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heliads · 1 year

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Can I request a Loki x fem reader where the reader is a super kind empath Avenger and comforts Loki, who also has been recruited as an Avenger (very reluctantly) but is still a bit ostracized from everyone else on the team. The reader is able to see how poorly Loki was treated in the past and promises to be there for him. They both end up falling in love but are too afraid to tell each other (the reader is able to feel this weird warm and fuzzy emotion Loki directs at her and she can’t pin point what emotion it is). They end up confessing when Loki sees an avenger member take advantage of the readers sweetness so he steps into comfort her. He confesses and they kiss 😚

Also have an amazing day and take your time with requests!!!

hope you have an amazing day too!

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If you squint ever so slightly, peer out from the reach of your favorite chair just enough to see into the surrounding hallway, you can almost make out the silhouette of Tony Stark pacing back and forth outside his office door.

As resident empath of the Avengers team, you’re in charge of reconnaissance, general battle backup, and checking in on everyone to make sure they’re still intact. You’ve also gone ahead and assumed that to mean that you can use your abilities to read the hearts of your teammates. Hey, it’s what they hired you to do, right? It’s not like you’re scanning their minds, now that would be invasive. All you’re doing is sensing how they’re feeling. Anyone could do that with a bit of good knowledge on body language.

You shift slightly, and there– you can just make out a cloud of colors circling Tony’s figure. That’s how emotions have always appeared to you ever since you were a kid. When people are having a perfectly normal day and not too much has happened, you’ll only be able to pick up on a tendril or two of colored smoke around their frame, a few hints at happy or sad but nothing too special.

Conversely, when something crazy is going on, it’s like they’re walking out of a bank of mist, Mr. Darcy at the end of Pride and Prejudice (2005)-style. For instance, at this very moment you can’t even tell what shade of shirt Tony is wearing through the dense emotion rattling around him.

This is obviously a sign that something is going on. Usually, Tony’s pretty laid back, or at least he pretends to be. Cool blue is his trademark. Sometimes, closer to missions or just after them, you’ll see bright lime or sickly yellow lancing through them, panic and stress from too much pressure on his shoulders. You can sense his anxiety attacks before they start. Tony has no idea how many times you’ve used your gifts to divert those things, and if you have it your way, he’ll never figure it out.

Tony’s not panicking right now, though, or not in the way that you’re used to. Instead of purple or blue, all you can see around him is red, blazing red. Tony’s not usually a red kind of guy. Red means anger, outrage, and by the looks of him now, something has happened to cook up a regular bonfire of irritation.

As you watch, though, more colors join the fray. You can spot uneasy yellows and greens, an undercurrent of fear. What could possibly be going on to make Tony so unhappy? The situation is complicated, to be sure, but that’s nothing new around the Avengers. Take it from a S.H.I.E.L.D.- registered empath: no one ever feels just one thing at one time. There’s always a dozen different emotions swirling in between your heart and head. And right now, Tony’s got quite a few to chew on.

Unable to contain your curiosity, you get up from your seat and pad over to him. Tony almost flinches when he turns and sees you, but he rubs a tired hand over one eye and greets you like normal.

You arch a brow at this attempt at pretending everything is fine. After all this time, Tony should know that you’re not one to get fooled by a pretty lie like that. “What’s going on? You’re totally freaking out.”

“So glad to see you, Y/N,” Tony complains, “I look great? Thanks for telling me. You’re always so quick with the compliments.”

You give him a look. “I know how you’re feeling. What’s up with you?”

“It’s not me you should be questioning,” he sighs, “it’s the newcomer to our team.”

You frown. “I didn’t think we were getting someone new.”

“We weren’t supposed to, but Fury added another guy last minute. Apparently it was either that or have him rot down in a cell for all eternity, and we don’t want to risk pissing off his brother,” Tony clarifies.

“Who’s his brother?” You ask, curious.

“Thor,” Tony says, and then you understand at last.

“Loki is joining the team?” You can’t believe it. Loki attacked New York all of six months ago. Sure, Fury has always been one to maximize opportunity, but you can’t believe he’d let Loki into the ranks of the Avengers so quickly.

“That’s what I said,” Tony harrumphed, “but apparently it’s already done. He’ll be coming up later today to meet us all. You know, without trying to kill us this time.”

You chuckle under your breath. “I can’t wait to see how that goes. How long do you think we have until Steve breaks out a patriotic speech on our or his behalf?”

Tony snorts. “It’ll happen any minute now. Look, here Steve comes up the stairs now. It’s like he marches everywhere he goes. Unreal.”

True to Tony’s suspicions, Steve, upon learning of Loki’s arrival, does indeed treat all of you to a talk about looking past first impressions. If the red flickering around his eyes and fists says anything, though, it’s that he’s just as pleased about the whole affair as Tony.

You, for one, aren’t sure what to make of the whole thing. Something must have happened to make Fury trust Loki, and until you learn otherwise, that’s as good an endorsement as you’ll get around here. Before long, Thor is marching into the Avengers complex with a stranger in tow, and all of a sudden, you have eyes on your new teammate.

It’s strange, your first impression of Loki. Second, technically, but you’re not counting the Battle of New York. That was different, you were trying to kill each other. Now you’re supposed to count on him to save your life.

Tony shoots a quick glance your way, cocking one brow as if to ask, getting anything? The honest answer is no, not yet. Asgardians are always hard to read, you figured that out when you first met Thor. Everything about them is different, even down to how they feel certain emotions. Loki is no exception. At first, you think he feels nothing at all. Then, you realize he’s just very good at hiding it. His back is perfectly straight, spine stiff and unfeeling.

That is, until you look a little deeper and you start to see the threads of colors playing around his clothes, his hands, his blank stare. They’re green in color, green and gold like the stitching on his apparel. They’re not happy emotions, these, they’re–

They’re fear. Loki is afraid. Not that anyone here will kill him, not that sort of fear. He is certain that all of you will reject him, that this great god will have to watch humans laugh at him and just deal with it anyway.

You can understand feeling like that. When you were first recruited to the Avengers, you almost thought it was a joke. Surely an empath wouldn’t be useful in the heat of the battle. They had to convince you of that later, once you could start changing people’s emotions instead of just reading them. Still, you know what it’s like to doubt yourself, even when you’re sure that you are worth more than anyone can imagine.

So, you step forward first, and greet him with a smile. “I’m Y/N,” you say, “it’s good to see you.”

Loki arches a brow, and you don’t have to read minds to know that he’s thinking is it? as strongly as he can. This confusion only grows when you hold out a hand to him. For a moment, you think he’s going to reject you, but your smile stays insistent. He doesn’t have to like you at all, but goddamnit, you’re going to like him. He can deal with that on his own terms.

He must be able to pick up on this sort of stubbornness, and for some reason this is what wins him over at last. Loki extends his hand to shake yours, and just like that, the ice is broken. It’s as if a collectively held breath is released across the room.

That isn’t to say that the rest of the Avengers take to him so readily, nor that Loki is as willing to accept them as you. He tends to stick to himself, avoiding crowds unless he can’t avoid it. He begrudgingly tells you it’s because being around that many people either reminds him of Asgard or the battle or both.

He tells you a lot, actually. It doesn’t all happen at first. He may have shaken your hand, but he seems dead set on despising you. However, you’d made up your mind to win him over at that point, and you weren’t going to rest until you met your goal. It took a lot of slow, deliberate effort, but before long the conversations weren’t so one-sided and you swore he actually smiled when you entered the room.

Also, he stopped hiding his emotions as much. The first time you saw a hesitant wave of goldenrod brush across his shoulders, you thought you were hallucinating. It was there the next time you saw him, though, and the next, and the next, deepening to sunset orange and staying there. Happiness. He liked being near you.

Once trust was built, real friendship could follow suit. Turns out Loki was just as reluctant to join the Avengers as your lot was to welcome him in, but when Director Fury makes a decision, pretty much everyone has to follow suit. Thor had warned him against causing more trouble, so Loki was here to stay. He used to think that was a bad thing, but judging by the way his tone has softened as of late, he might not be so sure of that anymore.

Loki starts to tell you more, once he stops thinking of you as an outsider. He tells you about Thanos, about how he had twisted Loki’s mind so that he could only attack the city. You had suspected something was wrong with Loki during the Battle of New York– his eyes glowed a strange color, the emotions flickering around his chest were almost alien, so unusual even for a god– but hearing it is the confirmation you needed to be sure. Loki had not attacked you in his own mind. He had not tried to kill you, that was someone else forcing his hand.

That last part was especially crucial. The night he finally told you about Thanos’ control, Loki had not been able to leave until he was certain that you understood that it had not been him leading the attack on the Avengers and your home. At last, you convince him that it is alright, and only then can he rest easy.

The rest of the Avengers aren’t able to share in this peace, however. They don’t want to give Loki a chance, which, seeing as they’re not able to actually see his emotions, you can sort of understand, but at this point it’s growing tiresome. It’s been months now since Loki joined the team, and he has not lied to or betrayed or attempted to murder anyone. You want to yell at them to grow up, but you don’t feel like picking someone else’s fights.

Instead, you’d rather spend your time pondering another puzzle. Loki’s moods have shifted again towards you, but this time you cannot understand them at all. Something’s changed about the way he looks at you, how he speaks, and you have no clue what any of it means.

When you have trouble, though, there’s only one surefire solution: you need to talk to Natasha Romanoff. Nat’s been your best friend since you joined the Avengers, actually. She gets you. You get her. It’s a good time all around.

So, Natasha doesn’t look too surprised when you all but throw yourself into one of the chairs in her favorite space in the complex one sunny morning. The only question on her mind isn’t to ask what’s up with you but what Loki’s done now.

You grimace. “I don’t know, that’s the worst part. He’s acting weirdly.”

“Isn’t that normal for Loki?” Nat questions. “I mean, he is a disgruntled younger brother/frost giant/Norse god. I feel like weird for him is kind of expected.”

“No,” you argue, “This is different. Something’s changed.”

Natasha furrows her brow. “And you haven’t been able to pick up on anything?”

“Well,” you hesitate, “maybe there’s something. I have no idea what it is, though. It’s happy, I think, but it’s sad at times, too, and flickery, like even he can’t explain it. I don’t know how to describe it in the slightest.”

She nods decisively. “It’s love.”

You blink in surprise. “What? No, I just said I had no idea what this is. There’s no way you would be able to guess it so quickly.”

Nat shrugs. “Actually, your vague description was exactly why I know what this is. Only love makes no sense like that. Love makes you happy, but it breaks your heart, right? It confuses the hell out of you because that’s what it’s supposed to do. There’s nothing else that could make anyone feel like a mess of emotion but love.”

You sigh. “That still leaves the fact that it’s Loki, though. You actually think he’s in love with me? I’m a human. I mean, inhuman, technically, but same difference to him. Why would a literal Asgardian god ever look at me like that?”

Natasha’s gaze is knowing, but you can’t quite meet her eyes. “I don’t know why he wouldn’t. You won him over faster than anyone was expecting. I think the biggest question isn’t what he’s feeling, but what you are.”

You brush her concern aside. “Well, of course I know how I feel. I’ve had this much time figuring out how other people’s emotions work, it’s like a user manual for what certain things feel like in your own head. I just can’t believe that he truly feels the same. Maybe he’s trying to trick me by pretending to feel a certain way, I wouldn’t put it past him.”

Nat scoffs. “I thought you were the president of the ‘Stop Loki Hate’ fan club. What’s gotten you doubting him again?”

You shoot her a look. “I’m not doubting him, just myself. Also, there’s no such fan club. Fury banned us from attending Avengers-based clubs, remember?”

She nods mournfully. “All it took was one bad experience. Look, all of us showing up to the ‘Personally Victimized by Nick Fury’ meeting was funny. He was just being a bad sport.”

You smile fondly. “I remember. I’ve never seen that much red in my life. He was totally outraged.”

“Oh, I know. You didn’t need empathy powers to tell that much. At least we abstained from putting on the fake eye patches.” Nat muses.

You bite back a laugh. “Yeah, that might have been overkill. Anyway, back to the point. Are we sure about this?”

“We’re sure,” Natasha assures you, “I’m sure you’ll get in your own head about it later, though.”

“You can count on it,” you grin, and say your goodbyes.

Natasha is right as usual, as it turns out. Both about your feelings and the fact that you would second guess yourself. You were going to say something to Loki, but you talked yourself out of it later that night. It just feels wrong, that’s all. There’s no way a literal prince of the gods would fall in love when you’re just, well, you.

You do your best to push it out of your head, Nat’s knowing glances be damned. Life is too busy to contemplate men who won’t speak their minds. It feels like a new crisis hits New York every week. Speaking of which, you’ve actually got complaints about that. Namely, the fact that you haven’t been on a mission in quite some time despite your status as an Avenger.

You get frustrated once a couple of months have gone by without you seeing a fight. You pull Steve aside when you hear about something going wrong again. “I saw Fury’s memo about needing an extraction team for a situation over in Spain. Can I sign up?”

Steve shakes his head. “Thanks for the offer, Y/N, but we’ve already got enough guys on that team.”

You frown at him. “You can never have too many guys on an extraction team. It’s, like, Avengers lore that stuff always goes wrong on those. I can at least tag along as backup just in case. I’ll grab my gear and be off in like five minutes.”

Steve doesn’t seem willing to back down, though. “Look, I’m glad you’re passionate about the team, but we’re good, honestly. If you’re getting bored, just join the next mission, I’m sure one will come up sooner than later.”

You sigh. “That’s what everyone said last mission, and the one before that, too. I haven’t been out of the complex on official business in three months. I’m an Avenger, Steve, let me act like one.”

Steve puts his hand on your shoulder, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “Y/N, I meant what I said about being glad you want to help, but this is serious. I’m a supersoldier, that’s why I’m out there all the time. Nat’s been trained for this sort of stuff since she was a kid. It makes sense to send us, right? You know we value your gifts, but we can’t risk hurting you.”

Your stomach twists. “You mean, I’m really best when I’m looking at people’s heads, not actually in a fight.”

