#i have to meet my girlfriend at the mall after i leave here too and i dont have anything with me for my headache

[haojun]

They cleaned out the air vents today at work and ever since my sinuses have been fucked and my head is pounding 🫠

#i have to meet my girlfriend at the mall after i leave here too and i dont have anything with me for my headache #we just gonna pray it doesnt get worse #maybe once i leave the office my sinuses will chill the fuck out... hopefully that fixes it

[jksprincess10]

The neighbor’s daughter  4. She knows

A/N: I’m so glad to finally post this chapter!

Summary: You go shopping with Sarah and you find a surprise for her dad.

CW: teasing, cum play, unprotected sex, allusions to a parent’s death.

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Since you had a talk about the state of your relationship with Joel, you felt lighter. Still, sometimes, you’d catch the glimpse of a calendar reminding you of the start of your semester approaching. Knowing you’d fall in love with the neighbor after coming back home, maybe you’d have stayed in New York. It complicated things.

Talking of complicated things, you had promised Joel you’d take Sarah shopping today. You had a friendly relationship with her, but you knew she would ask questions at some point.

And today, was the day.

After she came out of the dressing room with shorts she tried on, she asked, out of the blue:

“What’s going on between you and dad?”

“Turn around, show me. Are these comfortable? I think they’re okay, but your dad would find them too short.” You said, dodging the subject.

The teenager put her fists on her hips, not budging. “Answer my question!”

“I don’t think it’s my place to tell you, ‘Rah.”

“Dad is dodging all of my questions.”

“Adult stuffs are complicated. I can… just say that I really like your dad and he likes me back. But I’m still in school and figuring things out.”

She seemed more satisfied with your response.

“I’d like you to be dad’s girlfriend.”

You smiled.

“How do you know something was going on?”

“I don’t know, maybe the way you’re staring at each other constantly or the fact that I heard you sneaking in last night.”

“Oh god. Please tell me you haven’t heard anything else…”

“Nope. Please. Don’t make me think of my dad having sex.” She grimaced.

You laughed and let Sarah try the rest of her clothes. She handed up picking a few cute t-shirts and shorts that were a bit longer.

As you two walked through the mall, you saw a Victoria’s secret. Sarah rolled her eyes, like a typical teenager and sat on the bench in front of the store, where husbands would wait for their wife.

“Go. I’ll go get us Starbucks and meet you here.” She encouraged you.

You entered the dark store filled with mannequins covered with very little clothing.

**

You drove Sarah back to her place. Joel’s pickup was parked in the driveway. Looks like he finished early today.

“You want to come in?” Sarah asked as she opened the passenger door.

“I don’t want to be a bother.”

“Told you I wanted you to be dad’s girlfriend. I want you to come in.”

You laughed, embarrassed that a teenager was reassuring you, and you followed her inside. You heard the shower water running upstairs. You left Sarah’s bags in the living room.

“I’ll go tell your dad we’re back.”

She nodded and sat on the couch to zap through random TV channels.

You climbed the stairs and went to Joel’s bedroom to leave the Victoria’s secret bag on his bed, so he wouldn’t miss it. You then knocked on the bathroom door and came in. Joel was just out of the shower, thick curls wet and a towel around his waist. He smiled brightly when he saw you.

“Wasn’t expectin’ you to come here after.”

He pulled you close to him for a kiss, his palm grabbing a handful of your ass. You yelped in surprise.

“I can leave if you want.” You said teasingly.

“No-oh. Don’t.”

“Sarah’s waiting downstairs, she wants to show you what we got.”

“I’ll be there in 5. Call your dad and ask if he wants to eat with us.”

“Sure. Oh, and Sarah knows.”

You didn’t wait for his reaction, and closed the door behind you as you left the bathroom. You heard a distinct WHAT, which made you laugh as you ran down the stairs and away from the consequences of what you had just said.

**

When Joel went to his bedroom, he frowned as he saw the bright pink bag left on his messy bed. He took out the delicate paper and discovered the tiniest peace of underwear. He would make you pay later for teasing him like that.

When he came down, Sarah showed him what she got and he approved of everything.

“I’m glad Sarah has someone to shop with, I kinda hate it.” Joel said.

