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slayfics · 4 months

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Eijiro confesses his feelings to you and Katsuki.

Kiribaku x Reader

1,600 words~

You turned the page in the book as you sunk more into Eijiro's bed.

"UGH!" I'm tired of studying!" You exclaimed, unable to hold in your frustration anymore.

"Same- let's take a break," Eijiro concluded setting aside his book.

"Tch- no wonder you damn extras are always complaining about the exams. You don't work hard enough!" Katsuki barked at you both.

"Awe- come on Bakugo we deserve a break," Eijiro pleaded. "Plus... I kind of wanted to talk to you both about something."

"What's wrong?" Bakugo asked his friend curiously.

"Nothing's wrong I just-" Eijiro began to say before being cut off by Katsuki.

"Yes, there is. You got that stupid look in your eye. Just tell us," He demanded.

"Well ok... here it goes... so I uh- I have a crush I guess-" Eijiro began.

"Aweeee~" You began to say in a sing-song voice. Katsuki grunted and rolled his eyes looking back at his studying materials.

"Don't be mean Bakugo!" You spat and knocked the studying materials out of his hand.

"HEY!" He began to yell at you before Eijiro spoke up again.

"You guys, come on! I really need help!"

"Fine! Just be quick and spit it out. This shit makes me uncomfortable," Katsuki replied.

"I like um someone, and I just don't know what to do about it..." Eijiro finished.

"Fucking tell them and stop bugging us about it," Katsuki said bluntly.

"Don't listen to him," you said giving Katsuki a playful shove.

"God damn it extra! THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING!" Katsuki yelled at you, frustrated by your playfulness.

You ignored Katsuki and continued talking to Eijiro. "As much as I hate to admit it, Bakugo's right. Just be honest with her," you said smiling at him.

"Oh well um- I just don't know how they will react," Eijiro said, Katsuki stayed silent with his arms crossed, his disdain for this conversation all too obvious.

"Oh, they? I'm sorry for assuming Kirishima! Is this a boy? Or wait, non-binary?"

"N-no- well I mean k-kind of-?" Eijiro said, stuttering his words suddenly.

"Oh! They must be gender fluid?" You asked.

"Um- Uh- I uh- I don't know- but- that's not the point!" Eijiro said, starting to get flustered as he looked between you and Katsuki nervously.

"The hell?" Katsuki grumbled, raising an eyebrow. "Why are you being so damn weird about this shitty hair? Who the fuck is it anyway?"

"I uh... I don't know if I can say yet- well maybe- I don't know," Eijiro said, letting out a big sigh and hiding his face in his hands.

"Sorry, are we overwhelming you? Just tell us how to help. We're here for you Kirishima." You said, patting him on the back.

Eijiro mumbled into his hands, "What happens if I tell them, and they don't feel the same?"

"HA?!! THEN I'LL MURDER THEM!!" Katsuki yelled. "How could they not feel the same?? You're going to be an amazing pro hero, and you're always too damn nice to everyone so- yeah- of course they will feel the same idiot," Katsuki said and looked away from you both, his arms crossing just a bit tighter as he wondered who could have caught Eijiro's attention.

Katsuki was very observant, so the fact that he hadn't noticed his best friend and developed a crush on someone was dumbfounding him. More important, he was concerned about who, and if they'd be good enough for Eijiro.

Eijiro picked his head up from his hands, a small blush was tinted on his cheeks at Katsuki's compliments.

"You- you really think so?" He asked.

"Duh- I don't just say shit to say it dumb ass," Katsuki said.

"Well so... if they do feel the same- then what do I do?" Eijiro asked.

You tilted your head to the side, "What do you mean, Kirishima?"

"Like- if they... feel the same way about me... then what? Where do I go from there?" He asked.

"Well then maybe plan a day to spend time together? That way you can get to know them more." You suggested.

"Hmmm...," Eijiro mumbled and looked down. "Well what if... what if I already spend a lot of time with... them?" he asked, and hesitantly looked back up at you.

"Oh uh... well I don't know, maybe you just give them a kiss, if you both are confessing your feelings?" You said and started to wonder more about what was going on. It seemed like nothing you and Katsuki had said was making Eijiro feel any better. He actually seemed to be more on edge now.

"Oh man," Eijiro said and hid his face again.

"The hell is wrong now?!" Katsuki asked annoyed.

"This is so not manly at all but- I've never kissed anyone before," Eijiro said.

"You're joking right?" Katsuki asked.

"No man! I'm not joking, come on don't make fun of me!" Eijiro said giving Katsuki a defeated look.

"Hey, it's ok! Everyone has different experiences!" You said, trying to calm him. "It's not that hard Kirishima, don't stress. It'll come naturally in the moment." You spoke.

"But what if it doesn't?! Have you seen my teeth?! What If I hurt them?? Or- or- what if my quirk goes off? Man, that would be so bad! Haven't I showed you what I did to my own eye?!?!" He said, panicking swinging his arms and pointing at the scar on his eye.

"Wow wow- calm down Kirishima," You begged him. It pained you to see your friend so upset that you wanted to do anything to help ease his anxieties. "Did um- did you... want to practice?" You squeaked out so low that Eijiro and Katsuki almost didn't hear.

"The fuck?!" Katsuki exclaimed.

"Wait- like... kiss you???" Eijiro asked, his whole face igniting in a blush.

"I'm sorry! That was weird for me to offer, wasn't it?! I didn't mean for that- I just- I hate seeing you so upset and-" You spat out anxiously feeling embarrassed by your offer.

"No!" Eijiro stopped you. "I uh-... can I?" He asked looking at you with wide eyes.

"You're fucking joking, right? I'm out of here," Katsuki said standing up.

"No! Bakugo wait!" Eijiro called after him.

"HA? Why the fuck would I stay for that?!" He barked.

"Yeah stay," you said. "If you leave then it does make it weird, then it's not just friends helping each other out and- well uh it would feel too intimate if it was just me and Kirishima, and this is just for practice." You explained.

"Uh yeah right..." Eijiro said, but suddenly looked downcast by your explanation.

"Tch- whatever," Katsuki said, sitting back down and looking away from you two. "Just fucking do it then so we can get back to studying,"

"Right ok," Eijiro said to himself as he hyped himself up.

"Alright well- go ahead," you said shrugging your shoulders.

"Um- just go? Like that?" Eijiro said blushing.

You couldn't help but giggle at his nervousness. "Yeah silly- here I'll get closer," you said scooting over to him more on the bed.

"Ok- ok-" He mumbled as he nervously shook. "I'm going to do it-"

"FUCKING KISS ALREADY!" Katsuki yelled.

Eijiro startled by Katsuki's yell, jumped, and moved his lips quickly to yours, causing his teeth to knock into yours.

"OW-" You exclaimed as your hand shot up to your lips.

"OH MAN! I'm so sorry! See I hurt you, didn't I!? That's exactly what I was worried about!" Eijiro cried out, tears beginning to form in his eyes.

"It's fine Kirishima! It didn't really hurt, it just startled me!" You said, trying to calm him.

"Oh my god! No, your lip is bleeding! I'm the worst at this!" He cried.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP KIRISHIMA!" Katsuki yelled, startling you both, and causing you both to turn to him. "Why the fuck are you always so down on yourself!? COME HERE-" Katsuki yelled and grabbed Eijiro by his shirt collar pulling him closer. You watched as Eijiro was now pressed against Katsuki by force. The moment happened fast but you could have sworn you saw it in slow motion. Katsuki forcefully pressed his lips to Eijiro's.

A surprised, "Hmpfh~," escaped Eijiro as you watched him close his eyes momentarily getting lost in the kiss.

Then, as suddenly as he had yanked him, Katsuki threw Eijiro back down to the bed.

"There, see you can kiss someone without hurting them. So- stop fucking crying," Katsuki barked.

Eijiro looked up at his friend, his face flushed as he panted slightly, "Bakugo that-"

"DON'T FUCKING TALK ABOUT IT!" Katsuki warned. "JUST- just go! Go tell whatever dumb fucking extra it is how you feel! Just- get the fuck out of here already," Katsuki yelled and looked away. You could have sworn you saw mist in his eyes before he turned away.

"Uh Bakugo-... we're in Kirishima's room," you dared to say.

"Tch- I'll fucking leave then," he said beginning to storm out.

"Bakugo wait!" Kirishima called after him.

"FUCKING WHAT!?" He yelled but didn't turn around to face you two.

"I already did..." Eijiro said.

"Hu?" Katsuki exclaimed and turned around looking at Eijiro, a confused look on his face. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were watery.

"I did... I- I told them... both of them..." Eijiro said, quietly and the room froze. No one spoke for a moment as you all stayed in this moment processing what it had meant, and what this whole interaction had been about.

"Both?... Kirishima... Is that what you mean by they- you meant they as in plural?"

"You mean... both- as in... both of us? You like both of us?" Katsuki asked him, eyes wide.

Eijrio nodded his head shyly.

The three of you looked at each other now having an understanding.

Tags: @unofficialmuilover @maddietries @fiannee

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enluv · 4 months

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sungchan as your boyfriend…

pairing: non-idol!sungchan x gn!reader

word count: 573!

genre(s): pure fluff like hold onto your hats because this might make you fall in love with him kinda fluff + (no warnings!)

coco’s <3 note: thank you @okkotsu-simp for requesting this 🤍

– sungchan who first meets you at your universities library because you’re sitting in his usual spot and he’s seriously irritated about it but he thinks you’re too beautiful to tell you off

– that same sungchan decides to just take the seat in front of you and smiles when you look up at him surprised, he’ll explain that you’re in his spot and shake his head no quickly after when you try to get up and offer it back to him, instead asking you what you’re working on

– the rest is history after that, you have a mutual crush on one another and he asks you out immediately after watching the library worker try and flirt with you, something about how you’re his significant other and he thought it was obvious to evereyone???

– sungchan is the type of boyfriend to introduce you to the things he usually does alone, this isn’t to say he doesn’t continue to do them alone but if he thinks you’ll enjoy going on a walk in his favorite park then he’ll be sure to plan for you to try it out with him

– he won’t force you to try new things (foods, activities, hobbies, etc.) but he would most definitely encourage it

– he knows how hard university can get so he will always make sure you’re taking care of yourself

– you’ve been up for hours working on a final paper? it’s time to sleep love, and he means it! he’s a strong guy do you really think he won’t trick you with cuddles on his bed then trap you in his arms till you eventually fall asleep?