Steve doesn’t seem to realize he’s upset you, and he nods emphatically. “Exactly! You’ve got a great skill set, just not for right now. I bet we’ll find something soon, though.”

You flash him a thumbs up, already walking back down the hallway so he can’t see the way your face twists. “Can’t wait.”

You let your composure drop the second you’re around the corner. Is this really how they feel? You were useful in the Battle of New York, you know that, and the other agents say you’ve been improving with your abilities by leaps and bounds. You’re handy with a gun or knife, too, so you know you could survive a fight and be of use. You’ve done it before, why are they so keen on stopping you now?

It makes you feel, well, useless. It’s hard to stop the tears from pricking at the corners of your eyes, and you quickly change course to head for your private quarters. You don’t want anyone to see you like this.

Of all the fantastic timing, though, the one person you want to run into least of all right now steps into the hallway just as you think that. Loki nods at you as usual, but he stops dead in his tracks when he sees you. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

You shake your head dismissively, trying to physically will yourself to look normal. “Nothing! I’m great. Everything’s good.”

He doesn’t seem convinced, though, and reaches out a careful hand towards you. “Are you sure? It doesn’t seem like everything is good.”

You let out a watery laugh, and that does it. “No, actually, things are terrible. Everyone on the team sees me as a joke.”

Loki frowns, clearly taken aback. “Well, that’s not true at all. I don’t see you as a joke in the slightest.”

“Everyone else, then,” you amend with a messy wave of your hand, “I’ve been trying to convince them to let me on a mission for months and they won’t do it. I know my gifts are damn near useless, but I just want to help.”

“That’s not true,” Loki repeats, “They’re a lot of good, actually, and you know that. You’re the best interrogator they have, even compared to Romanoff. You see through everyone’s lies in a heartbeat, even mine, and I’ve had plenty more time to practice them than most. You can sense a trap or ambush in half a second. They’re fools for not wanting you out there with them.”

You smile weakly at him. “You don’t have to say all of that. Thanks, though.”

“Of course I do,” Loki says blankly, “it’s true, and I need to.”

“Why?” You ask curiously.

Loki swallows hard, looks away, and then you see it again– that faint mist of pink, right over his heart. It’s just like Nat said, isn’t it? Just like that.

He forces his gaze back to you, and you’re shocked by the certainty in his eyes after all this time of ducking around your feelings. “It’s true because I love you, and I would not be able to stand it if you let the rest of them talk you into thinking otherwise. They’re toy soldiers, the lot of them, all the same. They couldn’t see real worth if it was standing right in front of them.”

You smile, and for once it’s not cracked or teary or anything, it’s real, as real as the pink ribbons tying the two of you together. “I love you too,” you say.

“Of course you do,” he replies, but he’s smiling too, and you think– no, you know– that everything is going to be alright.

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dairy-farmer · 1 month

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You remember that new story a while back? About the device that can deliver an orgasm at the push of a button?

I remember.

It's connected to the spine! Gotta hijack the right nerves etc. And the box implant is kinda bulky. Buuuuut~ CONSIDER! :3c

DC technology! Bat paranoia! Tim Robin getting captured one too many times! And driving Bruce to a damn near mental break down! Bruce is shaking, days old stubble, bags that a Racoon would envy under his eyes. The WORKS. Tim has worked too damn hard, pulling this trainwreck together, just to be the REASON he falls apart.

He consents to a tracker.

Bruce falls to his knees and... and hugs him. Is so GRATEFUL. Shaking like a leaf and clinging like he might disappear. Had been braced like he thought Tim would snarl and fight him.

Tim just hugs him back. Pretend not to notice the wet, seeping into his shoulder.

And it totally helps! Batman feels more in control. Knows where he is. Is calmer. It even saves his life a few times. But? Technology gets better and fights get harder. He gets thrown into a wall. Crunch!

Immediate emergency surgery to get the old tracker out. In pieces. Tim nearly gets poisoned too. But NOT having the tracker in? Bruce's anxiety shoots through the roof. He locks himself in his lab. Comes out looking unhinged. Better tracker. Limited bio feedback.

Sure. Okay. Whatever helps, Bruce.

But then? Alien bullshit. They go to deep space. Out of range. Bruce FREAKS. It starts becoming A Thing. Better range. Harder to break. Smaller. Smarter. More compatible. On and on and on. And? Bruce has started leaning on him more.

Tim GETS the Mission. The need to plan for plans within plans. The odd hours and late nights. He's seen Bruce at his WORST. Is his partner.

Is... starting to notice boys.

Develop NEEDS he didn't have before.

Things that Bruce can't control or follow him in. Or at least, is not SUPPOSED too. The anxiety is unbearable. Every punk a vessel for STDs and supervilliany. Plotting to stab Tim or get him pregnant and blackmail him. Alien face eating parasites. League plants. Alternate reality future assassins!

He can't bear it.

But he can't ignore that it perfectly VALID for Tim to have NEEDS.

But... but Tim is HIS. He NEEDS Tim. These distractions are unacceptable and frankly? A problem to be fixed. And really, he KNOWS why Tim is (in his own awkward, charming way) searching out these boys. The potential to "fool around". Feel good. Orgasm.

There was a device patented recently by Wayne Medical. He can vastly improve it with alien tech. Make it unhackable.

Tim doesn't need those boys. Tim has him. The mission. And besides, this is BETTER. Cleaner. Tim likes clean! And THIS way, he can have... can HELP, Tim without crossing that line. It's not like he's TOUCHING anything, like this. So it's better.

This time he put both devices in, instead of just the tracker. It takes a bit longer to heal, since one connects to several nerves. But that just means No Dates and more time with Bruce. Which is nice. Waits for Tim to heal up.

He fingers the innocuous little black clicker. Makes sure to watch on the security feed. Don't want to catch him somewhere precarious, he justifies. And as Tim enters his room, closes the door, he let's his thumb rest on the button. Click.

Watches as Tim jolts, cries out at the new sensation, his legs shaking and then giving out beneath him. Leaving him to ride out the aftershocks on the floor, utterly confused. Bruce drinks in every sound and expression. Clicks again, just to be sure.

Again Tim buckles, a plaintive whine wretched out of him. Brain unable to tell him WHERE on his body the pleasure is coming from, only that it is happening. Legs pressing together, trying to rock and tease, ANY stimulus so things might make sense.

Adorable.

He really does want to tease him. Make him feel so good, he's left brainless and drooling. Bruce decides he was right. This IS cleaner. Better. No disgusting, handsy boys panting and grunting, as they rutt against Tim like animals desperate for their own release. Not a care in the world for Tim's pleasure or duties. Just Bruce.

And he can take care of his Robin. Watch over him. He presses the button again, just to watch his boy spasm in pleasure. It's not WRONG if he doesn't TOUCH Tim. He's just helping. Providing!

And that's what he'll tell himself. Every time Robin gets a reward for doing a good job. Click. Or gets a good grade in class. Click. Or comes to spend time with Bruce instead of those icky, icky DATES. Click.

It's not conditioning! It's REWARDS.

Tim LOVES spending time with him! (Click.) And, of course, he realizes that needs evolve. Not everything can be solved by his clicker. So that's what toys are for. Harnesses and fucking machines. Intimidating at first (Click.) but Tim is very brave and has many needs. They help.

And if Bruce supervises? To make sure he doesn't get hurt? It's purely out of concern! They discuss cases. The days events. Why Tim does NOT need to EVER date and is happy he has such a good Dad. A good partner.

He LOVES his partner, doesn't he, Tim? (Click.)

And if Bruce doesn't need to know, that Tim could have removed both devices AGES ago? That's his business. Tim is out here living his best Wet Dream Life. Mind your business.

-🐼🐼🐼

bruce is the pinnacle of a paranoid obsessive 👀👀👀 and evolving his obsession with knowing where tim is to getting him off fits.

#answered asks #asks #anonymous #brutim

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theold-ultraviolence · 1 year

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so excited for your ficletfest bestie!! i'd love to request mutual pining with eddie!

Since I've Been Loving You • Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: working at the radio station on valentine's day is the worst... • 2023 Vday ficlet fest masterlist

Being stuck in traffic, paying taxes, crying babies in a movie theater, are all things you’d rather put up with than working on Valentine’s day.

It’s the absolute worst day to be working at the radio station. All damn day, answering calls of sappy people requesting love songs for their significant others. You loathe it. And no, it doesn’t have anything to do with people flaunting the bouquets of roses, boxes of chocolates and cards that everyone in the office got except for you. Nothing to do with the fact that all your friends already have dates and they wouldn’t be able to hang out with you.

Nothing to do whatsoever, with Eddie not being here, today, out of all days.

By the end of your shift your lip would be all chewed up and your cuticles peeled back. Your eyes keep flicking from the wall clock to the door of your booth, yearning for his figure bursting in and dropping a selection of his personal picks to play on the radio, like always.

Eddie works in the archives, as one of the curators at the station. He always chooses the greatest records to play, and even has a daily habit of leaving you little notes on certain tracks when he drops off the selection for the day onto your desk. He’s gifted you mixtapes that you cherish as if they’re worth all the gold in the world. His music taste is absolutely exquisite, and he’s so intelligent and witty and funny and handsome, the absolute man of your dreams, whom you’ve been pining for since you started working here, and…and he’d never like you that way.

How could he? Why would he, of all people? No one you ever have a crush on reciprocates your feelings, it’s just something that doesn’t happen to you. And you’re at peace with it now. Plus, what a silly thing it is – to be having a crush at your age. And on a co-worker!? No way.

Still, you cling to whatever remnant of hope you have left to at least see him today. That would brighten up your day immediately.

But your shift soon comes to a close and Eddie’s nowhere in sight.

You grumble when the last ring of the day comes through, fumbling with the telephone cord before picking up the call –

– through the static, a familiar voice tunes in.

“Hey there! the name’s Eddie Munson and, okay, so! I uh, I’d like to dedicate this song to my favorite person ever, who I think might be totally clueless. I’ve been dropping hints, giving them mixtapes and notes and shit – oops, sorry, not supposed to swear on the air.” Eddie chuckles.

Your heart must’ve freaking thrusted out of your chest into the stratosphere.

“But yeah, so, if they check under the pile of records on their desk, they’ll know which song I’d like to request. They’re keen on Zeppelin, so I thought that track was it, ya know. Happy Valentine’s day, babe! This is for you!”

The second he disconnects, you scramble through the box of tapes to see that buried underneath the pile is a copy of Led Zeppelin’s “III”, with a post- it that reads, “track 4” with Eddie’s handwriting on sharpie.

With trembling hands, you put on the tape and flick the ‘on air’ button of your console, speaking to the audience.

“Coming up next! ‘Since I’ve Been Loving You by Led Zeppelin! As requested by our last caller of the day. Safe to say, your message has been received, Eddie.”

You giggle as the track begins to play.

The grin that now stretches your cheeks wide couldn’t be wiped down even if you tried, and all those silly butterflies in your stomach now roam free inside of you, as you listen to the lyrics of the song and realize you’ve been such a fool.

Such a great fool.

Too immersed in denial, afraid of being hurt again, that you were terribly oblivious that all this time, after all, your feelings were returned.

What a wonderful, surreal feeling.

More so, when Eddie finally opens up the door to your booth, with a bouquet of roses and a goofy grin that makes your heart thump — even quicker when he wraps you in a bear hug, murmuring into your hair, “Fucking finally babe!”

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting besties!! I think you're the ones that have been my mutuals for the longest time! Happy Valentine's day, hope you enjoyed this! x

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #gender neutral reader #eddie munson fanfiction #reader insert #reader insert fanfiction #stranger things #vday ficlet fest #joseph quinn #my writing

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kimbapisnotsushi · 1 year

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miscellaneous haikyuu hcs that are scattered to the four winds bc i need to de-stress and i haven't done them in a while

tendou uses hair gel but tells goshiki that every morning he sticks a fork in an electrical outlet and that's how he gets his hair to stand up

goshiki, bless his soul, believes him

tsukishima freaks the fuck out when he learns that tenma asked out akiteru not because he's an overprotective brother or has misplaced resentment for the former little giant but because he's the biggest fucking fanboy of tenma's works

"what do you MEAN udai tenma asked you out what do you MEAN you've never read any of his works have you been living under a ROCK - "

this goes on for a whole hour and akiteru basically gets a free lecture of how amazing his little bro thinks his boyfriend is

when kageyama is really missing his grandfather he goes to the park where they used to play volleyball together and that's where he asks kunimi and kindaichi to meet him so they can finally have the proper conversation they needed in middle school

(i think about this hypothetical scene SO MUCH)

shibayama's parents own a cafe/bakery and the team converges there sometimes to hang out and will occasionally lend a hand

they help decorate it for the holidays!!

atsumu: "hey kita-san, i'm really sorry but i think i've caught updog" kita: "are you okay? do you need soup? tea? medicine? you should go home and take a break, i'll have gin send the notes to you, i'll let coach know - " atsumu, crying to the other second years later: "i can't fuckibg do this to him i feel like a momster"

kita DOES know the joke btw akagi did it to him back when they first met

inarizaki vbc is at war with inarizaki student council btw. inarizaki student council has been trying to steal kita for AGES ever since kita saved their asses in his first year from looking like total fools

kawanishi doesn't look like it but he is absolutely willing to fight for shirabu's right to be a snarky piece of shit

semi, exhausted, after stopping the third person that day from curbstomping shirabu: "kawanishi, why" kawanishi: "i like him like that"

sakunami is the most well-adjusted out of all the first years

at least every single one of them has broken some minor trespassing or breaking and entering law to play pokemon go

terushima is the type to try and show off in front of his crush and whenever this happens every single member of johzenji is determined to make him look like as much of a fool as possible

one day he's talking to komaki yuzuru and humble bragging about how oh so brave he was for his piercings and didn't even feel any pain or whatever and all his friends are walking by like

"hey yuuji thanks for singlehandedly lifting my parents' car out of that ditch they crashed into!!" "hey yuuji i heard you rescued twelve orphans from a burning house the other day!!" "wow yuuji i can't believe you steered an airplane after the pilot lost control and saved thousands of people!!" "hey yuuji remember that time you took on a whole gang of robbers and knocked out all of them??"

they are so fucking stupid i love them so much

reon is one of those early risers and tendou WILL throw a pillow at him if he doesn't shut off his alarm within five seconds of it going off

if it's winter and tendou has kicked all his blankets off then reon will carefully tuck him back in before leaving the room, flareon plushy included

reon has the BEST sweatshirt collection btw. they're comfy and have neat designs and everyone ends up wearing one at some point or another.

i love reon guys he deserves so much more love

kogane is a hopeless romantic and has a list titled "dream date spots" in his phone's notes app. there is an addendum at the end of the list in parantheses that says "must actually ask out sakunami first in order to go to dream date spots". kogane hopes to erase that addendum soon.