“I can see by the way you dress. You’re next.” You winked at him and he tried to look offended, but he knew you were right.

“Alright, hun, I’ll let you play dress-up with me.” He put an arm around you to bring you closer.

“Oh my god, yes, please. Help dad.” Sarah groaned, and you all erupted in laughter.

Minutes later, your dad joined you. In front of him, you kept your distance from Joel, because you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. You ordered Chinese food, and you waited for the delivery on Joel’s patio.

“I arranged your flight back to New York. You’ll get there a week before your semester, is that okay, sweet pea?” Your dad finally said, like he just remembered the information.

That gave you less than a month.

“Oh… yes, thanks dad.”

On one hand, you were happy to go back to school, but on the other… you didn’t want to leave Joel. Your lover sat close to you after he got himself a beer, a hand on your thigh when he saw your expression.

“Everything okay?” asked your dad. “Should I have waited?”

“No, no, dad… Just… trying to figure things out.”

“I’m sure we will.” Reassured Joel.

“You know… since y’all got the Internet and all, it’s gonna be easy to keep in contact. Wasn’t like that in my time.”

“Yes, yes, we know you’re old.” Teased Joel.

Your dad gave him the middle finger, and they both laughed.

When the food arrived, you all ate together, like a family. It felt weird, but good. There were rarely so many people around you since your mom had died. You felt yourself getting emotional, and Joel saw, a strong hand meeting your thigh.

“So, Sarah, how do you know about y/n and I?” Joel asked to distract you, as he got more fried rice in his bowl.

“Dad, please… Just the way you look at her. Plus, I heard her sneak in last night.”

Your dad shot you a surprised look. “You sneaked out of the house?”

You kicked Sarah under the table, saying ‘Rah between your teeth.

“So, is she your girlfriend now, dad?” She asked innocently, despite your protests.

“Yes, she is.” Joel looked at you with a smile. You bit your lip and blushed in response.

**

When your dad went home and Sarah was asleep, you found yourself in Joel’s bedroom. You liked not having to hide anymore. When you got into his room, you remembered the existence of the pink Victoria’s secret bag. Your lover’s hands found your waist, and he leaned down to press kisses on your neck. You could feel all of him through his boxers.

“So, you got something for me, hm?”

“Yes, did you take a peak?” You turned around to look at him, a grin on your lips.

“Was I not supposed to?” He asked innocently.

“You were not.” You pushed against his naked chest with your index finger, until his legs hit the edge of the bed. “Lay down. Close your eyes.”

Surprisingly, he obeyed. You took everything off and replaced your comfortable underwear with the lacey red cheeky panties you had bought today. You climbed on the bed and straddled his thighs.

“Open.”

He opened his lids and admired your figure with lustful brown eyes. Your neighbor brought his hands up to cup your breasts, but you stopped him.

“Don’t touch. You can only look.”

He groaned in frustration as he laid his arms on each side of his body. “Fine.”

“I’ll take care of you, baby, don’t worry…” You whispered seductively.

You turned around, so he had a perfect view of your arched back, and your cheeks spilling outside of the red fabric. He made another defeated sound, which made you laugh. You started moving your ass against his hardening member, supporting your upper body with your arms. You felt him growing harder under your movements, and soon enough, precum was leaking through his boxers.

“I wonder if I can make you cum like this…” You said with a teasing grin.

“You probably could…” He said between whimpers. You liked hearing him more, liked seeing him give up some control.

So, you kept going, finding a rhythm that he liked: slow and sensual, so he could feel the whole curve of your ass. While you kept rubbing against him, your fingers sneaked past the hem of your panties. You massaged your clit in tight, rapid circles to claim your own high. 

Joel got tired at some point of being played with, so he grabbed your hips firmly (it would probably bruise), and kept you still as he rubbed his length against your ass at a stuttering pace.

“Are you gonna make yourself cum, baby?” He asked in a raspy voice.

In response, you could only moan his name, as your back fell against him. Good thing he was holding you. You felt more wetness against your ass, and you understood that you had won.

You were gonna lay beside him, but he stopped you with his firm hands.

“M’not done, hun.”

