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jjsmaybank20 · 7 months

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hiii 😊 i have a request!

celeb!reader x jenna pretty please

reader and jenna unfollow each other on socials and everyone’s confused because they think they broke up, but in reality jenna beat them at uno or wtv (something simple)

& reader goes live and everyone’s like “oh em gee did u and jenna break up” blah blah blah

that’s all i got my brain can’t think of anything else

thank u! and i luv u! 🤭

Celebrity News

Jenna Ortega x GN!Reader

Summary: Everyone thinks that you and Jenna broke up, but in reality, she's just a sore loser.

Warnings: literally all fluff, and my shitty writing

Word Count: 757

A/N: This is for u, bby! Pardon my shitty pic editing, ur much better at it than I am.

Swear to god I thought I posted this yesterday, but I guess not. Enjoy!

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BREAKING CELEBRITY NEWS: DID ACTORS Y/N Y/L/N AND JENNA ORTEGA BREAK UP?

This past weekend, fans of Jenna Ortega and Y/N Y/L/N were shocked when the couple unfollowed each other on social media. The couple (who had been going strong for almost a year) have earned a special place in fans hearts, making this news even more heartbreaking. We still don’t know why they have unfollowed each other, but it can’t be good.

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JennaOrtegaNews: I can’t believe they broke up! They seemed so in love. My heart is broken right now.

y/ns_lover: Noooo! They were my OTP!!!

Scream47: Maybe Jenna will date me now

Bebop218: You’re funny Scream47

ChristianMom: Good riddance. Those two were actively against God. Finally some balance has been restored.

y/n&jenna4life: Get ur homophobic ass outta here

JennaOrtegaWifey: Gonna miss them so much. Hope they’re doing okay.

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You sit on your bed, bored out of your mind. Jenna was in the kitchen making some food for the two of you. You think about doing a livestream, and you walk towards your girlfriend to run the idea by her. When you enter the kitchen, you see her dancing around, making you smile softly to yourself.

You wrap your arms around from behind, making Jenna jump slightly before melting into your arms. You sway with her for a second before pressing a kiss to her temple, which makes her turn around so that she can press a soft kiss to your lips.

When you break apart, you finally remember why you came into the kitchen in the first place. “Baby, do you want to do an Instagram live with me?” She nods her head and says, “As long as I can keep cooking.” You grin at her before setting up your phone.

Jenna is out of the frame when you begin the livestream, making you realize that you want to surprise the fans. You signal for her to stay as quiet as possible and stay out of frame, and she nods in understanding. You watch the number of people watching shoot up faster than it ever has, catching you slightly off guard.

“Did something happen?” You mutter to yourself, trying to catch some information from the comments speeding past. Finally, a couple of them slow down. I can’t believe you and Jenna broke up! You choke on your spit when you read that, now really confused.

“Who said we broke up? Where’d you hear that?” The comments continue to stream past, most of them interpreting your reaction as not knowing that the news of the break up had gotten out. Really though, you were just lost.

Finally a comment stops on your screen that explains everything to you. You two unfollowed each other on Instagram. Didn’t you break up? You let out an exasperated sigh, realizing what had happened. You glance over at Jenna, who is still occupied with her baking, none the wiser as to what is going on in the livestream.

You pick your phone up and point it at her, making the viewers become extremely confused in the comments. “This little shit was mad that she lost at Monopoly, so she unfollowed me on Insta. I unfollowed her in revenge.” Finally Jenna realizes you’re talking about her, and when you say this, she turns around with an offended look on her face.

“You liar!” She then snatches the phone from you and shoves her face right up in the camera. “This liar actually cheated at Monopoly, and that’s a fact. It’s the only way she could have beaten me.” You roll your eyes, easily taking your phone back. “Or maybe you’re just really bad at Monopoly.”

Jenna thinks about it for a moment before shaking her head and turning back to the oven. “Not possible.” You laugh before finally turning back to the livestream. Messages of relief and amusement are flooding the screen, and you have to giggle at some of them.

It’s okay y’all! Mom and Dad are fine.

That was a close one! false alarm.

Yeah, they’re okay. Fighting like 8-year-olds again.

Finally, you decide to sign off of the livestream. “Thanks for checking in, you guys! Jenna and I are fine, no worries. Hope you guys are doing great and have a wonderful day!” When you shut it off, you turn to Jenna and wrap your arms around her.

“We almost started some massive celebrity news by accident, babe.” Jenna giggles to herself, making you smile. Yeah, you would have to be an idiot to let her go.

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burstinn · 4 months

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Hello 👋, could I request some cod characters (perhaps Ghost, Price or Krüeger) defending a male military reader from a bunch of guys that are being homophobic to him?

Homophobes die

Warnings and Notes:

All relationships here is platonic or could potentially be seen as romantic

Krueger is somehow in the 141, just pretend he is.. Yknow.. Just pretend..

You get beaten the fuck up, your face is literally fucked up

Blatant homophobia

The only people shown is Ghost, Price, and Krueger

Being openly gay in the military is hard.

Not everyone has the same belief, but by God do they need to atleast be a little respectful.

Well, aside from some "out there" remarks about you or some men coming up to you just to ask to help them yknow take some stress off. They're not gay they swear they just needed to take it off without just jerking themselves off.

All that fun shebang, but then there's the 3rd. The people who go out of their way to just fuck with you.

They are literally the mix of the 1st and 2nd group. But make it 100 times worse, but they're favorite thing to do is more physical things.

Beating the shit out of you the chance they get. You're almost used to it now. Can't even snitch about it, they'll catch you before you do. Hell, they'll manage to spin some bullshit to make it your fault.

Which brings you toooo.. Today! The peak of Pride Month! Which you were reminded of by your good pals!

Being dragged off to a corner and beating the fucking shit out of you while congratulating you about pride month.

"It's gay month, hope your f---got ass is happy about that. This is your prize for it!"

"Maybe you were hoping to suck some dick today? No?"

Such great words really wow.

You couldn't really answer much.. Blood dripping out of your nose and pooling down to your mouth, pretty sure you lost some teeth.

Not like you can see either, brutal punches hit really hard. A black eye, a few broken bones.. Maybe your rib.

A few good kicks to the stomach. On your cock as well.

GHOST

- he heard it.