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jjkamochoso · 27 days

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hii I love your choso stories!

if you haven’t done a story like this already and your requests are open, could you do something about dancing in the kitchen with choso for the first time? I imagine it to be full of giggles because they’re both nervous but in love ahh 🥹

and if you don’t want to, I totally understand! 💖

Hi oh my gosh thank youuuu!!! You’re so sweet🥺❤️🫶 this is such an adorable idea, I hope I do it justice with this! Enjoy :)

Half Curse, Half Human, Whole Lotta Dancing

Choso x gn!reader

Fluff

Warnings: none

Choso was running late.

He could’ve sworn he planned this better in his head but everything had gotten out of hand.

“Yuji! I need you on cooking duty! I have to shower!”

Choso had a great, lowkey date planned for you and him. He was making dinner, your favorite food you had mentioned on your previous date, but his timing had been off all day. He was tied up earlier helping take down a special grade curse, then all the grocery stores in the area were out of a specific ingredient needed in the dish he was making. When he finally got home to his apartment, it was hours later than he had given himself to start preparing. You were supposed to be over in 20 minutes and he was almost out of time.

“Yuji!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming! Geez.”

Yuji emerged from the other room, texting with one hand and grabbing the spatula from Choso’s hand with the other.

“I got this, Choso. You go… do whatever you need to do to stop freaking out.”

“Thank you!” the elder brother yelled, hurrying to get ready.

When he was all washed up and dressed, he checked the time. He had 2 minutes left before you were supposed to get there and he breathed a sigh of relief. He really liked you and didn’t want to make a fool of himself, especially so early on in your relationship.

“Food’s good to go. I’m hanging out with Fushiguro and Kugisaki until you’re done. So I might be sleeping over with them if you’re sleeping over with y/n,” Yuji said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Choso reached over to punch him, but Yuji was too fast and moved out of the way. Before anything else transpired, they heard a knock at the door.

“Y/n’s here and you need not to be,” Choso said, guiding Yuji to the door and opening it.

“Hey y/n!” Yuji greeted you, “I’d like to stay and talk but my mean older brother is kicking me out.” He extended his lower lip into a pout and you fake scoffed at Choso who was standing in the doorway.

“Big meanie Choso, huh? Don’t worry Yuji, I’ll talk to him for you. Knock some sense into the guy,” you said, ruffling Yuji’s hair.

��Both of you ganging up on me? I should’ve seen this coming,” he said, exasperated, as you and Yuji laughed. The younger brother bid you goodbye as you entered the apartment complex, giving Choso a big hug.

“Mmm! Something smells delicious in here!” you exclaimed, following your nose into the kitchen. Your date trailed behind you, timid about his attempts to woo you with your favorite food.

“I made your favorite,” he said, getting plates together, and your eyes widened in excitement.

“Choso! You shouldn’t have! Thank you so much, this means so much to me!” You gave him another big hug and even though he hadn’t ate yet, he felt full.

“Please, take a seat.” He pulled a chair out for you at the table. “I’ll serve you.”

When he set the plate in front of you, your mouth immediately watered. Tasting it was even better. Dinner was absolutely incredible and you two fell into easy conversation while eating. You spoke about what had happened since the last time you went out, how today was, and swapped funny anecdotes. When dinner was over and dessert was finished, it was time to do dishes.

“Since you cooked such a delicious meal and worked so hard, I’ll do the dishes,” you said, trying to take his plate, but he wouldn’t let you.

“Uh, no way. We’re on a date, it’s only right that I do it all for you. You deserve to rest,” Choso argued.

“You deserve to rest, too! You did all the hard work earlier. Besides, it sounds like today wiped you out. I’d like to help out in any way I can.”

You admired his selflessness and stubborn nature, but sometimes he did too much for other people and not enough for himself.

“Alright. We’ll both do them. I wash, you dry.”

“I wash, you dry, then we have a deal,” you countered. Choso could tell you weren’t backing down and he secretly appreciated your willingness to help him, even if it was something so insignificant as washing dishes. While he cleared the table, you put on some music to help make the chore go by faster. Rolling up your sleeves, you got straight to work. Pan after pan, fork after spoon, you scrubbed away, absentmindedly humming along to whatever song was playing and moving a bit to the beat. You didn’t notice Choso was staring you during all of this. You had put him in an almost trance-like state; he couldn’t get enough of you and the way you moved your body to the music. His heart was pounding in his chest as he thought about the kindness in your gesture of helping him clean up and he wished he could cook for you and wash dishes with you every day for the rest of his life. All of a sudden, he realized he was jealous of the way you, looking so effortlessly attractive and purely bewitching, were holding cutlery instead of him so he decided to do something about it.

“Dance with me,” Choso blurted out, startling you from your task at hand.

“What?” you asked incredulously. Choso was a man of few words, but the ones he chose to use, he spoke with such conviction and earnestness that no one in their right minds could turn him down. You especially, because in this moment, with soap bubbles flying around him and the kitchen light flickering ever so slightly, casting an ethereal glow over him, Choso had never looked more beautiful.

“Dance with me. Please?” His voice wavered on the second request but you had never been more sure of something in your life.

“I would love to.”

Choso took the soapy cutlery out of your hands to be dealt with later while you grabbed hold of both ends of the towel he had around his neck and pulled him in closer to you, smiles lighting up both of your faces. He placed his hands on your waist and you inadvertently jumped at the feeling of his still-wet skin, water slowly trickling down your sides.

“I’m sorry! I forgot to wipe them off,” he confessed sheepishly, pink tinging his cheeks while he anxiously used the dish towel that lay around his shoulders. You smirked deviously.

“I’m so getting you back for that!” In a flash, you reached behind him to scoop some leftover bubbles from the sink. The iridescent spheres now had a new home on the slope of his nose. All of a sudden, you both started giggling at the absurdity of it all as Choso took you back in his arms to sway to the music. He hadn’t had much experience dancing, much less with someone else, but thankfully, watching all those romantic comedies with Yuji had finally paid off as he had learned the basics of what to do. You were a mix of emotions as Choso gently indicated for you to do a little spin—nervousness, of course, was something you felt, but at the same time, you had never been more comfortable in your life. He had such a way of making butterflies appear in your stomach but an instant later it was like they were freed, flying far away and leaving no indication that they were ever there in the first place. As you spun back in and felt his gentle grip return to your body, you noticed that neither of you could help the big grins that wouldn’t fade from your faces.

“God, we’re so cheesy, aren’t we?” you laughed, “it’s like we’re in a movie or something.”

“If this was a movie, I’d give it a 5 star review on Letterboxd.”

You raised your eyebrow at him.

“You know about Letterboxd? You’ve been hanging out with Yuji too much.”

“You’re right, I have been. I’d like to spend more of my time with you, if you’ll have me.”

You broke his gaze, looking away shyly while exploding internally. Nervous Choso was adorable, sure, but this smooth version of him was certainly a force to be reckoned with. The upbeat tempo of the current song faded out and was replaced by a slow melody. Both of you tensed up, unsure of how the other was feeling.

“Do you… want to keep dancing? I know I do.” You hated how meek your voice sounded but you were so desperate to continue your romantic evening with Choso. Luckily for you, it seemed he had run out of suave comebacks— he was absolutely craving the chance to keep you so close to him so he nodded eagerly to your question.

“Y-yeah, I do too.”

You shuffled in closer to him as you two settled into a slow, steady rhythm. If your face felt warm, rest assured, his was BLAZING hot. Choso had dreamt of the moment he could slow dance with someone near and dear to his heart and now that it was finally here, he couldn’t wait to savor the experience. He wished he could bottle his memory of this dance, how radiant you looked, your e/c eyes filled with adoration as they found solace in his own deep brown eyes. If he died tomorrow, he’d die as the luckiest man in the world for having shared this dance with you. Your thoughts were mirroring his as well. There was nothing that could’ve made this night any better. Feeling Choso’s loving embrace, seeing him look upon you with such fondness— it was better than anything you had dreamt up all those nights thinking about him. As the song came to an end and the playlist was over, you two barely noticed, too enraptured in each other, love and yearning practically oozing out of you both. You noticed yourselves leaning in even closer, noses grazing and gazes never faltering until Choso’s eyes flickered to your lips and back up as yours did the same.

“May I kiss you?” he practically whispered, not wanting to ruin the tender moment.

“Please do,” you mumbled, equally as quiet, and Choso wasted no time placing his plush lips on yours. It took all of your strength and willpower not to have your knees buckle and melt into a puddle on the kitchen floor as he expertly slotted his mouth onto your own. Your hands moved into his hair, tugging slightly, but not ruining his perfectly placed buns, and he let out a content groan. In return, his hands found their way up your back as he held you tight, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. When you eventually broke out of your loving embrace for air, you both felt flushed and out of breath, almost panting from your now swollen lips. Feeling giddy, you and Choso started giggling again, grateful to have shared such an intense yet gentle natured kiss. As you were catching your breath, you lifted your fingertips to softly trace Choso’s mark on his face, his eyes fluttering shut once more, relishing your touch.

“You’re so beautiful,” you muttered, really taking in all of his features as you admired him up close. He had surprisingly long eyelashes that rested on his pale skin. The dark circles around his eyes were prominent and ever so enticing. If you could only choose one thing to remember for the rest of your life, you think it would have to be what you’re experiencing right now because it truly felt like heaven on earth. It didn’t matter if you were in an apartment kitchen with layers of peeling paint around you or if you were in the Palace of Versailles—Choso was the most exquisite thing you could’ve ever laid your sight on.

“You stole my line,” he replied cheekily, a kind smile seemingly permanently etched into his features. You gave him a playful tap on the chest, rolling your eyes.

“Fine. I’ll be beautiful, you’ll be irresistible. Deal?”

“That hardly seems fair to you, darling, but it’ll do for now.” He shot you a wink and you could’ve sworn your heart stopped then and there.

“Dancing with you was fun, we should take a class for our next date! Maybe salsa?” he suggested.

The only salsa you were interested in was the one that goes on chips, but there was no way you could turn down his big puppy eyes. You just hoped he would buy sturdy shoes with a solid toe—you were going to be stepping on them a lot next time you hung out!

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j0eyj0rdis0n · 7 months

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i have a request that I’m not sure you’d want to do but, it’s a school a/u. How would the creeps be if they got high at school with their s/o 🐈

LOVE this idea!! Only using the mature creeps!

HIGH AT SCHOOL - CREEPS SCHOOL AU:

JEFF THE KILLER:

Doesn't smoke a whole bunch and certainly doesn't get that high

You have to remember he has a football career to think about!

If he got drug tested he'd be absolutely fuckkked

If/when he's high at school, he's a total fool. Cracking jokes, acting stupid, the works.

JANE THE KILLER:

Doesn't smoke since she's in choir

She thinks it damages your voice

Honestly effects her ability to think and focus so she doesn't like it

If she were to get high she'd be a mess. She'd have no clue what to do with herself. She needs to sit the fuck down and do nothing until it wears off

NINA THE KILLER:

Smokes socially!

Only at parties or with friends

Absolutely doesn't smoke when she has to cheer, she wants her head in the game

Doesn't change all that much when she's high at school. Just a bit more talkative!

KATE THE CHASER:

Stoner. She smokes all the time.

Like I said before she's rather reserved and quiet with her achievements and work. It's the same thing with this. You can probably tell by the way she dresses but she won't tell you unless you ask all the right questions

But! Since she's literally a track star, she makes sure to do breathing exercises and extra warmups so she's still in great shape

Exactly the same as always when she smokes at school. She's high a lot so she's gotten used to having to focus

CLOCKWORK:

Only smokes with the proxies (kate,toby,tim,brian)

Like Kate she does all the breathing and extra warmups before basketball games or even practice. She puts out her A game

But when she's in the art rooms? Oh girl is high as fuck.

If she smokes with the proxies before school, she'll make her way to the art room to be alone and let her creativity flow.

"TICCI" TOBY:

STONERRR. Just look at this man. He smokes for sure.

Probably smokes before games but it doesn't effect his performance at all

Loves smoking with the proxies, honestly loves sharing a joint with anyone if they ask! Super chill about it

Just like Nina, he just gets more social when he smokes! Also such a giggler when he's high

TIM/MASKY:

Not really a weed smoker but avid cigarette smoker. We already knew that though

But if he is smoking weed, it's in small doses and only around the ones he trusts

I feel like he freaks out when he smokes weed. Hallucinates and all that

It's almost like he's on crack when he's high at school. Probably scratching his arms a lot, looking around trying to catch the hallucination before it disappears

BRIAN/HOODIE:

Another stoner. Like he's up there with Kate in the level he smokes.

High all the time, even during the championship baseball game. He's still throwing strike after strike and being the ace player

Hosts parties after games too, you better bet there's joints for days there. Wax too.

Like I said, high all the time. So he's pretty normal, super chill and laid back. Doesn't effect his performance at all

EYELESS JACK:

Only smokes when Nina's around since she only smokes socially. He's pretty much the same

Also just a weekend smoker. He doesn't like how it clouds his head when he's trying to focus on schoolwork.