In an expertly fast motion, he got rid of his underwear and pushed yours to the side.

“Wanna fuck my cum into your sweet cunt.”

You nodded enthusiastically and let him raise his hips, guiding his leaking cock inside your walls. You turned your head to the side to kiss him, and he responded hungrily, his hands holding your breasts for leverage. He thrusted into you at a fast pace, helped by the slickness of his cum. At this angle, his member was really deep into you, hitting your most pleasurable spot with each movement .

“Such a perfect hole for me.” He groaned against your ear.

“J-Joel… M’gonna – fuck. Don’t want anyone else. Please please please.”

Your walls closed around him as you came undone on top of him. Joel fucked you through your orgasm and stopped when you started shaking from overstimulation. You fell on the mattress beside him, out of breath. His eyes traveled from your face to your bruised hips, to your ruined panties. He looked at the piece of fabric with a satisfied smile.

“Is it true?” Joel asked.

You turned to him, with a sleepy “Hm?”

“That you don’t want anyone else.” He added seriously.

“Of course it’s true. ”

He nodded.

“Good, ‘cause I’m not sure I could bear the thought of anyone else loving you and fucking you.”

You gave him a sweet kiss on the lips, before getting up to shower. You stopped at the door to add:

“I love you, Joel.”

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[honeybeeloxs]

CENTURY MALL

Ethan Landry x Male Reader

I got really bored, very much inspired by the Fear Street opening scene because idk I lack creativity when I am hungry, and let's just say. I AM STARVING ATM. Also, Reader is related to Tara and Sam but moved to New York after the Woodsboro massacre.

Ethan's relationship with Reader is more minor, but it's stated that they are playing double dutch with their tongues. I also may make this more than one part, but yea... idk

“The night we met, I knew I needed you so, and if I had the chance, I'd never let you go.” The speakers blare, echoing through the empty mall.

“I’m going to clock out. Can you handle closing the store for me? I would do it, but my girlfriend is going to flip.” Elijah told Y/N, who just nodded in response, “Here are the keys,” he said to Y/N as he handed him the keys; he turned on his heels and began walking out; Y/N follows him, “Okay, so… Um, do I have to go out through the back? I don’t like the back.” Y/N said to Elijah, who turned around, “No, you can go out through the front; just make sure there is some room for you to slip underneath the gate,” the blonde replied; he stopped sipping his Orange Julius cup. “Just don’t forget to set the alarm; we don’t want Jasmin to fuck us over and fire us, and don’t forget to restock some shelves with some new records,” he said before turning away and walking to the nearest exit. “Alright! See you tomorrow.” Y/N calls out, and Elijah gives him the thumbs-up before he walks out the mall doors.

"So won't you say you love me? I'll make you so proud of me. We'll make them turn their heads every place we go." Y/N bops his head to the song's rhythm as he slowly dances while walking back to the store.

The leading lights shut off, and the only light left is the neon signs from the stores illuminating Y/N’s face; he stops dancing and huffs; Y/N sees Chris from the Hot Topic a few stores away, and he waves at him. Y/N waves back at him and turns around, heading back to J.A. Records; Y/N pulls down the gate, leaving room for someone to squeeze in or out, and he walks to his right and sets the alarm. Y/N needs to restock some shelves filled with new cheesy country records or some weird tiktok RnB records. The phone rings; Y/N gets up and answers, “Hello, this is J.A. Records; we’re closed.” you can tell he’s a bit irritated. “Hey, Y/N,” Y/N pauses for a moment; it’s Ethan, “Hey, Eth, why’d you call?” his voice softens as a smile creeps on his face, “You weren’t at my dorm like you usually are when I got out of Econ, I thought you didn’t work late?” Ethan questions his boyfriend, “Yeah, I was supposed to clock out an hour ago, but Elijah wanted me to close tonight; something is happening with his girlfriend.” Y/N tells his boyfriend by phone, and he leans back on the counter. “Hey, um, can you take me to my dorm tonight? I don’t wanna walk back to campus; it’s scary when it gets dark,” Y/N asks him over the phone. “Okay, just give me about 15 minutes to close this shit store down, and I’ll meet you outside,” he tells him, holding the phone up with his shoulder as he flips through a magazine. Y/N bids his lover farewell and heads back to the shelf he was restocking, but he stops when the phone rings; he groans and picks it up. “J.A. Records; we’re closed.” Y/N plays with some nicknacks on the counter, “Hello…?” Y/N says through the phone, looking around the counter; he stands there, he repeats, “Hello…? Anybody there?” nothing for a second; Y/N starts walking around the counter entangling the phone cord, “Hello?” finally a response comes through. “Hey, sorry, but J.A. Records is closed tonight; feel free to call tomorrow, K? Okay, bye now,” Y/N tells the caller, “Wait, Wait, don’t go,” he replies; Y/N’s eyebrows raised in amusement.