– sungchan who can’t cook to save his life but will learn to make you soup for when you catch a cold

– sungchan who buys your pet clothes he thinks will look cute on them and swoons whenever you send him pictures of them wearing the outfits he bought

– sungchan who is the biggest cuddle bug you’ll ever meet, like seriously he loves his cuddles so much and demands them every night

– sungchan who so badly wants to meet your parents because he wants them to know who is dating their baby but is also so nervous to meet them that he freaks out all day till you drag him to dinner shaking

– sungchan who goes out of his way to form an authentic friendship with your friends because he knows how much they mean to you and wants to make sure they know how much you mean to him

– sungchan who drives with one hand, and places the other over you to make sure you’re safe when he’s backing out of places (i need him)

– sungchan who gets pouty when you won’t kiss him because you’re sick and don’t want him to catch your cold (he swears up and down he doesn’t care but pouts even more when he catches it)

– sungchan who always lets you taste his food when you guys go out to eat together

– sungchan who helps you study for exams you have coming up

– sungchan who invites you back to his place for holidays away from school when you can’t go back home

– sungchan who buys you flowers all the time because he knows they make you smile

– sungchan who notices the little habits you have, like tapping your fingers nervously or squeezing his hand a bit tighter when you’re excited about something

– sungchan who when he has a bad day at work or school calls you because hearing your voice immediately puts his mind at ease and washes away all his worries…

coco’s <3 note: right so like I NEED HIM. okay moving on! I could totally go on forever with these but I decided that I should maybe just post them because if I didn’t stop myself I definitely would have never posted this and just kept adding to it for months on end (this is totally not the reason I haven’t posted my jay bf hcs ahahahaha why would you even think that silly goose!) anyways I hope you enjoy these and fantasize about sungchan the same way I did when writing them 🤣🫵🏽 as always, feedback and reblogs are always appreciated <3

riize taglist — @palajae @txtlyn @rllymark @soheekisser @luvbinnies @chaerybae @lecheugo @idkwatodoanymore @givemeakith @haechansbbg @mxlly143 @tinyelfperson @vampcharxter (bold can’t be tagged 😞)

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lovebugism · 7 months

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hi bug! could I request a fall back to school blurb with eddie and shy!reader, where he sticks up for reader in school against a bully? I love hurt/comforts!

ty for requesting lovely! this is sort of a part 2 for this drabble, but can be read as a stand-alone fic!! — eddie has a talk with jason when he finds out he's been messing with you again (mentions of bullying, hurt/comfort, established relationship, 1.7k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

Eddie picks red and orange leaves from your hair. His touch is perfectly gentle despite the red-hot rage burning houses behind his ribcage.

You’re a shaken-up mess in the back of his van. He knows Jason did something to you — you just won’t tell him what.

He pries, anyway, though, trying his best to keep a nonchalant air about him so you don’t shut down completely. Outside the open trunk, he stands in between your legs and takes care of you. It feels like human nature to do both.

“What happened, babe?” Eddie wonders with a forced laugh, plucking a brown stem from the crown of your head. He flicks it to the pavement below you. “Did he, like, trip you into a pile of leaves or something?”

He’s smiling so sweetly at you, but you know he’ll flip if you’re honest.

You purse your lips to the side and shake your head, turning your glassy eyes to your swaying feet.

“No, he…” you start, then exhale a trembling sigh.

You don’t want to lie, but you don’t want to make it seem as scary as it feels. You twist your hands in your lap and ramble in a quiet confession. “I was walking to our picnic table to study, and he snuck up behind me, and I had my walkman on so I couldn’t hear him, and… I’m just— I’m just a baby, okay? It’s not a big deal.”

Eddie’s brows pinch as his face twists in something short of confusion. “Uh, yeah. It is,” he monotones, then scoffs out a laugh. “Honestly, I thought he knew better than to mess with you after what happened last time.”

He’s talking about that evening at the arcade — the last time you had the utter displeasure of running into the douchebag of Hawkins High. The whole “the only shooting Jason Carver does is into a kleenex” thing from when summer still felt like summer.

Everything’s grayer now. And colder.

You feel a lot of the same.

You shoot Eddie a half-hearted glare at the memory he won’t let you live down. He meets it with a crooked, pink grin — your own personal sunshine when the real thing is hidden behind thick clouds. You melt for him all over again like you always do, feeling like a child as he plucks pieces of dead leaves from your hair.

“There,” he announces as he untangles a sizable yellow leaf from the strands. It floats down to his dirty sneakers. He cups your jaw in his abnormally warm hands and gives you one more once over. “I think that’s all of ‘em, babe.”

“Yeah?” you ask, just to be sure, as you smooth your palm over the back of your hair.

“Yep. You’re good as new. Beautiful like always.”

You roll your eyes with a poorly hidden smile. You’ve been together too long for him to flirt with you like he does. You wonder if he’ll ever stop, or if he’ll treat every day with you like it’s the very first.

“Always a charmer, huh?” you hum with a lovesick grin.

“For you,” the boy croons, leaning closer so he can press a kiss to your mouth. His rosy lips smack audibly against yours in a chaste peck that leaves you grieving the moment he’s gone.

The worn heel of Eddie’s sneakers scuff against the rocky concrete of the parking lot when he parts from you. He goes without a word. You watch him with a gaping look of bemusement.

“What— Where are you going?” you call to him, trying ignore the melodramatic twisting of your stomach.

You’d already missed class — too shaken after seeing Jason and too needy for Eddie. You thought he might keep you company until next period. God knows he’ll take any excuse to ditch Mr. Kaminsky’s chem class.

Eddie turns back around to look at you but doesn’t stop inching towards the entrance. He shrugs his leather-clad shoulders with a cheeky grin. “Oh. You know. Just got regular business to attend to.”

You deflate. Regular business for Eddie Munson often means complete and utter chaos.

“Don’t do anything stupid… Please.”

“Me?” Eddie scoffs, bringing a hand to his chest as though you’ve wounded him in some way. “Of course not!”

—————

Eddie roams the vacant halls of Hawkins High with his hands balled into fists. He’s got no intention of using them for evil — Yoda always said to use the Force for knowledge and defense, never for attack. They more so shake with the withheld fury of not being able to avenge you.

What kinda boyfriend would be if some douchebag was fucking with his girl and he just let it happen?

Then he finds Jason in the empty corridor of the west wing. He comes out of the bathroom in all his muscled glory, dressed in baggy sweatpants and a too-fitted tank top, and it feels sort of kismet.

If fate didn’t want Eddie to do something, fate wouldn’t have put the douchebag directly in his way, right?

“Hey, Jason!” Eddie lilts in a tone so chipper it has to be sarcasm. “What are you doing down here?”

Jason meets the boy’s wide grin with a look of bitter confusion. “None of your business, freak,” he bites in response, walking past the wild-haired brunette as though he wasn’t there at all.

“I beg to differ, tough guy.” The nickname spills from his mouth, coated in venom. “Everything you do became my business when you started messing with my girl.”

Jason’s gruff laughter fills the vacant hallway. He turns back around, flashing a pearly-white smile. “Wallflower’s still with you, huh?” he singsongs, then shrugs sympathetically. “I’m not gonna lie, I’m a little surprised to hear that.”

“Yeah. She is, actually,” Eddie nods with a beam. “As a matter of fact, we just went on a double date with Steve and Chrissy. Harrington told me to say hi, by the way.”

The blonde boy goes suddenly grim at the mention of the girl who got away. His thin-lipped smile ebbs into a frown. His chiseled features sharpen when his jaw clenches. “Watch it, freak.”

Those words stopped being threatening the first time he said them. After the millionth or more, it just got redundant.

Eddie huffs, impatient and annoyed.

“Alright. Here’s how this is gonna go, okay? Seeing as you’re a little toodense to listen when my girl told you to leave us alone, I’m gonna spell it out for you,” he monotones, inching towards the boy with his hands on his hips. “Either keep messing with us, and I crack that pretty face of yours, or you can leave to be a douchebag with a nice jawline another day… How’s that sound?”

A beat passes.

A laugh sputters from Jason’s mouth a second later.

Apparently, he finds Eddie’s newfound confidence as strange as it feels. He might be a loudmouth sometimes, but he’s certainly no fighter. And even though he knows this just as well as the next person, the anger of not being taken seriously stings like a searing knife in his chest.

“Oh, and I have razor blades hidden in my hair, by the way,” Eddie monotones, using his freakazoid reputation to his advantage. He smiles when Jason goes somber. “Yep. Mm-hmm. All up in there—”

“You’re fucking crazy, man,” the blonde boy scoffs, choosing not to call his bluff and walking away entirely.

Eddie waits until Jason turns the corner to let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. It trembles on the way out, forced through a tightening chest. He wipes his sweaty palms on his black ripped jeans — not a fighter, indeed.

“Razor blades?” a familiar voice calls from a little ways down the hall, accompanied by a soft giggle that sounds like heaven.

Eddie lifts his head and finds you walking towards him — turning the opposite corner that Jason had just left from. Your hands are tucked into the sleeves of the sweater that swallows you whole. You wrap your arms around yourself, making yourself as small as possible yet taking every ounce of his attention just the same.

With furrowed brows, his gaze darts between you and the empty corridor. “How did you…?” he asks, then trails off with a laugh. “I didn’t even know you were here.”

“I’m Wallflower, remember?” you grin, wearing the name people use to taunt you like armor. “I’m basically the queen of hiding in plain sight.”

“Yeah?” Eddie hums with a smirk. His smile widens when you inch closer to him.

You shrug. “It’s just a superpower. No big deal.”

His fingers curl around the outsides of your elbows when you’re standing toe-to-toe. His touch is warm and firm, but still gentle as he squeezes you. He rubs at your arms with his thumbs.

“So…” he singsongs and tilts his head to the side, making his wild curls bunch at his shoulders. His chocolate eyes dance with sincerity and amusement. “What’d ya think?”

“I think you were very brave,” you answer honestly, but with an inflection that sounds like you’re teasing him.

Eddie’s gaze narrows. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“C’mon, Eds… You’re a nerd who plays D&D for twelve hours straight, and Jason lifts weights in his spare time.”

“You don’t think I could take him?”

“I know you couldn’t,” you retort, too sincerely for his liking.

The sting in his chest ebbs when you uncurl your arms to splay your palms over his collarbones. Your smile sparkles, quite like the twinkle in your eye.

“But you’d try. For me. And I, for one, think that’s very brave of you, Ser Munson.”

You’re right. About all of it.

Eddie would fight for your honor like it was one of his Dungeons and Dragons campaigns. And he’d lose — quite miserably, probably — because what Jason Carver lacks in brains, he makes up twice in muscle. But you’d patch him up after, and it’d be worth it.

Instead of saying all that and stooping down to the sap you are, Eddie deflects with a joke. “Ooh,” he croons lowly. “Ser Munson, huh? I like the sound of that… We should save that one for later.”

You swat at him, but your softness lingers.

Eddie’s boyish laughter fills the vacant halls. His smile is too pretty not to kiss.

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glitterforashes · 8 months

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𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ; 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

>>> sally fisher and larry johnson as per usual, fluff, comfort for sal, usual tomfooleries for larry, lake hc’s. enjoy!