He's an honor student after all. He has to keep his mind in it

Struggles when he's high at school. All the words seem to morph together on the pages and his head is all cloudy. He just feels like he needs to take a nap and try the day all over again

THE PUPPETEER:

Probably the one who smokes the absolute most. Again, look at this man.

He says it helps his creativity flow, but I don't know how much I'd believe that

Doesn't share his stuff at all though.

Kinda like Toby he's a giggler, but more on the chuckle side? Cracks some jokes but he's not all that much different since this pretty much is normal for him

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bexleyfix · 1 year

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Dirty Pool, Doll...

(Revisions complete!)

WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY (NO MINORS) NSFW... swearing, smoking, fluff and stuff, angst, smut, sexual content, oral sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up, fools!)

Relationship: Eddie Munson x Y/N (friends to lovers), Vickie, Robin, mentions of Nancy and Steve, etc.

Copying, translating, or posting my work on any other platform is expressly forbidden. I do not give my permission.

🤘

"Senior year officially sucks!" I plopped down across from Robin and slammed my head on the lunch table. "I can't wait for this year to be over so I can finally be free of this shithole."

"Seriously, Y/n? The school year just started. It can't be that bad. Stop being so dramatic."

I lifted my head. "That's easy for you to say, Robin. The majority of your classes are spent with people you can tolerate. Why can't I have more than two classes with you, Vickie and Nancy? I mean... I'd even take Munson for Christ's sake?"

I looked over at the infamous freak table. There was Eddie, chewing on his pretzels and laughing at whatever the Hellfire peanut gallery was discussing. (Damn, is he handsome)

"I mean, I never really talk to the guy except for a hello here and there, but at least he's not an asshole. I swear, if I have to spend one more minute taking shit from the dick bag jock brigade I'm gonna unleash. They're really testing my inner bitch."

I snuck another look at Eddie. He and his buddies were nice guys. I loved Mike of course, and all of his friends. And Eddie may've been known to most as a freak, but I found him to be quite charming... and incredibly adorable. Something I've managed to keep to myself for almost two years. (Or so I thought)

My gaze lingered a little too long. Eddie looked at me and I quickly averted my eyes. (Shit, I hope he didn't notice me staring) I couldn't help but look over again and saw that he was still looking at me, this time with a smile. (SHIT! He did notice) I turned my horrified gaze back to Robin pretending nothing happened.

"Well, you shouldn't have quit band. Then you'd have another class with me. Plus, you're gonna miss the band trip this year."

"Yeah, well... if the band director didn't act like a total Nazi dictator during practice I may've stayed." I took another quick peek at Eddie. He was giggling, having turned his attention back to his previous conversation.

"Well, Y/n, you know I love you, and I wish I could help, but my hands are tied. All I can say is, try and crawl out of your shell and make nice with people so you can at least get through classes without having a nervous breakdown. Hey, isn't Keith in one of your classes? Hang out with him."

"Really, Robin? Keith? It's bad enough we have to work with him. He won't stop staring at me with his mouth open. It's creepy. And I'm pretty sure I saw him eating pencil lead in Biology the other day, so..."

"Ok, so no Keith."

"No Keith."

"Well... I'm out of ideas."

I slammed my head back down on the table and whined.

I didn't fit in with any particular clique. I'm not popular, but I'm also not labeled a loser. I'm kind of in the middle. Mainly because my core group of friends consists of Vickie, Robin, and Nancy. We're all from different walks of life so we get along with most people. Vickie's been my friend since kindergarten. She and Robin became friends freshman year during band, and last year, by some bizarre twist of fate, Robin and Steve Harrington became inseparable, he's super close with Nancy, so there's that. We all loved being around each other, but our schedules this year were practically polar opposites. And I wasn't exactly a 'social butterfly'. I'm painfully shy unless I know someone well, so I pretty much keep to myself.

Now, the jocks... well, they're in a social class of their own. Chrissy Cunningham is super sweet and never gives me problems, but the others... what a shit show.

I love Metal and Glam bands, which is evident by the many pictures of my favorite musicians plastered all over my book covers and inside my locker. I also wear a lot of band t-shirts. That's part of the reason the jocks give me so much shit. That and my all-around lack of girly appearance. I wasn't hard on the eyes, but I was a tomboy. I also made a huge mistake last year. A brief obsession with Depeche Mode resulted in me cutting off all my hair, which kinda made me look like a boy, so that earned me some torment. It's grown enough to where I'm able to style it again, and I did start wearing lipstick this year, but that was as girly as I got.

"No, you're right, Robin. I just... you know I don't have an easy time talking to people."

"Hi, ladies! Sorry, I'm late. I got held up in Clarke's class. Nance has a school paper thing so she's not eating today." Vickie set her lunch on the table and sat down next to Robin. "What's with her?" She asked, noticing my melancholy expression.

"Oh, you know. The usual. Classes without us, her lack of social skills, the jock jackoffs."

"Ah, I see. They still givin' you shit?"

"That's an understatement. And I have Clarke next period with ALL of them. It's a nightmare."

The bell rang signaling the end of lunch. "Well, off to Hell. I'll see you guys later." They waved at me with sympathetic looks on their faces as I headed to my next class.

●●●●●

I was sitting at my Biology table, listening to my Walkman like I always do, waiting for class to start. I'd just about finished doodling a Megadeth logo on my notebook when my headphones were knocked down my forehead. I looked over to see Jason and his goons laughing at me. I turned in my chair so I was facing him. "Touch me again, Carver, and I'll break your fucking arm."

"Ooooo... I'm scared, Y/l/n." Jason laughed again and sat down. Chrissy gave me a look of concern. I could tell she wasn't ok with what Jason was doing. I gave her a little smirk to let her know I was fine when I heard a gravelly voice chime in from behind me.

"I wouldn't test her, Carver. I'm pretty sure she can kick your ass." (What the fuck!) I turned to find Eddie standing next to my table. He smiled at Chrissy and my heart sank. (Figures... he likes the pretty cheerleader... Wait!... He wasn't in this class. What was he doing here? What the Hell was happening right now?!)

"Oh, is that so, Freak?" Jason got in Eddie's face.

"Sure is... go ahead, find out. I'd love to see her break your arm. Ooooo, but then how would you play your precious game of balls and laundry baskets?" Jason pushed Eddie hard causing him to stumble backward. I started to get out of my seat to intervene. Luckily Mr. Clarke walked in before anything else could happen.

"Alright Class. Everyone settle down." He shot Jason and Eddie a look.

"You're lucky, Freak," Jason whispered.

"Go fuck yourself, Carver," Eddie spat back as Jason went back to his seat. Eddie leaned over to me. "This seat taken?"

"Uh, no... no." He smiled at me and sat down, leaning over to look at my doodle.

"Megadeth... nice!" He flashed me the Megadeth patch on his vest and smiled. I smiled brightly meeting his huge, gorgeous, brown eyes then looked away bashfully. I was still very confused by... well... everything, so I turned back to him.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I whispered.

"Oh, hi Munson, good to see you," he whispered. "Hey... thanks for coming to my rescue back there. That was very kind and manly of you." His words were dripping with sarcasm. He just smiled at me and turned to his books. We continued in hushed voices.

"Alright, smartass... I didn't mean it like that." He winked at me, causing the butterflies in my stomach to do summersaults. I looked down at my notebook, hoping the flushed feeling in my cheeks wasn't visible. "What I meant was... you're not in this class... so why are you sitting here?"

"Turns out I need one more science class to graduate. I refuse to be a 4th year Senior, so I dropped study hall and picked up Biology."

"Oh... cool..." I smiled to myself. "And by the way... I didn't need rescuing. I'm a black belt in Taekwondo, but I appreciate the gesture."

"I know..." he whispered. I looked at him shocked, but his attention was fixed on Mr. Clarke.

"You... you do?!"

"Of course." Still no movement.

"Wha... HOW?"

He turned his head my way and smiled. "Y/n... Doll." He emphasized the word 'Doll' with a cock of his head and a smirk. I lifted my brow giving him that 'what the fuck did you just call me?' look. "I've been secretly stalking you in the hopes of one day catching you unaware and locking you up in my sex dungeon." I blinked dramatically and my eyes went wide, but his inability to keep a straight face was my assurance that he was joking. I smiled, shaking my head, and glared waiting for the real answer. "The Taekwondo place is right next to the gas station. I see you there all the time."

"Ahhhhh, well, I guess I dodged a bullet." I let out an exaggerated breath and feigned wiping sweat from my brow.

"So does this mean you're not interested in being my sex slave?" His smile was ridiculous, and he tapped my arm, chuckling at my seemingly unamused expression. "I may be a freak, Doll, but contrary to popular belief, I'm not a sadistic deviant... unless you want me to be." He flashed me a wicked smile and wiggled his eyebrows.

I snickered and shook my head. "There's something seriously wrong with you, Munson." I couldn't help but smile. His deep laughter was so enticing.

"Well, it got you smiling, so I'd say that's a win." I nodded and returned my attention to my notebook. (Jesus, when did it get so fucking hot in here) "And by the way, I'd never offer you up to the wolves like that if I didn't know you could fight," he trailed off. "Although... I was kinda hoping you'd beat his ass. I would've loved to see the look on his face." I just laughed.

"Ok guys... we're having a lab today, so pair up," Clarke announced.

My anxiety reared its ugly head. No one ever wants to partner with me in this class. I always get stuck with Keith. I looked over at him, and sure enough, there he was, chewing on his pencil, staring at me. He stood up and started to walk over. (No... no, no, no, no, no, no!) Eddie must've noticed the look of fear on my face.

"Sorry dude... Y/n agreed to be my partner today." Eddie chimed in before Keith could get a word out.

"I did?" He bumped my knee with his. "Yeah... yeah, I did... sorry, Keith."

"Whatever," he said and walked away.

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks," I said.

"No problem, Doll... and they call me a freak. Nice enough dude, but he takes creepy to a whole new level." I laughed and nodded in agreement.

We managed to get through class without any more issues from the douchebag convention, and when it was over we cleaned up our equipment.

"Lemme walk you to your next class... you know... in case Carver and his cronies want to try anything."

"I appreciate it, Munson, but it's really not necessary."

"Not for your protection, Doll... for mine." We both laughed. "Come on," he waved for me to follow him. I threw my bookbag over my shoulder and ran after him.

We got quite a few looks from people as we walked down the hall together, and by the look on Eddie's face, it didn't go unnoticed.

He leaned over to me. "You sure you wanna be seen with the town Freak?"

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "Fuck these people, Munson. It's so childish. I'm very aware that you're not some Satanic, Devil worshiper." He smiled brightly at my words.

"Yeah, well...you're one of a select few." He said bashfully. All of a sudden Eddie was pushed from behind and slammed into a set of lockers. Jason came out of nowhere and got right in Eddie's face.

"Not so tough now, are ya, Freak! WHAT THE...!" I grabbed Jason by the arm and locked it painfully behind his back. "What, you need your freaky little girlfriend to fight your battles for you, Munson? OW, FUCK!" I pushed Jason face-first into the lockers and tightened my grip. Everyone in the hall was watching the commotion as Jason tried desperately to free himself.

"Hey, I'm a lover, not a fighter. And she makes her own decisions, Dick!"

"He's not the only one who's sick of your shit, Carver. Now... unless you want me to make good on my offer, I suggest you and your goon squad leave us, and the rest of the Hellfire Club, the fuck alone... that is... unless you want the entire school to know that you got your ass beat by 'Munson's freaky little girlfriend'." The words just spilled out, I didn't even realize what I said 'cause I was so pissed.

"Yeah, ok, ok! Whatever, you crazy bitch!" And with that, I let him go and glared at him. He straightened himself up, and he and his cronies ran in the opposite direction. When I spotted Chrissy my expression softened and I mouthed an 'I'm sorry', but she just smiled and followed after them. I turned my attention back to Eddie.

"Sorry about that. You ok?"

"Are you kidding?! That was fucking Metal, Doll. Did you see his face? Totally worth it." He shot me a wink and we smiled at each other. To my surprise, he threw his arm over my shoulder. "Thanks...," then he leaned in close and said jokingly, "freaky girlfriend." I smiled shyly, and we continued walking to my next class.

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The rest of the week was absolutely amazing. Eddie entertained me every day in Biology, he started walking me to all of my classes, we'd make faces at each other across the cafeteria, and then sneak to the woods to have a cigarette before class. And the best part... the jocks had finally backed off. Sure we got seething glances from Carver and his dick bag friends, but that's where it ended.

On Friday after school, I was walking with Eddie to his Hellfire meeting when we ran into Robin and Vickie as they were leaving the band room. We said our goodbyes to Eddie and he headed around the corner, but not without throwing a wad of paper at my head before he vanished. I opened up the paper to reveal his messy scribbles and smiled.

Play pool with me tonight after Hellfire. 8 o'clock. I'll pick you up.

Eddie

"What was that about?" Vickie asked.

"Nothing... he wants to play pool tonight."

She chuckled, "Does he know how ridiculously good you are?"

"No, he does not." I smiled slyly.

"Well..." Robin started. "We're going to get a coffee before I have to be at work. Wanna join?"

"Absolutely!"

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The three of us made our way to the local coffee shop. We grabbed our drinks and sat down at a table in front of the building.

"God, aside from lunch, I feel like we haven't seen you in ages."

"Yeah... I'm sorry about that, Robin. I had Keith change my schedule this week so I could work on my car with my dad."

"Ah, well... you need to have a phone put in your garage then. I was starting to get worried when I couldn't reach you."

"I'm so sorry. You know I hate to worry you." I gave her a big hug.

"I see you've been spending a lot of time with Munson." Vickie shot me an accusatory smile.

"Yeah, well, thank God he picked up Biology. We've become pretty good friends. That reminds me. The jocks have finally backed off! I think Carver realized I was serious about fucking him up. I'm actually glad I lost my shit." They both laughed.

"I still can't believe I missed that. It's about time someone put that asshole in his place." I nodded at Robin. "I'm also glad you took my advice and stepped out of your shell. It's nice to see you're not miserable anymore. And Munson seems like a good dude."