Y/N walks around the store, sometimes having to move the phone cord as it’s stretching way too far; too much pressure, and it’ll snap. “So… you gotta boyfriend?” he asks; Y/N sits on the counter, “Why? You wanna ask me out on a date?” Y/N taunts the caller, smiling to himself, “Maybe… So do?” he questions, “Yeah, I have a boyfriend, real horror geek.” he replies; Y/N loves Ethan, but the movie genre he likes isn’t the best, a bunch of chicks getting stabbed and making shitty decisions. The person clears his throat, “Well, what’s your favorite?” Y/N hums, “I don’t like horror movies, a bunch of dumbasses.” He jumps off the counter and leans back on the counter. “What’s yours?” he asks the caller; he chuckles in response, “The one I’m watching right now,” Y/N’s eyebrows raise, and he laughs. “Oh really? What’s it called.” Y/N asks as he picks at his nails, “It's called ‘Y/N gets skewered like a fucking pig!’” he laughs, he fucking laughs over the phone; Y/N stops picking at his nails. “That’s… That’s not funny….” he mutters, “You still wanna watch it, Y/N?” The phone line goes dead. Y/N puts the phone back on its holder; he starts laughing, “Ha-Ha, Real FUCKING funny, Christopher.” he yells out, running around the counter, “You got me good, okay!?” Y/N runs and walks between the aisles, “You had your fucking fun, alright? Now tell Ethan I’m still closing up and will be out in a minute.” He walks back to the shelf he was supposed to be restocking.

"I'll make you happy, baby, just wait and see for every kiss you give me, I'll give you three." Y/N can only think about his sisters, Sam and Tara.

Y/N hasn’t talked to his sisters in a while; he distanced himself since the attacks last year; Sam doesn’t care, while Tara tries to hit him up once a time. Y/N knows that if he’s connected to his sisters, he will also be targeted over some stupid shit they caused, and that’s why Y/N moved to New York; he’s attending college and met Ethan but also met his best friend, Quinn. Y/N continues to stack the shelf, but he’s stopped when he hears a record fall; Shit, Y/N knows he had to talk to Jasmin about these old shelves. He constantly has to pick up fallen records. Y/N gets up; He’s a bit paranoid, alone in this big ass mall, and hears a noise. He walks down the aisle and sees the record that fell off the shelf; Y/N bends down, picks it up, and looks at the stand; weird… the record didn't drop from here. Y/N gets up and places the record in its spot, and his breath quickens as he hears something running down the aisle, and his eyes widen as Y/N hears another record fall off its stand. “Okay, Chris, you win. I’m scared now; cut the shit out.” Y/N yells out, hoping for Chris to pop out, “Chris…?” Y/N calls out as he walks to the counter; he looks around wearily. “Fuck this.” Y/N spits out, and he’s getting the fuck out of here; he’s putting that record on its shelf and leaving. Jasmin can kiss his ass. Y/N hears shuffling behind him, and he chuckles and turns around, “Okay, Christopher, you got me; I’m spooke-” Y/N’s sentence is cut off when he sees someone wearing the Ghostface mask; fearful, he screams and pushes him away before running towards the gates.