- He was looking for you and 'your pals' since you and them missed training and punishment is needed for that.

- Then he heard it

- stopping in his tracks and peering off in the corner seeing you getting beaten bloodied, black and blue.

- He needed to intervene shit look at you.

- He stepped out of the corner, grabbing the shoulder of one of the guys that was about to connect his hand to your face

- Anger courses through the guy who was about to punch turning around to see who dares grab him. Before his confidence falters seeing.. Lieutenant Ghost towering over them a fixed angered glare on them.

- "Prices office Now"

- There was no argument.. They immediately scurry off. Leaving you slumped over. Bloody, swollen.

- He turned his attention to you, carrying you in his arms.. Cradling you.

- "fuck, are you alright?" " hey! Stay awake soldier!"

- He pulls you close, running off with you in his arms. Demanding a medic.Immediately

- He leaves you to be patched up by the medics. Anger written in his face as he makes his way to Prices office.

- Price waiting on Ghost to explain what happened

- He looked like he wanted to kill them, he could've but he might get kicked out of military or arrested idk

PRICE

- He got a heads up a few minutes ago from Ghost that he was looking for you and these guy that were now in front of him.

- He did remember Ghost stalking off somewhere to find you and the dudes that were right in front of him

- He decides to not ask them and wait for Ghost instead.

- Once Ghost arrived, hearing the explanation made him seethe with frustration and disgust.. He knew you were gay but he didn't think people his soldiers no less would treat you like that

- He doesn't need to hear any more

- He discharged them immediately. Walking off with Simon to see you in medbay

- He had to make sure all his soldiers are safe

KRÜEGER

- He was walking by Price's office, He's heard a figh broke out and the person who was beat up was in the medics

- He might as well see who it was

- Just as he was about to fully pass by Price's office. He heard something..

- He stops in his tracks, leaning now against the door to listen.. And he heard everything

- His expression slowly growing darker and darker as he continues listening

- He's heard just about enough, He decides to skip seeing you.. He could comfort you later..

- I mean, You both were close but not that close. But still it's not like he can't not care about you.

- He has planned.. Something else for those men

- They went M. I. A after that, No one bothers to look. It's not the militarys problem any more..

°°°

| A Week Later|

"Hey.. Guten Tag, hey! Wake up"

.. Krueger.. He's waking you up

Furrowing your brow in annoyance before you force yourself to open your eyes..

You sit up tilting your head to look at Krüeger.

"Wie geht's?"

"OK, Mir ghet es Gut.. Danke, Krueger"

He nods, looking at your bandaged face.

"You should let 'im rest Krueger"

A deeper, more British voice comes from behind Krueger

"I'm just checking up on him"

Ghost is here too.. How nice, they took their time to see you

"Botha' you, Get back to work. Leave him alone"

And.. Price

" It's fine cap, I'm good"

"You sure? You still look messed up Don't worry we took care of them bastards, we discharged them"

Silence from Krueger.. Looking at the ground for a moment

"Ja... Yeah mmhm"

Weird.. But it's nice that these people care for you.

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strawberrysodaslut · 2 years

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STEVE GETTING JEALOUS BECAUSE EDDIE IS GETTING CLOSE TO YOU SO HE FUCKS YOU AND OVERSTIMULATES YOU AND AFTER YOURE LIKE “what was that for” AND HE TELLS YOU WND YOURE LIKE “you know eddie’s gay right?”

(just an fyi, in this eddie would be okay with you telling ppl obvi)

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summary: Steve has always been jealous of your relationship with Eddie, convinced he was in love with you. When you take Eddie to a party, his jealously goes wild, making sure Eddie knows exactly who is your boyfriend.

warnings: steve harington x fem!reader, gay!eddie munson x fem!reader (platonic), SMUTT, unprotected sex, fingering, choking, squirting, overstim, multiple orgasms, semi-public sex, car sex

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You and Eddie were good friends- you’d go as far as to call him your best friend. Regardless of what people said about him, you knew how sweet he was, how kind, how goddamn funny he was. It wasn’t exactly a new thing for people to think you two were dating- many people asked you if you were. But you always shut them down, telling them the two of you were, and will only be, friends.

One thing that made you certain that Eddie didn’t have feelings for you, was him coming out to you. It was very late at night, the two of you higher than the goddamn Sun when he admitted it to you. Obviously, you understood why he was so apprehensive about telling you, in a town like this- anyone gay would HAVE to assume everyone was homophobic to survive.

But you never really got the anger surrounding gay people, they’re just trying to love who they love. How would that be different from a man and a woman? You’d learnt early in life not to ask questions like that, but it was always in the back of your mind.

You could feel the tension in Eddie’s shoulders disappear when you pulled him into a hug, promising him that nothing had changed between the two of you, and swearing that you wouldn’t tell anyone.

To be honest, knowing the truth made the dating rumours all the more hilarious, you and Eddie in fits of laughter whenever someone asked.

The rumours quickly died down when you started dating Steve, you weren’t sure if he had ever heard the rumours, but if he had, he knew they weren’t true. You were his, not anyone else’s, certainly not Eddie’s.

But no matter how much it bothered Steve, he would rather die than say anything about being jealous of Eddie Munson.

Eddie on the other hand didn’t have that quality.

You swear to god, if you had a dollar for every time he said, “I know he’s your boyfriend and all, but he pisses me off.”, you’d be a damn millionaire.

Once again, the source of the jealousy wasn’t about you- it was about Dustin. Because for every word Dustin spoke about Eddie, he spoke ten about Steve. The kid looked up to Eddie, but Steve was his goddamn idol.

Because of this, Eddie and Steve never really spoke to each other- let alone hung out. But all that changed at Chrissy’s birthday party.

You had known Chrissy since you were a toddler, spending a lot of your time doing ‘gymnastics tricks’ on the playground, your parents screaming at you to be careful as your head had near-misses with the asphalt.

But as close as you and Chrissy were, you hated her friends. The girls on the cheer team were nice- to you at least. But some of the boy's basketball team were just… evil, they would spend all day bullying anyone who was even the slightest bit different, and then spends their weekends preaching about ‘loving thy neighbour’. You didn’t fit in with them at all.

So when you got the invite, you knew you needed backup. Steve was pretty easy to convince, being friends with a lot of the attendees, but Eddie, he was a tough one to crack.