𝐬𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫 —

doesn’t like to swim, just sits on the shore

will get in to about waist length if you ask nicely

hates being splashed. will immediately get back out

brings his gameboy in case he gets bored

usually only goes with you, larry, ash and todd. wont go alone or one on one with anyone.

doesn’t wear just swim trunks, wears a tshirt over them

refuses to get his hair wet like a little girl

burns. so bad. needs to be absolutely slathered in sunscreen to not go up in flames

“sally, get in the water! it’s so waaarm!” you whined at him, wading through the lake that was surprisingly clear. even if you went deep, you could still see your toes beneath the water. “no, i’m good.” he called back to you, face hidden behind his beloved gameboy. you, todd and ash all stood about waist length in the water, just wading around and talking. sally refused to get in, and larry had run back to ash’s car to get the cooler. something was clearly wrong with sally. usually he’d get in, even if it was only to his ankles. with a pout on your lips, you slicked your hair back and climbed out of the water, set on finding out what was bothering your beloved boy. you plopped down on the rickety lawn chair next to him, crossing one leg over the other and facing your body towards him, giving him your utmost attention. “what’s the matter, sal?” you asked softly, gently running your fingers against his pale arm. “nothing. just don’t feel like swimming today.” he mumbled, keeping focus solely on the game. you looked at him, studying his face. “sal, i know there’s something wrong. what’s bugging you?” his shoulders slumped as he sighed, lowering the game boy. he looked over at you, vulnerability in his eyes. “are you interested in todd?” he asked, searching your face. your eyes widened. “what? no. where did that come from?” “just.. you two have been spending a lot of time together. it’s okay if you don’t want to be with me anymore.” your shoulders slumped and you reached out, gently brushing a few strands of hair away from his face. “no, sally. you’re the only one i want. besides.. i’m pretty sure todd swings the other way, if you know what i mean.” sal chuckled a bit, seeming to loosen up. “yeah. okay. sorry, (y/n).” you shook your head and leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss against the cheek of his mask. “nothing to be sorry for, sally-wally.” your laugh echoed across the lake as he physically cringed, you could practically see his face through the mask. “please. never call me that again.” “okay, sally wally pooh.”

𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 —

wears big goofy goggles and swims down to the deep parts of the lake to find cool rocks for you.

religiously wears a goofy pair of duck print swim shorts.

ties his hair up in a bun, you love it.

REFUSES to wear sunscreen, always gets sunburnt. turns tan the next day, but complains about the sunburn until then.

likes it when you make sandwiches for him and bring them to the lake. tears them up. absolutely devours them.

sleeps on the ride back home.

likes going to the lake one on one with you, but will also go with the others.

likes to use water guns when the others are around.

“larry, please just put sunscreen on your shoulders if anything.” “no, (y/n)! sunscreen is for losers.” you hovered over him as he tugged goggles onto his face, heavily insistent on burning to a crisp. “sunscreen is not for losers, it’s for people who don’t want to get melanoma and look like a raisin by the age of twenty.” he huffed and spread his arms out finally, doing a little turn so you could coat all the visible parts of his body in sunscreen. luckily, it was the spray on kind, so his complaining was minimal. after that dramatic scene, you two were splashing about, scaring every fish within a ten mile radius. “larry! stop it, you’re getting water up my nose!” you screeched, coughing up and blowing out water from basically ever sinus you possibly could. he laughed as he bombarded you with comically large splashes, absolutely drenching your face and hair in the span of four seconds. that went on until you got close enough to grab a handful of his hair and shove his head under the water, effectively stopping his attacks and almost drowning him. you two went home soggy, tired, and hungry, collapsing onto his bed. lisa found you both hours later and snapped a picture. now, hanging on larry’s fridge is a candid shot of you and him, sprawled out across the bed, sheets wet, tangled in each others limbs. larry has his head at the foot of the bed and one of his legs hanging off the side, while you have your head resting against his abdomen and your legs propped up against the wall. however, the part lisa liked the most was the fact despite being asleep, you two had managed to find each others hands and interlock pinkies.

#sally face x reader #sally face #larry johnson x reader #larry johnson #sally fisher #sally fisher xreader #fluff #xreader #fanfaction #lake house #headcanon #shortandsweet #slay #enjoy

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wonwooslibrary · 22 days

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svt as boyfriends ♡ chan edition

member: lee chan (dino) x gn! reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, bullet points

word count: 714

summary: channie's boyfriend things <333

warnings: mentions of menstrual cycles & insulting in a loving way

author's note: hello! normally this is where i would be oops i'm getting back into writing but i'll be completely honest this time and say that i am completely falling out of love with it and i genuinely haven't opened a wip in so damn long. if i wasn't so far into this series, I definitely would not have finished it....i want to write more but it just might take me a while to find my love for it once again...thanks for still reading though <3 sorry this is so late, and I hope you enjoy reading!!!

Socially stupid bf <3

If anyone sees you, they will always know that Chan is close behind

Is so madly in love with you and doesn’t know how to live without you

Quality Time

Loves taking you anywhere he goes, including dance practices or shopping

Dinner dates are his thing - he’ll pull off the roses and candles and everything

Constant texts when you can’t be together because of work or visiting family

Such as hey i managed to find that sock that went missing in the laundry last week !! or how long do i put 12 pizza rolls in the microwave for

Loves just being with you when you take part in your hobbies, even if he doesn’t particularly enjoy them himself

Gets worried that you’ll get angry with him because he’s always with you and knows that you need your alone time once in a while

Words of Affirmation

Compliments you through jokes or insults type of boyfriend

You’re all like “I love you,” and he’s like, “You wouldn’t if I was a worm though :(“ and then you roll your eyes because come on, how could someone not love Lee Chan

Always apologizes for things he doesn’t need to apologize for because he doesn’t want to upset you :(((

I don’t think Chan would be a big fan of pet names, to be honest, but if he was, I think they would just be versions of your name :3

Melts into a puddle when you compliment him because !!! you are complimenting him !!!!

Basically he can dish out all the compliments, but the minute you try saying them back, he turns into a literal tomato because he’s embarrassed but also so madly in love

Physical Touch

I think he is secretly one of the biggest cuddle bugs in svt and nobody can change my mind

When he laughs, he always manages to fall into you some way, whether that be resting his head on your shoulder or crumpling into you

Loves holding hands (especially in public) but not in a possessive way, more of a I constantly want to be around you kind of way

And of course you love it because it’s Lee Chan and you love everything about him

On the other hand, there are definitely days that he doesn’t feel confident in himself or that he deserves the love you give him :(((

You know on those days that you need to show your affection and make the first moves yourself,,,he likes loving you, but sometimes he just needs to be shown that he can be loved too

Acts of Service

I’m not going to lie, I struggled a bit with this category, because I feel it’s easier for Chan to say things rather than show it

He’s just not sure whether him making tea for you says “i love you” or “sup bro” and wants to make sure he gets the right message across

Because of this, your relationship took a while to form because both of you cannot take a hint and were so convinced you didn’t like each other

Absolutely loves helping you with literally everything: doing chores, studying, getting ready in the morning, as long as you are there with him, he doesn’t care and will do anything

He doesn’t realize that what he does shows how much he loves you, he just thinks its normal to help you, and vice versa

Sometimes you protest against his help but he’s just a BOY WHO IS IN LOVE let him do what he wants :(

Gift Giving

A huuuge fan of gift giving

Will buy anything that you could ever want or need

Stuffed animals and snacks galore !!!!

If you have menstrual cycles, he would totally be the type of boyfriend to go to the store and buy whatever products you need and surprise you with a bunch of snacks and treats throughout the week

You of course also spoil him to the best of your ability and he loves it, but also always feels bad when you spend money on him in any way

Loves matching and customizable gifts !!! He likes to give you things that can make you laugh and remember a specific moment with him because he thinks it’s cute (and you think it’s sappy and adorable)

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estrellami-1 · 9 months

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If I Should Stay

Part 1 | . . . | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

After pizza—and after El wakes up and eats her own pizza—everyone gathers around again to listen to Steve and Robin. “So I think by now we’ve proven we’re from the future,” Steve says. “We’re here, four years in the past, because a lot of bad things happen, and if we can, we’d like to stop those things from happening. The big one, and really the recurring problem, is a guy named Henry Creel who essentially took control of an alternate plane of existence we call the Upside Down.” He motions El over beside him, and she goes gladly, tucking her feet up onto the couch as she leans into his side, trusting him to hold her up. He does, sliding a protective arm around her shoulders as he says, “He’s also One.”

He watches as one by one the lightbulbs come on. “Oh, shit,” Dustin whispers, and Steve doesn’t even call him on it, just nods.

“Beyond Henry, though, there are creatures in the Upside Down that can and will kill you.” He rolls his eyes fondly at the boys. “For some inexplicable reason, you came up the names, so they’re called demogorgons, demodogs, and demobats. Demogorgons are what took Barb and Will, but they both got away. That doesn’t mean they’re safe, though. Like El said earlier, Barb was safe in the moment, but it’s still a very dangerous place. There are vines everywhere that are connected to a hive mind. You step on one, and Henry knows you’re there.”

He continues telling the story, Robin interrupting when there’s a detail he misses. It’s silent when they finish. Finally, El speaks up. “So, it is… my fault?”

“No, El,” Steve says softly. “None of this is your fault. Things out of your control happened that made you who you are. Those same things created all of this.”

El frowns. “So I am bad? Like One? Like the Upside Down?”

“No,” Mike says sharply. “You’re good, El.”

“He’s right,” Steve murmurs. “You made yourself good.” He pokes her arm teasingly, and she smiles, leaning back into him.

Steve looks around, catches Nancy’s eye, and sighs. “Nance? A word?”

“Steve?” Robin asks.

He shakes his head. “I’ll yell if I need you,” he promises, rubbing her head as he passes. She squawks and bats his hand away.

“Asshole,” she mutters, and he laughs as he disappears down the hallway, Nancy in tow.

They end up in a room Steve thinks was meant to be a study. “You have questions.”

“Understatement of the century. There’s just one that’s really bugging me, though.”

“Us?”

“Yeah.”

Steve sighs and leans against the wall. “On Halloween, Tina throws a party. We didn’t know what we do now, about the Upside Down, and you were still looking for her. I was an asshole, self-centered and unhelpful.” He blows out a breath, crosses his arms, and looks away. “You got drunk, called me, and my love for you, bullshit. Left. I tried to talk to you the next day at school about it and you couldn’t say you loved me. I was still hopeful. I’m a romantic at heart, y’know? I thought maybe if I could be everything you needed, if I changed enough, if, if, if…” he shakes his head. “So we stayed together. I tried. You slept with Jonathan Byers, then broke up with me.”

Nancy looks horrified. “Steve-”

He shakes his head. “I made my peace with it. And maybe this makes me an asshole, I dunno, but Nance, I can’t go back. We’re okay, we’re friends, but I can’t pretend I still have feelings for you. I’m sorry, but we both know I was just convenient for you.”

Nancy takes a breath. “So that’s it?”

Steve shrugs helplessly. “I don’t know what you want me to do. I tried and got my heart broken for it. I moved on, found someone I think I can really be happy with, without changing who I am. And for the record? It gets rocky for a second, but I think you and Byers are it, too.” He smirks. “Plus Mike likes him better than me.”

Nancy rolls her eyes. “Oh, well, if Mike likes him better…” they both laugh, and she looks at him. “No more feelings?”

He shakes his head. “We make much better friends.”

Nancy grins lopsidedly. “And Robin?”

Steve snorts. “Purely platonic, I promise. Neither of us want anything else with each other.”

Nancy looks at him then. Studies him. “You’ve been through some shit,” she decides. “But you look happy.”

He smiles. “I am, for the most part. I know who I am.”

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bettysupremacy · 2 years

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Eddie x Henderson! Reader pt. 3

Could be read as a standalone methinks

Summary: When Dustin let’s it slip to Steve that their his sister is seeing Eddie Munson, Steve goes into protective mode.

Warnings: cursing, fem! Reader, insinuations to sex, Eddie being adorable, protective! Steve, no spoilers!

A/N: I’m sorry took so long, I’m in mourning over st. Also thank you @idiotonlegs because you gave me the idea for this whole chapter<3

4.5k words 🫶🏻

In the end, Dustin had only been able to save the Master of reality cassette. Whatever their devil spawn of a cat had done to her cherished Walkman had left it completely ruined.