Y/N slides to the ground and wiggles through the gate; his attacker slashes his leg, and he shrieks. He wiggles his way out, but he’s grabbed by the foot, puts his left foot on the gate, and propels forward. Y/N limps his way to a store that’s gate is closed, but he knows Anika is working late, “ANIKA! You have to help me! Call 911; Someone is attacking me!” you plead; her eyes widen as she dials 911 on the store phone,

“LEMME IN, ANIKA LEMME IN!” Y/N shakes the gate, pleading, "911, what is your emergency?" the operator asks, "I-I… I'm in the Century Mall; uhm… One of my coworkers is being attacked. Can you send someone over?" Anika runs over, fumbling to open the gate, the store phone cord being pulled to its limit. Anika stops what she's doing and backs up, "What…? Wait? Anika, please don't do this." Y/N turns around to see Ghostface a few feet away; Anika screams when Ghostface charges; Y/N moves out of the way, and Ghostface stabs through the gate; he punches him before running away, leaving Anika with his attacker.

"So won't you, please (be my, be my baby) Be my little baby? (My one and only baby)." echoes throughout the mall as Y/N runs into the food court.

“HEY FUCKER!” Y/N screams; his head turns fast as Y/N hits him with a chair; groaning, he falls to the ground. Y/N sees the red and blue flashing lights and runs to the front doors; his leg hurts like shit, leaving a trail of blood; Y/N stumbles to the ground and gets back up while Ghostface recovers from the blow and sprints. “HELP ME, SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP” Y/N screams; Ghostface runs up behind him and stabs him in the back; Y/N tumbles to the ground taking down his attacker with him, sliding across the mall floor, smearing blood. Y/N crawls to the doors as he’s getting stabbed.

The doors fly open, and Ghostface runs off, going deeper into the mall. Y/N crawls, smiling and giggling like a crazy person; he’s safe; he can see Ethan again. He beat death.

#scream vi #scream x male reader #ethan landry x male reader #ethan landry x reader #scream

[tooearlyforthis]

Partners in Crime | part three

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Hopper!Reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Synopsis: As Y/n and Steve spend more time together, she begins to question if they should give up their rouse

Warnings: language, heavily inspired by To All the Boys I've Loved Before by Jenny Han.

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part one / part two / part four

Scoops after school? xSteve

Y/n loved that she and Steve were spending more time together. She had forgotten how much she liked hanging out with him from her childhood. It was like a flood of memories came back to her the more they talked. 

“I think I can get us a discount even though I don’t work there anymore,” Steve told her as they walked through the mall.

“The employee discount?” she asked him. “How could you be so sure?”

“Oh, the manager loved me! If she’s there we might even get them for free.”

She chuckled as they entered the ice cream shop. It hadn’t changed from the times over summer she used to visit Robin. The corny decorations, the bright colors….almost nothing had changed. 

As they walked up to the counter, she watched as Steve’s demeanor changed. He leaned against the counter, ready to sweet talk the employee to get half-off their dessert. Already knowing Y/n's order, he rambled on to the girl behind the counter. As he told her how nice she looked in her sailor hat, Y/n turned around to scan the rest of the mall.

For a Friday it was less crowded than usual. There were families going to the movies and teens running around the water fountain. But even though it felt very busy, there was still a stillness to the air. One that you couldn’t get when the mall was packed with people. 

She watched as a group of teens, pushed each other around as they headed to the movie theater. That’s when she saw him, walking behind them in a slow saunter. Billy Hargrove stopped for a moment, taking out a cigarette and lighting it. 

Y/n stiffed as she saw the puff of smoke leave his lips. He casually scanned his surroundings, turning toward Scoops Ahoy. It was too late to run and hide, he had already spotted her in the brightly-colored shop. She watched a smirk form on his lips as he took another puff of his cigarette. With determination, he walked toward her.

She didn’t know what to do, feeling panic rise in her. In the heat of the moment, she whipped Steve around to face her. 

“I’m going to kiss you now,” she said.

Steve furrowed his brows. “What?”

Before either of them had time to process, she pressed her lips to his cheek. She made sure to make a show out of it. She wrapped an arm around his waist, gripping at the fabric of his shirt like her life depended on it. The other came up to cup his jaw.

His arms invited her in, drifting around to hold her back as she pulled away. Looking into her eyes, stunned, he watched as she used the hem of her shirt to wipe away the lipstick stain on his cheek.

Y/n couldn’t bare to meet his eyes for more than a second, turning to make sure Billy had seen. He did, taking along long draw from his cigarette.

