

That's not to say they haven't fucked up and said something at just the right time to provoke Harrington in the past, because they all have, but it's typically his lackeys that jump in defense, that say something first to defend Harrington. And The King will let them bark and growl just enough to put the peasants back in their place, calming his dogs with words of 'they're not worth it' and 'if what he said meant anything it would have hurt, wouldn't it?' which is just rude. Like Eddie and his friends aren't even people capable of drawing Harrington's attention, much less his wrath.

If Eddie's honest with himself (he's not), he would stop to question why he even wants to provoke a reaction from Harrington (it's because of his stupid crush), but Eddie's not honest so...

The point is, they feel pretty comfortable trash talking Harrington in hushed whispers to themselves in a corner of Carol Perkins' yard.

"Do you think he, like, genuinely thinks he looks cool when he does that?" Gareth whispers as they watch Harrington shotgun a beer, again.

"Dunno, probab-" Jeff cuts himself off, a quizzical expression on his face as he turns his head to look towards the Perkins' house. He's got ears that pick up everything, so Eddie just watches as he moves away from the group to the fence. Watches as Jeff jumps to look over. When he lands, he flips quickly back to them, looking between them and the group of party goers. He takes a moment, assessing his options it seems, before cupping his hands around his mouth and shouting, "Cops in bound! Just turned onto the street!"

The party starts scattering instantly, teens running in all directions.

Brian and Gareth eye the back fence and Eddie knows immediately they're not going to jump it. Eddie throws Gareth the keys to his van, "get Jeff and go."

They don't argue, they've done this song and dance before. Eddie knows they might get a stern talking to for smelling like beer but if Eddie's in the van with them, they're all ending up in jail because of what's in his lunchbox. (Hell, they'd still get a night in jail instead of just a warning for the beer if Eddie's in the van without the lunchbox).

Eddie's not the most athletic but he's gotta run. He tosses his lunchbox over the back fence before hauling himself up, one leg over and trying to get the other when he gets high-centered for a moment before gravity starts to pull him down (thankfully on the correct side of the fence) only to find the chain on his jeans catches along something at the top, leaving him to cling quickly to the fence, praying he can muster enough upper body strength to haul himself back up enough to unstick the chain before the cops get here. He tries to readjust and his hand slips, he can't get any leverage. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

He's so screwed. Officer Callihan said if he was caught again, he'd be tried as an adult. Wayne's going to kill him. Why won't these stupid jeans just rip, how has the chain not given way yet? He's going to get caught with his lunchbox right at his feet. He's-

Being shoved back up, someone's shoulder digging painfully into his ribcage to get the leverage needed for Eddie's body to be high enough for the stranger's hand to sneak up and unstick the chain. Eddie expects to be dumped suddenly and unceremoniously on the ground but this does not happen. Instead, his mysterious hero manages to keep him pinned up on the fence long enough to turn themselves so both of the stranger's arms are under Eddie and then they kind of just... sink together, using the fence as a counterweight by leaning into but not actually dragging Eddie down against it.

The culmination of which ends with Eddie being held like some blushing bride in Steve Harrington's lap. Eddie opens his mouth to say... something. What, he doesn't know, but Harrington lifts a finger to his lips to signal him to be quiet. So, he stays quiet, heart pounding.

It takes about five full seconds before the sounds of the cops busting the party actually start, the sirens on the cars flipping on to let the scattering teens know they've been caught. In that same instance, Harrington sweeps up Eddie's lunch box and shoves it onto his chest, where one of Eddie's hands comes up to wrap around and hold it close on instinct, the sound the metal handle clanging on the metal lid meaningless in all the other sounds happening.

Using his other hand, Harrington basically folds Eddie forward and out of his lap, back on his own feet in a crouch. Harrington shoves his chin forward, a silent instruction to move but Eddie's still wrapping his head around the fact he's no longer dangling from a wooden fence like an idiot, so Harrington steps forward, a hand wrapping around the wrist of Eddie's free hand, forcing him to follow along as they stealth along the wooden fence of the Perkins' residence, then the fence of the neighbors, and finally a third neighbor before the fences run off and all that's left is the woods that boarder the town one way, and a way back to the road on the other.

Eddie should pull his wrist free and book it, run as fast and as far from Harrington and this party as he can get but he's kind of star struck right now (he can be a little honest with himself, as a treat). He just follows, lets Harrington jerk him around (don't even think it Munson, do not think about it-) and follows quietly.

Harrington peeks around the end of the fence, looking for any incoming trouble, Eddie assumes, and quickly jerks back, looking to Eddie, "you trust me, man?"

And Eddie, the idiot, says, "Yeah, man."

Harrington grabs his lunchbox, ripping it away from him with ease (Eddie's still star struck, okay?) and shoves it up against the fence, twisting his body as he does, so he ends up sitting with his back to this fence, body blocking sight of the lunchbox before pulling Eddie into his lap.

This is what brings Eddie back into his body. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Just don't punch me until I get the cop that's gonna round the fence any time now to go away."

Eddie could bolt but he's not particularly fast, so he'd be caught, and he knows the odds. Between himself and Harrington, they'll book him and let Harrington go with a warning. So, Harrington thinks he can get the cop to go away? Okay. He lets Harrington manhandle him (don't think it don'tthinkit don't-) He's absolutely thinking it because Harrington grabs his ass and pulls him flush against him before a hand cups the back of his head and shoves his face into Harrington's neck, and then Harrington whispers in his ear, "just pretend we've been making out back here for the last half hour."

Fuck! Harrington's trying to get him shot by the goddamn police. He is an idiot and should have known better than to trust him. Well. If Harrington thinks he can get away from this unscathed, he's sorely mistaken. Eddie lifts his hands to ruffle Harrington's perfect hair before gripping it roughly with one hand, the other moving to brace himself on the fence, then he latches onto Harrington's neck, intent on giving Harrington the biggest, ugliest hickie of his life. Try and explain that away you asshole.

Except Harrington's reaction isn't what Eddie had thought it would be. Instead of being shoved, the hands on his ass and in his hair squeeze, seemingly trying to get Eddie closer and that is definitely a moan his hears, breathed directly into his ear. It eggs Eddie on a bit, truthfully, so he pulls back a little, less set on just marking Harrington and a little more set on seeing if he can make Harrington actually enjoy it.

Eddie presses kisses over the bit of skin he'd just bit like a wild animal and runs his tongue up to gently pull at Harrington's earlobe, before kissing his way back down to suck at the same spot some more. Harrington keeps switching from squeezing at him to petting him and Eddie's not really going to complain. The police can come shoot him. He'll die- well, not happy but at least alright.

"Jesus Christ, kid!"

Eddie tries to jerk away, a reflex because that's Chief Hopper's voice and he's so fucking screwed, but Harrington keeps him moored there, face hidden, hand cradling his head more gently than it has been thus far, the hand on his ass moving up to his lower back, holding him closer... dare he say, protectively.

"Hopper," Harrington sounds more calm than Eddie thought he would, "hi."

Eddie wishes he could see what is happening because there is an awful lot of silence going on in which he can only assume Hopper and Harrington are staring at each other. (Having a silent conversation, perhaps?)

Then the heaviest sigh he's ever heard from Chief Hopper (and he's heard some heavy ones in his days) greets the air, "I don't want to know who that is. Just this once, I am going to pretend I didn't see you here. You'd think that you would learn- Next time you and your boyfriend sneak away from a party to- just go to his house. Jesus, if it had been anyone but me walking around this corner... Give it about twenty minutes before you leave." The sound of retreating footsteps and Hopper's voice reporting in his walkie an 'all clear' follow those words.

They don't part immediately. Eddie waits until the footsteps cannot be heard before pulling back. Harrington makes no move to remove his hands from Eddie's person, so as a result the hand that was in Eddie's hair falls to his shoulder, then his chest, where it rests now that he's back far enough to look at Harrington. The moon is bright, and Eddie's eyes have adjusted to the dark of the evening, so he can see Harrington's face. "How the fuck did that just work?"

Harrington gives an almost hysterical sounding giggle before he tries to drop his head back to rest on the fence. He can't successfully do that, because Eddie realizes he's still cradling Harrington's head with one hand.

He makes no motion to move his hand, just holds Harrington's head up as he seems to be going through... something right now.

It takes several minutes, but finally he speaks. "It's kinda personal. Let's just say, Hopper and I got history, a- well, a good history isn't how I'd put it, but like, we're on the same page with it."

"Did you fuck Hopper?"

Harrington laughs out loud and Eddie slaps his other hand (the one not currently petting his soft, soft hair) over his mouth to muffle the noise. That sobers Harrington a little, remembering the 'wait twenty minutes' thing and once it seems like he's got it together again, Eddie removes his hand.

"No. Nothing like that with Hopper."

Eddie's a bit hung up on that fact Harrington is not immediately shouting that he's not a fag and would never have slept with the chief of police, a man. "You're really not gonna tell me."

"No."

They just kind of look at each other after that. Eddie's not sure what to do now. He should get out of Harrington's lap, right? That's a thing he should definitely be doing right now.

But.

But Harrington isn't shoving him off. In fact, his eyes are half closed as he stares at Eddie, eyes occasionally flicking up to meet his own, so Eddie feels like he can confidently say King Steve is looking at his lips. Eddie licks his lips, a test of sorts.

Harrington passes, because his tongue flicks out to lick his own lips.

"Hey, Eddie," (what the fuck. Harrington has never, not once, said his name, and Eddie has re-introduced himself several times.) "I want to kiss you. Can I?"

Oh.

Eddie's never been asked that before.

Gross. Eddie's got fucking butterflies in his stomach from Steve fucking Harrington.

Eddie wants to say yes so fucking bad but- well, his whole world view of Steve Harrington has just been rocked and now a ball of guilt is forming inside him for how he's marked up Harrington's neck like a wanton slut and Harrington asks for a kiss. But Harrington is also, at minimum, five beers in plus the weed, so he's clearly not thinking straight (ha fucking ha) because he wouldn't be asking him for a kiss if he was.

"No," Eddie says softly, "you're drunk. If you still wanna kiss me in the daylight, ask then."

Harrington scrunches his face and Eddie doesn't know him well enough to decipher what that look means, but he nods, sitting up so he can lean forward and nuzzle his face into Eddie's chest, bumping the top of his head against Eddie's chin like a cat.

Eddie leans his head atop Harrington's and lets himself be cuddled.

What a weird fucking night.

-

"Jeff!" Eddie flings himself on his friend's couch the next day, face down in the cushions, his voice mumbled as he continues, "I don't know what to do."

Jeff, ever patient with Eddie, just folds his legs at the knee and sits on the couch, dropping his legs back down and into his lap. "The way I see it, you do nothing."

"Nothing?"

"You sound extra pathetic mumbling into the couch. Nothing. If Harrington wants to kiss you, he'll ask again. If he doesn't, or tries to turn this on you, remind him he's the one that let another boy mark him up. You don't know if you can trust him."

Eddie musters all his strength to turn his head to the side so he can breath again. "You're right. As usual."

"Try not to sound so annoyed and disappointed."

"I should trust the Munson doctrine. If it's too good to be true, then it's not true," Eddie says as he wiggles forward, out of Jeff's lap and onto his knees, shuffling around until he's sitting cross-legged on the center cushion.

"Maybe, maybe not. Like, we know Harrington's an asshole but he's not mean," Jeff says. "besides, maybe being dumped by Nancy Wheeler for Jonathan Byers might have shaken some decency into him. Humility, even."

Suppose they'll learn if that's true tomorrow. "You can't tell anyone what I told you."

"Duh. Blackmail only works if the leverage you have is still a secret."

-

“Can I sit here? The other tables are full.”

Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, and Brian all look up at the same time. Harrington isn't even holding a lunch tray, hands in the pockets of his letterman jacket, striped polo tucked into light wash jeans under his opened jacket, Eddie's hickie only half hidden by the polo's collar.

Eddie's eyes scan the cafeteria quickly. Hawkins is a small town, so it stands to reason the schools are too. There are literal, completely empty tables. So, Eddie's eyes go to the table Harrington usually sits at.

Ah.

Everyone there is looking over. Watching. Waiting, probably. This is the trick. The joke. If Eddie lets him sit, they've pegged him for the desperate fag they all tell him he is.

"'Fraid this table is full, too," Eddie says, careful to sound bored as he says it, looking directly at Harrington.

Harrington's eyes widen slightly, like he hadn't expected Eddie to deny him. Well, joke backfired, buddy.

"I.... see," Harrington says slowly. "My mistake."

And they all watch him leave with such little fanfare that Eddie's wondering if he misread the situation. Was Harrington actually wanting to sit with them- but no. He watches as Harrington returns to his table, to the royalty of Hawkins High. Hagan says something to him and Harrington just shrugs with one shoulder before plopping onto the bench.

They wait for Harrington to start up conversation, for the leering and mocking to start up but it doesn't. Harrington just sits there in silence.

"What... was that?" Gareth asks, looking away from the Royalty to look at Eddie.

"Got no idea," Eddie lies, even as Jeff is leveling him with a look he refuses to acknowledge.

-

November 7th, 1984

Harrington was absent yesterday (not that Eddie keeps track) and now here Harrington is, slinking into the American History class they share for first period, face busted to shit. Eddie does a double take because he thinks his eyes are playing tricks on him but no. Harrington looks worse than when Jonathan got him.

Eddie spends the first twenty minutes of class just watching Harrington. Harrington slides into his chair and keeps his head down, eyes closed most of the time. Every now and then he winces and drops his head into his hands, palms digging into eyes. He looks bad.

Then Harrington goes a little green around the gills and looks like he's forcing himself to swallow down vomit and Eddie's done watching the sad display. "Hey, Miss Click, I think Harrington's gonna lose his breakfast all over the back of Thompson if he doesn't get outta here soon."

Miss Click looks like she's gonna give him detention again but then she looks at Harrington and must agree with his assessment. "Help him to the nurses office, Eddie."

Normally Eddie would argue but Harrington is also looking at him now and he really wants to know what happened so instead of arguing, he stands. Harrington does, too, grabbing his bag from the floor and shuffling towards the door.

The halls are empty and Steve makes it maybe ten feet down the hall before he falls against the lockers, shutting his eyes tightly.

"Come on, Harrington," Eddie grabs his backpack from him and shoulders it, then pulls one of Harrington's arms around him. "Just keep your eyes closed. I won't walk you into any walls."

"Thanks."

It's so quiet, Eddie's not sure he was even meant to hear it. They walk in silence a bit more before Eddie asks, "so, what happened?"

"Nothing."

"Oh, sure. Nothing causes this all the time."

"What'd'ya care."