"Yeah, well... he's the one who initiated conversation. He's so sweet, and surprisingly easy to talk to, and super funny. I'm constantly in stitches. He even walks me to all my classes." The thought of him was making me giddy. I looked down and smiled, biting my lip.

"Oh... my God!"

"What?" I realized my mistake and tried to play dumb.

Robin gave Vickie a swat on the arm. "Do... do you have a thing for Munson?!" I'm pretty sure I was blushing. "You... you do, don't you?!"

"I FUCKING KNEW IT!" Vickie yelled.

"NO!... I mean... I really wouldn't call it a thing..." I was shifting uncomfortably in my chair, unable to look them in the eyes. "He's just... he's really sweet, ya know? Not the crazed, Satanic lunatic everyone makes him out to be... I don't know..." I trailed off, picking at my coffee cup.

"Oh... oh, Wow! You know you can't play dumb with us. You're a terrible liar."

Vickie started on me again. "I mean, I thought I caught you staring at him a couple of times, but... Wow!"

"Shut up." I looked down at my cup again. "Yes, I stare at him... a lot... but... well, look at him! He's a gorgeous metalhead, and you know I love me a metalhead... but... it's not like he's interested in me. I think he likes Chrissy. He's always smiling at her." By the looks on their faces, they could sense I was disappointed. "We're just friends. We enjoy each other's company. He likes that I treat him like a human being."

"Oh... oh honey... no." Robin continued. "I see the way he looks at you."

"Wait... WHAT?!"

"Well... you know nothing gets past me. I see it all the time!"

"You DO?!"

"Well... yeah."

"W-why haven't you ever said anything?! How long has this been going on?!" I was hysterical.

"Since Junior year," Vickie said nervously.

"JUNIOR YEAR?!" I yelled. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

Robin continued. "Yeah... well, it started with just glances here and there. I didn't think anything of it... and then... I started to notice it a lot more."

"L-like, when?"

"Well... at first it was just at lunch... then I noticed it when we all had Algebra together... then whenever we were at the arcade... and at the Video Store." She winced, waiting for my reaction.

"Jesus, Robin! I can't fucking believe this! I'VE BEEN DROOLING OVER HIM FOR ALMOST TWO YEARS!"

"Yeeeeeeaaaaah... Harrington picked up on it too."

"Oh... well... that's just fucking great! Why the hell didn't anyone tell me?!"

"We wanted to, but... when you started to get all that shit from the jocks, we just thought..." she hesitated for a moment, looking at Vickie, "we thought adding Munson to the mix would've made things worse for you."

"Oh, Robin... you know I don't care about that shit!"

"I know! I'm sorry... we were worried about you."

I sighed heavily and grabbed each of them by the hand. "Look, I don't blame you guys. You're my best friends. I love you both, and I know you've only ever looked out for me... I'm just... I'm kicking myself right now. I didn't mean to take out my frustration on you guys. I should've made a move earlier. I just... I never did because I thought for sure he had a thing for Chrissy!"

"Oh no, Hon... he's nice to most girls. He's always been like that... and um..."

"And, what?!"

She exhaled heavily. "Well, a while back, Nancy overheard Mike and Eddie talking. Eddie was telling Mike how pretty he thought you were, but he was afraid to approach you because he didn't think you would waste your time on 'The Freak'," Robin held up her fingers in air quotes, "of Hawkins High. Mike told him you weren't shallow like that and told him to go for it, but..."

"But WHAT?!"

She shuddered before continuing. "He noticed how the jocks treated you too. Like us, he didn't want to make it worse." I pressed my fingers to my temples. I felt like my head was about to explode as I processed all this new information. "But... m-maybe he changed his mind about that. Now that I think about it... it would explain why he asked me what science class you were in." She immediately slapped her hands over her mouth realizing what she just said.

"He did WHAT?!" They both shuddered at my reaction.

"I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry! Please don't kill me." She pleaded.

I just waved it off, leaning my head back over my chair, and covering my face with my hands. "Oh... my God." I sat bolt upright. "I just had an epiphany... it all makes sense now."

"What?... What makes sense?"

"His decision to take Biology... his behavior... why he stood up for me... why he wants to walk me to my classes... why he's so touchy with me."

Robin and Vickie exchanged confused glances. "Um... what're we missing?"

"He caught me staring at him at lunch on Monday!"

"So."

"SO! He... he caught me staring... and, and, and... I tried to hide it by looking away, but when I looked over again to see if he noticed he was smilingoooooooooh, shit!... He knows! That's why he finally started talking to me! He was testing the water. That was his IN."

"Well... that's good, right?" Vickie asked.

"What?!" I shot her a horrified glance. "I... I don't know! I mean... yeah it's good, but... SON OF A BITCH! I've just wasted the last year and a half pining for no fucking reason!!! I could've been with him this whole fucking time! What the hell am I supposed to do now?!"

"Uh... first, you're gonna calm the fuck down, then you're gonna go home, put on something HOT, and go get you that metalhead you've always wanted."

I nodded at Robin in agreement. I shakily grabbed a smoke from my bag, lit it, and took a drag trying to calm my nerves.

"Guys... I'm sorry. You know how much I love you and Nance, but I'm gonna be absent a bit longer." I got up quickly, pulled them both into a hug, and smiled. "I have a LOT of lost time to make up for." And with that, I ran like hell to my car.

"TELL YOUR DAD YOU'RE STAYING AT MY PLACE THIS WEEKEND!!!" Robin shouted after me, smiling.

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I was sitting in my room on my bed. My leg was going a mile a minute. I was so nervous and excited. I took Robin's lead and told my dad I'd be spending the weekend at her house. This was nothing out of the ordinary so he didn't question it... but I had other plans. I decided to throw on my pleated, plaid skirt, a short, navy blue, low-cut, tank to match, and my Docs. I styled my messy pixie cut and put on my raisin-colored lipstick. Then I heard it, Eddie's van pulling into the driveway. I looked out the window, grabbed my bag, and bolted downstairs. I yelled bye to my dad and ran outside before Eddie could make it to the door.

"Hey, Doll. Where's the fire?" I don't know what came over me but I was compelled to give him a big hug, which I'd never done before. I think it kinda threw him off, but he went with it and held me close. (God, he smelled so good) "You alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Let's get outta here." I ran to the van.

"Ok?" He opened the passenger door for me and walked around the front of the van to get into the driver's seat. Once he'd closed the door, he just... looked at me. I must've seemed mental. "You sure you're ok?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm... I'm good. Just... excited to play."

"Alright, let's go then." He shot me a smile and started the van.

When we got to the arcade we claimed an empty pool table, and Eddie went and got us something to drink. I picked out a pool cue and checked it for balance, chalked it up, and racked the balls.

"Damn... done this before?" He set our drinks on the table.

"Um, not really," I lied. I didn't know what I was going to do, but I was determined to have a little fun with him. "I've played a few times with the girls and Harrington, so I picked up the basics."

"Ok... you wanna break?"

"Uh, no... you go ahead. I kinda suck at that." (Where the hell was I going with this?)

"Alright... prepare to be schooled by the master."

I just laughed. "You're on, Munson."

We played a few games. He was really good, but not as good as I was, which he had yet to discover. Then I made a split decision that would most definitely change the dynamic of our entire relationship, or lack thereof.

"Dammit, Munson! You won again."

"Yeah, well... there's not much to do in this boring ass town but get high, drink beer, and do shit like this." He smiled that gorgeous smile. (Here goes nothin')

"Care to make it interesting?"

"What'd you have in mind, Doll?" He was genuinely intrigued. He lit a cigarette and took a drag.

"A friendly wager."

"I'm listening," he said, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

"Let's keep it simple. If I win, I get to ask something of you, and if you win, you get to ask something of me."

"Ok? What are we asking for?"

"Whatever... just... keep it a secret. That way neither one of us feels compelled to throw the game."

"Fair enough. You got a deal." We shook on it.

I smiled slyly. "Rack 'em," I told him.

"As you wish."

I started to play a bit better, still not to my full potential, but enough to where I had one ball left and he had a shot at the 8. He placed his cigarette between his lips. "Here we go, Doll. 8 ball, corner pocket."

I lit a cigarette of my own. He shot me a wink and bent down to line up his shot. He looked so sexy with the cigarette hanging from his pouty lips, and the smoke billowing in front of his face. I put my cigarette between my lips and immediately walked to the pocket at which he was aiming. I leaned my hands on the corner of the table and bent down slightly. He was just about to shoot when I leaned in more, using my biceps to push my boobs together so he had a good view of my cleavage. When his eyes caught sight the stick slipped from his grip and he knicked the side of the cue ball, missing his shot. He didn't move. He just stared at me in disbelief as I gave him an evil smile.

I straightened up, grabbed my pool cue, chalked it up, and took my shot. I sank my last ball with ease. Then I went for the 8. I called my shot. "Side pocket." I moved around the table in front of him, brushing my ass against the front of his jeans, and I bent over the table to line up my shot. I could feel the hem of my skirt lift slightly as I did so. No doubt he was staring at my ass. I took the shot, and the game was over. "Wooooooooo," I threw my arms in the air victoriously. "I win!" He looked at the ground chuckling, and shook his head, then peered at me through those dark lashes.

"That was dirty pool, Doll."

"Why, Mr. Munson. Whatever do you mean?" I went to the little high-top table, grabbed my drink, and took a sip like nothing happened. He walked over to me, hands in his pockets, and stood a few inches in front of me, still staring. His eyes were incredible. All I could do was stare back, frozen in place.

"You know exactly what I mean." He took his hands out of his pockets, put them on my waist, and slowly backed me into the wall. "You hustled me... and you cheated."

My head was spinning. His eyes were boring into mine. "I... I did no such thing."

"Oh?... so you didn't just pretend that you have no skills, or flash those perfect tits of yours making me miss my shot?" His eyes veered toward my chest before meeting mine. His body was pressed completely against mine, his lips lingering inches from my face, and his fingers at the edge of my shirt brushing my skin lightly.

I shook my head slowly. "Nope... I won fair and square." He laughed slightly and backed away leaving me breathing heavily. (FUCK!) I could feel the wetness starting to pool between my legs.

He sat at the table, propped his elbow on it, and rested his chin in his hand. "Alright... if that's how you wanna play... what are your demands?" He continued to smile knowing he wouldn't win this battle.

"Well... first I'd like to know what you were gonna ask for... had you not had your ass handed to you."

"You really wanna know?"

"Wouldn't have asked if I didn't."

"Alright then," he straightened up on the stool and laced his fingers together resting them on his lap. Then he lifted a hand and beckoned me over with one finger. I obliged and walked to him slowly until I was standing between his knees. I gave a startled squeal as he lifted me by the backs of my thighs and sat me down on the edge of the pool table. I started laughing. Eddie rested his hands on the table on either side of my hips and looked down at my face. "I uh... I was gonna ask if... if you uh... if you wanted to be my freaky little girlfriend." I just smiled as he spoke, looking down at my lap, blushing.

"Oh. Well, that's... that's too bad... 'cause, um... 'cause I probably would've said yes. Sucks for you, huh?" I teased, then looked back up at his face.

"Oh yeah? Well, if you would've said yes... I was also gonna ask if I could do this." He practically whispered his words and moved in closer between my legs. I could feel his cock starting to get hard through his jeans as it pressed firmly against my now-soaked core. He took my face in his hands and placed his lips on mine. It started soft, and then he pulled my head closer, deepening the kiss as he shoved his tongue in my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck and tangled my fingers in his soft, curly hair as we crushed our faces together. When he broke the kiss we were both breathing heavily. He wrapped his arms around my waist and held me close, still looking at my face as I continued to play with his hair.

"So, um... what else do you want from me?" He wiggled his eyebrows. I let out a hearty laugh.

"Well... a couple of things actually."

"Huh. Is that so?" He leaned in and whispered in my ear. "And, uh... what would those things be?"

"Well... I'd like to ask you a question..." He just waited. "Do you really think my tits are perfect?"

"Uhh..." He looked down at them, cheeks flushed, and licked his lips. Then his eyes met mine. "Doll... what're you trying to do to me?" He did look like he was having a really hard time holding back.

"I'm asking the questions, Munson... answer," I whispered the demand.

"Uh," he started laughing nervously. "I can only imagine how perfect they are... and... I've imagined them... a lot," he confessed. "Like... A LOT, a lot." I smiled bashfully. "And, Doll?"

"Yeah?" I whispered.

"That ass of yours..." he sucked in a breath of air and furrowed his brow emphasizing his approval, "now that's the money maker." He smiled at me playfully as I laughed.

"Eddie?"

"What, Sweets?"

"We've wasted so much time."

He looked genuinely confused. "How do you mean?"

"I mean... what I really want... is you." He looked at me completely shocked.

"Me?!" I gave him a nod. "How so?" God, he was oblivious.

I rolled my eyes and sighed before I continued. "Eddie... how should I put this?" I placed my hand on the back of his head and pulled it forward so I could whisper into his ear. "First off... you look like you just pissed yourself," he immediately looked down at his crotch in horror, "and the reason for that... is because I'm not wearing any underwear." He lifted his head. I had his attention now. "Secondly... my dad thinks I'm at Robin's all weekend... soooo... I want you... to take me to your place... 'cause I've been crazy about you for almost two years... and we need to make up for lost time." I placed a small wet kiss just below his ear lobe, let go of his head, and leaned back to look at him. The look on his face was priceless. Then I hopped off the pool table and ran like hell to the van. He was chuckling devilishly, and not far behind.

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When he pulled up to his trailer he jumped out of the van and threw open the passenger door. He scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder before kicking the door shut. Then he ran with me into his trailer. He carried me back to his bedroom and threw me onto the bed. I watched him with excitement as he removed his jacket and shirt, jumped on top of me in crazy Eddie fashion, and peppered my skin with a bunch of little kisses. He had me laughing so hard. When he stopped to look at me I stopped laughing and gazed into his dreamy eyes.