“W-what was that for?” Steve asked.

“We have a stalker,” Y/n murmured, trying not to draw attention to Billy.

Steve peered over at the realization of their unwanted guest. Without thinking, he tightened his hold on her, bringing his lips down to her ear. “Pretend I said something funny.”

Y/n laughed, trying to make it sound convincing. Laughing along with her, the two looked up to see that Billy was nowhere in sight. There was a sigh of relief from both of them.

“That’ll be $1.25,” said the Scoops employee.

Steve snapped his head toward the counter., his hand falling away from Y/n’s waist. “$1.25? What happened to the discount?” he asked.

“That’s fine for ex-employees but not their girlfriends,” said the employee annoyed. It was clear she was just pissed about him being off the market.

“Alright, fine,” he said, paying for the ice scream.

Grabbing the two cups, they settled down into a booth. Y/n took a bite of her ice cream, savoring the feeling against her tongue. 

“Did you read my note?” Steve asked, playing with his spoon.

“Yeah, why else would we be here?”

“No, the other one. I left it in your locker after lunch.”

Y/n looked up from her ice cream to see Steve staring at her. He left her another note? Why? 

“Oh… I-I don’t go to my locker after lunch.”

Nodding, he took a bite of his dessert, wincing at the cold feeling against his tongue. “Duly noted.”

He went silent as he took another bite. It was like he got lost in his own little world, forgetting he was the one that started the conversation. “Are you gonna tell me what it said?” she asked.

Looking back up at her, he was brought back to reality. Shaking away his thoughts, he said, “Right yeah… uh, Tina’s parents are out of town tonight so… party time.”

“And?”

“You’re coming with me.” 

Rolling her eyes, she said, “No, I’m not.”

“It’s on the list, Y/n. You have to come.”

She let out a groan. “Do I have to?”

He nodded a yes, taking another bite of ice cream. “What do you have against parties?”

“Besides the sweaty drunk teenagers?”

“Alright I get it,” he said chuckling. “But I’ll be with you the whole time. Nothing to worry about.”

“Right,” she said, watching him take another bite. "Nothing to worry about…”

🖊️🖊️🖊️

Y/n didn’t realize how much she hated parties. But as she stood on the front porch, she was reminded how much she desperately wanted to go home. There was pop music playing muffled by the front door. Some people splayed out on the lawn with drinks in their hands. 

She wasn't even inside yet and it felt like she didn't belong. But as she felt Steve's hand pressed on the small of her back she remembered why she was there. It gave people a chance to see that their relationship was not a fling. To convince everyone around them that they had moved on to greater things.

He guided her onto the doormat, then went straighten his jacket. "Okay, remember. You have to act like you're in love with me," he told her.

“Damn that sounds hard, Steve, I don’t know if I can pull it off,” she replied sarcastically.

Rolling his eyes, a smile formed on his lips. He nudged her arm at her words to find that she didn’t return the same cheerful expression. “Hey,” he said, turning to face her fully. She let her eyes drift up to meet his. “Everything’s gonna be okay. We can leave soon, just show our faces ya know?”

Y/n could barely bring herself to nod as she stared into his eyes. He looked concerned for her; like he actually cared if she was going to have a good time or not. Their stares were cut short when the front door swung open. 

They both turned to see the last person either of them had expected. Y/n felt frozen in her place, not able to pull her eyes off the person in front of her. 

“Nance,” Steve said. He was staring at her intently, her the same as him. 

“Hi,” Nancy said warily. She moved past them off the porch, wrapping her arms around her shoulders. Her gaze never left Steve’s.

Y/n felt extremely out of place. It felt like she was the one that walked in on an intimate moment between them. She hadn’t known if they’d spoken since the breakup. But she did know that there was something they wanted to say, neither of them spoke up to do so.

“I-I’m just getting my jacket,” Nancy continued, Steve too struck to say anything. “I’ll see you guys inside?”

Y/n leaned into Steve, lacing her fingers with his. “Yeah, sure,” she replied. She tried to look happy, like it wasn't an issue that they both had dated the same guy.