“Why? Why in God’s name would I go to Chrissy’s party?” He said, crossing his arms over his chest in annoyance.

“Because…” You knew this was gonna be work, so you put on your award-winning doe eyes and started the guilt trip. “If you’re not there, you’ll be leaving me with jerks like Jason, and we swore not to do that to each other.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, knowing what you were doing, “You don’t have to go you know?” He says.

You shook your head at him, “Eds, I’ve been friends with her since we could walk, I have to go to her birthday party. Come on, it’ll be fun! You even said it yourself Chrissy was a nice girl, don’t you want to commemorate her birthday with your best friend?”

He pauses, knowing you’re right. “Fine.” He says, dragging out the ‘e’, “But you’re driving me, I don’t want those laundry basket freaks keying my van.”

You laugh, accepting his terms, intentionally leaving out the fact that you were also driving Steve.

After careful consideration, you decided to pick up Steve first, you told him you were also driving another person to the party, but you left out who. So when you turned into the trailer park, his eyebrows furrowed. “Why are you taking Max to the- oh you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” He says as Eddie walks out of his trailer, recognising your car and walking towards it.

You thank every god there could be that you had tinted windows, ensuring Eddie didn’t see Steve until he was already in the car. Starting the car as soon as he gets in.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” Eddie complains, slumping in his seat.

Steve shrugs, “Could say the same thing about you, Munson.”

Of course, this is the one thing they agreed on.

The rest of the car ride was torture, no one said a single word the entire time. You quickly regretted your entire decision, all hope of tonight being the night where Eddie and Steve finally got along disappearing the closer you got to the party.

When you finally get to the party, Eddie honestly looks excited to get out of the car, immediately walking into the house with his little lunchbox in hand. You couldn’t blame him for bringing it, if he isn’t gonna enjoy the party he may as well make some money from it right?

You and Steve were quick to follow, Steve almost immediately ditching you for his old jock friends. Leaving you and Eddie to fend for yourselves.

Despite the… awkward energy in the air, you and Eddie managed to have a pretty fun time, even convincing him to dance to some Madonna with you- in exchange for permission to rant about how pop music is the bane of our existence. But he couldn’t hide the smile on his face as you twirled him.

What you didn’t see was Steve’s glare from across the room. He wasn’t an idiot- of course, he heard the rumours about you and Eddie, and he trusted you, he really did. He just didn’t trust Eddie.

Nothing could convince him Eddie wasn’t in love with you, the way he looked at you would’ve been enough, but it's also the fact he’s known you for YEARS. Anyone who knew you for that long had to be in love with you, Steve was within a few months. He couldn’t keep watching this, you were so oblivious. How could you not tell?

Steve didn’t know Eddie well, but he knew one thing for sure.

Eddie needs to learn his fucking place.

You had left Eddie to continue his “business transactions” when Steve came up to you, arms wrapping around your front as he hooked his chin onto your shoulder.

“Hey” You mutter, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “‘You having fun?”

He nods, angling his head to pepper small kisses on your neck. You giggle, moving your body to capture his lips in a kiss. His hands glide up to your waist while yours hook into his hair.

“Wanna find somewhere private?” He mutters into your lips.

You nod, “Definitely, but all of the- private rooms are… taken.” You say, remembering watching different members of the cheer squad walk upstairs with jocks.

Steve pulls back from the kiss, his eyebrows furrowed, “how are they all taken?” he said. He knew how much the basketball team got around, but Jesus Christ. “Guess we gotta go for a drive…”

Steve practically drags you to your car, not that you weren’t following. The place you parked was quite… hidden, so there was no real fear of being caught. The two of you piled into the seat, Steve immediately pulling you into his lap.

He captures your lips into a kiss, “I’m gonna be rough, yeah? Is that okay?” he says in between kisses. You nod, gasping as he slips his hand up your shirt, groping your breast. He shakes his head, “Words, I need words.”

You whine, rolling your hips down onto his lap, already needy, “Please touch me, Steve,” You beg.

That’s all it takes for Steve to push his fingers under your skirt, moving your panties to the side as he slides his fingers through your slick. “Shit,” He mutters, “Always so fuckin’ wet for me.”

And with that, he pushes two fingers into you, curling them against your spot. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, begging him to touch you more as his thumb rubs circles on your clit.

He picks a steady pace with his fingers, nearly completely slipping them out of you before thrusting them back in. You let out a near-pornographic moan, causing Steve to move his free hand from your breast to your throat, cutting off your moan as he applies pressure. The buzz from the oxygen deprivation only adds to the pleasure Steve is giving you.

“Shut the fuck up. We don’t want anyone finding us.” He says, whispering soft ‘shhs’ as he refuses to relent the torturous pace on your clit as he pounds his fingers into you.

Steve was lying however, he wouldn’t mind Eddie finding out how good HE was making you feel, reminding him that he would never be able to do the same. But Steve will have to just settle for him seeing the aftermath.

Steve can tell your close, your walls clamping around his fingers, he prods a third finger at your entrance before thrusting it into you, the stretch sending you over the edge.

When the coil snaps, you swear the world ends for a moment, only pleasure remaining. Your hips stuttering as they roll against his hand.

As you come down from your high you expect his hands to slow, getting ready to slip out of you. But they don't, in fact, Steve seems to have picked up the pace, watching you with an eager eye as oversensitivity bites at you.

“Steve, please” You moan, unsure if you're begging for him to stop or keep going.

He presses kisses down your throat, “One more for me, come on, you can do one more.” He asks, voice slightly muttered by your skin.

You moan, nodding against him as the overstimulation fades to pleasure. You grind your hips down, riding his fingers as he continues to flick at your clit.

It doesn’t take long for you to cum again, your hands tugging at his long locks, face buried into his neck as you writhe against him.

“Good girl,” He groans, fingers still guiding you through your orgasm, slowing to a stop when you start to pull away. You’re already pulling at his belt buckle when he pulls his fingers out of you. He lifts his hips to help you tug his jeans and boxers down his thighs, his hard cock springing out and hitting his stomach.

You lift your hips, lining up his cock. Just as you’re about to slowly slide down, Steve thrusts up, tugging you down as he bottoms out. You moan out, gripping his shoulders as he immediately thrusts up into you.