Fair. That's fair. He shut Harrington down quickly at the beginning of the year. And Eddie's had plenty of time to concede it might have been the wrong thing to do. Harrington really wasn't setting him up to be a joke, or a punching bag, because if he had been, Eddie would have been jumped by now. Especially since it's fairly common knowledge that Harrington has fallen from grace, replaced by Billy Hargrove. A whole asshole and a half, that one.

They're silent all the way to nurse and even after Harrington vanishes behind the door, Eddie loiters in the hall. He doesn't care about getting back to class. Whatever is happening with Harrington is so much more important.

Another period later and Harrington is shoving himself through the door, even as the nurse protests behind him.

"I'll be fine, really. I'm sure my mom's not answering because she's not near the phone. There's no need to worry," Harrington catches sight of Eddie then. He looks surprised, but says to the nurse, "Eddie here will drive me home. I promise I won't be driving with a concussion."

She looks past Harrington to Eddie and he finds himself nodding frantically. The nurse, not paid enough to argue with teenagers, nods back and Harrington escapes back into the hall without argument.

"You need a ride?"

"I can drive myself."

"Absolutely not. You just said you were concussed."

Harrington looks like he wants to argue more but before he can, he folds a bit into himself, hands pressing into eyes again.

"Look, I owe you anyway, alright. Let me repay."

There's a long silence, then, "okay."

Eddie walks into Gareth's third period class and deposits the keys to his van to him with instructions to pick him up from Harrington's after school (Jeff is his best friend, but Gareth is the safer driver) before helping Harrington limp his way to his own car, where he hands over his keys very forlornly and climbs into his car. Eddie takes the driver's seat and they're off.

"You gonna give me directions, Harrington?"

"You've been to my house before."

This is true. He just didn't know Harrington remembered that. Hagan had invited Eddie to deal there, once; Harrington himself, twice. He didn't know Harrington had even remembered he was there. "Didn't know you remembered that."

"You've been to my house four times."

"Three."

Harrington lull his head to the side to squint (is he trying to glare?) at Eddie. "Four."

Four? Eddie didn't remember- oh. Harrington's ninth birthday party. Eddie was invited, one of the few who hadn't been in Harrington's class to get an invitation. He was in fifth grade, Harrington in fourth. It was shortly after Wayne had brought him to Hawkins.

"Your birthday party. Why'd you even invite me to that?"

Harrington doesn't answer.

-

"I thought you said your mom was home," Eddie says as he follows Harrington into his house.

"I lied."

"Clearly," Eddie says, looking around as he continues to follow Harrington upstairs.

Harrington just allows it, which Eddie wants to question but won't because he's working out how to apologize for the first day of school without apologizing.

"If you're here alone, who's waking you up to make sure you aren't dead?"

"No one. And clearly, I am not dead."

"Someone's supposed to wake you every few hours, right?"

Harrington shrugs. "Don't need anyone to. Why, were you gonna offer?"

Was he? No. Maybe. He follows him all the way to his plaid hellscape of a room, watches as Harrington flicks on his light, then tries to block the sunlight with his sad curtains and gives up quickly, opting to toe himself out of his shoes and crawl under his covers instead.

It's fucking pathetic.

Eddie leaves Harrington's room to start opening and closing doors around the upstairs. Rich people always have a- yes! A linen closet. Eddie pulls out the darkest towels and heads back to Harrington's room.

"You got tacks or nails or safety pins?"

Harrington pokes his head out from beneath his covers, squinting at Eddie. "Tacks in the cup on the dresser." then he disappears again. Quite an awfully lot of freedom Harrington seems to be giving him. He could be snooping through things.

He doesn't, though (yet). He uses almost all of the tacks to get the towels to stay up, but no sunlight breaches them when he's done. Then he turns off the light and closes the door, leaving it open just a crack, before sitting himself on the edge of Harrington's bed.

"I owe you an apology, Harrington," Eddie finds himself saying. Fuck. He was trying to do this without having to actually do it. Too late now.

"Oh," he hears in the near darkness Harrington's surprise, feels shuffling as Harrington must be moving to look at him. "Erm, why do you think you owe me an apology."

"For the first day of school. I thought- I thought it was a prank. Or a joke. A cruel one."

Eddie turns to see Harrington peering at him, just his nose and up visible, hair a static ruffled mess, the comforter held in place by one hand. "It wasn't."

"I know that now," Eddie whispers, picking at a loose thread on the comforter. "I just- I'm sorry. I did want you to sit."

Silence. Then, "I get it, Eddie. I wouldn't trust me either."

"I said I trusted you, that night," Eddie says, "and I did. I do? I think... I didn't trust myself, I think, enough to believe that you were truly being genuine with me. I was shitty to you. So, I'm sorry."

"Apology accepted," Harrington says, "I'm gonna go to sleep now, my head is killing me. If you're hungry help yourself to whatever you can find in the kitchen. You're missing lunch period."

"You gonna sleep in your jeans?"

"Too much work to remove 'em," Harrington mumbles.

"Undo your belt and jeans."

"How forward," Harrington has an eyebrow raised.

"Just do it, ya tool," Eddie says with more bravado than he feels. He slides off the bed and watches the comforter shift as Harrington does as he's told. Eddie rounds to the end of the bed, pulling up the comforter and reaching under blind, finding Harrington's legs and trailing up to his knees to grasp of the jeans. "For your modesty. Lift your hips." Harrington does, and Eddie pulls. Harrington drops his hips back down once the jeans are near his knees, lifting his legs slightly instead, allowing Eddie to pull them off and drop them on the floor at the end of the bed. "Alright, sleep it off, Harrington."

Eddie leaves him to wander to the kitchen because he is hungry and missing lunch, and this free food is going to be infinitely better than whatever the cafeteria was offering simply because it's free.

The fridge has some leftovers in it, so Eddie helps himself to leftover chicken and mashed potatoes. He eats it standing in the kitchen.

Once done, he explores Castle Harrington. A big kitchen leads to a dining room, which rounds to a large living room with a wall of windows that lookout to the pool. Eddie's familiar with the backyard, where he'd station up and wait for people to buy. There's a little hall that leads from the living room to the stairs and front door, with another hall alone the middle of the wall there. It leads to a bathroom and a rec room, complete with pool table (fucking rich people) and another door farther still. It's locked but Eddie's a snoop, so he flips the latch and opens. It's an empty garage.

Eddie ends up removing his shoes, denim vest, and leather jacket, flopping down on Harrington's couch to channel surf, though his eyes keep flicking down to his watch. At the one-hour mark he sneaks back up to Harrington's room and looks for signs of life. Easy enough, Harrington snores.

He checks each hour. Eventually Gareth shows up, signaling his arrival with three sharp jabs to the horn of Eddie's van. Eddie heads out without putting anything back on.

"I'm staying. Harrington is not- it's not good, dude," Eddie says. "Looks like he got beat worse than I did when took a chance behind The Hideout."

Gareth's eyes go wide. Eddie'd gotten beaten for being gay (a busted lip and bruised ribs; would have been worse if the owner of The Hideout hadn't been stepping out back to smoke and ended up chasing away Eddie's assailant). "What happened?"

Eddie shrugs. "Don't know. But I gotta find out. I think he was being genuine with us, on the first day of school. I feel like I have to make sure he's okay."

Jeff leans forward to peer around Gareth from the passenger seat. "You feeling guilty, Munson?"

This is a conversation they've had several times. One Eddie never wins. "Well, yeah. If I'd let him be our friend, he might not have been wherever he was when he got the shit beat out of him. Might have been watching us at band practice or something instead."

Gareth makes a gagging noise. "Ew. You've got it so bad for Harrington. Polos? That's what gets you hot and bothered?"

Eddie feels his face go red. "Fuck off."

"Don't fuck up this time, Eddie," Jeff says before sitting back out of view.

"Call if you need a ride to school tomorrow," Gareth says before reversing out of Harrington's driveway.

Eddie waits until Harrington's gotten a full eight hours (most of which he spends snooping about the place) before going to wake him up. "Hey, you gotta get some food in you, I think. Up, up."

Harrington groans, but it sounds more annoyed than pained.

"Up, up, up, up," Eddie repeats, swatting lightly at Harrington's legs, occasionally grabbing to jiggle a leg.

"'m up. I'm up," Harrington says, sounding more like himself than he has all day. "Have you always been this annoying?"

"Call it the Munson Charm."

"Charm," Harrington repeats flatly.

"I already ate your mashed potatoes, so I'm hoping you're not wanting those for dinner. Lunch? Whatever."

Harrington throws the covers off, standing before Eddie in a polo shirt and plaid boxers. "Hey, Eddie. It's still daytime out there, yeah?"

"Yeah, didn't miss it."

"Cool, cool. Can I kiss you?"

Eddie freezes, remembering that's what he'd told Harrington to do. Ask him in the daylight. He does still want to kiss Harrington, but also, he's afraid. "First you ask drunk. Now you ask concussed. Still a no, buddy. It's gotta be daylight and without anything that could be messing with your mind."

Harrington takes the rejection well, just nods an okay and motions towards his door for Eddie to lead the way to the kitchen.

Harrington opts for a TV dinner, offering one to Eddie. He accepts, because, again, free food. Then they eat them at the dinner table like it's a real meal, instead of off of TV trays in the living room like normal people.

And the odd thing about it all is how not odd all of it is, actually. The last time they were alone together, Eddie ravished his neck like a goddamn vampire. And now they're just hanging out, chatting ideally like it's a thing they do all the time.

Eddie can see why Harrington became popular so quickly. He's easy to like when he's like this, soft spoken and kind. Eddie finds he wants to know if the guy sitting across from him is the real Harrington, or an act. Or was King Harrington the act? Eddie really hasn't known him enough to say that but he's seen this house. Conformity seems important to the Harringtons.

"You looked like you could use something to cheer you up," Harrington says, out of left field.

"What?"

"It's why I invited you to my ninth birthday. You'd just transferred to our school. Looked so sad all the time. Eight-year-old me hadn't experienced a sad birthday party, so I thought it would cheer you up."

Oh. "That's-" what is that? Sweet? Considerate in a way Eddie didn't think young Harrington possible of? "It worked. Your party was fun."

Harrington smiles at him, a soft and shy thing that makes the butterflies erupt in his stomach again. "Well, thanks for watching over me today. Made it easier to sleep, having someone else in the house."

"Anytime."

"You mean that?"

Does he? Eddie can't promise even himself that it will always be true, that he does really mean anytime, but it's true right now so he says, "yeah, man."

-

Being friends with Steve Harrington is so much easier than Eddie thought it could be.

Steve -because he's Steve now, not Harrington- doesn't come back to school the rest of the week, but he makes Eddie go, asking if he can gather his homework from his classes so he won't fall behind. And school has never been a real priority for Eddie (it is his second senior year) but hanging out with Steve has become important.

Jeff, Gareth, and Brian even come over on Saturday evening, at Steve's insistence. He wants to be their friend, too, it seems. And what an odd thing to see, his friends and Steve lounging around his rec room, Brian beating all of them at pool so easily it should be humiliating. Steve chats with them all like it's easy, normal, a thing he enjoys doing.

He can see his friends keeping the topics safe, music, high school gossip, they even start to discuss their grades. Eddie is mostly listening because he's been chatting with Steve all week, so he can see his friends are steering clear of anything other. They don't bring up anything Steve wouldn't talk to other jocks about.

Leave it to Steve to throw them for a loop. "Hey, you guys are all in Hellfire, right?"

The room screeches to a stop, all eyes going to Steve. He's not sure what's showing on his own face, but he can see all his friend's faces. They look surprised.

"Yeah," Jeff finds his voice first. "We're the only members."

Steve nods, "right. You play Dungeons and Dragons?"

"You know what Dungeons and Dragons is?" Brian asks.

"Yeah," Steve shrugs, fiddling with the beer can in his hands, "I know that, it's like -Hellfire, that is-, a high school club but- oh, this is gonna sound bad. I can tell already."

Eddie raises an eyebrow, curious, "just say it, Harrington. If we don't like it, there's four of us and one of you. We'll give you a swirlee in your own damn toilet."

Steve laughs and that seems to be all the push he needed because he relaxes, setting the beer down on a coaster, "I know some super cool kids who'll be freshman next year. I think they'd really want to be in your club. But, uh, since Eddie and I will be graduating this year, I was wondering if you'd want to move your game from the school to here? So they can join in."

Eddie's brain shuts off. Steve knows some cool middle schoolers, who play Dungeons and Dragons, and thinks the should all come to Steve's house to do that. Play DnD together. (Steve also believes he's going to graduate this year, ha!)

"I'm sorry," Jeff says, laughter in his voice, "there's no such things as cool middle schoolers."

Steve frowns slightly, "well, these will be the first, then. They've got their own DM, his name's Will, but I think he could learn a lot from Eddie. And Dustin loves this game so much. But if they wait until next year to officially join the club, Eddie won't be there."

Steve knows that Eddie is the DM. Steve knows what a DM is. (Steve really believes he's going to graduate this year?). "How- what? How do you even know about Hellfire? Or that I'm the DM?"

"I go to school with you guys," Steve says, "I know I'm an asshole but I'm not oblivious. Just because I didn't acknowledge the existence of your club before now doesn't mean I was unaware of it."

Fair point.

"Alright. Let's have our next club meeting here instead of the school. You can bring these cool middle schoolers and we'll see. If they're just lame middle schoolers, we're going to be very disappointed."

"Great! You meet Thursdays, right? They'll be here."

-

Monday is the real test. Eddie's feeling some kind of way about Monday. It's lunch, and everyone is already at their usual tables except Steve, who hasn't arrived yet.

Jeff catches his eye and Eddie can see he's thinking the same thing. It was easy to be friends with Eddie 'The Freak' Munson behind closed doors and in front of people already his friend. But if Steve actually comes through those doors and sits at their table, he'll be a target. Fully and officially.

Of course, Eddie catches sight of Steve as soon as he does come in, sack lunch in hand. He watches as Steve doesn't even hesitate. He weaves his way around other teens and plops down at their table, into the space left available for him between Eddie and Gareth. Watches as Steve beams at him before pulling a fucking pb&j out of his stupid brown sack.

Eddie can hear the murmuring around them, catches Steve's name and his own, knows that they've all been noticed today. The outcome of what will happen because of this, unknown.

Eddie doesn't like the unknown.

He might be willing to face it, though, if Steve keeps smiling at him.

-

The week passes. No one says anything to him. Steve sits at their table every day.

Thursday comes and he gets to meet some pretty cool middle schoolers, though unexpected ones. Will, the DM, turns out to be Will Byers, who was dead and then not dead and also the little brother of the guy who beat Steve up and stole his girlfriend (what the hell sparked this kids friendship with Steve?). Mike Wheeler, little brother of said ex-girlfriend. Lucas Sinclair and Dustin Henderson are the last two. Eddie has never heard of these two, and therefore doesn't have any opinions just yet.