"Watching you prance around in this outfit tonight... I wanted to bend you over the pool table and take you right then and there." I could not help but moan. He leaned down and kissed me like it was his last day on Earth. He licked a trail down my neck before stopping at the crook and sucking a mark into it, then he trailed gentle kisses down my chest as he used the tips of his fingers to gently pull down the straps of my shirt and bra until he freed my breasts. He just hovered above me staring at them.

"My imagination did not do you justice, Doll. You are... so beautiful." He leaned down and took one of my breasts into his mouth and started massaging the other. He made sure to pay the same attention to each one. I tangled my fingers in his hair trying not to moan like an idiot as he tongued at my sensitive nipples. He removed my top and my bra completely then licked a hot, wet trail down my stomach, making his way to my aching core. He lifted my skirt and sat back on his heels covering his mouth with his hands as he gawked. "Jesus, Doll... so incredibly gorgeous. I can't believe I did this to you." I smiled at him, chewing nervously on my thumbnail as he admired me. He could hardly contain his excitement as he stared at the huge wet spot between my legs. He crawled back up my body and gave me a gentle kiss before slowly disappearing back below my waistline. He leaned down, placed his arms under my thighs, and rested his hands on my stomach. He took one more look before plunging his tongue into my folds.

"Oh... my, God!" I couldn't control my whimpering. I reached out to either side of the bed and clenched the sheets in my hands as he worked me over. My chest was heaving, my body shaking as his tongue touched all the right spots.

"Mmmm... fuck... you taste so fucking good." He continued to lick and suck at my clit. Tiny flicks with his tongue were enough to make me fall apart.

"Eddie!" I managed to breathe out. "I'm... I'm!"

"Come on, Doll. Cum on my face." He continued his torturous movements and the knot in my stomach came undone.

"Uhhhh... God! EDDIE!!! FUCK!!!" I couldn't control my breathing as he devoured everything my body was giving him. When he sensed the end of my high he placed a soft kiss on my folds, wiped his mouth with his hand, and crawled back up my body to claim my lips again. We wrapped our arms around each other breathing each other in.

To his surprise, I rolled him onto his back and straddled his lap. He started laughing and brought his hands to my face, rubbing my cheeks gently with his thumbs before bringing me down for another kiss. I worked my lips down his cheek to the sweet spot under his ear. "Oh, Doll... that... that feels good." I trailed more kisses down his chest. His skin was so warm and delicious. I placed a kiss on his tattoo and flicked both of his nipples with my tongue, making him shiver. I licked a trail down the hair on his abdomen before undoing his pants. His cock was so hard it was difficult to unbutton his jeans. When I finally got them undone I pulled down his zipper and started to pull down his pants. He lifted his hips ever so slightly so I could pull them off the rest of the way.

I was staring, mouth agape in complete awe. He was truly blessed. "That's what you do to me, Doll."

"Looks like I wasn't the only one going commando." I shot him a devilish grin before taking his length in my hand and plunging my mouth onto him. He let out the most delicious sound I'd ever heard. I took him out of my mouth and licked a thick stripe from his balls to his tip before going down on him again. I took him so deep my nose touched his trail.

"Ohhhhhh, FUCK! You... you're gonna have to stop that... or I'm not gonna last much longer." His breathing was uneven. I gave him one last lick, removed my skirt completely, and climbed onto his lap. I put my hands on his chest and rubbed his cock through my wet folds before I sank onto him. It was painful, but a good pain. I leaned forward and rested my forehead on his as I got used to his size. He wrapped his arms around me, hands flat on my back. "You alright, Doll?" I just nodded, eyes closed, assuring him I was ok and started to move.

The sounds we were making were downright pornographic. He cupped my breasts in his hands, taking them into his mouth as I rode his magnificent dick. I straightened up and arched backward starting to pick up the pace. He grabbed me by the hips and squeezed.

"You are so fucking sexy." He sat up to meet me, grabbed my face, and pulled my lips to his. Wrapping his arms around me and resting his forehead on my chest, I threw my arms around his neck and held him close as I continued my movements. "I... I can't fucking believe I'm inside you right now... mmm... mmmhhh."

"E-Eddie... this feels so right." He looked up at me. I grabbed his face and smashed my lips to his, then rested my head on his shoulder, hugging him so tight. I couldn't hold him close enough. He could sense my need for him, so he laid back down pulling me with him, and rolled me over so he was on top. He was being so gentle, savoring every feeling, making sure I knew how he felt. I wrapped my legs around his waist, still hugging him close as he made love to me. He kissed me tenderly as he continued to bury himself deep inside me.

"I'm... I'm so close, Doll. Cum with me?" And that's all it took. I nodded and buried my face in his neck as the sensation overtook me.

"Fuck, Eddie... EDDIE!!!" I dug my nails into his back, still not letting him go.

"Shit... uhhhh, HOLY FUCK!!!" He emptied himself into me as my walls squeezed tightly around him. We lie still for a moment trying to catch our breath. He wrapped his arms around me, kissed my neck, and sighed heavily. "You... are so amazing." He squeezed me tighter like he was afraid I would disappear. I kissed the side of his head and held him. And then it happened. I started to cry.

"Oh, Doll," he lifted his head and looked at me with concern in his eyes, "no... no, no... don't cry... please don't cry." He rolled off of me and sat up pulling me to his chest. He held me close and rocked me, running his fingers gently through my hair. I was so fucking happy, but I couldn't stop the tears. I grabbed at him desperately and tried to hold him even closer. "Shhhhhh... don't cry... shhhhhh." He kissed my head.

"I'm... I'm sorry... I'm just..." I lifted my head from his chest so I could look at him, "I'm so fucking happy." I crashed my lips to his, before speaking again. "I've wanted this for so long, and... and I could've been with you this whole time. I'm sorry if I ruined the moment. I don't mean to be a blubbering mess. I'm just... so happy." Niagra Falls still poured down my face.

"Hey, hey, hey... stop." He grabbed my face in his hands and chuckled playfully. "You're such a spaz... but it's so cute." He smiled so brightly, and I just laughed. He wiped the tears from my face with his thumbs then kissed my forehead tenderly and cradled me against his chest. "We both messed up... but better late than never, yeah?" I nodded. "I've finally got you... and only you have the power to end this... 'cause I'm never letting you go."

"Oh, Eddie... I'm really sorry to say this... but," I looked up at him and he looked like his heart was about to break, "unfortunately you're stuck with me." His expression eased. He dropped his head and let out a huge sigh of relief. He met my gaze again and lifted his eyebrows.

"Dirty pool, Doll." Then he smirked, poked me in the side making me squeak, and pulled me down with him. We were both laughing now. He laid on his side and pulled me against him. I buried my head in his chest as he held me close.

"Eddie?"

"Yeah, Doll?"

"I love you." He smiled into my hair.

"I fuckin' adore you, Y/n." He laughed again. "Does this mean you'll be my freaky little girlfriend?" I nodded into his chest, laughing happily.

"Good... 'cause I love you too much to let you go."

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teenage-mutant-ninja-freak · 11 months

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Helloo!!

I saw your witchy s/o post while looking into the tmnt tag and I'm so freaking happy someone finally wrote for a reader that practices witchcraft!!!!

If it's alright with you, and if you accept asks (I tried to look for rules but so far saw what you don't write) could I have the tmnt bois (especially Leo) with a witchy s/o that works with deities and dragons?

If not then it's totally fine! Hopefully Tumblr doesn't eat my ask so have a good day!

abso-fucking-lutely!!!! this is so fun and as a folk practitioner who works with deities this is right up my ally. If it's ok with you, I'm not gonna include dragons as that's not a practice I'm familiar with and I wouldn't want to get anything wrong. But deities I can do! I'll switch up the deities each time so there's something new with each of these as well.

Leo

"Can't, sorry, Loki said the vibe is off" you begin to leave the room and Leo is just following you like "What vibe? Who's Loki? Why is he telling you no?"

you're shuffling tarot cards and the fool pops out so you say, looking up, "I get it babes, please don't interrupt my reading like that, though" and Leo is so confused like "I din't say anything" and you just say "Not you, Loki"

eventually he tries to play into it like "Would Loki be ok if we didn't smoke cleanse the house today?" and you're just like "...yeah, I guess. But if you start feeling ill soon you'll know it's because he's pissed at you"

Leo does start feeling sick so you tell him to make an offering

he's never felt more stupid that when he pours wine into a glass on your alter but he soon feels better again and it freaks him out that it worked

"So he's a trickster god?" lots of questions like this and each time you're just like "Yes, he's a trickster, no he isn't going to hurt me, yes he fucks with me sometimes but it's all in good faith"

Raph

You wake up from a really bad nightmare

"I thought your Goddess was supposed to have power over dreams?"

"She does, something must be wrong"

you look in your offering cup and the wine has fucking moulded

"ah shit, it's mouldy. Better get her a new one"

after that you have peaceful dreams

you come home with a bunch of white roses and Raph is all "are those for me?" and you politely have to let him down and tell him they're for Selene

any time Raph has a bad dream you joke that it's because he's fallen out of favour with the Goddess for how he's treated you

fast forward to a time you and him get in a big fight and he has the worst sleep/dreams of his life for a week straight.

he comes crawling back to you practically begging you for forgiveness.

Selene gets a big offering after that

Mikey

You're clearing a space in his room for your alter since the two of you moved in together

"I need a large space, Hades like a big alter"

"What's he compensating for?" Mikey jokes

and you just shoot him this look like "Don't fuck around when it comes to him"

not even 10 minutes later one of his drums breaks

you're just like "serves you right"

you come in one morning with a cup of coffee and Mikey gets all excited like he's about to get breakfast in bed and you have to tell him that it's for Hades who likes his coffee black.

kinda freaks Mikey out when you hold a funeral for each of the dead rats you find in the lair but you have to remind him "I'm a death witch and I worship the lord of the underworld. What else am I meant to do?"

Donnie

honestly he mostly just leaves you to it

he's pretty good with his hands so when you told him you worship Artemis he made a clay stature of her for your alter

you told him he'll be in her good books after that

that night Donnie caught 10 foot clan soldiers

"well, she is the Goddess of the hunt... I told you she was happy with you"

He really takes an interest in your devotional activities

always asking questions about why you do that or the significance of this

#tmnt #witch series #witch s/o #witch so #witchy s/o #witchy so #deities #deity worship #witchcraft #tmnt x reader #tmnt imagine #tmntxreader #tmnt donnie #tmnt mikey #tmnt leo #tmnt raph

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a-forbidden-detective · 3 months

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Karaoke love

This is written for @flashfictionfridayofficial with the prompt #FFF238 Take my hand and for @fluffbruary February 2 prompt : engagement | scent | jam

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Beware of manga spoilers for the latest chapter. This is exactly 1000 words. I was totally into it at the end. I hope the ending makes sense. Heh!

Toto takes a shot from his whiskey glass, easing himself up. It’s his turn to sing. The screen monitor shows the song that he’s chosen awhile back. The truth is his singing is only confined to the four corners of the flat and his shower cabin in Asakusa.

Ron mentioned once that his love for singing in the shower is one of the rare times when Toto lets himself go apart from his innate resoluteness. But come to think of it, Ron didn’t say much about the quality of his singing voice, Toto has only been just self-conscious ever since that incident that he never sings anymore whenever he stays at Ron’s apartment.

Who suggested going to the karaoke bar anyway? Ah, it was Kawasemi-san. Today is the last day that he’s going to be in town and coincidentally his birthday that for all intents and purposes, Dr. Mofu asked him what else he wanted to do in Tokyo before going back to Aichi.

They rent a private room at the Karaoke Kan in Shibuya. The shop became famous when it was featured in a Western film in the early 2000s about two Americans, who found each other amidst the backdrop very alien to them: from food to cultural references. The premises have become a Mecca for tourists.

The whole gang is here. Amamiya, who tags along these days, and Dr. Mofu didn’t have the time when they went to Kamakura for sightseeing two days ago. So, they made sure that they were present this time around before sending Kawasemi-kun back to Nagoya. The only one who’s missing is Spitz, who cannot leave London at the moment and is disgruntled with a dash of envy in his body when he finds out their plans.

“Ack, Tototo! I am going to miss your performance. Ron-kun says that he has a rock ‘n’ roll singer living in his house.” Toto laughed when he heard this.

Should Toto stand up?

An arm gathers around him, as if grounding him. While the hand holds his shoulder, firm and yet tender. Toto turns to his left; Ron’s blue eyes confront him. Relax.

“Y-yeah…” Toto has calmed down a bit.

The first notes of a raunchy electric guitar surge, he poses to belt out the text that flashes on the screen.

“I'm an alligator/ I'm a mama-papa comin' for you / I'm the space invader / I'll be a rock 'n' rollin' bitch for you / Keep your mouth shut … Keep your 'lectric eye on me, babe … Press your space face close to mine, love / Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah!”

His friends are fired up, hooting at the way Toto playfully sings a David Bowie song. Chikori-kun’s admiration skyrockets to 200 per cent. Her eyes scream of glowing stars. Kawasemi kun sings along. He knows it by heart and has been a Bowie fan. He’s so glad that Toto made a little research about him. Dr. Mofu’s face breaks into a giggle as she stops conversing with Amamiya, who cannot stop smiling. Toto, gyrating before her very eyes, has transformed into another person. And Ron? He’s looking at Toto with his hungry eyes, his hands won’t stop rubbing his thighs clothed in loose jeans. He then places his right hand into his pocket and reaches for a small box inside, feeling glad that he hasn’t lost the engagement ring.

You deserve all the good things in the world, Toto!

As the Tokyo police officer hits the end notes, Toto bows to the delight of his friends clapping and whistling on his way.

“Thank you so much!”

Ron hands him a glass of water and half-hugs him when he’s already seated.

“You did well, Toto!”

Toto mouths his thanks as he downs another glass when the next song starts to play. Chikori kun can’t stop herself from gushing when he notices that Ron stands up.

Oh, he’s next. Toto is darn curious now. He knows that Ron can sing really well as expected of him.

“Wise men say / Only fools rush in / But I can't help falling in love with you / Shall I stay? / Would it be a sin / If I can't help falling in love with you?”