Normally when you were fucking like this, Steve was more than happy to let you ride, enjoying watching you in control, but now… you don’t know what’s gotten into him.

But you weren’t about to complain.

You let him fuck into you, using his hands on your hips to grind you onto him. He hits deep in you, and your eyes roll back into your head. “Fuck, Steve.” You say, cradling your hands in his hair- just looking for something to hold on to.

Steve moves one of his hands from your hips to your clit, rubbing harsh circles on the swollen nub, barrelling you to your orgasm. “Holy-shit, Steve, close.” You stutter out in between moans.

He takes that as a sign to fuck harder into you, nearly fully exiting you before harshly thrusting back into you, going as deep and as quick as he can. Finding a spot on your neck and biting down to suck a bruise- just to keep himself quiet.

The warmth in your stomach grows stronger, until a wave crashes over you, your body going completely lax, a massive amount of wet presenting itself as you squirt around him. Steve pulls off your neck, moaning out as your walls clamp around him, spurting his cum into you as he rocks you through your respective orgasms.

It’s not until he stops moving that you see the mess you’ve made. His jeans are completely soaked. The car seats are wet, but thankfully nothing a good clean won't fix.

Steve holds you against himself, watching carefully as you take in the mess, still mewling from the orgasm. “That was so hot,” He says, tilting your head to his face, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Your jeans…” You mutter, brushing your hands through his hair.

He chuckles, “I brought a spare change of clothes since we said I’m staying over”

You sigh, body relaxing knowing he wouldn’t have to go back in with soaked jeans. He slides out of you, laying you down on the backseat while he grabs his overnight bag, as well as some tissues from the glovebox.

He carefully cleans you up, apologising every time he bumps your sensitive clit, before changing into new jeans, they were a different colour than the ones he was wearing before, so people were gonna figure out what had happened, but you didn't care.

You make eye contact with Eddie as you walk back into the party, you gesture your head to the drinks and then at him, asking if he wants one. He nods, and you walk towards the drinks table, ready to grab you, Eddie and Steve a drink.

Steve sits next to Eddie, he’s sitting in a secluded spot, so Steve knows he’s been dealing. He watches as you slightly limp towards the drinks. Eddie looks between you and Steve, then notices the change in jeans. A knowing smirk forms on his face.

“Jesus dude, you couldn’t wait ‘til you got home?” Eddie says, laughing as you stumble back with the drinks. “She can’t even walk properly, holy shit.”

Steve rolls his eyes, finally ready to put an end to this. “Look man, I know you have a thing for her or whatever, but you’ve gotta back off. She doesn’t like you back” He says, turning to Eddie, “Understood?”

Eddie’s brows are furrowed, confusion written all over his face, “Yeah,” he says, chuckling before turning to Steve, “You know I’m gay, right?”

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amvpk01 · 2 months

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PATHETIC YANDERE

unwanted obsession

when obsession goes beyond admiration, it turns into repulsion and the search for love becomes a path of rejection.

cw: f!reader, non-con, obsession, rejection, violence, stalking, humiliation, kidnapping, manipulation, murder

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Can you imagine someone who is completely useless at everything they do? There's no such thing as good grades, good looks, popularity, or even a good personality. He was a complete shit and he knew it.

It was just another day of him going to school, doing assignments that most of the time the teacher would point out were wrong just to embarrass him in front of the class or that the handwriting was illegible, talking to his pathetic friends just like him, buying something in the canteen and sitting on the benches to eat and look around judging the people.

It was Thursday so it was more crowded than the other days, some familiar faces and others not so much, but someone on the other side of the courtyard surprised him.

A girl with h/c hair and e/c eyes, a pretty face, and a sexy body.

He wondered how someone as beautiful and charming as that could exist. Were you new to the school or did he just not notice you before?

"-Are you there? Dude?? Hello?! Are you listening to me you piece-"

"Calm down bro-"

"Her name?" He interrupted his friends.

"Uh- Who?"

"Pink shirt." The friends looked at the aforementioned girl.

"Don't know, but Giovanna's talking to her, maybe you can ask?"

"...I thought I'd die before I saw you like a girl!"

"Quiet! So fucking noisy. What if she heard you?!"

"Don't worry. It's just that it always crossed my mind that you would be... you know, gay?"

He didn't mind the homophobic comments or the pats on the back along with the laughter of his friends. All that went through his mind was how he was going to get close to you.

You couldn't help but admire your purple nails that matched your fit. It was already a habit of yours to match clothes along with accessories and painted nails. No matter the occasion, you'll ALWAYS be pretty and stylish.

"[Name]?" You looked in the direction of the voice.

"Hi, Gigi! You good?" Noticing her face made you worried. "What's wrong?"

"Well, do you know about some guy who texted you yesterday?"

"Huh, no? All my notifications are off."

"Looks like some guy from my class keeps saying you're ghosting him on DM."

"Oh. My bad, it was not my intention. I think I'll see about that later." You wondered what that guy wanted to talk about. Maybe was someone you already know?

He couldn't believe it that you didn't block him. He thought you had ghosted him but it was just a misunderstanding?!?

'Thanks God... Now I need to talk with her.'

It's been a few weeks since he had the courage and ask you to talk. Every day you exchanged greetings and had long talks that were mostly started by him. You tried to find him attractive or like his personality but nothing worked. Maybe because you already knew his intentions?

But there's something that has been bothering you. Maybe it's just your mind trying to delude you but you swear that someone's stalking you.

And your instinct is telling you that's him even though you don't have proof. You did see a lot of pictures of you on his phone but didn't think he would start to follow you on your way home.

So today you're gonna find out if it's him or not!

You made your usual way home, but you diverted your path to another street that had more shops. Your stalker follows behind you, his face all covered by a stupid black mask and sunglasses.

Maybe you should enter the first shop that you see to know if he would enter too?

Without wasting time, you run into a lingerie store and try to hide further into the store. The stranger only realized the type of store when he put one foot inside, his covered face flushed with embarrassment, and then decided to wait for you outside.

'Damnit! He didn't enter?!' Your thoughts were pure anger and disappointment but vanished when some lady came asking for what type of lingerie you were searching for. Then you got why he didn't.