The kids know their stuff but they don't end up playing. Character creation takes some time, and Eddie's gotta think about how to incorporate four new characters (he was expecting one lame middle schooler, even though Steve had used the plural of kid every time he talked about them).

Before they all head out, Steve asks to talk to Eddie.

"Hey, I just- if the kids get into other after school activities, would you be okay with moving the date of the club meeting? My house is available every day, not just school days."

What an odd request. "I guess? Why?"

Steve shrugs (but it's a shrug Eddie has come to know doesn't mean 'I don't know' and means something closer to 'I have a perfectly valid explanation for this but don't know how to put it into words so it's easier to say I don't know') and says, "some school activities can't be rescheduled. It's be kinda shitty to make them miss this by forcing them to chose."

"There's a story there. I want to know it."

Steve looks at him, open in a way that Eddie hasn't experienced. "I want to tell you. But I'm not ready for that. Not yet. Now, go home and do your damn homework. I gotta drop these kids off."

-

December 21st, 1984 - Christmas Break

"I can't believe you did Dustin's hair for their Snowball dance," Eddie says as they watch Jeff, Gareth, Brian, Mike, Will, Lucas, and Dustin pile into Eddie's van after a rare, afternoon meeting of Hellfire. Gareth offered to take everyone home (maybe Eddie had to beg him to do it so he could stay and bother Steve, but that's between him and Gareth).

"He deserves a good older role model. I try to be that person," Steve says, and before Eddie can mock him for being egotistical, he continues, "that's why I wanted them to meet you, I guess, back in November. Dustin deserves a role model who understands the things he likes. Dustin needs you."

Eddie doesn't know what to say to that, so he just walks to the living room, grabbing the remote and settling in on the couch. Steve joins him shortly, sitting next to him rather than at the other end of the couch.

"You finish your homework?"

"Oh my god, mom," Eddie rolls his whole head dramatically, "no. I'll get it done eventually."

"Eddie," Steve says, sounding serious. Eddie turns to him, and Steve reaches out, grabbing one of Eddies hands, slotting their fingers together and Eddie feels those damn butterflies he's so used to these days. "I want to graduate with you. We can have a joint graduation party here. But that can't happen if you don't do your homework."

Eddie looks at Steve, feeling more seen than he's ever been in his life. His hand clutches back at Steve's. "Yeah. Okay. I'll graduate with you. Class of '85."

"Joint party?"

This is Eddie's chance to ask the question he's been itching to ask. "Your parent's won't mind you sharing with the resident freak?"

"My parents won't be here. They send me a card with a letter to take to their local accountant, who will arrange for a graduation cake to be delivered on a date of my choosing and give me money to host whatever kinda party I want. And what I want, is a joint party."

"You sound so sure of that."

"I am," Steve says, looking away to stare towards the TV, "I know the exact date they'll be in town between now and April 1986."

The fact Steve says 'date' and not 'dates' is not lost on Eddie. "When's that?"

"May 28th, 1985."

Eddie studies the side of his face, looking for any hint of a joke. "How do you know that?"

"Would you believe me if I said it's because I'm actually twenty-one, and have already lived through these events, and by some miracle was sent back into the body of my 17-year-old self to try and stop something terrible from happening?"

Eddie hits him with a throw pillow. He'll get the truth out of him one day.

-

May 3rd, 1985

Eddie graduates with Steve. It was fucking hell making it happen, but Steve recruited Nancy Wheeler to help tutor them both. (Eddie thought he'd be jealous, but Steve really isn't into Nancy anymore. They'd chat, he'd ask about Jonathan even, but most importantly, he'd always sat closer to Eddie than Nancy).

All of Hellfire is invited to their graduation party, his Uncle Wayne, too, along with the entire Byer's family, Chief Hopper and his daughter, Max Mayfield, and Robin Buckley. Most of these people aren't a surprise to Eddie by the time the party comes around but meeting them and learning that Steve considers this odd group of people his family was a surreal thing when it was happening.

(The real surprise person is Robin Buckley, who Steve had tried to befriend briefly during January but quickly backed out of doing that when he saw how weirded out it made Buckley. Buckley does not show to their joint graduation party but everyone else does.)

Steve and his uncle get along well and it makes some deep part of Eddie warm and fuzzy. Wayne was initially distrustful of Steve (rightfully so, given Eddie's history with jocks, and that he might have complained, loudly and often, about Steve to his uncle before. Hard to backtrack that.)

But Steve had shown up one day, asking to speak to Wayne instead of Eddie. Wayne had said yes, and then they both climbed into Wayne's pickup and went God knows where because Wayne and Eddie both know if they'd stayed on the property, Eddie would have done his best to eavesdrop.

Upon return, Steve had given Wayne a hug, hopped in his own car, and left.

Neither will tell him what they talked about, the jerks.

But all that to say, they're here, the sliding-glass door that leads to Steve's backyard wide open as people freely move from the inside to the outside and back. His friends, Steve's friends, their friends mingling easily. Hopper and Wayne chat, Jonathan and Gareth are hucking kids into the pool (at their request), Nancy is talking with Jeff and Brian, and Steve is standing at Eddie's side, holding a plate and eating cake (chocolate with raspberry filling, Eddie's favorite).

Steve spends a lot his time at Eddie's side.

Eddie expected Steve to be tired of him by now. To give up. But he hasn't. Every now and then, he still asks if he can kiss Eddie. And Eddie keeps saying no. Always an excuse, always a reason. It's been fucking with Eddie's head because he doesn't understand how Steve can be so willing, and wanting, to kiss another guy. Especially since the guy he wants to his is Eddie Munson!

Steve doesn't always ask when they're alone. He's asked when other people at this party are around, but always too quiet to be heard, like he's protecting Eddie's secret but doesn't care if people know his own. A little part of Eddie was mad at him about it; Steve's never been beaten up for being queer which probably makes it easier to be open about it.

In fact, Steve had asked him just this morning as they put their graduation gowns on over their regular clothes in the school parking lot.

"Eddie, can I kiss you?"

"No. Why are you so eager to get beat up?"

"I'm not scared of these people, Eds," Steve says with that damn shrug.

"You should be! This town'll try and kill you for being a fag," Eddie spits out, memories of Hagan, Jackson, Hargrove, the man from The Hideout, all come back to him.

"I've seen Hell, and I'm not afraid of a single person in this town," Steve says, voice cold and Eddie used to doubt that, but they've been friends for months now and Eddie's seen the nail bat he keeps in the trunk of his car, and been there when Steve's woken up screaming. Steve doesn't talk about it and Eddie hasn't pushed but this is- hearing this is the most direct Steve's ever been about it. Whatever the fuck it was.

"Tell me about it," Eddie finds himself say. "You've seen Hell?"

This brings Steve back to himself it seems, because he looks shocked by Eddie's words even though Steve said them first. "Not today. Today, we graduate!"

So, they've graduated, they've partied, and now, Eddie has questions.

"Hey, Steve, follow me," Eddie says and heads back into the house. He doesn't look back, doesn't need to to know Steve is following. He goes up the stairs and into Steve's room, waiting for Steve to enter before closing the door behind him.

"Want to get me alone, Munson?" Steve asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Yeah. I want to know about Hell."

Steve drops onto the edge of his bed like a stone. He can see the war going on in Steve's head. He can wait this out. He leans back against the door, a confirmation for Steve that he's not going to give up on this easy.

"Eds, you didn't believe me before. I don't- I don't want to lose you if you don't believe me again."

Again? Eddie would have remembered if Steve had told him anything about Hell. "Trust me, then. Trust that I'm not going to leave just because I don't believe what you say."

"Okay," Steve says. "You asked, back in December, how I knew when I'd be seeing my parents again. Remember?"

Eddie thinks before wrinkling his nose and saying, "Yeah. Time travel."

"Yeah. Like Back to the Future but- shit. That's not out yet. But yeah, time travel. Sorta? I don't know. Maybe I didn't travel through time and instead just had a vision of the future. Or a prophetic dream. Or whatever."

Eddie is less leaning against the door, and more using it for support now. "The fuck, Harrington? You weren't joking about that? You really believe that?"

"Yeah. And I got a majority of the people in my backyard to believe me, so I'm hoping I can convince you, too. And if-if I lose you. If you think I'm crazy, or a liar, or whatever, it's better that I lose you this way than-" Steve cuts himself off, a choked sob following those words. Never, not once, has Eddie seen Steve cry, but he's seeing it now. Crying, over the mere thought of losing Eddie. Because Eddie isn't gone, he's here in this room with Steve, and still Steve cries.

"Hey, hey, shh," Eddie shoves off the door to drop to his knees before him, hands going up to cup his face. "I'm here. You're not losing me because I'm here."

Steve nods, cheeks rubbing against Eddie's palms before Steve's hands come up to grip loosely at Eddie's wrists, Steve leaning in to rest his forehead against Eddie's. He takes a shaky breath in before he speaks. "I've already changed the future. In that other timeline, the bad one, you didn't graduate this year. You don't meet Dustin or Mike or Lucas until next year. I'm so fucking jealous of you because I think Dustin like you better than me because you understand the things he likes and I don't. You never got to meet Will, the Byers' had already moved to California by the time the kids are Freshman."

Eddie stays quiet, waits, closes his own eyes to just hear Steve.

"There's another world, Dustin says it's another dimension. I don't know enough about how it all works but we call it the Upside Down. There are monster there, the Demogorgon and Demodogs, and later, Demobats and Vecna."

"Vecna and Demogorgon at from Dungeons and Dragons."

"I know. These things had no name until we had to fight them. The kids named the Demogorgon. You and Dustin name Vecna. Now shush."

Eddie nods against Steve's forehead and listens to the impossible. Will being stuck in the Upside Down, a girl with superpowers, how Steve got involved, that Steve returned to a body that had fought the Demogorgon but the Demodogs hadn't happened yet. That he and Nancy break up because Steve knows both their hearts belong to others (Eddie's insides twist because he's sure that Steve is hinting that his heart belongs to Eddie but that's for later in the story).

Steve talks about going to Carol Perkins' party because he'd heard Eddie was going to be there. He doesn't know how the events go before this timeline because Steve hadn't gone to that party last timeline. He'd been with Nancy still, then.

He talks about how Hopper was the first person he told about the timeline change, because if anyone could prove he was telling the truth, it was El. Hopper hadn't believed him but it had built enough of a trust that Hopper was willing to let them go at the party.

He talks about the events that led to the concussion he'd got, that sparked their friendship fully. How he'd gotten it protecting those kids from Billy Hargrove. Burning down a pumpkin patch.

"You said you were twenty-one," Eddie says, when Steve stops talking. "That would make the year 1986? '87?. What happens next?"

Steve shakes his head. "I can't- there are things I can't say. Can't talk about yet because if I change the timeline too much, Vecna could win. And I can't-he cannot-I-"

"Shh, shhh," Eddie soothes, "no, you don't have to tell me. Thank you, for sharing this with me. I do... I have a question."

"Mmm?"

"How do I play into this. Why did you decide to be my friend now?"

"To change the future. In March of '86, you get- the Upside Down shit effects your life, too. We trauma bond and- I realized that I wish I had known you better. Sooner. We had one week together and honestly, I spent most of it pining after my ex. It took a while, but I realized I will always love Nance, but I wasn't in love with her. But that realization came after it was too late for us-" Steve cuts off, sobbing.

Eddie doesn't know what happened. Isn't sure he wants to. That's a timeline that's already lost forever. For it to come true, it requires him to be in high school and he's not. "Hey, it's okay. We're okay. We're going to stay okay."

They stay there, close, until Steve is calm again and ready to rejoin the party.

"Hey. Any chance I can see El move something with her mind?"

"Yeah. Gonna have to wait until your side of the family leaves, though. It's still fragile, who knows and who doesn't."

His side of the family. Like- Eddie cannot think on that too long or he's going to combust. "Can't wait to see."

Eddie does get to see. Steve pulls El aside as the party winds down and whispers in her ear. A little while later, while Eddie is the only one outside for his smoke break, his cigarette gets pulled from his mouth and flung into the pool. He jumps, because Jesus Christ, but a quick look towards the house shows him Steve, arms crossed and smiling, with El, arm extended towards Eddie still.

He can't find himself to be mad about the cigarette when El smiles at him.

-

Steve is already cooking breakfast when Eddie emerges from the guest room the morning after graduation. He'd been invited to share Steve's bed (just to sleep, Steve had sworn) but Eddie had to decline because he wasn't sure he could trust himself.

"Morning," Eddie says, draping himself boldly against Steve's back to look over his shoulder as he fries up hashbrowns. Steve doesn't even hesitate to lean back against Eddie.

"Morning."

"Put that down and turn around for a moment," Eddie steps back and Steve obeys, setting the wooden spoon he'd been pushing hashbrowns around with down, turning to lean himself against the counter rather than stay in front of the stove.

"What's up?"

"Just wanted to report that I am suffering no hang over effects. You?"

"None," Steve says, raising a questioning eyebrow.

"Good, good. Didn't fall out of bed and concuss myself either. Same for you I assume?"

"Same."

Eddie thinks Steve is starting to understand, if the little surprised face he does is anything to go by. "And I can't help but notice the daylight out that window. You see the daylight?"

Steve gives him a lopsided grin. "I do see it. Eddie, can I kiss you?"

"Yes."

They meet in the middle. For a kiss that's been a long time coming, it's so gentle. Steve cups his face like he's made of glass and Eddie should be annoyed by that but he's not. It just makes him feel safe.

Feel loved.

They break for air but don't go far from each other.

"I don't know what the future holds, unlike you," Eddie says, because he's a cheeky boy, "but I do know that no matter what it brings I'm here. You can't get rid of me now."

Steve looks conflicted, "not even if I asked you to go? For your safety? Even if it's to save you?"

Eddie shakes his head. "Babe, you've already saved me. You've already changed the course of my life." He clocks the way Steve's eyes darken when he calls him babe. "I'm gonna make sure I've changed yours for the better, too."

Steve hauls him back in by his shoulders. They kiss and kiss and kiss until the smell of burning hashbrowns ruins the mood.

Eddie doesn't know what horrors await (no one but Steve does) but they'll face those together.

#steddie #my fic #writing prompt #this is a monster so posted to ao3 for easier reading

[goatcheesecak3]

Halloween headcanons 🎃🦇🕸🕷

Going thru a few of devon's characters and guessing what they'd be getting up to on Halloween

#1 Adam

He's most likely taking you to some frat party, nothing too special, but he does dress up - well kinda. He puts a little fake blood around his mouth, says he's a vampire and calls it a day. Halloween is more about the parties than the spooks for him.