She had sobbed when Dustin broke the news to her that night after the diner. He almost felt bad about telling her. He could see she had such a good time with Eddie. Well as much as he could see sitting at a different table them. “Grown up’s table and kiddie table” was Eddie’s excuse. Maybe he should’ve just gotten Steve to buy her the same one and then lied to her about it.

“I can ask Steve to buy you a new one,” he had suggested while rubbing her back “use his big brother spirit to our advantage.”

She shook her head adamantly “I don’t want him to know I broke this one.”

Yet, two weeks later, Dustin is in family video, bugging explaining to Steve what happened to their his sisters broken Walkman.

“-and then she came into the room to find Tew’s playing with-“

“I thought your cats name was Mews?”

“That was our old cat, Steve. So-“

Steve looks over his shoulder from where he’s typing to ask “Your cat Mews died, and you named the new cat Tew’s?”

Robin snorts “Did you name the new cat Tew’s because it’s the second cat?”

“What?”

“Like.. Two? Tew’s.”

“I don’t.. I don’t know? That’s not the point. She came into her room and the cat had ruined it.”

Steve’s already gone back to typing. “Yeah man, I’ll buy her a new one. You should’ve told me sooner. Then you wouldn’t have had needed to do all your nerd crap on it.”

“My nerd crap saved her Master of reality cassette.”

“Masters of what? Whatever man, I would’ve bought her another one of those too.”

Dustin rolls his eyes at how casual Steve is being about his money and shuffles so that his back his now leaning against the front desk. It’s a quiet day. Nobody in or out the whole time Dustin was bothering Steve and Robin.

Robin looks up from where she’s sorting tapes, “Do you still need something?”

“Robin.”

She turns her head to Steve confusedly “What?”, He only shakes his head.

Dustin turns back around, “Yeah, actually”

“What is it kid?”

“I have nothing to do today.”

Steve looks at him confusedly, “I have work. Didn’t you say something about seeing a movie with the freak-“

“Eddie.”

“-Eddie today?”

“He’s ditched me. again!”

“He’s probably got better things to do then hang out with a 15 year old on a Saturday. Isn’t he like twenty something?”

“My sister is not better then me.”

Steve’s head snaps up and Robin ditches the tapes to look back up at Dustin in fascination.

“He’s doing her? What the hell are you talking about?”

“No! God, I hope not? I just mean he’s ditched me all week to hang out with her. The drive in, on a school night, the Halloween fair, Arcade Palace. And then! Two nights ago he came in through my front door.”

Steve looks at him confusedly and Dustin sighs. “I thought he was here to hangout with me, because he’s been seriously neglecting me, but he just didn’t know which window was hers to break into!”

Robin laughs loudly at that, but its quickly swallowed up by Steve shrieking “They were alone in her room?”

Steve looks like he’s about to pop a vessel.

“They were studying for Mrs. Clicks test.”

Steve bristles, “They weren’t studying, Dustin.”

“I don’t know Steve,” Robin starts “Mrs. Clicks tests are really hard.”

Robins smart mouth earns her a swift kick behind the knees from Steve. She buckles, clutching onto the faux wood counter, and flips him the bird.

“Was there music playing, Dustin?” Robin continues to tease Steve.

“Just the loud ass screams of Ozzy Osborne and Blackie Lawless. I asked them to turn it down so many times but they wouldn’t listen and my mom wasn’t home to back me up-“

The rest of Dustin’s rant is muffled out to Steve’s ears. Steve is horrified. They were alone.. in her room.. with loud ass music playing.. while their mother wasn’t home?? He could be sick. What is that freaks intentions with her?

Robin takes one look at his face and bursts into cackles. She’s clutching her stomach with one hand and her mouth with the other. “This is so incriminating, Steve.”

Steve makes to kick her knees again but she swerves it quickly and his foot bounces off of the counter wall. Dustin watches in confusion as Robin starts laughing out louder and Steve cringes. Dustin doesn’t know if he’s cringing from the impact of the kick or how loud Robin is laughing in the quiet store.

Steve is standing on one foot, rubbing his hand over the injured foot “Whatever Robs, he better not be messing with her.” The threat doesn’t sound half as intimidating as he wanted it to sound.

But oh does Robin know what her and Eddie have been doing. She calls Robs every single time they get back from one of the many surprisingly cute dates Eddie planned. Or what her best friend called a “study date” two nights ago.

Her giggles must turn into something telling after Steve’s not so threatening threat, because when she calms herself down, Steve and Dustin are staring at her.

Did she do it again? “What?” she grabs her elbows insecurely “What?”

Steve has his arms crossed, leaning against the counter next to the computer, and Dustin his leaning over the counter squinting at her.

“What did she tell you?” Steve asks slowly.

“Why do you assume she told me anything?”

“Because shes your best friend.”

“What? No? Her best friend is Chrissy Cunnin-“

“Oh bull” Steve scoffs at the girl who he labels as his best friend.

She’s looking between the small, not-so-scary brother, and the taller, slightly scarier, chosen brother.

“Fine” she sighs. Although, she’s worried once she opens her mouth, she won’t be able to close it. That’s exactly what Steve wants though, isn’t it? “She’s called me after every one of their dates.”

Dustin shakes his head in shock “Dates?”

Steve ignores him and starts asking the important questions “What are his intentions with her?”

Robin laughs a startled laugh, “What’re you? A dad sitting at a dinner table with a shot gun-?”

The door chimes as a customer walks in, and Steve quickly turns into customer service, employee of the month Steve. “Hi, welcome to family video, is there anything you need help with- oh it’s you.”

His employee of the month personality is quickly ripped from him when he sees Max staring at him amused, slowly pulling her headphones off her ears.

“What d’you want?”

Max hasn’t read the energy of the room yet, “Wow, Steve, that’s so polite of you. Do you greet all your loyal customers like that? Or just your favorites? I bet Keith would love a review of his employees, do you guys have a paper form for that around here?”

“What do you want?” Steve repeats.

“Careful,” Robin warns “Steve’s cranky right now.”

“I am not cranky-“

“And Dustin too.”

Max comes up and leans against the counter, tinkering with the customer service bell, “I can tell. What’s your damage, Steve?”

Dustin answers the question meant for Steve, “My sister is seeing Eddie Munson and Robin knows inside details that we don’t.”

“Oh, so do I.” Max deadpans.

“What?” Steve and Dustin practically yell at the same time.

“My god. Can you work on volume control?” Robin cringes, plugging her fingers in her ears for dramatics, and walking to stand in the corner closer to Max.

“What do you know?” Steve asks quieter.

“Not much, I saw them thirty minutes ago, In the book store, and he introduced himself to me as her boyfriend.” She says this too nonchalantly Steve thinks. Dustin is about to have a conniption.

“They’re so cute aren’t they?” Robin tilts her head towards Max with a blinding smile on her face.

“Aren’t they?” Max lilts, “I mean she looked so pleasantly surprised when he used that word, which was so adorable. The way they smiled at each other too-“

“Yeah, yeah.” Steve cuts her off annoyed.

She scoffs at him and Robin waves a hand at her as if to silently tell Max to ignore him. All of them fall into a comfortable silence. Their minds running with the buzz of the same topic.

The silence is loudly broken by the sound of the door chime again. Max and Dustin don’t bother looking up, this isn’t their job. It’s Robin and Steve’s.

“Hi, welcome to family video, is there anything you need help with-“ Steve’s monologue is cut off at the same place it was minutes prior. Good thing Robin is such a good friend.

“With finding today? Our movie of the week is The Goonies.” Robin finishes for him. A sincere, highly amused, smile is plastered on her face. Compared the the fake customer service one that usually sweeps it.

Eddie is beaming, and everyone can tell it’s from something that happened prior to him opening the doors. Robins mandated monologue wasn’t that moving.

“Hey Robin!” His voice comes out too loud at first, not adjusted from the loud street. He looks like he’s about to say something else but his mouth stutters when he sees the way Steve is glaring at him.

Robin looks over confused, and hits Steve with the 16 Candles box in her hands when she sees the deep glare that he’s giving Eddie. Eddie quickly recovers, walking up to Dustin and ruffling his hair “Goonies huh? I’ve already got a movie picked out. Where’s the horror section?”

Robin points him to the horror section silently. He looks a little to her right, where Steve is standing, and he hesitates a nod before walking over. Robin hits Steve with 16 Candles two more times. “Ow! Robin! What is that for?”

“What the hell, dingus? Why are you glaring at that poor boy like that?”

“Glaring? I was not glaring.”

“You we’re glaring.” Max backs up Robin.

“See?” Robin gestures towards Max.

“Yeah, whatever.”

Eddie comes back over quickly, setting the box down on the counter and smiling up at Robin. The smile looks more forced when he sees the way Steve hasn’t changed his glare.

“The Shining? That’s a classic.” Robin tries to keep the conversation flowing while renting it for him.

“You got plans tonight?” Max chimes in, smiling a teasing smile at Dustin.

Eddie laughs at the girls, “Yes, I do have plans tonight, Red. Super hot date in fact.” He winks at her.

Dustin scoffs and walks off into the romance section. Quickly realizing what section he’s in and groaning loud enough to have Eddie and the girls in giggles.

Robin hands him the rented tape, “Hope you have fun.”

“Hope you have fun.” Steve mimics under his breath.

Eddie looks at Steve with furrowed brows. He needs to get out of here, “We will!”

Once he hears the jingle of Eddie opening and closing the door, Dustin comes back out.

“What was that?” It’s Robins turn to glare at the immature boys.

“What?” Dustin asks offended.

It’s silent as the four young adults look between each other. Max is the first to crack. “Whatever, see you guys later” she pulls her headphones up again “Bye Robin!”

“Bye Max!” Robin stands there with her hands on her hips, very Steve like for a second. “I can’t believe you two.” She walks into the employees only room.

“What’s gotten into her?” Steve asks Dustin.

“No idea.”

That night, when Eddie gets to the Henderson household, their mothers car isn’t there. Just like she said. Still, he parks a few houses away, just in case.

Sitting in his car, he realizes how nervous he is. He meant it when he said he was going to take her on a proper date, and he fulfilled that promise. He’s taken her to the drive in, to the Halloween fair, where he won her a oversized teddy bear, and then spent $4 to win the bears matching electric guitar plushie.

To Arcade Palace (so he could stand behind behind her and help her play skee-ball). He even came over two nights ago, at 9 o’clock at night, even though they had a test the next day, just to make out hang out with her for awhile. Though he had to tell Dustin they were studying when he came through the front door.

He moves the rear view mirror so he can see himself better. He didn’t think about how having the windows down would effect his hair. Once satisfied, he grabs the VHS and hops out, walking down to her house. She told him to just walk in, not to bother knocking because it’s unlocked, but he was still nervous. This wasn’t his home.

When he reaches her front door he stands there a couple seconds, anxiety knotting in his stomach. Holy shit he’s so nervous. He raises his hand to knock on the door, he’ll just tell her he forgot, but it opens before he can move to knock on it.

She glances at his hand in the air, and he swallows in embarrassment when she says “I thought I told you to just walk in?”

She’s wearing an oversized bright green and yellow shirt, and brown pajama shorts.

He suppresses a smile, “Camp Know Where? What’d you do? Raid Dustin’s closet?”