'NO. NO. NO. NO. JUST NO. DON'T TELL ME SHE'S BUYING LINGERIE TO USE WITH SOMEONE ELSE! SHE SAID SHE HAD NO BOYFRIEND. BUT WHAT IF SHE'S SEEING SOMEONE?!?' He started hyperventilating and his disguise was only making his breathing worse.

After waiting 5 minutes, you come out with a bag in your hands and then speed up your walk. He couldn't lose you from his sight. In his point of view, he was protecting you.

You surely have been running fast, are you embarrassed by someone seeing you in this type of store?

FUCK, DID HE JUST LOST YOU?!??

Surely he saw you walking around that corner-

Oh no...

It feels like you're leaning against the wall just waiting for him. In a fast move, you pulled away his mask. Not being able to hide your disgusted face.

"...What the fuck?"

"Wait- I-I can explain!! It's j-just a misunderstanding! I s-swear! Please, let me-"

"...That's so fucking creepy dude...

If I knew you were like this, I would just ignore you from the start...

Maybe I shouldn't listen to my friends."

He was disturbed that he didn't mind you running away from that place. How could he be so dumb to fall for such a trick? Now, you won't ever talk to him again. Just the fact that he scared you hurt him so much.

You were so kind and pure to him like an angel, and he felt like a demon knowing that you would never want to see him again.

A week has passed since the incident, and he hasn't gone to school, much less left the house. He didn't dare to even see you. Your disgusted face was already haunting him but there's something that he didn't notice before.

'Maybe I shouldn't listen to my friends.'

What did you mean by that? Did your friends tell you about him or something? His phone was getting many notifications, then he decided to pick it up.

A party? Seriously? He wasn't in the mood for this, but locking himself in his home isn't going to make anything better.

He hopes that you go too so he can apologize for his past behavior.

In his own way.

You were relieved, there was no sight of him in school. Mostly like he was who was hiding and not you. You didn't know if he ever felt sorry, after all, you blocked him from everything leaving him with no opportunity to speak and you didn't see him everywhere. Thanks God.

But nothing more than a wonderful party to raise your mood.

If you only know what would happen after this.

part 2 (in progress)

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere fic #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere male #yandere male x reader #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader

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lovable-liar · 2 months

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UNPAID INTERN SCHLATT ASK

Schlatt watching y/n with the kids and just loving how they interact with them. Like Y/n hitting Schlatt over the head for teaching them about Andrew Cuomo and the kids laughing...

...I have baby fever.

...as do I, and it's his fault.

I also went very off task with this, I'm sowwy 🥺

When you got a message from Ludwig asking if you would like to be a contestant on a new game show of his, you were honestly very excited!

You were a huge streamer on the platform, but it wasn't often that you were called upon to compete in real life games!

You were a fan favorite on Name Your Price, for your style and your ability in the game, so after Ludwig pitched Unpaid Intern to you...

You were hooked.

And you were reeled in even further once you found out who you would be competing against!

Daniel Thrasher, a man of many talents and one you found yourself quote tweeting about a lot on your alt to "thank" him for his "service" in "aiding" you to "learn piano"

Lily Pichu, a lovely little lady that (when you ever encountered her) had only ever been the kindest thing to you

Kyedae, a friend of yours that you frequently streamed with and raided!

And jschlatt, infamous, Jonathan Schlatt.

A personal friend of yours!

You and Schlatt first met during the days of the Lunch Club, dark days, sure, but Ted, Charlie, himself, and yourself pulled each other up by the boot straps and created salvation!

Chuckle Sandwich was is that salvation.

And through salvation, you two had formed a strong bond. You created inside jokes for your communities, inside jokes between you and your co-hosts, and inside jokes that only the two of you would ever come to understand.

But, to say you were just friends is an understatement.

To be honest, neither of you really knew what you were.

But you both liked that!

Sure, it became a pain when trying to figure out if you could go out on a date with someone, but it was also nice because technically nothing was happening, you didn't have to hide anything from viewers.

But, Schlatt was always one of the first people you turned to if ever something happened, which, something had happened! You were competing against each other soon! You had to text him-

jslut: yoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

toots💙: wat

jslut: ur on upi?

toots💙: upi?

jslut: unpaid intern

jslut: luds thing?

toots💙: ah yes upi

jslut: r u?

toots💙: yes...? 👀

jslut: kk

toots💙: ur so dry over text wtf?!!?!

jslut: i love you too, sugar tits 💙

When-

jslut: how long r u gonna be in texas for?

toots💙: couple days prob

toots💙: im trying to find ppl to film/do stuff with bc i dont wanna fly over just to do one thing and then just fly back

toots💙: productive, you get me?

jslut: film with me

jslut: ill find something for us to do

toots💙: alr but ive got a lot of bitches on my roster so be grateful im spending my time on you, slut

jslut: shut the fuck up, you're the slut here

toots💙: that's blatantly (racist/homophobic/sexist/etc.)

jslut: bye

toots💙: bye bye bbg, daddy can't wait to see you again <3

WHEN YOU GOT TO TEXAS (swear to god if you interrupt me again-)

You texted Schlatt a picture of you in the airport, stood in front of a promotional poster that had the american flag on it, saluting.

You shoved your phone back into your pocket in search of some good fucking food, but you couldn't quite focus on reading the menu while your ass cheek vibrated with fifteen (you counted each vibration) messages.

jslut: first of all, ur supposed to put ur hand on your heart, not fucking salute

jslut: second of all, what airport r u at?

jslut: i'll come get u

jslut: don't order an uber, they're shitty

jslut: i'll be ur uber

jslut: ill bring u a red fucking carpet

jslut: toots

jslut: babycakes

jslut: did u order an uber?

jslut: did u get kidnapped? wtf

jslut: answer me toots

jslut: send me ur location

jslut: as soon as i see u im downloading a fucking tracker onto ur phone

toots💙: can you stop vibrating my ass for two seconds? im getting food

jslut: vibrating ur ass?

jslut: i wish

toots💙: food acquired, im at dfw

jslut: kk omw

toots💙: where should i meet u?

toots💙: r u kidding me?

toots💙: fuck u

You hunkered down in the food court to wait of the arrival of your beloved uber driver while you ate and played on your phone

You were expecting him to text you back any minute now since he never left his messages unanswered for too long (that's not entirely true, he never leaves *your* messages unanswered, ever, but he'd never tell you that, ever.)