#2 Freddy Klein

Halloween is a business opportunity for him, knowing that parents are gonna be taking their kids trick or treating, he organises a few spooky games and refreshment to try and get their attention to the dealership. You help the kids play games like bobbing for apples, while Freddy tries to sell cars to their parents. Once the night is over, the two of you celebrate some successful sales wrapped up on the sofa with a couple of beers.

#3 Casper Galloway

Casper HATES Halloween, he's a big scaredy cat. Even the doorbell ringing from trick or treaters makes him jump out of his skin. He's still pretty freaked out from the whole zemon thing, so you go out of your way to distract him on Halloween. You order a pizza and snuggle up in bed to watch anything other than a horror film - he usually picks a rom com because let's face it, this man is a huuuuge softie.

#4 Mike (rip picture quality)

You and Mike go to great lengths to make Halloween fun for Angel. You carve pumpkins together, make her a little boo basket and take her trick or treating. You let her stay up an hour past her bed time on Halloween, so she can watch a spooky film for kids, like monster House. Once she's been put to bed, you and Mike split a bottle of wine while watching a classic horror film and fall asleep on the sofa together.

#5 Dean Taylor

According to Dean, Halloween is just an excuse to go out and raise hell without getting in trouble. He's been known to graffiti people's houses, set people's bins on fire and even mug drunk party goers. He's kinda an ass.

Where are you while all this is going on? You're at home none the wiser, waiting for him to get back so you can watch a movie together. You're under the impression that he's just out getting some snacks.. but now he's been gone an hour and you're pretty sure the store is closed by now.. oh, never mind, he just got back. He always seems to show up juuuust when you start to worry.

#Rodrick Heffley (yeah i made you wait until the very end, I know that's who you came here for)

He's throwing a rager, and you better believe he's gone all out with his costume. He's painted his face to look like a skeleton and ordered a cheap robe off amazon so he can go as the grim reaper. He usually gets pretty drunk at parties, but on Halloween, every time without a doubt, he gets absolutely wasted. It ends up being your job to carry him up to bed and try to wipe his face paint off him so he doesn't ruin his bedsheets. He ends up getting very clingy and insists that you stay and cuddle with him instead of going back to the party - which you have no problem with at all.

A/n happy Halloween everyone! Hope you enjoyed these hcs, and let me know if you think I should do more "How different characters would act in a scenario" type headcanons- because this was a lot of fun to write!

As always, replies and reblogs are greatly appreciated, they help me figure out what sort of stuff people wanna see more of :^)

Requests are still open! Check my pinned post for details

#rodrick heffley #adam from being charlie #freddy klein #casper galloway #dean taylor #mike sacrifice #devon bostick #dev bostick #devon bostick x reader #rodrick rules #headcanons #fluff #x y/n #rodrick #rodrick headcanon #rodrick x reader #rodrick hefflei #halloween #devon bostick adam #devon bostick dean taylor #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick #not my rodrick

[tomkaulitzssgirl]

can you pls make part 2 for "i'm gonna take care of you"? i'm soo intrigued akcnqmcn

I’m gonna take care of you | Tom Kaulitz 2

warning: heavy angst no spoilers

you stood quietly behind the studio door, where heidi and tom were arguing, screaming at the top of their lungs.

tom had revealed everything to her, telling her he loved you and about your pregnancy. insults flew, about you, about him, you heard the worst things ever.

suddenly the door slammed open, your eyes widened seeing the woman crying. you felt bad, sadness washing over you as she looked at you shaking her head, before giving a glance at your bump and walking away furiously.

tom came out of the studio with a sigh, a cigarette between his lips. he lit it up, taking a puff and blowing the smoke out. you didn’t know what to say or do.

he took your hand and brought you inside, where you could see smashed things on the floor.

“wow…” a gasp escaped out your mouth, making tom chuckle lightly.

“not the first time.” he commented sitting down on the couch and bringing you next to him.

“i feel guilty.” you sighed leaning against his shoulder. were you a bad person?

“don’t. i was gonna do this regardless. now let’s just stop talking about her.” tom sternly said placing his hand on your baby bump, “let’s focus on our family.”

4 months go by…

everything in your life was peaceful, happy and just what you wanted. tom was an amazing boyfriend, treating you like a queen, being super attentive to you and your baby.

bill was already a wonderful uncle, buying gifts for you baby or everything he saw that was unisex.

george and gustav were super caring and loving and you had actually got to know them more and found out how easy going and sweet they were.

your family and tom’s family were as happy as you guys, your mom even cried when she heard the news. and the best thing was, they were about to meet.

the day of the gender reveal finally had arrived, you couldn’t wait to know if it was a girl or a boy. you just wished the baby was healthy, being happy with both, meanwhile tom wanted a boy.

only bill knew what you guys were having, he fought everyone to have this important role. you gladly gave him the permission to know because he had become like a brother to you as well.

the party was ready, everything was set up and beautiful, people you invited were eating and laughing, having fun with each other.

you and tom couldn’t stop being next to each other, either hugging or kissing. you just loved each other too much.

“ew get a fucking room.” gustav commented as he walked past both of you two kissing, making you laugh.

“okay guys it’s time!” bill yelled as he walked towards you two.

everyone crowded around you guys, a giant screen that bill had set up was infront of you.

“i just wanna say, i’m so happy that you guys are together and i’m so excited to meet the baby. i don’t wanna talk much,” he began but was interrupted by georg saying “weird”.

bill gave him a dirty glance as everyone laughed, “as i was saying i don’t wanna talk much, so just watch the video i made.”

he pressed play on a computer and it began. it showed pictures of him and tom when they were kids, pictures of you when you were a kid that you didn’t even know how he got them, pictures of you guys now, and all complete with a beautiful song by ed sheeran: photograph.

at the end of the video, there was a part where it was just bill. “hi guys! i know you’re eager to find out your baby’s gender. i feel kinda powerful being the only one knowing it.” he laughed as he held the envelope that had the gender in his hands.

“well, as much as i want you guys to feel inferior, i know everyone else is here for a good time not a long time, so i just wanna say i love you two so much. now, the real star…” he said and started opening the envelope.

“IT’S A GIRL!” he screamed happily showing the paper to the camera.

pink confetti started falling down as you and tom hugged each other. you cried into his arms from joy and he almost did the same, kissing you repeatedly.

everyone cheered and started to hug you two, congratulating you. it was amazing, a feeling of happiness you had never had.

how did life get so beautiful?

3 months after…

“you ready?” tom asked as he adjusted the collar of his shirt infront of the mirror.

you nodded grabbing your purse, “yeah, so i like okay?” you watched your body in that tight dress you wore, not really liking it. you were seven months now and you had gained weight, your confidence wasn’t the best right now and you thought that you were ugly in everything you put on.

tom sighed putting his hands on your hips, kissing your cheek, “you look fucking hot. stop worrying now.”

he took your hand and dragged you out of the house.

you were going at a party to celebrate the release of tokio hotel’s new song, the place was already packed when you arrived. people were standing up, dancing and eating from the buffet.

“i’m thirsty, is there anything without alcohol?” you asked tom as you scanned the buffet. he asked the waiter immediately.

“yes, i’ll bring it to you soon.”

after a couple of minutes, he brought you a glass of what it had to be a sex on the beach without alcohol.

you drank it, almost immediately disgusted by it. you put down the glass, shaking your head. “it’s not good.”

tom laughed at your reaction, “let’s go find bill.”

some minutes had passed since you were talking to the other members. your head felt dizzy and your whole body was shaking but you didn’t know why.

“tom…” you called out, touching his arm, your eyes lost in a casual point infront of you.

he turned around while laughing but soon his expression faded out and a worried one appeared. “what’s wrong baby? why are your lips blue?”

“baby?”

“you hear me?!”

“Y/N?!”

soon, everything went black.

————————————————-

you woke up slowly, your eyes fluttering open and having problems adjusting to the morning light.

you looked around, this place wasn’t your home. it was too plain to be.

almost immediately you realised you were in a hospital, you looked beside you and there he was, tom holding your hand as his eyes were closed, head pressed against the mattress.

“t-tom…” you called out weakly.

he immediately shot his head up, his eyes widened at the vision of you awake. “baby! oh my god!”

he immediately hugged you as if hadn’t done that in a while.

“why are we here? am i sick?” you asked when he pulled away. he stroked your cheek, shaking his head.

“you…” he seemed to search for the right words to say but there weren’t any, “you were poisoned.”

your eyes got bigger and you sat up, “what?!”

doing that, you noticed something didn’t feel right. your eyes went down to your stomach. your bump wasn’t there anymore.

“w-where’s the baby?” your voice trembled, gulping down the knot that was already forming in your throat.

tom didn’t say anything, he just stared in your eyes, shaking his head. a tear fell down his cheek that he quickly wiped away before standing up, breathing out heavily.

that was all it took to make you understand.

you broke down, like you had never done before. your hands covered your face and your sobs filled the room.

tom, that was pacing back and forth, quickly came towards you wrappings his arms around you, kissing your head repeatedly.

“i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry.” he blamed himself. he blamed himself because he took you to that party and if he hadn’t done that, if you just had stayed home like you had said, this wouldn’t have happened.

“h-how…who?” you were trying to hard to understand who would’ve done such a thing.

gaining a bit of strength to answer that question, tom sighed. “heidi.”

suddenly, silence fell in the cold room.

a/n: don’t hate me 😭🫶🏻

#tokio hotel #tokiohotel #tom kaulitz #writing #fanfic #masterlist #fandom #tom kaulitz imagines #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz x reader

[musings-ofthe-unamused]

As Fate Would Have It (BNHA)

Pairings: Dabi x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: I do kinda wanna make this a series. I think it would be neato

The club was busy. You sat at the end of the bar, swirling the glass in your hands. You watched the pink liquid form a tiny little whirlpool before sloshing around. The bass of the music seemed to shake the whole bar, the flashing lights giving you a headache. You had no idea why people wanted to party on a Thursday night, yet here they were. It must have been nice to get so drunk that you had no worries, no thoughts. Only alcohol and having fun. Of course, everyone would face the consequences the next morning.

It was only 12 am, but you had already been hit on by three guys tonight. One was too drunk to even register what he was doing. That encounter lasted five seconds. The second one tried immediately grinding on you when you walked in the club. You had pushed him away in disgust, his girlfriend coming to fetch him. The last one just kept talking and talking…You had to politely tell him you weren't interested before he left. 

Now you were about to get hit on for a fourth time. He was sitting two seats away from you. His hair was black and spiked up with gel. He had piercings on his ears, eyebrow, and two on his lips, while his arms were covered by two large sleeves. The clothes he wore were simple; just a black shirt and some jeans. But the most interesting part of him was a dark purplish burn covering the lower left side of his face. You gave the man a sideways glance, emitting a smile from him. 

"You come here often?" He asked, getting up and sliding into the seat next to yours.

You snort, rolling your eyes. "Is that the best opening line you could come up with?"

"I"m Dabi. What's your name?"

"Why do you want to know?

He laughed, the sound low and gravelly as if he smoked a lot. It wasn't often you went to clubs, and it was even less often that you told random strangers your name. But he was making you curious for just one conversation. So you tell him your name. 

"But I have other nicknames."

"And what are those?"

"We haven't gotten there yet."

He flashed you a grin, leaning back. "Then how about I give you a nickname of my own?"

"What would that be?"

“Hmmm….we’ll have to see.” He gave you a wink. "We haven't gotten there yet. 

“Alright then, Dabi. What do you do?”

“I’m curious to know what you do. You don’t often see a person with an aversion to alcohol in a club.”

“So you’re deflecting?”

“Deflecting?”

“Yeah. It’s either a diversion from a part of your life you want to remain hidden. Something that you can’t control, even though you want to. Something that you’re not proud of. Or it’s because you’re so confident in your flirting skills that you believe it’s unnecessary to learn more about each other. It’ll end in a one night stand, after all."

Dabi raised an eyebrow. "I'm flattered that you think I sleep with people that often."

"Am I wrong?" 

"No." He leaned forward. "Do you want to be the next one night stand?"

"And get an STD? No, thank you." You crinkled your nose. 

"I don't have-" Dabi paused and then sighed. "You got a mouth on you. Is it because of that?"

He nodded his head toward your drink. You shrug and take a sip, the taste sending a shiver down your spine. Your face looked as if you just had something sour and your tongue stuck out. Dabi let out a loud laugh. You set your glass down. Dabi then took it, downing the whole thing in one gulp.

"Fruity."

"Gross."

He slid the glass back over to you. "You don't like alcohol? That was a pretty cute reaction."

"Nah," I shake my head. "It's not really my thing."

"Then why'd you drink it?"

"Because I wanted to try what's popular, and that's what he gave me."

Dabi looked over at the bartender. His eyes narrowed for just a second, as if recognizing him. You studied him while he was distracted. Like every other fuckboy, his flirting game was mediocre at best. The conversation was interesting, thankfully. He didn't seem to want to reveal anything about himself, but neither did you. It made it all the more fun to talk to him.

The night went on as the two of you conversed. Most of it was meaningless conversation, avoiding any topics that might reveal too much about each other. The only things you had found out about him was that he smoked, he enjoyed listening to music, and he lived with an acquaintance (he was adamant on not calling him a friend). In return, you revealed that you also enjoyed listening to music, you love the rain, and you hate clubs.

"Really?" Dabi leaned forward, his elbow resting against the bar. "Then why are you here?"

You hummed slightly. "First, I didn't know it would be so busy for a Thursday. Second, I like to feel like a normal young adult that goes out clubbing."

" That doesn't make you sound like a normal young adult." He snorted, rolling his eyes.

"And sleeping around does?"

"Again with the bite, little flame. Don't get too feisty." He gave you a wink and a smile.

"Is that my new nickname?"

"Sure is. What do you think?"

"No comment."

Dabi's smile grew wider. "Hey, are you doing anything else for the rest of the night?"

You narrowed your eyes. "Why?"

"Don't look so defensive! I just wanna know if you want to get out of here."

"Nope," You lifted your empty glass. "Gonna hang out here for a bit."

"Then, can I get your number?"

"That's a no as well."

"Oh really?" Dabi laughed, lowering his gaze to stare at you through his eyelashes. "Then how can I see you again?"

You shrugged. "I don't know."

"Don't you want to see me again?"

"I'd rather let fate decide."

"I see," Dabi stood, sticking his hand out. "Then I hope fate makes me lucky. See you later, little flame."

You shook his hand. "Bye bye, Dabi."

As Dabi left the club, you turned your attention back to your glass. A hand reached over and pulled it away from you. You looked up to see the bartender giving you a look full of disdain. You knew what was coming. It's the same look you got after you interacted with anyone in the club for more than five minutes. With a roll of your eyes, you leaned forward.