“Dustin got it for me from his camp last summer,” she grabs his arm and pulls him inside “It was some kind of genius camp. I don’t really know what they did there..”

She continues to chatter his ear off, pulling him into the kitchen. All he can do is smile fondly at her while she pulls down cups from the cabinet and opens the fridge, “-and so I had to get red vines instead of jujubes because Mr. Johnson said they were out. But I got sugar babies.” She looks at him expectantly “Do you want coke or lemonade? Or water, water is also an option.”

“Coke’ll do”

“Mkay, I’m having lemonade. And I’m mixing it with sweet tea, have you ever done that? It’s really good.”

“I’ll have that actually.”

“You don’t want coke?”

“I want what you’re having.”

She smiles at him, “Okay.”

He watches her carefully pour half lemonade into the cups, and then fill the rest up with sweet tea. She hands him his cup but let’s out an “oomph!” when he pulls her closer and presses a hard kiss to her mouth. Some of her drink sloshes over the rim of her cup. When he pulls back she looks dazed.

“What was that for?”

“Nothing. I just missed my Chatty Cathy.”

A shy smile replaces her shock, “We hung out all day.”

“So? Can’t I miss my girlfriend?” he tucks hair behind her ear. Girlfriend.

She shrugs his hand away from her and swerves around him, moving quickly towards her room. “You’re teasing me.”

There’s so much mock offense on his face that she almost feels bad, “I would never!”

“Yeah okay. Put the VHS in, Romeo.” She quips while slowly setting her drink on her nightstand.

“So bossy.”

“You like it.”

He sticks in The Shining and gets comfortable on her bed. She quickly moves into his arms and he scoffs “Look who needs me now.” down at her, but tightens his arms so she won’t try to leave. He’s quite content with laying like this with her for the rest of his life.

“You sure you’ve got everything, speedy?” Robin taunts Steve as he rushes through the employees only room, trying to grab all his stuff. He thought he grabbed it all earlier but when he made it to the car he forgot his keys, then his jacket, then his wallet.

“Yes,” Steve pants “I’ve got it all now.”

She watches as he books it out the door, into his car, where Dustin is waiting impatiently, and out of the parking lot. The goal is to make it to the store, before it closes, so he can buy her a new Walkman. But he’s sure if he gets there when they’re closing, he could just bribe the closing employee to let him buy something real quick.

Robin shakes her head, eyebrows scrunching when she feels something under her shoe. The glimmering of a gold key catches her eye and she busts out laughing. Steve is going to be so pissed when he realizes he dropped his house key. She’s gonna buy him a keychain, she decides, he’s got too much trust in loose keys.

He makes it to the store in time, Thank god, and grabs the same exact one he bought last time. On the way to check out, a rack of cassettes catches his eye. Hmm. He checks his watch and there’s exactly 5 minutes before the old man working the register kicks him out. That’s enough.

He scans his eyes over it, trying to see if there’s anything that he can remember her talking about. Bowie, Bush, Madonna, Queen. Queen!

He sets the stuff on the counter just in time. He’s breathing hard and he’s sure he looks a little crazy. He lightly pats his hair subconsciously. Did his Farrah Fawcett hold up?

The old man behind it looks at all his items slowly, and then back up at him. He shakes his head like he wants to say something, but doesn’t end up chewing Steve out, like he thought he would. He just doesn’t get paid enough.

Steve thanks the man for the bag and throws a $20 bill on the counter as a tip for serving him so late. He slams his car door a lot harder then he meant to, which has his eyes shut tight in cringe, but Dustin is urging him to start the car, so Steve drops the bag in Dustin’s lap and drives off. He’s begging Steve to go over the speed limit, but he’s just too responsible for that.

“Speed up, man! When are we trying to get there? Next year?”

“Cork it, Henderson. The speed limit is 45, so I’m going 45.”

A loud groan follows and Steve rolls his eyes. What is it with his kids and their attitudes?

It takes them a lot longer to get to their house then Dustin wanted, Steve too but he wouldn’t admit that, and though Dustin was whining and begging Steve to hurry the hell up, he doesn’t get out of the car when they pull up. He sits there silently and drops the bag back in Steve’s lap.

“What’re you waiting for?” Dustin asks confusedly.

“Um, what are you waiting for?”

“You think I’m going in there?”

“You aren’t?”

“No! My child eyes are too innocent.”

Dustin thinks that if you could hear eyes roll, that the eye roll Steve just gave him would be loud. Very loud.

“You’re gonna have to go in when I come back to the car anyways.”

“I’m spending the night at your place.”

Steve and Dustin are making direct eye contact, in complete silence, for what feels like minutes.

“No, you’re not.”

Steve hops out the car and nervously walks towards the front door. What if he sees something? He doesn’t wanna see that. What about his poor innocent eyes? Well.. maybe not that innocent.

He walks in without knocking, because they never lock their door, and stands there silently for a moment. He can’t hear anything. That’s good.

Farther he walks, past their couch, and into the hallway that Dustin and her room resides. When he makes it to her door it’s closed. Why is it closed? Her moms rule is that the door has to stay open. Even for him!

He can hear The Shining playing, and he can see the light of the tv under her door. Is her light off? Oh my god, he really doesn’t wanna see more then he needs to.

When he knocks he hears a yelp and thinks the worst. They were totally being devious in there! He knew it! That’s why the door was closed, that’s why the lights are off, that’s why-

There’s a loud teasing laugh, “Is the movie making you jumpy?”

“Shove it, Munson”

“I-“

Steve knocks again.

She whines. “What does Dustin need? Hold on, Dusty!”

Steve doesn’t bother yelling that it’s him, she’ll know when she opens the door.

There’s shuffling, a thump, a groan, and a giggle, then there’s the sound of the doorknob rattling. Was it locked? The door opens to a very shirtless, very mortified, Eddie Munson.

Immediately after Steve processes what he’s looking at, the door is abruptly slammed in his face. He stumbles backwards from the force and he can hear their hushed voices again.

“Why is Steve Harrington here?”

“What?”

“I know!”

“Where is my-“ the rest is muffled to Steve. Where’s her what? Oh my god. Where’s her what?

The door opens to her bright, out-of-breath, face. “Hey, Stevie.”

He looks behind her and sees Eddie awkwardly standing there, a lot less shirtless. He’s now wearing a bright green Camp Know Where shirt.

“Hey, I uh- I brought you something.” Jesus Christ.

She looks down at the bag in his hand, and tucks the hair that fell In front of her face behind her ear. She points to it, “That?”

He swallows and nods. This is so uncomfortable.

She tries to grab the bag from his hand, but he has to force himself to let it go, and she looks at him confused. When she walks into her room, to set the bag on her bed, he stays in the doorway. He doesn’t need to see more then he already has.

He’s making eye contact with anything besides Eddie, in the green shirt he could’ve sworn Dustin brought back from summer camp. However, his eyes snap to her when he hears a loud gasp.

“You got me a new Walkman?”

He nods, “Dustin told me yours broke.”

“And A Night at the Opera?”

“Dustin told me he saved Masters of.. he told me he saved it, but I figured a new cassette couldn’t hurt. Especially when I know how much you like Bohemian Rhapsody”

“I love it.” She smiles up at him, “I love it!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!” She bounces over to hug him.

He ruffles her hair on instinct and smiles when he hears her muffled voice say “Not the hair!”. She’s too much like him.

“You’re welcome, kid.”

She pulls back, “Don’t call me that. I’m only a year younger then you.”

“Yeah, ok.” Suddenly, Steve remembers what he came here for. “Can you go into Dustin’s room and grab me his pajamas? He’s spending the night but he refuses to leave the car.”

“Why won’t he come in?”

“Something about.. his innocent eyes?” He teases.

He sees the embarrassment wash over her face. “Yeah, I can do that.” She glances to Eddie before walking out of the room, “I’ll be right back, baby.”

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby. That’s all his mind can think. She just called me baby. His mind is running so fast, that he’s oblivious to Steve, in front of him, giving him what he could only describe as stern dad eyes.

In Dustin’s room, she is unaware of what she’s done to Eddie, rifling through Dustin’s drawers. There’s seriously nothing in here. All she’s come across is a stack of letters from Suzie, a couple of D&D figurines, and some socks thrown haphazardly in his drawers. Where does he keep is clothes? She looks down. Oh. That’s where.

She grabs a shirt and something that vaguely looks like pajama pants, shoving it into his backpack. It’s none of her business to see if they’re clean or not, and she doesn’t want to leave Eddie alone in a room with Steve for too long.

When she leaves his room she doesn’t see Steve in the doorway anymore. Oh no. She quickly opens the door. “What are you doing?”

They both look at her, “Nothing.” They say at the same time.

She holds a hand to Eddie, “No, what are you doing, Steve?”

“What are you blaming me for?”

“What did you say to him?” She turns towards Eddie, “What did he say to you?”

“Nothing! We were just talking.” Steve claps Eddie’s shoulder, “Right Eddie?”

He nods, “Right.”

“Oh no,” she shakes her head “you’re not about to big brother me out of a boyfriend. Out.”

“What? I have no clue what you are insinuating, but I am not impressed.”

She grabs his arm and starts to pull him out of her room. “Out, Stevie.”

He gives up with a big huff, letting her pull him through the hall and into the living room. “Isn’t the rule that the door needs to be open?”

She ignores him, shoving him out the front door and sticking Dustin’s backpack in his hands, “Don’t threaten my boyfriend.”

“I did nothing of the sort!”

“I know you.”

He’s halfway to his car now. “Not well enough, apparently.”

“Too well, actually.”

“Brat!” He shouts.

“Dolt!” She shouts back.

“I love you!”

“Thank you for the Walkman!”

He climbs in the car, drops Dustin’s backpack in his lap, and pulls off. “You can have the guest bedroom tonight.”

Dustin let’s out a silent cheer of “Yes!” and Steve shakes a smile off of his face.

She walks back into the house, locks the door, and moves towards her room again. When she gets back in there, he’s sitting on her bed, still looking a little dazed.

The laugh she lets out when she realizes he’s wearing her shirt gets him to smile too. “Oh, baby. You’re wearing my shirt.” She grabs his face and pushes his hair back, combing through it gently.

There it is again. And she still hasn’t noticed

She eyes him suspiciously. “What?”

“Hmm?”

“You look flustered.” Or maybe she has.

“S’nothing”

They lay down again. This time, she’s on her back and he’s got his head on her chest, arms circling her stomach.

“Are you sure, baby? You seem worked up. Do you have something you need to say, baby-?”

Shrieked giggles can be heard around the room as he sits up and starts to tickle her sides, “Is that funny?”

All she can do is shake her head no, the giggles bubbling past her lips makes it hard to speak. He smiles in satisfaction, and when he stops, she frowns up at him. He almost feels bad. Almost.

He leans down and kisses her slowly, to make up for it of course. He’s the one to pull back, smiling down at her, pushing some hair back, like she had done to him moments ago, and kissing her cheek and nose in adoration. He lays back down on her chest.

“M’sorry, I didn’t know you were so ticklish, baby.”

A sound of indignation leaves her lips at his teasing.

“I know!”

They lay in comfortable silence for a few moments, before she kisses the top of his head.

“He threatened you, didn’t he?”

“Yeah.”

“I knew it!”