But as 1:00pm became 1:26pm, you began to feel a little anxious

How long have you been sat here for?

Does that man want to sit here?

Should you move?

Are people staring?

Okay- just, stay seated, he'll be here soon.

Where are your headphones?

Where are your bags?!

Oh- okay, it's right there... where you left it.

And your headphones are around your neck.

Do you have your wallet?

Yeah, it's in one of your bags.

WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOUR BAGS-

"Heeey, toots! 'S good to see you again." A deep, familiar voice calls out, he has your bags too!

"I got you a baggy of fruit from seven eleven!"

"Aww, you shouldn't have!" He twirls his hair around his finger.

"Gotta feed my baby girl right."

"Alright, you're done." Schlatt announces, before bending down to grab a handful of the meat just above your knees before throwing you over his shoulder and tucking your bags under his other arm.

"Jonathan! You put me down right now!"

"No."

"People are staring!" You whisper shout.

"You called me 'baby girl' 'n the first five finger-fuckin' seconds of our first face to face conversation in three months instead of kissin' me, 'm not puttin' you down."

The walk back to his car consisted of kicking your legs, lots of people staring, a surprising amount of awing, Schlatt having to readjust your clothes every two to three seconds just so you'd keep a semblance of your dignity, and a security guard even opened the door for him!

I mean- this man could have legitimately been kidnapping you, and nobody even *attempted* to help you!

But, then again, you weren't really putting up *much* of a fight.

Once you reached his car, he opened the trunk and shoved your bags in before sauntering round to the passenger's side.

After he so chivalrously opened the door for you, he plopped you down into the seat from your perch on his shoulder, making sure to hold your head so you wouldn't bang it before he placed one hand on the dash and the other on the head rest.

He leaned you back slowly, playfully, before finally accepting his kiss from you.

It was nice.

It re-awoke the butterflies in your tummy that seemingly crisped up and died whenever he wasn't around.

After the extraordinarily drawn out kiss, you embarked on the scenic drive to Schlatt's house, where you found yourself having the first 'argument' with him in the months you hadn't seen each other.

"Where're you stayin'?"

"I booked a hotel-"

"Bull-fucking-shit I'm lettin' you stay at a fuckin' hotel, hotels are good for nothin'. You sleep in my room."

"But I paid money for that hotel room?"

"Ok? I'll pay you back."

"What?"

"Anythin' in these bags ya don't want me findin'?

"Wha-"

"I'm unpackin' for you, sweetheart."

"No, wha-"

"Ya jet lagged, go sit on the couch, watch somethin', I don' care."

Schlatt then proceeded to haul your bags upstairs and into his room, where, promptly, he shouted for you.

"Toots, I thought you said there was nuthin' in here! I've seen one of these before! 'S a.. fuckin' 'rose' vibe, or some shit?!"

"Don't touch that!"

"Whaaat?! Like I haven't seen your toys before! Like I haven't *been* your toy before."

"Schlatt!"

He also found your outfit for Ludwig's video.

"Heeey! This is cute! Gonna look like a little 50s detective more than an intern, but shit, are you gonna look adorable. 'S this your perfume? Shit, that smells good..."

He absolutely douses his own clothes in it

ONTO THE MAIN EVENT! (If anyone's still reading, anyway.)

You and Schlatt arrived together at 9:44 (which ended up giving you 2 points, whereas it landed Schlatt with 1)

After being presented with your first task, keeping a trio of toddlers entertained for fifteen minutes straight, you went straight into action.

You managed to find play dough, bubble wrap, a box of legos, some cardboard boxes, and some coloring materials!

You were the first of the bunch to entertain the kids.

"Helloooo everybody! Who do we have here?"

"Elijah!" "Rooney!" "Caleb!"

"Hey guys! I'm Y/N. Can you spell that? Let's see your handwriting, huh? On the board, can you guys write your names and then my name?"

Overall, you have an absolute blast with these guys.

First, they wanted to pop as many bubbles on the bubble wrap as they could while your phone counted down a ten second timer.

You laid out a sheet of the wrap before you all stood on your own section of it and danced, bounced, and rolled on it until the alarm sounded.

Then, the kids wanted to decorate their own boxes as cars that you pushed them around in!

A chorus of giggles and squeals could be heard emanating from the conference room from all the way across the building, even your own chuckles!

After that, Rooney, Elijah and you sculpted with the play dough while Caleb built with the lego.

Rooney made a dinosaur and Elijah made a lion, but you all gave extra props to Caleb who built all of you!

You were a little disappointed when the fifteen minutes were up, you gave each kid a high five and a ruffle of their hair before you stepped out of the conference room and closed the door (but the interaction truly ended after you pulled a face at them through the window.)

(That face definitely ended up as Schlatt's home screen.)

Next up, you were burdened with having to ensure that your backward speech is coherent and understandable!

Your key phrase was "Can I hold it while you pee?"

Surprisingly, VERY HARD!!!

You managed to get 'hold it' and 'pee'

But the rest of it?

Nada.

"Do people actually wanna hold guys'... you know... when they- pee..?" Daniel asked.

"Well- surprisingly, yes!" Ludwig, oh so helpfully, replied.

You immediately turned to Schlatt

"No, you cannot hold my dick while I piss."

Everyone erupted into laughter.

At this point, you were tied with Daniel in first!

For the map task, you were paired with Schlatt.

You two made a fucking powerhouse of a duo.

With his drawing skills and your knowledge that there was a map on the wall right to the left of you? You were UNSTOPPABLE.

And, with the last and final task, you immediately had to opt out.

The simultaneous, wet chewing sounds of EVERYONE in the room?

FUCK NO

You were not gonna be in that room for another *second*

But you didn't have to be!

You had already surpassed everyone else with flying colors.

Lud even gave you extra points for opting out because he needs a 'well-behaved employee who won't blow bubbles and stick gum to the underside of the desks.'

Schlatt did offer you some of his gum though, and when you stuck your hand out for, i don't know, a pristine, unchewed piece still wrapped in it's packaging, you got the complete opposite!

Just a glob of fluorescent pink, wet and chewed gum in the pit of your hand.

But, that's also how you found yourself here, in Schlatt's car after a long day, waiting in a drive thru.

"Today was great! You were real great with those kids, toots."