"Don't give me that look, Hawks."

The blond man shrugged, pouring your drink down a drain. "Should've told him you owned the place."

"No. Because then he'd come here looking for me."

"He does look like the type. I've seen him here several times. Caused a fight once or twice."

"See?" You grinned, resting your chin on your hand. "Dodged a bullet."

Hawks laughed, throwing his rag over his shoulder. "Yeah, unless fate says otherwise."

"I doubt it."

#anime fanfic #fanfic #x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #mha #mha x reader #dabi #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #dabi x you #touya x reader #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia

[maeleelee]

ᑕᕼᗩᑭTEᖇ TᗯEᑎTY

It’s Stoner y/n x Felix Goodie Two Shoes. "There was something off about Felix in her mind. No one was that nice, that good without some sort of motive. But he's everywhere all at once, and she finds herself drawn to him in ways she didn't want. But she wouldn't fall for the cliché. Fuck clichés, they never work out anyway."

⚠️Minors DO NOT interact with this au⚠️

Warnings: frat party, girl on girl, kissing, Jeongin being a shit yet again, cussing, drinking, smoking, shotgunning said smoke, moaning and groaning are mentioned.

Y/n smiled as they walked into the apartment. Felix had his arm over y/n’s shoulder, a smile plastered on his face. Y/n and Felix looked around and laugh when they saw Ani, Mae, Jess, and the boys playing beer pong. Mae was shouting at Wooyoung from across the table. He had gotten the ball into another cup. Y/n pulled Felix over to the table.

“You know you’re supposed to ring the cup right?” Y/n smirked at Mae, making Mae pout.

“I’m trying. I might be a little high. I’ll get there soon. I’m not warmed up yet.” Mae continued to pout. Yeosang wrapped his arms around Mae and shook his head.

“I just think you suck.” Yeosang chuckled.

“And swallow.” Jeongin laughed as Mae smacked his arm.

“How do you always manage to come in when somethings being said to Mae?” Jess laughed as she took a sip of her beer cup.

“It’s my shitheadness tingling.” He smiled brightly.

“He’s a huge shithead. I’m sorry Mae.” Yunho sighed.

“It’s fine Yunho. He’s not wrong.” Mae shrugged as she threw the ball sideways and rang the cup. Everyone’s eye grew. She threw the second one and rang the cup again. She stared at Wooyoung and smirked. He handed the balls back to Jess and she giggled as she handed them to Mae. Y/n laughed as they realized what had just happened.

“Holy shit. You three have never played beer pong with Mae?”

“No?” Yeosang questioned.

“What did she bet?” Y/n questioned.

“Control.” San said as he watched another cup get rang.

“She just played all three of you.” Y/n laughed.

“What do you mean?” Wooyoung questioned.

“The fact that you’ve two have been best friends for years and you’ve never played against her is shocking. She’s a beast at beer pong.” Y/n said as Mae rang the last cup. “Looks like she’s in control now.” Y/n said as she started laughing.

“Damn.” Ani said. “You three fucked up.”

“Looks like I have the control.” Mae smirked as she leaned back into Yeosang and kissed his jaw.

“Baby always gets what baby wants.” Cassi said as she walked up with Hongjoong and Seungmin.

“Always.” Kayla spoke up. She had been sitting in Seonghwa’s lap smoking while she watched them.

“Wait why didn’t you say anything?” Wooyoung question Kayla.

“Oh baby boy.” She laughed.

“Mae is baby. Baby has rules and one of those rules are no one says she’s good at beer pong.” Y/n giggled at the boys faces.

Caden walked up with Chan and waved at everyone. “Caden!” Ani said smiling.

“Hey. You guys enjoying yourself? Everyone should start coming in soon. We’ve got the balcony set up for you guys. Feel free to use it whenever.” Chan said to the group. Everyone nodded.

“Thank you Channie baby.” Jess smiled at him. He nodded and looked up to see Changbin holding with Hyunjin and waving him over.

“I’ll be back. You okay staying here?” Chan asked Caden, who nodded. Chan walked away.

“You wanna play? You can take my spot. Imma go sit with mommy and smoke.” Mae asked Caden who nodded.

“Ani pick your teammate.” Caden smiled. Ani looked around and smiled shyly.

“Yunho. If you wanna play of course.” She said kinda fast.

“Hell yes.” He smiled and raised his hand up. Ani looked at him and then his hand and high-fived him.

Wooyoung looked at Mae. “You can still play handsome. I’m just going to sit with mommy.” Mae nodded towards Kayla. He smiled and looked at Caden. “Kick some ass you two.”

Mae drug Yeosang to the couch and pushed him down onto the couch and straddled him after doing so. “Fuck. Dinner and a show? How’d I get so lucky.” Kayla giggled. Mae grabbed the joint from Kayla and took in what she could and handed it back. Yeosangs hands went to her hips and she pressed her lips to his, breathing the smoke into his lungs. She pulled away and he blew the smoke out.

“Gawd damn you’re so hot.” Kayla giggled. Mae looked at her and smiled.

“All you have to do is ask and I’ll shotgun you too lil mama.” Mae winked.

“Do it then.” Kayla dared her. Mae took the joint back and took another hit. She handed the joint to Yeosang, who proceeded to hit it. Mae grabbed Kayla’s throat and pressed her lips to Kayla’s. Mae blow the smoke into Kayla’s mouth, who proceeded to moan into Mae’s mouth. Seonghwa gripped Kayla’s hips as he watched the two.

“How you two gonna make out without me?” Cassi pouted. Neither one moved, Mae’s grip on Kayla’s throat tightened a little bit as their tongues hit one another.

“Jesus Christ you two.” Mingi mumbled as he handed Seonghwa a cup. “What did I miss?”

“Mae shotgun Yeosang and Kayla told Mae it was hot. Then this happened.” Seonghwa moaned out when Kayla’s weight moved. “Fuck.”

Mae climbed into Kayla’s lap, pushing Kayla further into Seonghwa. The make out session continued for a second before Mae moved down and kissed her way down to Kayla’s throat. Mae started nibbling on her throat. She bit down and Kayla moaned out loud, making the three boys groan. Seonghwa didn’t have much self control after hearing the way Mae made Kayla feel. He grinded up against her and groaned went her nails went into his arm.

“Is there something you two wanna tell us?” Mingi chuckled when Mae pulled away. She kissed Kayla one more time and smiled.

“The only thing Minho was right about the day he got his ass beat was me fucking mommy and daddy.” Mae smirked as she let Yeosang pull her back to him.

“We’ll be back.” Seonghwa groaned.

“Don’t be back. Go have fun. Mommy deserves it for being such a good kitten.” Mae smiled as she leaned into Yeosang kissing his jaw.

Jess was giggling at what happened and how fast Seonghwa was dragged Kayla out the door, Mingi following behind the two. “We’re gonna go smoke.” Cassi smiled as she pulled Seungmin and Hongjoong away.

“She means fuck.” Mae mumbled from the couch, her eyes closed as she blows smoke out her mouth.

~

“Bun bun. You okay?” Mae asked y/n.

“Yeah. I’m okay. It’s not too bad yet. I feel comfortable still.” Y/n replied to Mae. They were chilling on the couch together. Jess was sitting on the arm beside y/n.

“There you are.” Everyone froze and looked towards Jisung. Mae went to stand up went Jess put her hand up.

“What do you want?” Jess hissed at him.

“To apologize. For everything. I fucked up big time I know. I’m so sorry Jess. I got inside my head and I know that not an excuse but I didn’t think you’d ever love me, let alone like me. Please give me a second chance to make it up to you. I’m truly sorry. It’s you. It’s always been you. No one else.” Jisung pleaded as he fell to his knees in front of her. “I’m so sorry princess.”

San scuffed quietly and shook his head. They all knew she’d go back but something was telling him to make sure she didn’t. He couldn’t understand what but it was a bad feeling and he didn’t know how to say it. “Mae.” He whispered. Mae looked at him and nodded. She had the feeling too but before either could say anything, Jess was hugging him on the ground.

“I’m so sorry.” Jisung kept saying into her shoulder, as he cried. He pulled back and grabbed her face in between his hands. “I’ll be the best boyfriend I can.” He pouted at her, before kissing everywhere on her face.

“This isn’t a good idea. He’s lying. I feel it.” San whispered to Mae. Mae nodded at him.

“Yeah I don’t like it either.” Mae grumbled out.

~

The party was still going on. Mae was dancing with Wooyoung, San, and Yeosang. Jess and Jisung had left to go on a date. Kayla, Seonghwa, and Mingi were still gone. Cassi, Hongjoong, and Seungmin had went home. Caden was chilling with Y/n, Felix, Ani, and Yunho. Everyone was happy and enjoying themselves.

“Wanna smoke?” Chan asked y/n as he sat next to Caden.

“Fuck yes. Thank you.” Y/n took the joint from Chan and took in a deep breath. Felix watched closely. He wanted y/n. Badly. In every way, shape, and form. He was entranced with everything y/n did. Y/n was turned sideway on his lap so they could talk to Ani better. Felix watched the joint go back up to y/n’s lips.

He wanted to try it. Try to smoke to see way they all like it so much. Chan and Caden were also smoking. Yunho and Ani were giggling at each other. Felix had made up his mind. He was going to try it. Both the joint and y/n’s lips. He remembered what Mae did to Yeosang and Kayla and that’s what he wanted.

Y/n catches Felix staring at their lips as she blows out some smoke. “What do you want pretty boy?”

“Can you please blow the smoke into my mouth?” His voice going a little raspy.

“You want to shotgun?” Y/n smirked.

Felix whimpered at the question and says “please” softly. Y/n turns a lot more, making Felix gulp at the friction y/n just caused.

Y/n leans down and blows the smoking into Felix’s mouth but before y/n could go back Felix put his hand on the back of y/n’s neck and pressed his lips to y/n’s hard.

Felix pulled away and looked at y/n. Y/n took a deep breathe and opened their eyes to see Felix smirking at them. Before anyone could think, y/n pressed their lips back onto Felix’s.

Felix pulled y/n close to him and smiled against their lips. Y/n pulled away and smiled at Felix.

“Be mine?” Felix asked y/n and y/n giggled.

“Yes. Of course.”

Felix wrapped his arms around y/n’s waist and helped them close, breathing in the smoke when y/n would blow it towards him. This is better than anything. Who gives a shit about clichés? Not them. They were both happy and that’s all that matter at that moment. Clichés were dumb and now they both know why.

Being happy is so much more fun.

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this is kinda really specific so it’s okay if you can’t write it! but could you do a earth-1610 miles x black!femreader where they’re in a big group setting, and miles feels overwhelmed so he leaves, then you go to him and he’s lowkey having a mental breakdown so you give him cuddles and tell him it’s ok to feel this way and all that jazz🫶🏽

you gotta stay ready...

sypnosis: in which you help your partner, miles, as he felt overwhelmed.

a/n: i don't really write fanfiction so i'm so sorry if this sounds stupid! + i was watching lots of beta squad vids while making this!

c/w: black fem reader! not proofread.

you walked into the party with your hand wrapped aroung his hand, him being your dearest lover, miles. ready to step inside the days prior, you had been invited to a pool party by your best friend since it was a special day for her. of course, you knew you wouldn't miss it for the world and accepted the invitation! besides, you were free from the torture of school and it was hottest time of the year so why not go? the thing was, you and miles hadn't seen each other in quite a long time, and so, this gave you an opportunity...

" miles? " you called to him as you had been sitting beside him on your bed. " yes, princesa? " " don't you think going to a pool party would be a good idea? i mean, it has been pretty long since we've hanged out so we might as well take a shot. " he stared at you with eyes that seemed surprised but he quickly hid it. " yeah, um, it's good. " you could see he was uncomfortable, the way his hands started shaking a bit. the way he bit his lip... it was wrong to ask him.

" if you don't wanna go, it's fine! "

" no no, it has been hot here, i think a lil' pool party is good, i'll go. "

" are you sure? " you asked, you didn't want him to feel like you're coercing him to go and make him feel uncomfortable until he responded " por supuesto, mami. no te preocupes, estaré bien. " there and then, you became ecstatic, hugging him and kissing him all over!

( " of course, mami. don't worry, i'll be fine. " )

the day came after much anticipation and much shopping for swim wear and there the both of you were, at the door of your best friends house, just about to enter till you spoke " miles, i know you already said it's fine but just know that, incase you feel like you can't stay here, tell me alright? " you could see the sparkles in his eyes, he looked pretty happy which made you the happiest girl in the world.

you found yourself on the floor as your best friend had tackled you into their big hugs you always adored as they said hi to you " omg! you're here! i lowkey thought you wouldn't come since it's really far away from brooklyn. " " nuh, you know i'll always come, congrats of course! ". miles stood there as he waited for you two to finish your little talk until you turned to mention miles, " yeah, i brought miles, we thought it was a good time to have some fun, so why not? "

your friend stared at him before shaking his hands and giving him a small hi, she didn't hate him of course, you and her had many talks about whether you should talk to you're little crus since you were ALWAYS talking about him until she matchmade the both of you.

" well, have fun! everyone's out in the pool, if you need me, just call me! " and soon you ventured on to the pool, buzzing with multiple people with so much energy, you were happy to be here with the way you were talking to all of you're friends, miles was also able to talk to some other people while there, in sense, it was going pretty good!

but then again, his social battery died quite quickly and you were quite concerned. you always knew this would happen hence you finding him sitting alone, munching on some snacks. you sneak up on him sitting inside your car. " miles? we can go home y'know. " you can see he was shaking quite a bit until you asked him the question. it didn't even take an answer for you to hug him and pepper his forehead with kisses while you both sat there in silence. silence that lingered on for moment's time til tears fell down onto your bikini top. " oh, miles, i'm sorry for leaving you alone, i hadn't known you had slipped away. " he looked up at you with big, glossy eyes when he responded, " i just- i just couldn't handle being there. i wanted you. i really wanted you by me. "

shocked yet undrstanding to say the least, you stirred your hands on his hands, making little circles on his hands, sitting in the continued silence until you hear him sniffling back his tears. " its fine to feel like this, i'm fine with you feeling like this, you can always talk to me when you feel like this. " " can we stay like this for a little longer, please? " " of course, dear. "

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'MARY JANE'S LAST DANCE' - M.S

°•*{PART 1 (this one)}*•°

synopsis - "last dance with mary jane, one more time to kill the pain. i feel summer creepin in and i'm tired of this town again."

warnings! - profanity, angst if you squint, mentions of alcohol and drinking/being drunk, depictions of wanting to sewer slide, use of Y/N (ikik) THERE WILL BE A PART 2 DON'T WORRY!!

a/n - mk so ik that the title is one song and I kinda use another in the fic, BUT it matches better, pls work with me here. this is probably my favorite i've written, plus, such a great song

“What should I call you?” Matt whispered to the girl currently dancing in his arms, staring at the wall behind her.