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chaosheadspace · 3 months

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wip meme: Subvocals? subvocals sounds so interesting pls say more

Okay, subvocalisation is a term first coined by fanfic author Did (someone correct me if I'm wrong) for Omegaverse. It's involuntary / hard to repress sounds that express simple things like "back off / come here / I'm scared / I want you / where is my alpha / you're in serious danger of being bitten rn" stuff like that.

So this would be a Dreamling fic where everyone is part of the Omegaverse system, even the Endless. Due to his eldritch shenanigans, Dream's subvocals are in a pitch no living being can hear, so he just goes ham / he never learned how to maybe tone it down.

Cue Hob who's hearing is a little fucked. One day, while out with his friends, starts hearing those weird noises. You know where this is going, haha. Dream being called out on his bullshit by his own body, naturally.

Snippet under the cut, possibly OOC. (also, I'm not italicising all the *, I'm on mobile, I won't do that to myself)

Hob just smiles gently as his friends laugh about another story Alrin is telling, imitating the purrs and trills of his latest Omega conquest. Hob's had trouble hearing ever since he was kicked by a horse as a kid. He can't even hear his *own* subvocals, just feel the vibrations of them in his chest whenever they happen. Funnily enough, he's also grown up to really like horses. But his friends and their jokes are still a mystery to him.

So when he suddenly hears a small, discontent mewl through the din of the white horse tavern, so *clear* through all the ruckus, he doesn't even know what it is, at first. Just that it tugs at his heartstrings rather severely.

*Alone. Miserable. Hurt. Go away. Hello? No. Bad smell. Alone. Alone. Hurt. No. Don't touch. Go away.*

It's a string of sounds just a hair's breadth away from thoroughly distressed and Hob feels his chest rumble. *Hello. Hello? No threat. Here. Here. Come? I will protect. Hello?*

It's impossible to make out a specific smell here in the tavern, but Hob's eyes search frantically until they land on the most defiant man Hob has ever seen. His posture communicates that he clearly wants to be anywhere but here, his cheekbones say 'I will cut you', and his eyes say 'don't you dare'.

And the sweet, high notes coming from his throat sing *alone alone alone, please, no, help me*.

Sharp blue eyes find his and say 'do not dare. If you dare, I will kill you'. His song beckons Hob closer. Hob stands, barely registering the questioning looks from his friends, and goes to him as if drawn on a string. The high notes of the plea shift and lap over the purr in his own chest.

The stranger is silent. Hob takes a good look into his eyes, cutting himself up with masochistic joy, before saying, "I won't, you know. Die, that is. Unless you plan on killing me yourself."

The stranger tips his head, looks at Hob as if studying a mildly interesting bug and Hob knows, deep inside himself, that he could. He's fine as marble, possibly as strong, too. Hob takes a surprised breath and that's when he knows for sure that this man is not like any other he has met. He's got no smell, a weird absence of one, like fresh wind, like a torn-down forgotten memory.

And still, his body sings to Hob, sings *for* him, now a litany of *alone, alone, will you come, are you, do you, will you hold me, please, please, I'm so alone all the time*.

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ghouljams · 10 months

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Let’s meet Birdie!! The last Darling on our Cowboy!141 docket, our Gemini queen and Goose’s Best Friend.

Gaz looks over the post-it note list Goose handed him before he walked out the door this morning. Her chicken scratch is almost as bad as Soap's and the use of angry faces isn't helping. Is this supposed to say corn meal or worm meal? That is a very high stakes difference. He needs a second opinion.

You bounce a fussy baby on your hip, staring down the large bags if bird seed on the middle shelf. Your class feeder is out, and apparently nobody sells anything that isn’t in bulk. Which you already knew, so youre not sure why you're surprised. "What do you think, Bug?" You ask the kiddo, they very helpfully grab your necklace to chew on. You sigh, alright, fair enough. That's what it's for you suppose. Might as well find someone to help you grab a bag. "Unless you want to carry it," You wiggle kiddo's arm, as if those pudgy little sausages could lift anything.

"'Scuse me," Kiddo babbles excitedly, as you turn towards the voice. You are absolutely stopped by his eyes, deep and beautifully brown, and his smile. He could almost believe in love at first sight. "Could I ask you something?" You never considered yourself the sort of girl that's a sucker for accents but maybe you should rethink that.

"Shoot," you tell him, bouncing Bug higher on your hip with a smile. He holds up a hot pink post-it. Probably a honey-do list. Dammit.

"Can you read any of this?" He asks, letting you take the list from between his fingers. You study it, the handwriting isn't that bad. At least for you, but you read a lot of very messy handwriting in your daily life.

"Looks like alphalfa, seed meal, de-wormer," you squint at the numbers, "you're not going to get any of this at these prices." He takes the list back from you and squints at it, before sighing.

"Dammit Goose."

"Goose?" You nod, that makes sense. If it's who you think it is then he'll be in trouble if he goes too far over budget.

"Alright, well, thanks for the heads up," he shakes his head and turns away.

"I could help," You say quickly, just to see him look at you again, "get you closer to budget, if you want. Me and Bug are pretty persuasive." You wave kiddo's hand and he smiles for you.

"Yeah, you are," he says, a little too soft before he clears his throat, "I mean, yeah, sure, yeah I'd appreciate it. If it's not a bother."

"No bother at all, I gotta find Murphy to grab a bag for me anyway."

"What do you need? I'll get it." He says, looking around you at the bags of birdseed. You point at the one you want and step back to make room for him as he grabs it. His biceps flex as he hauls the bag off the shelf, you wouldn't think it was heavy the way he holds it with one hand. You wonder how those hands would feel on you. "Good?" He asks and you nod quickly. Very good, he looks very good. You try to keep your eyes on his face and not his fitted tee.

Gaz watches you lean over the counter to haggle price, you don't even need to bat those pretty lashes before the man behind the counter is folding. You only needed one thing but you'd derailed your whole trip to help him. You must be some sort of angel. He's sure you have someone waiting on you, pretty thing like you. Plus the baby? Gaz looks down at the chubby little bugger you'd handed him, yep just as cute as you are, you're definitely taken.

He bounces the kid in his arms, showing them how to make hand signs with their stubby baby fingers. Each one makes the kid shriek and giggle, grabbing at his hand with full excitement. While Gaz doesn’t think it’s good practice to leave your kid with a stranger, he’s gotta admit this isn’t even the first baby he’s been handed today. The people in this town are friendly as hell. You’re friendly as hell. Although he hopes that’s because you like him, and not the southern charm.

You pat the counter with a grin, satisfied with the good will you've cashed in. You turn back to Gaz and give him a thumbs up as you walk over. "All good to go," you chirp, poking Bug's stomach to make them giggle. You're feeling pretty good about you haggling, you've still got it! It helps being a town favorite, all you had to do was mention your abysmal teaching salary and deals fell at your feet.

The way you smile at the baby in his arms makes Gaz feel some type of way. Too domestic. It sticks in his ribs when you direct that smile at him. Is he supposed to feel this many butterflies over just a smile? What is it with the Mrs’ in this town, all absolute stunners. "You're a lifesaver," he grins, handing the kiddo back to you.

"Anything for Goose's guy," you tell him, bouncing Bug on your hip to keep them from reaching to be back in Gaz's arms. He snorts, his shock and appall at your statement makes you a little embarrassed to have said anything.

"Goose is dating my mate,” He explains and you feel something squirm in your chest, hope maybe, “I’m single- Kyle.” He corrects himself quickly, “Kyle Garrick, I’m helping the Price’s out for the summer.” Your hands are full, so he shakes one of Bug’s grabby hands. You bite down a laugh.

“My friends call me Birdie,” You tell him, “Also single, if you were wondering.” His smile lights up the whole store, and you hide your smile behind Bug so you don’t look too taken by him.

“Can I help you out to your car?” Kyle asks, you nod and turn toward the exit, enjoying the way he rushes to follow you and smiles like he can’t stop.

#Cowboy!Gaz #Is Bug her kid? Haven't decided yet #they might be her sister's kid #Anyway hello Birdie hello Bug hello end of Gaz's single life #Hey did y'all know Gaz is like barely 6ft? I didn't #Was doing my standard profile research and was like damn king!#you're the short friend huh #he's not even short but still #he's surrounded by monsters #namely Ghost #x reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #kyle garrick x reader

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selineram3421 · 11 months

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A little meow meow.

Temporary Control

Part 2

Part 1

Warning! ⚠

⚠ using she/they for reader, stalking, cussing, mentions of mind control, cannibalism mention(with small comic panel), blood, kiss on the palm of hand ⚠

Vox had a plan.

In order to make the pretty time doll run into his arms the Radio Demon had to make a really terrible mistake.

I'll be able to help with that.

He went to work, having his screens showing wherever the red dressed demon went to study his rival's habits and routes. Looking through spare parts for his little "bug" project.

While making the little bug device, Valentino had let himself in and got comfortable on a couch nearby the work bench.

"I was wondering what had you so cooped up~", the moth demon says before taking a drag from his cigarette and blowing some of the smoke out. "But I see its just him again."

"I'm busy.", he grumbles, flicking on the fan to ventilate the room and get rid of the smoke.

"Even for little 'ol me?", the pimp asks in a mock innocent tone.

"You're not little.", Vox huffs and solders some of the wires into place.

"That's what she said."

Putting down the soldering tools, the T.V. Demon turns around and finds Valentino laying down like the lady from the Titanic film.

"Draw me like one of your french girls~", the moth demon says with a wide grin.

Vox walks over and glares down at the demon. "Get the fuck out.", he says completely done.

"Hmm...", the pimp hums and takes a quick hit of the cigarette. "No.", he blows out the smoke at the blue demon's screen.

Swiping at the smoke, the T.V. demon scowls and grabs a cushion to toss at the moth's face, but he dodge it.

"I'm busy!", he shouts and goes back to the work bench.

Valentino rolls his eyes behind the heart shades and gets up from the couch, making his way over to stand behind him and look at the notes pinned up on the wall.

"What's got you all serious? Usually you'd fire another joke back.", the moth demon says.

Ignoring him, Vox continues to work and glances at his notes on the blueprints every so often.

After thoroughly reading through the notes, Valentino laughs.

"Making a mind control device? Your influence with the media and abilities should be enough for that."

"Its not just for any demon.", he pipes up, stopping his work to go over to the wall of screens that have been following the Radio Demon. "Its for that fucker right there."

The pimp goes and stands next to him, glancing over the screens.

Vox holds his arms behind his back. "With this little bug, it'll make it easier for me to take control of that guarded pretentious prick and make him do whatever I want.", he says turning to look at the taller demon.

"Oh~ And then you get his girl~", the moth demon chuckles.

The T.V. demon goes back to work and is finally able to kick the tall ass moth out of the room.

After finishing the "bug", Vox pinpoints where the Radio Demon is and mocks him through the screen, then he makes his way over to start the first part of his plan.

When arriving, he sees the cannibal walking away from the butchers with a bag and lifting up some sliver of bloody meat up to his lips.

Not waiting, he sends out some wires to attack.

The building nearby breaks apart, making some dust and debris fly off.

Alastor emerged from the dust clouds, flicking rubble off of his coat, past annoyed from earlier and now completely pissed off.

"You son of a bitch.", he growls out, eyes turning into radio dials.

"That's uncalled for!", Vox says in a fake offended tone. "But you're not wrong.", he grins and attacks again.

Its chaos as the two go at each other. Tossing vehicles, pieces of buildings, and even demons. And at some point they get close enough to ripping the other's head off.