"Yeah?"

"Hell yeah!"

"I kept the lego figure Caleb made of me."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah..."

"I wanna fuck a kid into you."

"Schlatt!"

#jschlatt x reader #jschlatt #jschlatt fluff #schlatt #schlatt fluff #schlatt x reader

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jaskierx · 4 months

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none of you are immune to propaganda

none of you are immune to misinformation

so stop fucking blindly believing every shitty thing you read. stop treating some random person’s tags as the gospel truth. engage your brain. think about how things get sensationalised and blown out of proportion. fact check stuff stop spreading complete and utter falsehoods

because i swear to god if i have to see one more post that’s like ‘never watched it but i’m so glad that racist zionist homophobic show that glorified slavery got cancelled, i hope everybody involved in making it stays unemployed forever and rots in hell’ i’m going to lose my marbles

think about who it benefits when you’re spreading shit like that. here’s a hint: if i was part of the israeli government i’d be absolutely delighted that every fucker on this website is cheering about a tv show being cancelled instead of actually doing anything useful about palestine

#ofmd #taika waititi #fandom critical #lyse.jpg

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People have started to aggressively care for Steve, and it's a little weird.

But, somehow it's endearing to watch, and it's actually working. Steve was used to corporal punishment, so having care that somehow translates into that is quite effective.

Dustin has started to take note of the best interactions he's happened to overhear.

First it's Robin.

"Okay, truth or dare?"

"Dare!"

"Go take a fucking nap."

"What?"

"You heard me Harrington, go take a nap or I'm going to knock you the fuck out."

And Steve actually listens! Maybe it's because he's a little afraid of Robin, and doesn't think she knows just how strong she is, but he listens, and he's finally catching up on some much needed sleep.

After that, it's Hopper. Which is interesting because last time Dustin checked, Hopper didn't like Steve all that much... Maybe the trauma bond of being tortured by Russians gave him a change of heart.

"Harrington, I swear to god. If you don't get your ass over here for dinner tonight, I am going to ticket you for all those parties you had in high school."

"I- Hopper? I can't just-"

"Yes, you can. Joyce and I had better see you tonight."

And of course, Dustin being Dustin, he has to put himself on the list.

"Steve, if you don't take me to my therapy appointment I am going to tell Robin you skipped a nap yesterday."

And when they get to Dr. Jonah's office, Steve finds that it's actually his appointment, and get some much needed help.

Dustin, personally, thinks his method is the best, but... Others may disagree. Not that anyone knows he's making this list but. Still.

Anyways, this system works.

And he thinks it may be the best method, until he sees how Eddie gets Steve to care for himself. And yeah, maybe it was weird at first to see his two best older male friends kiss, not in a homophobic way, but a "ew my parents are in love" way, but after he saw how good they are for each other, it stopped being so odd.

"Stevie, have you eaten yet?

"No..."

"Lets go on a picnic!"

"But,"

"No buts! Help me make some sandwiches."

And there's a soft smile on Steve's face.

Maybe Dustin's method isn't the best one.

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"trust that you betrayed, confusion that still lingers"

i see you've decided to suffer by checking my blog so-

hi! welcome to my blog! :)

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this is a safe place for everyone!

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: ̗̀➛ things about me: my name is kristen. i go by she/her. im from the philippines. im a capricorn. intp-t. its hard for me not to make typos cause i send messages without thinking twice. i hate school. if we don't count online friends then im practically friendless. im in a science curriculum but can't understand physics. i love writing. i can fluently speak 3 languages but i want to speak more. i look like an absolute mess no matter the time. im 100000% ambivert. i don't like people who can't work the same pace as me (i know that's toxic, i swear im trying to fix it). my birthday is after christmas. i embarrass myself in ways not even god thought would be possible. im a confusing little biatch so im sorry. OBVIOUSLY, i live off of pinterest and i guess tumblr. proper grammar = non existent. i will give you anything you want, just give me a horse and grayson hawthorne. i love making friends so please don't feel shy to interact with me and i am a minor so please don't be weird <3

i reblog my posts to my other acc because im funny and yes, i keep adding to this intro because i find this thing fun and im kinda bad at keeping up with posts im mentioned in, so im sorry if i dont reply. oh and this intro is heavily inspired by @svnflowermoon & @stvrlighhttt <3

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Little Runaway

Welcome, welcome to my longest steddie fic I’ve completed to date. It’s set in a nebulous time between season 3 and 4 but also very AU. And for the purposes of this story, Steve is gay but went through the motions with Nancy and his other dates as his dad is homophobic. This also references abuse and has some period typical homophobia. Not anyone we know.

Eddie cursed whatever god it was that invented hangovers and swore vengeance. It was then he realized that banging wasn’t coming from inside his head but on the door to the trailer.

He looked outside his window and realized it was late at night. He glanced at the alarm on his nightstand and the time glared 3:54am in bright angry red numbers.

He squinted hard, trying to wake himself up for whatever encounter was on the other side of that door. He just really, really hoped it wasn’t the cops. He pulled on a shirt and padded out of his bedroom to answer the door.

“Keep your shirt on,” he grumbled. “I’m coming.”

He opened the door to see Dustin Henderson standing outside his door, looking relieved that Eddie answered.

“To what to do I owe the pleasure, Dusty Bin?” he asked leaning against the door frame.

“Uh...” Dustin began and then slammed his mouth shut.

Eddie raised an eyebrow at him and tilted his head. “Cat got your tongue?”

Dustin blushed. “I know your uncle isn’t home for the weekend, so I wondering if you could take a friend of mine in. Just for the weekend. He doesn’t have anywhere else to go. I swear. I wouldn’t ask if he had somewhere he could stay.”

Eddie narrowed his eyes. “Who’s your friend?” There was something slightly panicked about the way Dustin was going a mile a minute.

“I can’t tell you until you say you can take him in,” Dustin whined. “You have to promise that after knowing who it is, you won’t take it back. Please?”

Eddie threw his head back and waved his hands. “Fine. I promise your ‘friend’ can spend the weekend here.”

Dustin visibly relaxed. “You can come out now.” He waved at someone from behind the trailer.

A beat. Then another.

And then Steve fucking Harrington stepped out. He had a backpack slung over his shoulder and his head was down.