“Call me Mary Jane.” She replied softly, not risking giving away her real name in fear of him remembering her beyond that night, which she didn’t want.

----

Matt regrets that night sometimes. The memories of it leaving him cold and empty, but he’ll always cherish it. 

He swore he had met the girl of his dreams, but that didn’t last long.

For a long while, he blamed himself for her disappearance. But he knows that’s not the truth.

----

Y/N double checked her outfit in the mirror, smoothing the skirt of her dress one last time before taking another deep breath.

She had planned this night months ago; nothing was going to get in her way. Not tonight, at least she hoped.

She collected her keys, tossing them in her purse as she walked through her house to her front door, looking back at the empty rooms, all of her belongings either sold or on the side of the road, begging to be taken.

She was going to miss this house and the memories in it, but not this life.

The music was loud, and there was enough alcohol in her veins to almost distract her from her looming fate. But it was decided, tonight was the night. And she didn’t have a care in the world.

If anything, she was happy. Oh, the irony.

---

Matt doesn’t know how he ended up at this party in the first place, but he doesn’t mind, not anymore at least.

He was having fun, not that he’d admit it aloud. 

“I’m going to get another drink! Need anything?” Chris leaned into Matt’s ear, talking louder than normal so that his brother could hear him.

Matt shook his head, “No! Thank you though!” Matt holds his red solo cup up, it was still his first of the night, and it has lasted him hours.

Chris nodded as he walked away from Matt, leaving him to himself. He bobbed his head to the music but stayed seated on the couch as people came and went.

After about 30 minutes, Chris still hasn’t returned, but Matt wasn’t worried, this isn’t the first time Chris had disappeared like this. The first time it happened, Matt walked in on something he wished he could forget.

Many girls had sat next to Matt, getting all touchy and close, but each time, the girl walked away with a disappointed face. Matt didn’t care, he wasn’t like his brother, he wasn’t just going to pick up some random girl for the night.

It was after midnight that everyone started to dissipate from the house, and that he had spotted a girl, dancing with herself, enjoying the music.

He admired from afar, admiring the way she could care less about what people watching would care.

---

On the other hand, Y/N was having a blast. It was only fitting that this was the last night she would feel like this.

After her drink ran out, she made her way to the kitchen for another one, grabbing another cup and filling it with whatever bottle she grabbed first, a voice behind her startling her softly.

“That’s a little much isn’t it?” Y/N whipped her head around to look at the guy standing next to her, shrugging.

“I don’t care.” She mumbled, setting the bottle down and taking a rather big sip from her cup.

Matt shook his head softly, watching the girl chug her drink at an alarming speed.

“Wanna dance?” Y/N cocked her brow at the guy standing next to her as she finished her drink, crumpling the cup and tossing it in the sink with the many other crumpled cups in it.

“Why not?” Y/N nodded, grabbing Matt’s hand and dragging him into the living room, now sparse of people, only a small group in the corner, doing whatever. 

After around 11:30, the music had shifted from loud party music to slow paced alternative music, Black Hole Sun currently echoing through the speakers.

Black hole sun, won't you come

And wash away the rain?

Black hole sun, won't you come?

Won't you come? Won't you come?

Matt took the girl into his arms, wrapping them securely around her torso, her own conjoining at the back of her neck.

“So, what’s your name stranger?” Y/N slurred out softly.

Matt chuckled at the girl’s slightly slurred words as they swayed to the rhythm.

“Matt.” He whispered as Y/N placed her head against his chest, feeling the safest she has in years in this stranger's arms. It was an odd feeling, feeling secure.

Y/N hummed along with the lyrics of the song; the slow depressing feel of it scarily familiar.

“What should I call you?” Matt whispered to the girl currently dancing in his arms, staring at the wall behind her.

“Call me Mary Jane.” She replied softly, not risking giving away her real name in fear of him remembering her beyond that night, which she didn’t want.

“Mary Jane?” Matt questioned, not believing the name.

“Yeah.” Y/N mumbled as she pulled herself from Matt’s arms, despite her want to stay in them.

“Wait.” Matt grabbed her wrist as she tried to walk away, not wanting her to leave just yet.

“One last dance before you go?” He squeezed her hand softly as she hesitantly allowed him to pull her back into his arms.

They danced for another few songs, Y/N’s body flushed against Matt’s, the moment so intimate, neither of them wanted it to end. And that’s saying something for Y/N.

“I have to go.” Y/N mumbled, her eyes drooping as they sway lazily. She wanted to go; she didn’t want to get attached. She couldn’t.

----

!Present day!

Y/N ended up not carrying out her plan that night, not after meeting him. After meeting Matt.

He saved her life, quite literally. But she wishes he didn’t.

After that last dance, she ran off, crying in her drunken state, slightly regretting how the night went, but loving it all the same.

Currently, Y/N was packing her clothes into her bag, her stay at this hotel now over. 

Music was humming in the background of the small room, the song changing to one she hadn’t heard since that night.

In my eyes, indisposed

In disguises no one knows

Hides the face, lies the snake

Y/N stopped in her tracks, images of his face plaguing her mind until she huffs and shakes her head, switching the song as to not bring up unwanted memories.

She couldn’t think about that now. That was the old Y/N, she wasn’t her anymore, her life had changed, and she couldn’t dwell in the past forever.

---

Matt, however, never forgot that night, as much as he wanted to. She was just some random, broken girl, he didn’t even know her real name.

Matt sighed as his phone rang, accepting the call, Nick’s voice echoing through the car.

“Chris FINALLY figured out what he wants.”

“Fucking finally. I’m almost to the speaker.” 

Matt was currently in the process of getting food. He figured since he was already out and about, why not stop and get food, but Chris, as per usual, didn’t know what he wanted.

“He WAS going to go with a different meal, but he decided he just wanted his normal.”

“Alright, that’s cool. See ya.” Matt hung up the call, slowly moving up in the drive thru line.

After dropping off Chris and Nick’s food, Matt went back out, driving around aimlessly without a designated destination.

It had started raining mid-drive, and he got hungry again.

Pulling into the nearest gas station, he went in for snacks.

After buying his snacks, as he walked out, Matt accidentally bumped into a woman.

“Shit, sorry.” Matt held his arms out to hopefully catch her from falling.

“It’s fine, thanks.” Y/N shook her head softly, looking up at the guy who had both bumped into her and caught her fall, her eyes widening as she’s met with a face she never thought she’d see again.

“Mary Jane?”

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[wrr000]

＂ｓａｙ　ｙｅｓ　ｔｏ　ｈｅａｖｅｎ＂

- Heimdall oneshot, this is actually a really short and cut scene from fanfic about my oc and him, but I wanted to show you guys a little bit of this idea, ik it's stupid, I wrote this for comfort

TO PEOPLE WHO REQUESTED SOMETHING: don't worry, I'm working on it!

Summary: gender neutral reader, there is a party in Odin's place, reader is REALLY awkward, reading mind is kinda an intimate and emotional moment (pls don't cringe)

Warning: Heimdall insulting reader, really short

Enjoy!

You walked in. You turned red as the heat from the hall hit you. There was a smell of alcohol and roasted meat in the air. People were drinking and laughing, sitting at tables full of food. Your friends were here, God of Thunder and his family and even Odin himself.

But you didn't care.

Your eyes were searching for one person.

The most beautiful Aesir.

From table to table, from one figure to another, you finally got him. He was leaning against the wall, alone, drinking someting from wood mug. He just watched the others having fun. As always. You knew he wasn't into parties.

Your face become more red and heart was beating faster. You were nervous.

You wanted to watch him for a moment longer. Tall, slender and relaxed. His golded brains shimmering in the light with his slight movements. And those amazing purple eyes.

Oh shit, he spotted you.

You nervously began to wrinkle your dress. New dress, especially for him. Because yes, you had a crush on Heimdall. At first, everyone was telling you to stay away from this asshole. And you tried. You didn't even had to try actually, he pushes you away the moment he opens his mouth. But when one day to manage to have a normal conversation (hard to say it was "normal", but normal for Heimdall) with him - you changed. Your feelings had change.

But you knew you never had a chance. He was a God - and you don't. Besides, he probably despised you, so why did you even try? And yet you... Tried. Impress him. Make him think that you're pretty. You came to that party for him. To spend time with your lover.

In and out. You took a deep breath. In and out. Breath, remember to breath.

You started to walk towards him with a little gentle smile. He knew that. Well, he knew everything, why you are here and what's up with that dress ("It was a stupid idea", you cursed yourself in mind). But you needed to overcome your growing feeling of embarrassement.

And there you were. Standing right in front of him, unable to speak. You started to panic. What's gotten into you today? "Say something", you thought, trying to collect words in your head and form a sentence.

"Struggling much with basic activity? I didn't know you couldn't even speak properly", Heimdall said, taking a sip from his mug.

"Well, yes, I mean no!", you finally spoke, "You aren't a big fan of events like this, hm?", stupid! Why are you asking this??? You talked about it before! Even without it you knew, everyone was talking about how unpopular at parties he was.

"Stop asking question when you already knows an asnwer. Be less stupid, please", he set his empty mug aside, "I know you wanna say something better, you've got your mind on me, after all".

You cursed yourself for being so messy and bashful around him?! You were an adult! You could fight, but not talk to other being? What was happening to you? And stop thinking so much!

"I'm just playing, sunshine. No need to be so nervous", a smirk appeared on his face.

You wanted to react somehow, but he suddenly take a few steps towards you, cutting the distance between you two. He was just about to step into your personal space. You slightly lift up your head to look at his face. You gulped.

"This dress isn't the best, but since you humilite yourself for me I won't embarrass you this time", well damn, you really should think less in his presence. Or maybe think more about why you love someone like him, yeah, it's worth thinking.

He took your hand. You were shaking, but still smilling at him, a bit less than before. You needed to play it cool and don't competely panic. Your back got hot and knees a little weak. You thought you are gonna faint. It was harder to breath in every second.

Heimdall was holding your hand, looking with those hypnotazing eyes right at you. And you could just stare and let him read your mind. That you find him interesting, smart, handsome and don't as bad as everyone said. His cheeks turned almost invisible red.

It felt like a heart-to-heart talk even you nor him said a word. And it was good feeling. You started to think. Maybe you had a chance? Maybe.. He likes you back? You didn't want to even think about it before. You tried to shut this idea down, but in that moment... He felt so close at hand. So close.

"You are so brainless", a laugh escaped his thin, red lips.

And, again to your suprise, he bowed slightly before you had a chance to react.

"But will you dance with me?", you gasped, didn't know what to say. Is it happening, really? Maybe you are dead?, "No, you're not dead. It's happening and you better say 'yes' to me, dummy, I won't ask again".

"I- W.. With pleasure", you finally spoke, still in shock, but very happy.

You couldn't stop smiling, hot-red faced. It was so unreal. You couldn't believe. After having eye on him for quite time - he's asking you to dance. It's must be either dream or Valhalla.

You allowed him to led you to the center of the hall. Everyone was staring.

But you didn't saw them anymore.

Your eyes were locked at Heimdall and only him.

When you were about to start dancing, he pulled you to him, grabbing your wrist. You could feel his warm body pressed against yours. Your both hands gently rested at his shoulders.

Then he whispered into your ear:

"The night is still young, sunshine and I really don't like your dress".

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[harlowsbby]

My baby boy

This is a little headcannon of all the moments the reader got emotional when Phoenix and Venus did simple things and Urban always being kinda annoyed. 😭💗. Thank you @moody4world for the idea 💗

Phoenix’s first birthday

You were an emotional wreck today and you had every right to be it was Phoenix’s first birthday, you’ve been up since three am getting all of the decorations together and ready and making sure everyone that was invited was still coming.

“Urban! Have you seen the knife for the cake I can’t find it anywhere?!” You huffed and searched through all of the cabinets and the dishwasher you were starting to get frustrated.

“Baby, the knife is literally in your hand you need to calm down the party is going great and Phoenix is having a wonderful time, look at him.” Urban placed his hands on your hips and brought you into him before pointing to where Phoenix was.

You smiled seeing him running across the backyard with a toy sword in his hands chasing around Jack and Ace before “stabbing” them both. Phoenix erupted into a fit of giggles as Jack fell dramatically onto the floor.

“He is having fun isn’t he.”

“He is baby stop stressing out so much and come enjoy the party.” After awhile of playing with everyone it was time to cut the cake.

Urban and You stood behind Phoenix as he sat on the chair.

“Okay is everyone ready to sing happy birthday?” Neelam asked and pulled out her phone, she was meant to be recording Phoenix but she smirked and had the camera on you she knew any minute know you’d be a crying mess.

“Ready and go..”

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you.” Everyone sang and you weren’t sure what it was maybe it was reality kicking in that your sweet baby boy was officially one and growing up. You just immediately started crying.

“What baby what’s wrong?”

“He’s just growing up so fast and I can’t take it.” You cried into Urban’s chest and everyone coo’d but laughed at you at the same time, everyone but Urban. He loved you he did but you tended to be overly sensitive.

“Please God if she’s going to be like this till Phoenix is 18, help us now.” He mumbled and rubbed your back while Phoenix began to dig into the cake with his hands.

Phoenix and Venus meeting

Having Phoenix meet Venus was something you couldn’t wait to do, when you arrived back to the hospital you were exhausted and just wanted to sleep but not before Phoenix got to meet his sister.

“Phoenix we’re back home buddy.”

“With my baby sister?!” He yelled from the top of the stairs Urban laughed and set down Venus’s baby carrier on the floor before taking her out.

She squirmed and cried a bit but eventually settled in Urban’s arms.

Phoenix peeked around the corner and watched Urban coo at Venus.

“Phoenix come say hi to your baby sister.” You told him, he walked over to you slowly his dinosaur blanket dragging behind him.

“What’s her name?”

“Her name is Venus.” Urban crouched a bit so Phoenix could look at his sister better. He smiled wide as Venus looked up at him.

“Hi Venus, I’m your big brother Phoenix and I promise to always love you and protect you forever and ever.” That line right there is what sent you over the edge you instantly started crying which caught the attention of Urban and Phoenix.

“Mommy what’s wrong? Are you okay mommy?” Urban sigh and rolled his eyes playfully here you go again.

“Baby why are you crying.. this time?” You punched his shoulder slightly before patting your lap for Phoenix to sit on.

“I just love you all so much I don’t know what I would do without my babies.”

“Probably cry some more.” Urban mumbled but you heard him loud and clear.