The T.V. demon uses this opportunity to throw the bug onto his rival and watches as it crawls out of sight.

"€ŇØỮǤĦ Ø₣ ŦĦƗŞ ŇØŇŞ€ŇŞ€!", the deer demon shouts out with heavy static, using tentacles to try and pull him into one of the portals.

"As fun as this is, I'm going to have to leave.", Vox says, dodging the black tendrils. "Sorry to cut this short.", he says and manages to leave, dodging half a building his rival tries to crush him with. "Ta'ta Radio Shack!"

Alastor stared down at the remains of tomorrow's dinner, now a pile of dirty meat on the ground. The bag having ripped and contents spilled after Vox's attack.

"Damn that piece of-", he let out a sigh and collects himself before making his way back to the hotel.

She was waiting for him.

Their date was today and he didn't want to be late, that would be incredibly rude.

Deciding to speed things up, the Radio Demon teleported to his room and rushed to fix himself up. After being satisfied with his clothes, he walked over to their room and knocked on the door.

They open the door with a smile but then it disappeared, replaced with a frown instead.

Why the frown?

"Alastor, you're bleeding.", she steps closer and gently wipes the blood he didn't feel start to drip above his brow. "What happened?"

"Nothing too concerning darling.", he smiles and takes a hold of their wrist, placing a kiss on the palm of their hand. "Just had a run in with some vermin."

They tug on his sleeve and pull him into their room.

"Let's clean you up and get you rested. We can have date night another time.", they say and close the door behind him.

"But dearest-", he tries to change their mind.

"No. There's dark circles under your eyes, you need to rest.", they point out and usher him to sit on the bed.

He sits down without a fuss, knowing that they'd be upset if he didn't listen.

"Stay put while I get the first aid kit, ok?", his little hour glass says before pecking his forehead.

"Very well darling.", he mumbles.

They give him a wonderful smile before going into the bathroom to search for the box.

Feeling a bit tired, Alastor lies down and closes his eyes, not noticing the little bug bot attaching itself onto the back of his neck.

I'm half asleep. Wooo! *face plants onto bed*

~Seline, the person.

Part 3

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ozarkthedog · 1 year

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Helloo hii, here to submit a prompt for your 10k Birthday Celebration please:

📝 - 10. "I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice."

with Dilf!Joel Miller, preferably pre-outbreak!Joel, where reader is a friend of Sarah (of age), perhaps college friends, work colleagues etc... Artistic liberties of course welcome. ^^

🩷🩷

gif by the fabulous @nicolethered

Thank you for celebrating! I hope you enjoy this! 💙

warnings: DILF!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader. age gap. reader is Sarah's College friend. dirty talk. sexual tension. cliff hanger cause i'm evil.

word count: 655

✨10K Birthday Celebration✨

“Ugh, I’ll be right back. I forgot a book in my car.” Sarah says, standing from her seat at the kitchen table.

You’d been studying with Sarah for an upcoming final all week long. It helped that her Dad, Joel, allowed you to stay the entire week and not have to drive back and forth to your dorm every day.

“Where’s Sarah at?” Joel questions as he saunters down the stairs. You sneak a peek at his soft yet strong belly as he fixes his shirt. You narrowly miss his curious gaze when you flit your eyes back to your text book.

“Uh, she went out to her car.” You answer as you highlight a paragraph. Joel turns on the radio and busies himself around the kitchen.

You sneak another look at the handsome man as he opens the fridge door and searches for something to eat. You knew it was wrong to lust after him. He was so much older and not to mention your friend’s dad but you couldn’t keep your eyes off him.

He sits down next to you with a plate full of eggs and a smirk. You give him a soft smile in return before returning to your studies. You try to focus on the words but every move the older man makes distracts you.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” Joel says, nonchalantly before taking a sip of his coffee.

Your eyes bug and your head whips in his direction. “What?”

“Come on. Don’t play shy.” He muses and scoots his chair closer to you. He leans his elbows on the table, nudging your books, invading your space. “I can feel you undressing me with those pretty eyes.”

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You reply shakily.

Joel quirks a brow. “Oh no? Then how come you get all quiet when I come around? S’all most like that smart brain of yours goes all dumb whenever I’m in the room.”

He lays a hand on your knee and you jolt under his touch. The highlighter you’re holding falls from your grasp and rolls off the table onto the floor.

Joel can’t help but smirk. “See? I ain’t doin’ nothin’ and you can’t even hold onto a pen.” He tips your chin up to meet his somber gaze. “What do you need pretty girl?”

Your lips part in a gasp as you drown in his primal energy. You’re caught like prey under the strong paws of a beast.

He looks at you under his lashes and licks his lips. “You want my cock? Is that it?”

You outright whimper. Heat swirls and ignites in your belly as he dips his head to your neck.

“You’re a big girl,” Joel whispers into the crook of your neck. You shiver in response as he drags his lips along the shell of your ear. “You know what’s right and wrong.”

It was wrong that you wanted him but it also felt so fucking right.

Joel wraps a large hand around the back of your next keeping you complaint. “I’d love to know how tight you feel wrapped around my cock.”

The front door whips open and disrupts the suffocating moment as Sarah makes her way into the house.

“Hey, Babygirl. What took you so long?” Joel asks while shoveling eggs into his mouth.

“Ugh, sorry. I got caught talking to the neighbors.” She huffs as she sinks into her seat. “Sorry you had to keep the old man company.” She quips, nodding to the man next to you.

“Oh, that’s ok.” You send her a frazzled smile as your heart thumps steadily against your ribs. You sneak a look to your left, the reason you were in this predicament to begin with, and you’re met with playful, fiery eyes.

Joel claps your shoulder with a chuckle. “Yeah, we’re gettin’ to know each other quite well.”

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #10k birthday celebration #joel miller

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farity · 7 months

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Obsession, part 14

"What is happening?"

Helaena watched Aemond grab his guns with one hand while texting with the other.

"Bolton went to her office. She was picking up her stuff."

Aegon walked behind his brother, a sniper rifle strapped to his back. "Looks like I might get to use this baby today."

"I'm getting mom," Helaena said, putting down her yogurt and racing up the stairs.

* * * * *

"I fucking knew it. I knew I should have gone with her. I should have fucking-"

"Stop it!" Aegon snapped. "You can't be with her 24/7, plus she wouldn't put up with it."

Aemond turned to his brother, eye sharp with fury. "You're an expert on my wife now?"

"Fuck off, twat."

"Tell me, what's she doing right now, is she terrified for her life and wondering if she can trust me when I say I can keep her safe?"

Aegon groaned. "You're insufferable. You can't control the world, Aemond!"

Aemond muttered something under his breath that sounded to Aegon like I fucking should, but stayed silent as he drove to his wife's former place of work.

Beside him, Aegon tried his best to appear confident, but he knew that if anything happened to his sister-in-law, Aemond might not recover. He might not survive it with his sanity intact.

Whatever's left of his fucking sanity, fucking control freak.

And Helaena. She would go back to being a timid little shit who spent hours on her spreadsheets and lists and drawing bugs or whatever shit she did instead of starting to blossom as she had lately.

He stopped himself from thinking about how he would react if anything happened to Aemond's wife. As much as he loved Helaena, he didn't understand half the shit that came out of her mouth, but his sister-in-law, he'd had a couple of good conversations with her. She saw through his bullshit and was still nice to him. Probably how Aemond had fallen for her. Because fallen for her, he had. Fucking moron probably didn't even realize it.

It is I who studies history and philosophy, he mimicked Aemond in his mind. Yeah yeah so fucking smart, can't even tell when he's in love. Fucking twat.

If he got his hands on that fucking Bolton bastard, he'd gladly hold him down while Aemond flayed him alive.

* * * * *

"Aemond Targaryen. It's been a while. I'm here with your charming wife."

"I want to speak with her," Aemond said, parked outside the office building.

Ramsay laughed. "Oh no, you don't get to call the shots, boy-o, let me tell you what's going to happen."

"Don't do it, Aemond!"

Aemond's heart nearly stopped when he heard a gun go off after his wife's scream, but then he heard her cry out, "stop shooting her, she's already dead!"

"Next one goes in your gut, pretty girl," Ramsay said. "You are very pretty," he said.

When there was a sound of disgust from his wife, Aemond had to smile. She wasn't cowering. She wasn't pleading for her life. She might be terrified, he admitted, but she hadn't frozen in fear.

"You're going to annul this marriage and marry one of the Baratheon girls."

Aemond laughed out loud, rage going all the way to his fingertips.

"And I'm going to take your wife with me to make sure you do what I say. Because if you don't, she and I are going to have some fun."

He listened helplessly as there was a small struggle, then he heard her screaming again. "Don't you fucking agree, Aemond!"

"I'm coming out with her now. We're going to get in my car and you're not going to try anything or she gets a new hole in her head."

Aemond had parked in direct view of the main doors, but a couple of rows away, by one of the many trees in the parking lot. He had enough cover and the perfect angle, but when he saw the door open he still felt his heart sink.

Bolton had one arm wrapped around her, crouching a little so his head was next to hers, and as Aemond checked his watch, he saw the numbers slowly crawling up.

Good.

He was using her as a human shield, hiding himself against her as much as possible, and he heard Aegon's softly whispered, "fuck".

He crouched down, taking in as many details as he could. Bolton had his gun against her temple. She had a red mark on her cheek, but otherwise seemed unharmed. She wasn't making it easy, dragging her bare feet and throwing her weight around.

That's my girl, he thought to himself. She had to know that Bolton wanted her alive and healthy if he was going to use her as a bargaining chip.

But then Bolton slapped her, and Aemond felt his vision go red with rage.

"Steady," Aegon whispered in his ear.

Fuck steady, Aemond thought, and ran towards his wife.

* * * * *

You saw him then, coming out from behind a tree, and your heart sank. Ramsay Bolton straightened up and began to turn, to aim his gun at Aemond, and you shoved against him with all your might, your feet stinging from the gravel as you pushed. The bullet went high and then you were falling, Bolton's weight bringing you down, your sight blurry as you hit the ground.

There were two more shots, Bolton twitching with each one as you began to crawl away. There was something on your face and when you wiped a hand across your eyes, it came out covered in red.

You felt strong hands lift you off the ground and turn you around, and then you were staring at Aemond, who was turning your head this and that way, squeezing gently down your arms, then sides and hips to ascertain that you were okay.

A car pulled up and you tensed, your fingers digging into Aemond's sweater.

"It's Helaena," he sighed. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you? I know he hit you."

"I'm fine," you managed, before Helaena crashed into you and wrapped you up in a massive hug.

"Hel, what have I said about following me?"

Helaena didn't respond, simply kept her arms around you and you felt tears begin to gather in your eyes.

"You're going to step on him," Aemond warned, and Helaena turned around, looked down at Ramsay Bolton, and kicked him twice. "Clean up," he said, tapping his earpiece. "Let's go home. Where's Aegon?"

"I got the kill shot, baby!"

You turned to see Aegon strutting over, silver hair sparkling in the sunlight.

"I got the kill shot," Aemond corrected.

Three men, including the two that Aemond had sent with you, came around. "We got all of his men, boss," one of them said before Aemond nodded and placed an arm around you to guide you to his car. "We'll clean up. Cops won't be here for another ten."