All of a sudden, the whole room turns quiet. No one claps, nor whistles. As if a magician does his trick enchanting the audience. Everyone is glued watching Ron does his interpretation of a popular Elvis Presley song.

Toto is fastened on his seat, mouth agape. Ron is looking at him, his intentions are clear. His heart beats faster, aware of his surroundings and the four sets of eyes that are focused on them.

“Take my hand / Take my whole life, too / For I can't help falling in love with you…”

Ron sits next to Toto and seizes his hand. He begins to speak.

“I am glad that our friends are here to give me support and witness the promise I will say here today. Too bad that Spitz isn’t around but he already knows my plans.”

Toto’s face is red now not because of the alcohol but specifically because of Ron, who is in front of him, who is now removing an object from his pocket.

“Toto, I know that it is all so sudden. But, after all the things that happened between us, I believe that there is an understanding that we can’t live without each other and instead prepare to die together if we are faced with a choice, are you willing to be my partner for life? Will you marry me?”

Toto’s mouth quiver, why hasn’t he never thought that this day will come? Ah, that’s why he can never be as good as Ron when it comes to sleuthing.

He then grabs Ron’s face and in front of everyone kisses Ron, his fiancé. Without remorse nor embarrassment while their friends say their congratulations.

“Yes!”

~ fin ~

#kamonohashi ron no kindan suiri #ron kamonohashi #totomaru isshiki #ron et toto #rontoto #rkdd fanfics #rkdd fanfic idea #my fanfic stuff #flashfictionfriday #flash fiction #flash fiction friday #fluffbruary #fluffbruary 2024 #fff238 #take my hand and take my whole life too!#take my hand #engagement #the whole gang #is here but spitz

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hayleythesugarbowl · 7 months

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Hey, would you consider writing headcanons for Thomas Barrow if he had a teen sister reader? Similar to the being friends with one. Maybe about their home lives before Thomas was employed at Downton, their relationship, when Thomas went to war, and if (when old enough) sister reader joins her brother at works at Downton.

Also, loved the Thomas Barrow series! It was so sweet and very well written 😁

Would really appreciate it! Don’t worry if not! Xx

thomas barrow & teen!sister!reader headcanons

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • thomas barrow masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

a/n: thank you so much for this request!! thomas is actually my roman empire and I love writing for him. I’m currently in s2 in my rewatch and I’m in love with him all over again. anyways I’m so glad you liked my thomas series that makes me so happy and i hope you enjoy this too <3 also I don’t usually add cuts for my headcanons but these ended up being rather long so read them after the cut !! 🍒💋

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being thomas’s teen sister would include…

ok so…

thomas definitely read to you when you were to little to read on your own

he once scared you so much that you were sure you were going to get eaten by the monster in the wardrobe

and he had to sleep with you in your room for a week after that

as you got older he became so freaking protective of you

he would take the blame for your mistakes

and secretly pass you all his desserts

he would tell you everything that he wouldn’t tell anyone else

like how he wasn’t interested in any of the girls in your village

when he went off to work at downtown you cried for days

and he looked away as he left so you couldn’t tell that so did he

he would write to you every week

so much so that—

“fancy that, thomas has a sweetheart”

“well there’d be a first, no he’s writing to that sister he’s so fond of”

“oh leave off, o’brien, i can write to whoever i like”

he would try to hide his troubles from you in his letters but you could always tell that something was the matter

when you got the news that he had to go to war, you couldn’t eat or sleep for weeks not knowing what was happening to him

and amongst his prayers to live every night he prayed you were safe at home

when he was taken off the front lines and sent to be a medic at the hospital you were so relieved that you convinced your parents to let you go visit him

you gave him the biggest hug of his life and he didn’t let you go

when you became old enough and expressed your interest thomas got you a job at downton as a maid

he probably got some other maid fired in order to do it but we just won’t talk about that

anyways once you got there he made it his job to teach you everything you’d need to know

and make sure you were taken care of

all of the other servants loved you from the moment they met you

mostly because thomas is a different person when you’re around

“i’m sure thomas’ll find some way to scheme his way out of it and make me look like the fool”

“not anymore, he’s gone soft now hasn’t he? what with that sister of his around. rubs off on him, i reckon”

you become close friends with Anna

and, when she begins working there, Baxter, who you’ve known since you were a kid

you two definitely complain about and tease Thomas much to his dismay

he’s totally walked in on you telling a story about him from childhood and had to endure teasing for weeks

“…and his britches just ripped right down the center.”

he always, after much pestering on your part, confides in you about everything

(jimmy, his job, richard, guy)

and values your ‘young, bright opinions’

you made him mittens once and he wears them whenever he can

even though they ‘itch like the devil’

one time one of the footmen showed interest in you and thomas went full older brother mode on him

and you assured him you you didn’t need his protection

until he jilted you and you let thomas give him a piece of his mind and hold you while you cried

you read the papers together and you love hearing his commentary on everything going on in the world

if something’s bothering you he’ll get it out of you one way or another

“go on, (y/n), you can tell your brother thomas”

and he actually gives really good advice

he recognizes how he doesn’t know how he’d go on without you sometimes

and how even when no one was there for him you were

thomas just cares for you so much

and (even though he’d never admit it) loves you more than anyone or anything else in this world

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed this!! have a lovely day babes <3🩰🪐

#thomas barrow x reader #thomas barrow x teen!sister!reader #thomas barrow #downton abbey #downton abbey x reader #x reader #reader insert #fanfiction #fanfic #headcanon

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danganronpafan777 · 7 months

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I see your request are open soooo

Dra boys x child reader where mitch kicks a football and it hits y/n in the face please. Just thought it would be kinda funny

Idk why, but having to imagine Y/n getting hit for every scenario kept making me think of this video lmao

#StopY/nAbuse

I say with like 20 Y/n angst requests-

Mitch Higa:

He would never hurt you on purpose, he can only pray that you know that, despite your young age

The two of you were kicking the ball back and forth, and thanks to a distraction, which was totally not a group of girls awing at him and you, Mitch ended up kicking the ball a little too hard...

POW!

The moment he realized what he did, he immediately felt awful.

"SHIT! Y/n! Wait- Forget you heard that! I'm sorry! Does it hurt?"

He has no idea how to really help, so he just begs for forgiveness and gets you an icepack. Mitch decides to get you some icecream and VIP access for his next big game.

"Thank you, big bro!"

"Haha...Yeah... Let's just not mention this to our parents-"

Haruhiko Kobashikawa:

Mitch may be his friend and idol, but he was still pissed that you were hurt because of him.

"Y/n!! Are you alright? Does it hurt?? MITCH! What the hell, dude!?"

Haru's first priority is comforting you, which means getting you an icepack and a lollipop he stole from Kanata (Probably with your help-)

Kiyoka, Satsuki, and Teruya help cheer you up! Mitch apologizes multiple times, and Haru personally forgives him pretty quickly, but he won't make you if you don't want to

He tries to be more aware of your surroundings, and tries to keep you away from anything dangerous for a while, but eventually gets hit in the face himself

Teruya Otori:

He was NOT expecting it in the slightest. One moment he's talking about making new clothes for you, and the next, you're crying on the ground, clutching your face.

"AAAAAAH! Y/n!! Wha' happ'nd!?"

Teruya frantically runs to your side, and as Mitch runs over, he finally realizes what happened. He's angry at Mitch, but slightly understanding since it was an accident. He mostly feels mad at himself for not being able to protect you, but he knows basic first aid, so he helps you with that.

He thinks you should forgive Mitch, but won't push it. When your father found out about what happened, he spoiled you with practically the whole store.

Per your father's wishes, Teruya tried to keep a closer eye on you from then on, letting you help him and the sunshine quartet prank Mitch in revenge

Yamato Kisaragi:

"Y/n!! Ohmygosh! HELP!"

Anytime you're hurt, Yamato immediately freaks out and yells for help, even if you were barely scratched. His fears vanish after a few moments, but he still keeps up the silly act for you.

Sure, this wasn't his first time as a big brother, but he wasn't the kindest to Mikako when she was your age, and he won't make that mistake again. If he has to make a fool out of himself to show how much he cares about you, or even make you giggle a bit? So be it.

If you're still crying after some time, he'll make a show of hitting himself in the face with a football, too.

He'll lecture Mitch whether you'll there or not, but forgives him quickly, and will not hesitate to beg or give puppy dog eyes if you still refuse to accept Mitch's apology after a couple days.

He makes you a tiny safety robot to help watch your surroundings when he's not there (And also when he is there but he wants to look strong in front of you-)

Utsuro:

He had to be greatly distracted for his divine luck to not prevent this, and even then, he's still in shock for a few seconds after the ball hits you

"...."

He doesn't say anything, quickly checking you over and making sure you don't have a concussion. (Not like he'd have any idea how to help you outside of his luck in that situation)

Mitch apologizes, already hearing the boss music and older brother instincts from Utsuro kicking in.

"...apologize to Y/n. Not me."

He obliges, getting down on his knees at one point. Utsuro leaves it up to you to forgive him or not, but either way, Mitch loses almost every soccer game he's in for months afterword

Kakeru Yamaguchi:

"A-Ah! I-It's okay, Y/n! It was an accident, r-right!?" He reassures you, trying to give a comforting smile. (But it looks terrifying, and Mitch thinks Kakeru's about to kill him)

Mitch can only rapidly nod his head, getting an icepack. Even if the injury is minor, Kakeru would still bring you to Kanata to be extra safe.

You're soon smiling again as your Big Sis Kanata gives you a lollipop

He still feels bad about not being able to prevent something like this, so he'll basically give you anything you want for the next few days. You reassure him that it wasn't his fault and you love him, but you'll still accept his offers to carry you-

Kinji Uehara:

"...! Y/n, it's alright... Shh...I'm here..."

He's caught off guard, but is quick to calm you down. He keeps his voice soft and gentle, reassuring you that it would be alright, while also checking for signs of a concussion. Kinji will definitely bring you to Kanata just to be sure.

As long as Mitch apologizes, Kinji forgives him, and believes you should as well. Even if it's your face that's hurt, he'll offer to give you a piggyback ride to help make you feel better

He'll lecture Mitch later and have him properly apologize to you, but until then, he'll spoil you with attention

Yuki Maeda:

"Y/n! Hey...! It's okay, just show me where it hurts..."

He's sent into a panic at first, but relaxes a bit upon realizing it's nothing serious. He's moderately annoyed at Mitch, but calming you down is his first priority.

He's not very experienced in first aid, so he'll get an ice pack if you ask for one, and would take you to Kanata if you show any symptoms of a concussion.

Yuki forgives him within the day, and advises you to do the same since it was an accident. He reassures you that he will make sure nothing like this happens again

You wrap your arms around your big brother, and he hugs you tightly, promising himself to be more aware from now own

Tsurugi Kinjo:

Tsurugi was always protective over you, scolding his classmates any time they tried to prank you, and almost killing a man after he tried to kidnap you

The moment that ball hit you, Mitch knew he had to either start running or beg for mercy

So you have chosen... DEATH.

If you started crying, Mitch would be ending up in tears as well by the time Tsurugi is done with him

Your brother won't resort to violence, since it was an accident and he was his classmate, but Mitch got the scolding of a lifetime

Even in twenty years, Tsurugi would still be salty about this.

His overprotectiveness only increases and you start to worry that one day he won't let you outside-

#dra #danganronpa another #dra x reader #teruya otori #tsurugi kinjo #haruhiko kobashikawa #mitsuhiro higa #dra utsuro #utsuro #kakeru yamaguchi #kinji uehara #yuki maeda #danganronpa x reader #yamato kisaragi

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blue-the-hedgehog · 9 months

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I’m a freaking fierce Sterek apologist and most of the time I could bite anyone who tell that Stiles is with anyone else but Derek…BUT SOMETIMES I have this creeping Idea that the Hale pack ( like what should be the Hale pack with everyone alive) is just a big polymorous polycule that’s had everyone,aside of their own couples and trouples, just revolved around Stiles, because he is everyone crush! Well not EVERYBODY is actually romantically attracted to Stiles but at least one person of each polycule is (almost).

Last year of high school students and professors where now quite used to the strange dynamics of a very specific groupe of student.

First it was the two power hetero couples : Lydia and Aiden, the couple looked perfect, like greeks statues and they were fierce and the archetype of high school’s couples.

You also had Erica and Boyd, the two had made talk at first because how Erica bombshel Reyes could be with Vernon Stoic Boyd? But soon enough people had seen that their was something in this couple that made total sense and that they were actually quite a good fit for each other.

Secondly you had the polycules: the « sweet square » , as they been called by Beacon Hills high’s student because it was just all of the cute student of the whole high school,composed of Allison, Kira, Scott and Isaac. Not everyone understood how they fit in the polycule, who was with who? Until they discovered that everyone loved everyone and that it was working perfectly. They were blinding people with the happiness and cuteness radiating from them each time someone saw them all together cuddling.

On the other hand existed the « holy triangle », Jackson, Ethan and Danny. The trouple had Ethan at the center of their romantic relationship (even if it never stop Jackson and Danny to hook up sometimes). The three of then always made girls squeaked when they walk the halls either because they were the sexiest boys or because they were like fanfiction’s materials.

Thirdly you had the two classic (not totally) gay couples: Mason and Corey where the absolutely cutest couple. Always smiling, always sweet with each other. A total cute puppy love. Almost an anomaly in this groupe of weirdos.

Next to them you had the chaotic couple Liam and Theo. Always bickering, always throwing insults to each other or sometimes litteraly fighting with their fist but beware the fool who allow himself to insult one of them, the other would distroy the impudent!

Fourthly you had the free spirits, the free electrons: Malia who still had some difficulties to keep with human ways and who was hooking up with mostly Scott and Parrish, Cora who loved peoples but couldn’t stay with just one person because it was to much for her at this point she was mostly hooking up with Lydia or sometimes Isaac, Hayden was not always here since she had moved from town with her sister she would have this relationship with Liam but everyone knew that she had a boyfriend back home

So everyone in high school or even in Beacon Hills was used to those dynamics but the thing that was difficult to understand was: How does Stiles Stilinski fit into all of this?