“Kiss my ass Wyatt I gave birth to not one but two of your kids so if I wanna cry ima cry.” You defended yourself and Urban tossed his arm up in defense making Phoenix laugh and roll his eyes at the two of you.

Phoenix graduating preschool

“Phoenix Wyatt.” Phoenix’s teacher said from across the stage everyone cheered as Phoenix walked across the stage to accept his little paper that congratulated him on graduating preschool.

“That’s my boy!” Urban yelled, Jack and Neelam held two boxes of tissues with them just incase you started crying.

“Wow I’m surprised you haven’t started crying yet Y/N.” Jack teased.

“Me either baby, usually you’d be a crying mess by now I’m proud you’re working on it.”

“I don’t want to be that parent that cries over the silliest and dumbest things I’m proud Phoenix graduated preschool but that’s nothing to cry about.

“Wow someone is changing.” You rolled your eyes and focused on Phoenix’s teacher Ms. Honey.

“Before we wrap everything up we do have one more award to give out, this award will be given to one student. This student has a special place in my heart he’s always been such a big help in my classroom this year, he’s always checking on his classmates and making sure they understand the school work given to them, at times I have to remind him that he isn’t the teacher.” Everyone laughed at her comment.

“This award is the honorable student of the year and I’m giving this award to none other then Phoenix Elliot Wyatt.” Ms. Honey spoke into the microphone.

“What? He won another award. My baby just won the most honorable student of the year award.” You tried your best to hold back your tears but hearing Phoenix won the most honorable student of the year away had you in tears.

“Oh no not again.” Urban said and took the tissues from Neelam and Jack and handed you some.

“Baby why are you crying this time? I swear every single thing he does you’re gonna cry and you can’t tell me otherwise.”

“He’s just such a sweet boy he’s my sweet baby boy.” You cried and hiccuped, which earned you a few odd glances from parents in the room.

“We did good baby stop worrying and crying so much.. or I’m getting a divorce.”

“I wish you would I’ll rip that beard off your face so fa-.”

“Okay you know we still are very much in this school let’s not fight in front of all of these nice and lovely people.” Jack smiled as some of the parents gave you all odd looks.

Maybe you were a bit sensitive at times when it came to Phoenix or Venus but you were a mother and that’s what mothers do. You were thankful for your little family and wouldn’t want it any other way.

( enjoy this little fluff 💗 )

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[sapshorelines]

PARTY TIME | LUCAS x M!reader

REQUESTED BY @lovekaikim (Tumblr was being wonky and it wouldnt let me reply to the inbox, sorry about that)

You have recently debuted in SM entertainment and Lucas was pretty much hyped for your debut. So he decides to be the best bro and throw a party for you.

(Platonic relationship, general fluff/crack, mentions of alcohol, kinda OOC,) (Not proof read | 1.2k words)

AUTHORS NOTE: Yes I can indeed write for Lucas! I am still going to add more stuff that I can write of. But yes, I am fine with writing Lucas!

!! NOTE !! None of my works represent any IRL people. These works are purely meant for entertainment purpose and shouldn't be taken seriously. Do not steal any of my works and reupload them to other medias

MINORS DNI

----

Today was finally the day. You were pretty much hyped for your debut as well as those who helped your works. Everything was on schedule and ready to be released.

You're currently in your dorm room on your laptop looking at the screen so intensely, waiting till the clock strikes the next hour. You sat there ass your leg starts to bounce in anxiety, you've come all this way to finally shine and show the world what you can do.

You must've blanked out for a few minutes in your own world of thoughts, because once you've regain reality back, the MV had been posted. Of course you've filmed a reaction of the final product before hand, which that will be released in a few days. But you mainly want to see what your fan's will say about this.

You smile in excitement as you would click on the video to watch the MV, you pretty much have a big ego at the moment. Who wouldn't?

As you were watching the MV, the people who are in charge of posting things to any socials are already posting your other works to other platforms to share.

Once you've finished watching the MV again, you decided to wait a bit before reading any feedback and such from fans. You closed the laptop and decided to make your way to the balcony of your dorm…

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

The three knocks at the door scared the ever living shit out of you. You recognize those knocks, 'What could he possibly want?' you thought as you let out a small chuckle as you make your way to the front door of your dorm.

You then open the door to see Lucas, pretty much your best bro, both of your trained together as he was in NCT. He stood there with the biggest smile on his face, but you can tell he was out of breath, he probably ran over here.

"M/n, your music video… ITS SO GOOD!" He says as he brings you into a hug. You gotta admit, his hugs were amazing but sometimes he just hugs a bit to tight.

"You like it?" You chuckle sarcastically a you embrace the hug back.

"Yeah! It was amazing man!" You can probably tell he's already your number one fan.

You smile as you back away from his hug, "Well I am glad you like it."

"Say, do you wanna throw a party?" He suggested to you. You thought for a second, you never had any ideas of a party or anything. Lets say parties weren't a thing for you but you can at least tolerate them.

"Uhm, I guess? I wasn't planning on having a big one." You say awkwardly to him. He knows that you weren't a big fan of parties, but this is big news for you!

"It doesn't need to be a whole lot of people, It can just be me and you."

"You're not wrong." You agreed to his suggestion.

"Alright! Come to my dorm later today, we can throw a party there!"

"Sure thing." You smiled. "Well then, I best get ready to get things ready, I'll see you later bro!" He says as he gives you a head pat and runs off.

Hours passed and you were reading feedback from fans, most if not all were positive and everyone pretty much liked it. Of course there was the haters but that didn't really phase you too much, you shouldn't let a few comments let your day down.

You were sitting on your couch as you were on your laptop. Then, your phone dinged, you got a notification from Lucas. Looks like he was done with setting up for a party.

[LUCAS] [party is done dude!! come on over to my dorm!!]

You smile a bit as you closed your laptop and grabbed your necessary thing you needed. Of course you brushed your hair and all so you don't look like a producer who's been locked up in a studio for four days.

You then made your way to Lucas's dorm, it was a bit of a walk but you soon arrive, knocking on the door. You waited a few seconds for the door to open, which it was soon open by Lucas of course.

"M/n! You came!" He smiles, he then grabs your arm and drags you into his dorm. You took a moment to take in everything.

The place was decorated with your typical things you'd see at a birthday party, but this was just a debut party. But look! He also invited a few other idols over to celebrate that you also are friends with! (It can be anyone within SM!)

They greeted you and congratulated you for your debut. They were also liking the debut as well! The place was also filled with food and drinks, looks like Lucas really wants to celebrate your debut.

"You sure you're ok with us destroying the place?" You chuckled, "Yeah, Its not a big deal." He smiles. "Now, are we ready to celebrate?" He says to all of the people within the room, and everyone was ready.

As the hours passed within the party, everyone who was there had a blast. Everyone was pretty much agreed on doing different drinking games as well as eating food that was cooked by Lucas.

One of the games was a dance off and if you lose, you had to take a shot. The group danced to various songs in chaotic manners, sometimes freestyling it.

After hours of chaotic drinking games, the other idols left to head back to their dorms. Leaving just you and Lucas.

Both of you are drunk off your asses and decided to play one more game, rock paper scissors.

"You'll lose."

"Nuh uh." You say.

"Fuck do you mean 'nuh uh'?"

Both of you started to giggle, then saying rock paper scissors…

Lucas wins.

"Fuck!" You yelled, then filling up a shot glass as Lucas was laughing like a goof ball. You then take a shot, you're pretty much wasted at this point.

You both went on for a few more rounds, Lucas ended up winning. "M/nnnn~, I'm getting tireddd.." Lucas says, you can tell this man is drunk as well too.

"Sameee…" You pretty much agree to him as you collapsed on the couch, starting to feel sleepy as hell.

You started to drift asleep, but as you were you can feel Lucas putting a Pillow under your head and a blanket over you. "Goodnight M/n~…" he says as he gives you a drunk smooch on your forehead and pats you on the head.

Lucas would end up sleeping on the other couch because he was so wasted. Looks like both of you are gonna be going though the worst hangovers in the morning as well as a mess to clean up.

--- F I N ---

BONUS

Your eyes fluttered open as you were hit with the blinding lights of the sun. But before you can do anything you were hit with the most painful headache ever. You looked around and see that you were still in Lucas's dorm, having no memory of what happen last night. But you do remember a party happening.

You reached out for your phone and saw a bunch of notifications from the other idols that were there and they sent a bunch of videos and photos of the party. "bruh…"

Lets say things were wild as fuck last night.

I hope you've enjoyed my first ever fic! I am also to critique's so feel free to leave any suggestions on how I can improve!

#SAPs fanfics #kpop x male reader #kpop fanfic #x male reader #wayv #nct #wayv x male reader #nct x male reader #lucas #lucas x male reader #platonic

[toppersbitch]

Helpless // Rafe Cameron x Reader

18+ Minors DNI

Summary: After running from the cops, you shower at Rafe’s house. Showering turns to more.

Word Count:2.6k

Warnings: drug use, alcohol, being objectified, hiding from the cops, begging, choking, kinda mean dom, smug male, my horrible writing

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Topper’s birthday party was in full swing at his house, and you sat on the porch couch. Your shirt beginning to feel like a bad choice, being so low-cut. You heard the bubbling sound of the bong. 

“Finally we bust out the contraband, hand it over?” you questioned Kelce. 

“Oh me first!” Topper jumped in between you and the bong, grabbing it up and frantically taking a hit. He settled on the couch, taking a final one.

“Here you go M'lady” his use of words surprises you as he hands it to you, finally.

“Woah I didn’t know you knew such chivalrous words,” you laughed as you got ready to take a hit. 

“What the fuck is chivalrous?” He asked, his head tilting to the side. 

“Being nice to a woman,” Rafe chimed in, he has been sitting staring at his phone almost the entire time. You took a second hit from the bing, holding your breath and laughing on your exhale. 

“What the fuck would you know about being nice to women?” The obvious statement accumulated laughs and whoops from the room. You took your last final hit, setting the bong and lighter on the table.

“Oh I know plenty,” Rafe winked, grabbing the bong, holding eye contact s he took his hit and proceeded to blow the smoke into your face. You fanned the smoke away and glare at Rafe, he leans back, stretching his arms out to both sides.

“Oh they’re gonna have a fight,” Kelce yelled, running and sitting close by, his eyes scanning you and Rafe incessantly.

You and Rafe were notorious for getting into staring contests. Both of you were stubborn and what some might call mean.

You leaned forward, resting your hands on your knees, pressing your boobs together. Using them to your advantage would for sure make Rafe break eye contact, he was a sex-crazed boy. Everyone gathered around, watching intently as you both stared at each other. You adjusted your body once again, feeling Topper looking from. 

“Oh come on man she's wearing a lace bra, just look already,” Topper said.

“Come on Rafe, look.” you adjusted again. 

“Never.” He smirked at you.

“Come on objectify me, you know you want to,” you smiled at him.

“Rafe break already, I’m bored I wanna do shots,” Max whined, it had only been 2 minutes. She ran over and put her hands on both sides of Rafe’s face. She tilted his head down, his eyes still glared into yours.

He finally gave in, looking down at your breasts.

“They’re not even that good,” he rolled his eyes, “I’ve seen better.”

“Yeah right,” you scoffed, “now how about those shots?” you got up leading the way to the kitchen. Your immediate friends trickled in slowly, shots were poured one after the other. You began to feel the weed and alcohol mixing with each shot. You sat on a chair, feeling light-headed. 

You placed your hand on your forehead, squeezing your temples. 

“You feelin’ alright?” Rafe was towering over your hunched body. His hand reached out to your shoulder, squeezing lightly.

“I feel sick,” you said, looking up into his eyes. “could you get me some water?” 

“I guess,” he left you in the chair, and you could feel the sudden coldness on your skin where his hand had just been. You felt your stomach churn. You stood, holding onto the chair for balance. Gaining your balance you made your way to the ground-level bathroom. You closed the door, sitting on the closed toilet. Closing your eyes and placing your hands over your eyes. 

“Y/n?” you heard a light knock on the door.

“Hmm? You hummed in question.

“I have your water.” 

“Oh, come in.”

Rafe entered the small bathroom, closing the door behind him. He handed you the water. Watching as you sipped on it.

“I think I had too much tequila,” you said looking up at him again.

“Stop looking up at me,” he said looking away quickly.

“Why?” you questioned, filling your cup again with the faucet.

“Cause I said so,” He opened the door to leave, quickly turning around to shut off the faucet and slamming the door. He locked it.

“Wha-” you jumped.

“Shhh,” he placed his hand over your mouth.

“The cops are here,” he whispered, your eyes widened, “let's go out the window and wait until they leave.” 

“But I’m supposed to sleep at Topper’s,” you felt an adrenaline rush at the thought of getting caught.

“Well I don’t think that's gonna happen, so just come on.”

He pulled you up to your feet. He slowly pushed open the window, careful to stay quiet.

“That's too high,” you looked over the edge and down at Topper’s Mom’s flowers.

“I'll go first and I'll catch you.” Rafe began to put his foot out, then his leg. He landed gracefully.

“Okay come on,” He urged.

“No, it's too high Rafe.”

“Stop being a baby,” He lifted one hand out, and you took it willingly. He was steady as you let all your weight fall onto him. He made it seem easy to catch an entire person.

“Okay come on, now we’ll hop the fence to the neighbors,” he set you down and headed towards the side fence. 

Luckily, it was a small fence, but flower beds resided on either side.

You both squatted in the dirt of the flower beds, allowing them to hide you from the view. Watching as the police placed all your friends into cop cars. The cops entered the house once again, you could see lights flash in each room of the house.

“Fuck,” you both said wide-eyed in unison at the sound of sprinklers sprouting from the ground and spraying you both. The ground beneath your feet turned to mud. The cops pulled away, 4 cars, for one noise complaint. 

“Okay, let’s go,” he pulled you harshly, and your feet went out from under you. You landed in the mud, it squished beneath your back.

“Jesus fuck,” Rafe lifted you to your feet, “you’re helpless.”

He walked sternly to his car down the street. You picked the mud and leaves out of your hair.

“You’re not getting in my car like that,” Rafe stood at the driver's door.

“Well what do you want me to do?” you looked at him in disbelief.

“Strip,” he smirked, getting in the car and slamming the door. You stood outside his door staring.

“You’re serious?” you asked, he turned and smirked at you. You obliged removing your shirt, your aforementioned lace bra on display. You caught Rafe’s eye in the side mirror. His eyes trail down your body. You shimmied out of your pants, folding them neatly and holding them.

You walked around, opening the passenger door and getting in, using your clothes to cover your lap. 

“Where am I taking you?” he didn’t turn to look. He stared straight forward, starting the car.