But Eddie could tell that this wasn’t the Steve Harrington he knew. His hair was wet and matted, like it hadn’t been properly washed in a few days. His shoulders were rounded, like he was trying to make himself as small a target as he could.

“Dustin, I’m going to kick your ass,” he said turning to the teenager.

“You promised,” Dustin defended. “No take backs.”

“I shouldn’t be here,” Steve muttered. “I can go. You don’t have to do this.”

Eddie rubbed his eye in frustration. He knew he was going to give in. He just didn’t like it. So he sighed. “Come on, Harrington. You’ll have to sleep on the couch.”

Steve still refused to look up, so he nodded.

Dustin came over and hugged him. “I’ll talk to my mom when she gets back from visiting Grandma. We’ll find something more permanent. This is just for the weekend. I promise.”

Steve hugged him back. “I’ll be fine.”

“Call me,” Dustin admonished. “I’ll kick your ass if you don’t.”

“I promise.”

Dustin hopped on his bike and waved, heading out to the exit of the trailer park.

Eddie looked around, realizing for the first time Steve’s car wasn’t around. “Hey, where’s your car?”

Steve just shrugged.

Well that interesting. And Eddie loved puzzles. “Come on in. I’ll show you around.”

Steve mounted the steps gingerly and Eddie eyed him warily. An idea was forming and it wasn’t good.

Eddie folded his arms and watched as Steve lowered himself gently on to the sofa wincing when he made contact with cushions.

“So who beat your ass?”

Steve looked up in shock and Eddie hissed in sympathy. The dude a black eye, a bruised nose and split lip.

“I hope the other guy looks worse,” he said sincerely.

Steve chuckled. “I broke his nose.”

“Good.”

Steve ducked his head again, this time to hide his blush.

“Look, I know what being on the run looks like, and you’ve got all the signs,” Eddie said. “All I need to know is that it’s not the law and you and I are good, you hear me?”

Steve shook his head. “At least not as far as I know. I don’t think he’ll get the cops involved.”

Eddie pursed his lips. He knew how that went. All too well. “But you’re afraid that if you go to your friends, he’ll find you and hurt you again?”

Steve’s shoulders sagged. “Yeah. My dad’s an ass like that.”

Well. Fuck. Yep. Yep. That made total sense.

“He been doing that awhile?” Eddie asked, jutting his chin at Steve’s messed up face.

Steve huffed out a bitter laugh. “Only when he’s home. Which thankfully isn’t often.”

Abusive and neglectful. “What tipped him off this time?”

Steve just shook his head.

“Not ready to talk about it?” Eddie said. “Fine by me. Get a real shower and I’ll scrounge up something for us to eat.”

Steve stood up, wincing as he did so.

“And I’m going to look at those ribs, to make sure they ain’t broke.”

Steve blushed. “It’s really not that bad.”

Eddie darted forward and Steve moved to get out of the way, only to stop, crying out in pain.

“You want to tell me another lie, Harrington?”

Steve was sweating from the pain. “No. I’ll be good.”

“Go get a shower, big boy,” Eddie said, making his way over to the kitchen part of the trailer and rummaging around for something to eat. He found a can of Spaghetti-Os and started heating that up. It was about done when Steve came out of the bathroom, looking better than he did.

He was also shirtless.

Which sent a thrill of heat down his navel. Until he saw the great big bruises on Steve’s sides.

“Holy shit,” Eddie swore. “He got you good.”

Steve wrapped his arms around his torso and looked away. “He knocked me to the ground and started kicking me.”

“Come on,” Eddie said gently. “Sit down and eat. I’ll look at your ribs after.”

Steve nodded.

Eddie pulled out a bowl and spoon, dumping the canned noddles into the bowl. He handed them to Steve. “It’s not much. But it’s warm and filling, and I have feeling that’s what you need right now.”

Steve gratefully took the bowl and began wordlessly slurping up the food. It wasn’t long before it was gone and Steve handed it back.

Eddie took it to the sink and came back. “Can you sit up straight or does it hurt?”

Steve straightened up, but Eddie could tell he was being held together with a frayed thread.

“Okay,” Eddie said. “I’m going to have to touch it, and it will hurt. Try not to hit me when it does.”

Steve winced. But was quiet and still as Eddie did his examination.

“Good news, it doesn’t feel like anything’s broken,” Eddie said, sitting next to him. “Bad news is that that is one hell of bruise and it will hurt like a bitch for another week.”

“Something I figured out myself, thanks,” Steve sneered.

Eddie got up to walk away, when Steve pulled him back down. “Sorry, sorry. I’m just in a lot of pain. I didn’t mean to take it out on you.”

Eddie nodded.

“Thank you,” Steve murmured. “For everything, I guess.”

“How long ago did this happen?” Eddie asked.

“About a week,” Steve admitted.

“And he’s still looking for you?” Eddie asked, eyes wide.

“Yeah, Dustin found me living in my car and told me,” Steve admitted. “I really don’t what that kid thinks he can do come Monday, but his plans usually have plans, so...”

“So you’ve been driving around town avoiding your dad and what?” Eddie asked, trying not to let his temper flare. Because it wasn’t Steve’s fault. “Taking showers at the rec center?”

Steve nodded. “I’m between jobs at the moment, so I couldn’t just leave town. At least here I know where my dad wouldn’t look. When the local restaurants have their specials so I can eat cheap.”

Eddie blinked. Suddenly he was feeling this deep gratitude for his uncle. Because if it wasn’t for Wayne, he would be right where Steve was now.

“You’re sleeping in my bed,” Eddie said, booking no argument.

“What? Why?” Steve protested.

“Because if you’ve been sleeping in your car,” Eddie said, grabbing a few things from his bedroom, “you haven’t been able to sleep stretched out. Which is why your ribs are in such bad shape. So while you’re here, you’re going to sleep in a bed to support those ribs. Got it?”

Steve nodded.

“I’m going to sleep now,” Eddie said pointedly, looking at Steve still on sofa.

“Huh?” Steve said and then looked around. “Oh. Shit. Sorry.” He stood up and wandered to the bedroom.

Eddie watched to make sure Steve actually laid down. He sighed in relief when the other boy fell asleep in mere moments.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Epilogue

#My writing #stranger things #steddie #gay steve harrington #abuse tw #ladykailtiha writes

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