It was usual to see Lydia took suddenly Stiles arm and kiss him unashamedly in the middle of the hall, staying the day with him will Aiden was doing his little life with his friends or even gave a friendly pat in Stiles’ back. People who walk through the hall would often cross Erika pulling him into a full mouth kiss, her against the lockers him pull against her. Then she would hold his hand possessively, sometimes Boyd would hold the other hand of the sheriff son other time he would hold Erica’s. During Lacrosse practice Isaac would be stuck against Stiles sometimes holding him from behind his head on his shoulder and kissing softly his cheek while whispering in his ear making him blush. Allison would sometimes kiss him in the corner of his mouth as she walk past him as they went from one class to another (it was more of a platonic love then a real relationship for them) Scott was the puppy who would pass days following his best friend around, Kira would give him hugs and soft kisses on his cheeks because the boy became her bestfriend . Sometimes Jackson could be seen in the boys’ lockers, his forearm near the brunette head Stiles’ back against his own locker both of them kissing in a kind of hungry aggressive way, Danny would flirt with him just to tease him and Ethan would eat alone with Stiles to take some advice on how to handle being in a throuple with two bestfriends. Mason, Corey and Liam were like the three puppies that Stiles protected, it was a kind of mother/son love in their case. If they were in need of advice or just wanted to have someone to confort them they would run straight to him. And when they will do something stupid or dangerous he will just yell or give them the biggest sarcastic answers possible. Stiles was a caring guy yes but he was also the biggest bitchy person in this town. But you could see that Liam had like this monumental crush on Stiles, People in town would saw Theo and Stiles argue violently at the coffee shop and ten minute after that they would make out in the dark alley next said coffee shop, kind of the same love/hate relationship as the one with Jackson but more chaotic because who knew that Jackson Whittemore would be a softie sometimes. Malia would suddenly kiss Stiles in the hall of the school or in town and just walk away like it was just a normal thing to do, Stiles would walk away the same with a « hey Malia », the Stilinski’s neighbor would see her crawl to Stiles’ window every now and then but their relationship is more healthy now. Cora as a Hale would so exactly the same climbing to the window, to have some cuddles party or more sometimes but their relationship was softer than anyone could have thought, it was little hands brushing in the halls, little kiss on the cheeks when they are out. Stiles is litteraly like Catnip for the Hales. Hayden was pretty much in the same relationship with Stiles than Corey and Mason, he was like a bitchy mom and would call her anytime he could to check on her.

But everyone could swear that the eighteenth boy had someone that could be called a boyfriend. A black camaro was often park in frond of the school, with Derek Hale waiting for Stiles. Said young man would run to him to through himself at his neck and kiss him like they where separated for months. And the majority of the time the older one would throw hard threatening looks to anyone coming near his boyfriend , some people could swear that they heard him growl like a big dog.

Slowly one new unexpected couple had appeared in town: Peter Hale and Chris Argent. The two where like fire and ice and still they seem to be madly in love with each other in their strange way.

And when Stiles get to his 25 yo those two familiar faces where add to the pictures. Peter Hale seems to have a deep relationship with his nephew's boyfriend. Yes it was weird for the people outside because really, the four remaining Hale?! The sheriff’s son was really this attractive for them?! They would go to library or debate coffee. They would talk quite happily about things that the mundane couldn’t understand. And the man would walk with his hand on the small of Stiles’ back or arms in arms. Peter would kiss Stiles’ head tenderly. Sometimes Chris Argent was with them. His hand between Stiles' shoulder blades. It was more platonic but the man would throw death glare everytime someone would laugh at the three or them or when someone would bump hard on Stiles in the street.

And everybody whispered questions like: Does the sheriff know about what his son is up to? Do they are a kind of cult and Stiles is the guru? How doeos Stiles can hide to his clearly really possessive boyfriend (cause those hickeys and bite marks on his neck could only be his) the fact that he have relationships with so many people?

One Day as Stiles and the whole pack (the sheriff and Melissa included) where celebrating Stiles' Birthday at the Jungle, because where this many people could fit in this town exept for this club, plus Danny knew the boss well, a foolish young man came to dance with Stiles. His body against the his back, touching his hips and trying to hit on him, he thought that this pretty boy belong to a lot of people so why not him. And that's when all of Beacon Hills’ citizens would know that Derek knew quite well that his mate had relationship with other pack’s members. But he didn’t mind as soon as some rules where followed. And this guy didn't seemed to listen when Stiles tried to push him off and didn't follow the rule one : Be a pack member. The Alpha werewolf leaped to them and pushed the guy away like he weight nothing, snarling and growling at him as he pulled Stiles against him. Soon all the others would come to protect their pack mom, each of them brushing against Stiles back or arms to get rid of the stranger's smell on him. Stiles easily made them calm down. Melissa, Noah and Chris would look at this display of possessiveness with shaking heads and laughs.

And people learned since this: Stiles Stilinski was not just a horny guy who would make out with anybody in the back of his boyfriend. He was in a real poliamourous dynamic (And maybe a cult, really they where all living in the Hale house for a few years now, totally a cult).

This night, after the party Derek would write on his laptop the rules that people had to follow if they wanted to apply for a place in the policul.

Rule to be Stiles Stilinski lover

Rule one: Be part of the pack

Rule two: Nobody except Derek Hale have the right to mark Stiles Stilinski

Rule Three: Always listening to Stiles and how he his feeling, never force our need on him.

Rule four: Only Derek Hale can touch Stiles Stilinski's neck

Rule five: Stiles Stilinski is Derek Hale's mate, Don't try to ask Stiles Stilinski to marry you.

Rule Six: Stiles Stilinski have the priority on Derek Hale's Time, it works the other way too. If you plan on taking my time you will disappear.

He looked at his screen before he snorted and closed it. It would certainly piss the Sheriff if he printed that and put it everywhere in town. Stiles would love it tho...

#teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #sterek #hale pack #everyone love Stiles #Stiles is the pack mom #but also everyone lover #Derek is still a possessiv mate #Stiles fell casually in all those relationship #it was just easy to be #Stiles is not the pack bitch #but he like to say it tho #Stiles x everyone #This idea had totally escaped from my control

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justaghostingon · 2 years

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The Wen Conversion - Sorry - The Wen Reality TV Show, Hosted by Wen Chao!

A modern cultivation au

It all starts long, long ago, aka before Wei ying, the cloud recesses released a documentary

It was a short, tranquil thing, focused on showcasing Lan principles and teachings to the general public

Much of the footage was gained during one of the cloud recesses summer classes, to highlight the calm learning that they were passing on to all clans within their gates

Naturally this show of “power” over the other sects greatly offended the Wens, even if their hate watching is probably the only reason it got so many views, as most people turned it off in the first fifteen min when they realized the beauty of the cloud recesses did not undo the boredom of the content

And also Madam Yu, who saw it as the perfect way to whip Wei ying into knowing his place - this backfired on the cloud recesses

Anyways, when the Wens have host *cough* blackmail everyone to show up *cough* classes, they decide to one up the cloud recesses in every way

Aka, they decide to film all their guests and turn their day to day life into a reality show!

Wen chao is the host, and quickly makes himself and wang lingjiao the stars

He’s clever about it too! (Or wangjiao is and he takes the credit) He noticed exactly what the cloud recesses show was missimg: Drama!

And what do you know, you can edit just about any situation to look like its a big deal when its not

Thus the general, noncultivation is allowed a glimpse into the lives of wealthy cultivators, complete with all the drama they’ve been longing for

Wen chao is the handsome and charming leader tryimg to bring these losers into line

Wang limgjiao is his lovely girlfriend and the most desireable woman in the world

Wen ning is a bumbling fool

Wen qing is a robot without a heart because she’s not attracted to wen chao

Mianmian is clearly in love with wen chao, because every good looking girl is, and tryinf to steal him from wang lingjiao

Lan zhan is a stiff freak who’s gay for jiang cheng (because wen chao strikes me as homophobic, and wants to embarrass the lans)

Wei ying totally broke up jin zuxian and jiang yanli because he’s in love with jiang yanli

Jin zuxian is an arrogant heartthrob who lost to wei ying and wants revenge

Jiang cheng is a loose canon who’s completely unreasonable and a horrible guy all around, so perfect for lan zhan

Nie hauisang is a silly airhead, as always

This show goes on for a few weeks, until wen ning lets wei ying know that its happening

That night of the prisoners pile in wei yings room and watch the show on wen ning’s phone

They are each horrified

Shijie????? Wei ying shrieks! They’re shipping me with my SISTER??? She’s my SISTER!!!!

“Jiang cheng.” Lan zhan says, but the utter frigitdity in his tone makes it very clear what he thinks of them shipping him with Jiang Cheng, when Wei Ying is RIGHT THERE!

Jiang cheng (angrily): I don’t get that Angry!!!!!

Jin zuxian: i’m not that arrogant!

But it is mianmian who takes it the worst, saying nothing, but face white as a sheet as she watches wen chao brag about possibly making her a side chick since she “likes him so much”

Wei ying notices, and promises Mianmian that they will find a way to protect her

Mianmian: how? He controls everything!

Nie huaisang: i don’t know, maybe we could use his need for drama in the show against him? But i don’t know. I really don’t know!

Everyone stops, looks and nie huaisang who is fanning himself.

Nie huaisang you are a genius, goes wei ying. “We need to make our own drama!

The plan is as follows. First, they need to minimize the amount of time wen chao spends near mianmian.

This will be run by wei ying, who will use his annoyingness to flirt with mianmian and challenge Wen chao to stupid games to impress her, distracting him so mianmian can sneak off to be with lan zhan

You gotta have a love story with lan zhan” wei ying insists “he’s so handsome, anyone would believe you’d pick him over wen chao. He doesn’t even compare! It will make great television”

“I am gay” lan xhan points out

“Yeah on the show. But not in real life.” Goes wei ying, digging his own grave. “Besides, who isn’t a little gay? Doesn’t stop u from being attracted to women!” (Says the oblivious bi)

Lan zhan is not impressed with this. At all. But he supposes he can stick close to mianmian to keep her away from wen chao. And also wei ying. Wei ying isn’t getting a love story while lan zhan is around

Thus starts the mianmian lovw triangle arc, a much loved arc of the show, were lan zhan is obviously in love with wei ying, and trying to sabatoge his chances with mianmian by “leading her on” so she won’t go with wei ying

Wei ying remains oblivious, aside from complimenting lan zhan extensively (in an attempt to prove his affections for his sister are completely platonic because he talks about all his friends like that) leading many to suspect it could be requilted

The shipping wars were brutal

As for jiang cheng, nie huaisang, and jin zuxuan, well, nie huaisang has a plan

Jin zuxuan has to be nice to wang lingjiao.

Don’t say anything!” Nie huaisang adds “just nodd at what she does and smile at her”

Jin zuxian: i know how to talk to women

Nie huaisang and mianmian together: no you don’t

What about me?” Jiang cheng asks

“Stop yelling so much,” nie hauisang advises, “and help wen ning out if u see him struggling. Everybody loves a bad boy with a hidden heart of gold.”

“I’ll give wen ning a make over” nie huaisang adds “we make him cute, and suddenly bulling him will make wen chao look bad. Wen qing…be exactly the same”

“I would have done it anyways” wen qing sniffs. “I’m not interested in this game”

What are you going to do?” Wen ning asks nie huaisang

“Me?” Nie huaisang flutters his fan. “I don’t know!! Maybe befriend wen chao and wang lingjiao? I really don’t know!!

And so nie huaisang gets to work

The wen ning makeover really does wonders, as does jiang cheng being nice to him. Soon they’re a beloved duo, and a popular ship

Meanwhile nie huaisang slides up to wang lingjiao, and after exchanging some pointless gossip, nie huaisang points out how odd it is that wen chao make lan zhan out to like jiang cheng, who isn’t nearly as good looking as jin zuxuan or wei ying. Almost like he thinks jiang cheng is handsome

Then he points out how wen chao seems to prefer “spirited” women

And finally to drive the nail in the coffin, he himts how men who’ve had to many women to easily begin to want “a challenge”

Thus wang lingjiao becomes convinced wen chao likes jiang cheng

She’s furious, and at that moment, jin zuxuan walks up to her and in a very stiff voice says she is very pretty

And just like that wang lingjiao has a plan to make wen chao jealous

Then nie huaisang slides up to wen chao, and mentions how loyal jin zuxuan is, and how with no fiance he could make any lucky woman his wife

While also reminding him his sect still needs the jins to remain neutral, so he can’t attack jun zuxian

No. He needs to go to someone who knows him, and is good at driving jin zuxuan off.

He needs to talk to jiang cheng

And of course, while talking to jiang cheng to learn “how to get jin zuxuan to leave” wang lingjiao comes by, sees them together, and runs off furious to ask jin zuxuan out

Jin zuxuan, thinking she wants to be friends, agrees

And so the drama unfolds, as wen chao is out played in every moment. He’s losing his girlfriend to a richer man, he’s losing his back up girl to a handsomer man, he’s losing all of wei ying’s competions, he’s losing respect for being mean to wen ning, and worst of all, he’s messing with the internets otp by getting between wen ning and jiang cheng

Thus the Wen Reality Show backfires, lowering the publics opinion of the Wens to an all time low, and Wen Chao’s to the basement.

People start protesting the wens treatment of their prisoners, and when wei ying and lan zhan end up killing that tortoise of slaughter while wen chao runs away, people begin to wonder what the wens can even offer in education

At least in the cloud recesses they’ll learn something

With everyone jumping into memeing the wen clan and all its members (except wen ning and his sister, who escape by virtue of being adorable and above that shit respectively) it becomes much easier for thr other clans to team up against the wens, especially since local people shelter them and let them call their familiies after the tortoise of slaughter causes them all to escape

Thus the wens were defeated by public distain and memes (and also a much earlier sunshot alliance brought on by the memes)

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