“I don’t know, I can’t go home now,” your curfew was midnight and it was well after, not to mention the sleepover at Toppers’. 

“You can sleep at mine, but you’re taking the couch.” His answer didn’t surprise you, why would Rafe give up his bed for anyone?

“Yeah fine whatever. _

Rafe’s room was clean, not like any boys' room you'd ever seen, almost like no one lived there. Sneaking in was no problem in a house his size.

“Can I shower?” you asked, your clothes sitting neatly on the floor by your shoes.

“Only if I can watch,” Rafe winked at you. He was unbearably cocky.

He took you to the bathroom, placing a towel on the sink for you. He left closing the door, you removed your bra and underwear, standing exposed as you looked at yourself in the mirror. The shower was impossible to turn on, the hot was cold, and the cold was hot, not to mention the drain was plugged and you couldn’t undo it.

“Rafe comes and turns it on for me,” you whined, wrapping the towel around yourself. It was the softest but shortest towel you had ever used. You sat on the toilet lid waiting for him to enter When he did, his eyes catching on your thighs, the towel riding high up.

“You’re so helpless, how are you even alive still?” he turned on the shower, playing with the temperature to get it just right.

“Thank you,” you looked up at him and he began to walk out. 

“Stop it,” he scoffed, his tone obviously annoyed.

“But why,” you asked, you knew now why. 

“Just stop it,” He waved his hand at you, and you caught it. You pulled him back into the bathroom.

 “I thought you wanted to watch.” you batted your eyes at him and stood up.

He moved in close to you, your breath hitching as his hand moved up your arm. He grabbed the loose end of the towel and pulled it. It fell and you were left naked, standing in front of  Rafe. He eyed you up and down, taking in every inch of your body his eyes could see.

You moved from his space and into the shower. You stood in the water letting it cover you, you ran your hands over your body, checking out of the corner of your eye that Rafe was watching. 

Once your hand brushed over your breasts you held the, in your hands, kneading and letting out small moans. You moved one of your hands move down towards your cunt, brushing past your slit. You touched your clit, your hips moving involuntarily. You heard shuffling and Rafe was moving towards you.

 “You’re so helpless, let me do it?” it was a statement and you didn’t mind.

You nodded eagerly. He pulled his shirt over his head, undoing his belt and pants with one hand. His boxers were tented, and he pushed them down. He stepped into the shower, you felt his body heat radiating. He backed you into the tile wall, you were shielded from the water.

His hand moved to your neck harshly, holding as he pressed his mouth to yours.

He was hungry as he kissed, selfish even. His tongue explored your mouth, pushing your tongue out of the way. His hand felt its way to your breast, kneading hard. Involuntarily you moaned, and he smirked into the kiss.

“Rafe I need more,” you pulled back looking up at him.

“I’ll decide what you need.”

Your hand grabbed his hair as he began to kiss you again. The need became too much, and you grind your hips against him, feeling his shaft against your body.

“Stop it,” he moaned pulling away from you. He turned you around, his hand grabbing you around your torso. His head rested itself in the crook of your neck. He placed kisses as his other hand felt its way down to your cunt.

He placed a finger on your clit, making you whimper. He began to move it in circles, you threw your head back into his chest. 

“More please,” you whined.

“God you’re so needy,” he slipped two fingers inside of you. He held them still, watching you. writhe. “You think you deserve more?”

“Rafe,” you whined out, “Please.”

He moved his fingers, his palm hitting your clit with every movement. His hands moved fastly, your moans filling the bathroom. Your legs felt weak, shaking under the pleasure. You grabbed his bicep, digging your nails into his skin. Your other hand moves down to rub circles around your clit. 

“Don’t,” he moved your hand away holding it against your body. You let your weight fall on him, squeezing your eyes shut. He moved his fingers in and out with speed, grunting with exertion. He kissed your neck, biting at the skin. You rocked your hips with his thrusts, the pleasure becoming all-consuming. 

“Cum for me,” he whispered into your ear. He moved faster, sloppily thrusting his fingers into you, reaching a deeper spot. Your stomach twisted, and you cried out in pleasure, you felt the sweet release. Rafe held onto you tight, his hands still thrusting. He slowed down, and with every thrust, your body jolted.

“Good,” he removed his fingers and held you as you came down. You turned around, kissing him harshly. You fought for dominance, but he backed you into the corner now, his hand grabbing your ass, squeezing harshly. This caught you off guard, you moaned and he took his chance to take over.

He moved down your body, placing kisses as he made his way to your pussy. His arms held around your thighs, his tongue making contact with your slit. He teased you, placing kisses on your legs, licking just away from the sweet spot. You grabbed onto his hair, pulling on it, hoping to send the message. Instead, he stood up, pushing you onto your knees. 

“Helpless and greedy,” he tsked down at you. He ran his hand over your cheek, letting his thumb glide over your lips. You placed your hand on his cock, it was throbbing. You moved your hand around it, and Rafe moaned out. A smirk grew on your face, you rubbed the tip on your lips. His muscles tensed, and you felt his abs with one hand, the other playing with his balls. You licked up his shaft, letting your tongue linger on his tip. You took him into your mouth, looking up at him, he was staring down at you. You let the tip hit your inner cheek, and he grunted. You repeated this, teasing him.

“Stop being a fucking tease,” he grabbed your hair in his hands, “stand up.”

You did so, standing in from of him, he stared at you hungrily. He stepped forward, your back hitting the way. His hands parted your legs, guiding them to wrap around his waist. He lifted you up, pressing you hard against the wall. His body pressed against yours, and you felt his dick against your pussy. His hand guided his dick to your slits, it glided through them and in.

He thrust hard and fast, leaving you no time to think. You buried your head into his chest. His hand on your back is flat, supporting you. With every thrust, you bounced. He goes fast, beginning to moan with each move. 

Wrapping your hands around him, you dug your nails in. His thrusts became sloppy and jerky. You moaned out as your stomach tightened and release all in seconds. He thrust one final time, moaning, pulling out quickly. He set you on your feet, stroking his cock and then letting his white cum spurt all over your stomach.

He stared down at his cum for a minute before wiping some on his thumb, bringing it up to your mouth.

“I should’ve come in here,” he pushed his thumb into your mouth. You stared into his eyes, swirling your tongue around to taste his cum.

_

He left the shower abruptly.

You found him in pajama pants, sitting at his desk, playing video games of course. 

“Um, do you have anything I can wear?” you asked, the towel still wrapped tightly around you. Your bra and underwear were the only clean items of clothes you had. He said nothing as he went to his wardrobe and got a hoodie for you. He tossed it onto the bed. He was sitting back in his chair watching you. 

You let the towel slip, pulling the hoodie over your head. It pooled around your thighs. 

“Still think I don’t know how to treat a woman?” He smirked at you, turning in his chair and unpausing his video game.

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I'm back on my shit!!!!! So excited for season 3!

Here is my masterlist :)))))

#outer banks imagine #obx #rafe cameron #outer banks #obx imagine #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron smut #rafe x reader #rafe x you #rafe x y/n #rafe outer banks #outer banks smut #rafe obx #obx kooks #kook

[27emailsicantsend]

I’m going absolutely bonkers thinking about rina dating s4, so here’s a bunch of headcanons (for s4 and s5 if we get it) requested by absolutely no one but my own brainrot:

They’ve been secretly dating because of the documentary

On the first day of school, when gina comes to Ricky’s house, instead of being surprised to see her there, we hear ricky yell “dad, Gina’s here!” Then he opens the door and goes “hey you” as Gina wraps her arms around his waist and Ricky grabs her face before they give each other 3-4 happy mini kisses

They’re in Ricky’s room, Ricky is sitting in a chair scrolling on his phone and gina is plucking away at his guitar sitting on his bed. She goes “how do you do this? It’s so much harder than it seems” and he sits next to her and wraps his arms around her, using his hands to guide her fingers to play

We see their backs as they’re walking home, fingers laced, ricky has his skateboard in his empty hand and gina is dangling ballet flats in hers

On a different walk, gina is standing on Ricky’s skateboard and holds onto his shoulders as he holds her waist and guides her down a sidewalk. They’re just giggling as gina kinda wobbles and ricky goes, “steady… steady…. There you go”

We spend a whole episode watching plot B be gina and ricky running from the camera crew at the school. We see them coming up with different funny places to hide together

We get at least one scene of gina talking to mr bowen and ricky talking to ms porter where they tell each other’s parents that they were the “mom/dad they never had”

Red’s car breaks down (like troy’s truck), so ricky gets out and pushes while gina drives. They laugh hysterically the whole time

Maybe the car could break down after they have a day where nothing goes right (like things keep going terribly wrong), but the irony of it and being together while it happens makes it actually funny and enjoyable. The car breaking down would have been “the last straw”, but instead it just sends them into a giggle-fit

(This is outside s4/s5 but I‘ll give it anyway) Ricky gets gina chocolates every Valentine’s Day as a “mystery person” but by now she’s figured out it’s him. She plays along anyway because she knows it makes him happy to do that for her

Gina and carlos are debating about the choreography and gina asks ricky who he thinks is right. She then gives him a “look”. Ricky says “gina, obviously”. Carlos, half-jokingly/half-offended goes, “she changed you” and ricky gets a giddy smile as he looks at gina and he says, “I know”. This makes gina smile and blush as she shakes her head and walks away

Gina’s Lock Screen is both of them and Ricky’s is just gina

Them just hanging out in the kitchen after school, ricking leaning against a kitchen counter that gina is sitting on, sharing a snack

There’s a scene where we see Ricky talking to someone, Gina’s headphones around his neck

Gina comes over to red’s house and defeats both ricky and him in a video game

Ricky and gina drive to the same lookout point ricky was at 3x1 and sit on top of reds car, watching the sun set and looking at the night city lights, eventually sharing a kiss

Ricky and gina go to a pet shelter one day and play with a puppy outside, chasing it around and laying on their bellies in the grass with it

Gina gets sick with the flu so once she’s not contagious but still has to stay at home, ricky brings her soup every day after school and reads her favorite chapter book to her until she falls asleep

On thanksgiving, ricky comes to Gina’s house and she teaches him how to make her gf turkey cupcakes. But they get in a little flour war in the process and we get a recreation of the troyella paint “just wanna be with you” scene in hsm3 where ricky puts his hands around Gina’s arms and waist to stop her and she just giggles with flour on her nose (and flour on Ricky’s neck like the paint on troy’s)

Ricky and gina being big and little spoon watching hsm under a cozy blanket

The whole acting gang is hanging out at Ashlyn’s house for a party. Gina is sitting on the floor and ricky is sitting behind her, hunched over, legs to either side of her with his arms around her chest while everyone talks. He asks her if she wants a soda and she says “root beer please” and he says “ok” as he squeezes his arms a little tighter around her, kisses the top of her head, and then gets gets a soda for both of them

They’re laying down outside, in an L shape watching the clouds.. except only gina is watching the clouds. Ricky is rolled to his side, watching her with one arm propping his head up, the other playing with a curl in her hair. He does this as he just smiles and listens intently to gina talking about her favorite things because she makes him so happy

Gina always acts super tough but she’s only told ricky she’s afraid of scary movies (because of WITW). So while they watch, they’re both sitting on the floor under a blanket, ginas knees tucked close to her and ricky’s arms wrapped around gina to “protect her”

We can see the hsmtmts cameras watching ricky secretly through a coffee shop window. We see him get two drinks, walk outside and check both ways, say something (we can’t make it out though) and then gina runs around the corner to meet him. Cut away we see a ricky confessional where he goes, “dating? What makes you think that?” Then it cuts back to the same scene where we see gina give Ricky a little kiss before he hands her a drink, with a voiceover confessional of gina saying, “no, we’re definitely not dating”.

Carlos helps Ricky write gina a song for her birthday as a thank you gift for ricky helping him write one for seb s2

Instead of gina just “disappearing” when she leaves for a vacation, she stays in contact with ricky. However, because she has no cell service she writes him a letter every night. I’m the meantime, Ricky is leaving her a voicemail every night for her to listen to on the way back to slc

While this is probably just canon at this point, I’ll still leave it in since it isn’t “confirmed” technically: but I think we’ll get a rina cihtd on the school’s rooftop

Ricky asks gina to homecoming with a shirt that says “hoco?” and a bouquet of flowers. We get another coat check scene but this time he helps her put on her coat before they go home. At the end of the night ricky kisses Gina’s cheek goodnight after he walks her to the door. We get another “good night ricky” from gina

I put this in my “Christmas eve” fic but it’s my hc that ricky shows up to Gina’s house in her hat on Christmas Eve. He gives her a terribly knitted scarf that he tried to learn how to make from a YouTube tutorial, but she loves it and wears it every day

Gina joins the dance team and is upset because of how Dani has been treating her (in this version Dani is a bully to gina and won’t back down). She tells ricky kind of the same speech she gave ej (3x03) about not feeling “good enough” for so long, which makes her nervous she will screw up their next dance performance. Ricky parallels his line (3x03) by telling her how proud he is of her and he wished the whole world knew that. Gina giggles because she is like, “we’ve been trying to keep it from the whole world”. Later in the episode we see ricky in the front row of the audience wearing a “Gina’s #1 fan” shirt. At the end of the performance gina runs down the stage to ricky and kisses him. Then ricky says “I don’t care if people know we’re dating. I want the world to know how incredible you are and how proud I am of you”. And gina just says “I don’t care either, ricky bowen” with a huge grin on her face and wet eyes. Then he gives her another spin hug.

I take you rina rain kiss and raise you rina snow kiss on New Year’s Eve with fireworks

Anons (these might have all been bday anon I can’t remember) gave me these ideas but I’m obsessed so: rina goes to an amusement park with the crew and ride a Ferris wheel together, rina go to a haunted house and gina is the one who has to lead ricky through, and while ricky is teaching gina to skate, he falls and gina puts a bandaid on him and kisses the injury better

Ricky and gina are walking home and there is a bunch of dirty snow so ricky gives gina a piggy back ride the rest of the way

Ricky lets gina braid his hair one night while they’re watching movies

Once the secret dating is over, jetney rina and seblos go on a triple date to a restaurant and we see see zac, Vanessa, corbin, Monique, Ashley and Lucas hanging out a table next to them

Zac and Vanessa give rina advice about what makes Troyella the “it” couple (keeping them together all this time) referring to HSM3 and 4. However, the advice simultaneously works for rina as well. “They always come back to each other, no matter what”.

Gina gets ricky and her promise rings for Ricky’s graduation that they both wear on their pinkies because they’re each other’s “pinky promise”

#so yeah #rina #hsmtmts #high school musical the musical the series #ricky bowen #gina porter #ricky x gina #headcanons #troyella #high school musical #Troy bolton #gabriella montez #jetney #Seblos