You stumbled, the pain in your feet sharper now that the danger was over, and when you turned one over to look, there were little cuts and scrapes all over the sole.

"Come on," Aemond said, lifting you in his arms.

"I can walk, Aemond!" you protested.

He ignored you and kept walking to his car. "I know, I've seen you do it."

* * * * *

He'd called ahead to the housekeeper to have the fireplace on and some hot tea. She'd started to shiver on the drive home and gone very silent, and when he tried to remember back to a time when violence and guns had frightened him, he realized he couldn't.

Carrying her into their home, he noticed her hands and feet felt like ice, and took her all the way to their bathroom, took her into the shower himself, let the hot water warm her.

If anything, she started shaking harder, and he ended up sitting on the shower floor with her, letting the heat of the water slowly seep in. He began taking off her clothes and she let him, raising her arms when he took off her sweater. There was blood on most of her clothes, on her skin, and he held her close while he soaped up the washcloth and scrubbed the red spots on her hands and face. He was careful when he went over the two marks Ramsay Bolton had left on her cheeks, felt his face alight with anger when he saw the scratch near her eye, probably from the ring Bolton liked to wear. The ring he had reportedly taken from his father after murdering him.

He slipped off the leggings and underwear, slowly took off her bra, and held her with the water beating down on the back of her neck. She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face into his skin.

"I'm sorry," he said, over and over. How many times had he said it. How many more times would he have to say it.

"I was so scared," she finally said.

He brushed her hair off her face, "I know, I'm-"

"When I saw you burst out from behind that tree I thought he was going to shoot you."

He blinked. "You were scared for me?"

She nodded. "Yeah, and then he started to aim and I had to stop him bec-"

He pulled her against him, his mouth crushing hers, the thought that she could have possibly been frightened on his behalf one he had never considered.

There was a gentle cough at the door frame. "The tea is ready, sir."

* * * * *

"Thank you for everything," Aemond said, his gaze still on his wife.

"Is there anything else I can do?"

He looked up at the older lady and shook his head. "No, thank you, we've got it."

"We are all very glad you are safe, ma'am," she added before leaving.

"Thank you," his wife called out. "Aemond, I can barely move."

He brought the cup to her lips. "You don't need to move, you just need to let me take care of you." She sipped at the sweet, floral scented tea, closing her eyes at the delicate taste.

He'd wrapped her up in a fluffy towel, then in his own heavy robe, since hers was lighter and shorter. While she sipped at her tea and protested that she could do things by herself, he tended to her feet. There were a few scratches and a couple of cuts, but nothing worse, and he thanked every single of the Seven for the fact that she was almost unscathed.

"Do you want to go to the main house for dinner? I know everyone wants to see that you're ok, but if you would rather stay here, I will let them know." The fireplace had warmed her up, the bloom coming back to her cheeks.

She held the tea cup in her hands for a moment. "I think I'd rather go see everyone, if that's okay." When he nodded, she pulled him down to her and placed the cup aside. "Thank you for taking care of me."

He couldn't look at her just then, knowing that he was taking care of her only because she'd been in danger because of him, because of House and family bullshit. He nodded again and made to pull away but she held on.

"Aemond."

"Hmm."

She shrugged off the robe and he couldn't help but look. The towel had become loose around her and as she moved, it fell to her waist. "I want you to make me forget."

He didn't move, eye on her breasts.

"Please."

He looked up then, reached up to cup her face, tamping down on the anger that resurfaced when he saw the marks Bolton had left on her. She didn't need his anger right now. He kissed her jaw, her cheek, brushed his lips gently over the bruises and drew her down to the nest of blankets he'd placed her on.

When she sighed, he kissed her neck, the hollow beneath her throat, back up to her shoulder. "You're so beautiful," he whispered against her skin. "So precious to me."

When he closed his lips around one nipple she arched against him, her fingertips going up and down his arms as he settled his weight between her thighs. He let go of her breast, going back up to kiss her lips. "So brave. So very, very brave."

He shoved down the sweatpants he'd put on after their shower, kicked them off and reached down to guide himself. When he started entering her, she sighed, and he kissed her again. "I would burn down the world for you," he murmured, and filled her completely.

He pulled back slowly, drawing a soft moan from her, and pushed back, feeling the feather light fluttering of her around him. She wrapped her legs around him, her mouth reaching up to his, and he let her take him, let her tongue push in and explore, let her hands tighten on his hair as her hips rocked.

She let her head fall back when she came, the heat of her pulling him along as he let her take him into the darkness.

* * * * *

"He killed her so easily," you said, "she was nothing, just something he used to get to me."

"Did she have family?" Aemond asked.

"An ex-husband she was still in love with. We should let him know."

He nodded, holding you closer. "We will let him know." He kissed your temple, nuzzled your cheek. "How are you, really?" he finally asked.

"How did the guard know the cops were still minutes away?"

Aemond took a deep breath, and looked at you.

"Do you own the local police?"

He smirked. "I wouldn't say we own it."

"Aemond."

"We have a lot of influence over major institutions throughout Westeros."

You rolled your eyes at him. "You own the local police."

"I didn't say that."

"Look, I just need to know. If I'd met Ramsay Bolton out and about somewhere I would have had no idea who he was. I can't live like that, not knowing who is after us."

Aemond nodded. "Fine. We should all talk about what's going on, anyway. I'm sure Helaena has made a spreadsheet about it."

"Come on," you said, standing up from the sofa. "Let's go to dinner."

* * * * *

He watched her while she slept. She was curled up on her side, facing him, her breathing steady.

She was alive, and she was whole and healthy.

He kept reminding himself of that, while the guilt of being the source of the danger she'd been in to begin with wouldn't let him sleep. The knowledge that she'd chosen him, again and again, despite knowing what he was, what his family was, overwhelmed him.

When she'd mentioned having self-defense classes he'd instinctively balked at the idea, but she hadn't backed down and he figured he could get her the best instructors, instead of having her go to some random idiot who could get her injured.

She sighed in her sleep and reached out for him. He felt her small hand on his arm, placed his hand on top of hers. He wasn't worthy of her. Wasn't worthy of her love, that was certain. He didn't know why she wanted him, why she loved him, but it sure as hell wasn't working out in her favor. She'd lost everything she owned, she'd been attacked by a psychopath, she'd become a public figure, which she'd never sought before.

When he looked back at her, he realized she was looking at him. "I can hear the self-hatred from here," she said, and then rose on her elbow. "Come here."

He laid down next to her, and she pulled him over so that his head rested on her shoulder.

I should be comforting her, he thought, but as she stroked his hair, he closed his eye and let her soothe him. He felt the first tendrils of sleep drift over him and for once, didn't fight against it.

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this is dedicated to my bff Sam who has never seen the punisher and does not have a tumblr, he had a very silly idea and I made it happen

summary: He’s a single dad and you’re a retail worker, need i say more?

cw: none

As Better off Dead blares from the janky store speakers, you stand behind the counter, folding shirts and tagging merchandise. It’s a busy day today, the stream of teens never ending as you stare at the entrance of your store. You watch the people that walk into your Hot Topic, trying not to lose your mind. Twenty minutes left. That’s all you have to work. Kellin still sings and you swear the song is ten times slower than before.

As you ring out a group of kids a man walks in. He’s tall and muscular, completely out of place with all the emo kids running around. He’s almost scary, the look on his face unreadable. He stands at a display picking up some items and looking at them. Once you’re done with the group of kids you move to greet him, trying to figure out what he’s here for.

You make your way to him, some shirts in hand so it seems like you aren’t just there to bug him. A prayer goes through your head as you wish he isn’t as scary as he seems. You press on, making your way into his line of sight.

“Welcome! Is there anything in particular you’re searching for? Feel free to ask for help.”

He turns to look at you, taking in your outfit and studying your face. His eyes roam over the dozens of pins on your lanyard, reading each and every one. A beat passes as he seems to think for a moment.

“Actually,” he starts, his voice low and gruff. “I was uh… wonderin’ if you guys had any of those… Invader Zim things. My kid loves ‘em.”

His eyes meet yours, he seems to be a little embarrassed. You give him a smile and nod.

Oh! He’s a father! Cute!

“Yeah for sure! We have a wide variety of merchandise, I’ll be happy to show you the section.” You motion for him to follow and stop a few feet away showing him what the store has. His eyes roam over the rack then he turns to you again.

“You think she’d like one of these bracelets?” He asks, picking up one and turning it over in his hand. It’s a cute kandi one, a Gir charm slapped right in the middle.

“Kids love that one,” you reply, trying to focus on the bracelet and not the way he towers over you. He’s close, but you can’t seem to avoid that, it’s Hot Topic after all, there’s like no space anywhere. You clear your throat and nod. “Yeah she’s gonna love it. Besides I think as long as it’s from her dad she’ll love anything you get her.”

That earns you a small chuckle from him as he closes his hand around the bracelet.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Thanks.”

“Want me to ring you up?”

“Nah. I wanna keep lookin’ for a bit. See if there’s something for my boy.”

This time you chuckle. “Ah right. Can’t get one kid a gift without getting the other something.”

“Yeah.” He looks at you for a moment. “You got kids?”

“Nah. Just siblings. Two younger ones. They would fight all the time if one of them got something and the other didn’t. I just started bringing the same thing home for both of them. Less arguing, you know?”

The man smiles, nodding his head. “What can you do, huh?”

He then thanks you for your help and moves deeper into the store, towards the band section. You watch as he goes, feeling a faint blush make its way onto your face. You quickly shake your head, trying to focus back on the shirts in your arms. You turn to restock the section you’re in, folding them neatly and tucking them away.

Five minutes left. Now Dance, Dance blares through the speakers, and you’re behind the register again. As the line starts to clear up, you see the man you helped waiting, glancing at the impulse section.

He picks up a few stickers and you can’t help but smile as he studies them, clearly not getting some of the jokes that were written. His brows are furrowed and he turns it over as if that would help. He puts it back as you finish ringing out a mother and her kids, stuffing their plushies into a black bag.

As she walks away, he steps up and sets the bracelet down on the counter, along with a t-shirt he seemed to find. Before you can say anything, he speaks first, meeting your eyes as he does.

“You were very helpful today. Felt like an idiot when I walked in, y’know? My kids usually come in here and I let ‘em drag me around,” he says with a low laugh.

You smile as you scan his items, making sure everything goes through. “You did great. I’m sure your kids are gonna love this.”

“Thanks…”

“You got a number with us? It gets you some points.” You don’t bother doing the whole spiel, focused on the way he seems to shift his weight as he pulls out his wallet. His hands are nice, you think to yourself as he opens it up.

“Yeah probably. I think Lisa signed me up when she had me buy her that Hello Kitty crap. Uhhh…”

He lists off his number and you type it in.

“Frank Castle?”

“Yeah. Yeah that’s me.”

Frank looks at you and you motion to the card reader. As you finish the transaction, you bag his things, handing it to him. Your fingers brush his and you can feel the heat returning to your face. It’s not noticeable thank god, since the light is a little dim. You don’t know how embarrassing it would be if he noticed.

Frank takes the bag and you hand him his receipt with a smile.

“It was nice meeting you,” Frank says, “You were a great help.”

“It’s my job! Happy to help,” you reply, your voice coming out a little softer than usual.

Just like that he’s gone, a total stranger once more as he leaves. The clock hits 2:00pm. Your shift is over and it’s time to clock out.

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