Nancy gave an awkward smile, turning back onto the dimly-lit road. When Y/n looked over at Steve, he was still staring at the place his ex once stood. It felt like a stark reminder of why they were fake dating in the first place. It was clear he was still in love with Nancy and part of that ate away at her. 

Once Nancy was out of sight, Y/n dropped her hand from his, turning around to walk inside. “When you’re done gawking I’ll be in the living room.” 

She didn’t mean for it to come out so harshly, but part of her got annoyed at his actions. Why would he ask her to fake date her when he clearly wasn’t over his ex? 

Pushing the thought to the back of her mind, she walked through the front door. The smell was enough to make her grimace. Sweaty teens and alcohol were never a good combination.

“Wait up!” shouted Steve, his voice barely louder than the music blaring through the stereo. 

As he caught up to her, he draped an arm over her shoulder. It was like a statement, a way to tell everyone at the party that she was his - and boy was it working. Eyes fell onto them from every corner of the room. It was like she was put om blast and Y/n didn’t like it one bit.

Steve on the other hand, was reveling in the attention. The smirk on his face, the way he pulled her in closer… he liked making themselves known. A few people hollered for him, one giving him a high five as they passed.

Nancy came back inside and went over to Jonathan and his friend visiting from California. Y/n accidentally made eye contact with her for a moment before her gaze shifted. She, however, remained frozen at her presence. It felt like she was a threat which felt funny. Steve and her were broken up and even if she did still harbor feelings, Y/n wasn’t actually dating him.

No need to feel jealous right….right?

“Wanna dance?” Steve asked her, sliding his arm from around her shoulders to grab her hand.

“I don’t know….” she replied hesitantly, pulling back with a little bit of force. They headed towards the other dancing teens, who had focused back on eachother.

“Come on, it’ll help you loosen up a bit.”

He raised his eyebrows and swayed his shoulders back and forth, trying to be upbeat to combat her anxiety. As much as Y/n hated to admit it, his tactics were working. Begrudgingly, she let him drag her towards the music.

There were people dancing all around them, not paying attention as they joined the rest of the teens. There was a stereo playing music but Y/n couldn’t pinpoint where it was coming from. It was  some soft rock song, one with momentum to dance but with enough melody to intimately dance with a partner.

She felt Steve’s arms find her waist, gently swaying her to the beat of the song.

“See? Just back and forth,” he said. “Feel the music.”

Y/n rolled her eyes as she wrapped her arms around his neck, interlacing her fingers. “Sure, feel the music.”

He chuckled, looking down between them before back into her eyes. Her breath hitched as he looked at her. It made her feel like she was the only girl in the world, the only one he wanted to be with. It was getting harder to remind herself that this was all fake. Something to show off to the school.

The bridge of the song soothed in and Y/n could feel herself inching closer to Steve, him doing the same. 

“I’ve been having a lot of fun hanging out with you,” he said, almost in a whisper. It was like he only wanted her to hear.

She smiled. “I like hanging out with you too. It’s easy to forget those days in middle school when we were all together.”

“Yeah sure it was fun when we were all together but…” he paused, taking a moment to think of the right thing to say. “I always wanted to just hang out with you, even then.”

His eyes never left hers as he spoke but she could feel his breath against her face. Were they getting closer? Did he want to get closer? 

As she was about to make her decision, a new song blasted through the stereo. It was full on heavy metal, making both Y/n and Steve jump back in surprise. Her heart was racing. Was she about to kiss Steve Harrington? What did this mean? Did she actually want to-

“I-I’ll go get us drinks,” Steve told her, pulling out of her thoughts. He began to walk away.

“Yeah good idea,“ she began out of breath, watching as he weaved his way through the crowd toward the kitchen. 

She sat down on the bright red sofa, a real statement piece of the house. There were some other girls chatting away on the other side but she wasn’t paying attention to them. It wasn’t until she felt her weight shift on the couch did she realize someone sat down directly next to her.

“What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” asked the stranger.

Y/n turned, relieved at who was there. “Eddie!” she exclaimed, pulling him into a quick hug. “You don’t know how happy I am to see you!”

“Harrington's that bad of a boyfriend huh?”

She rolled her eyes. “He’s just getting me a drink.” They took a quick glance around the room, people’s eyes still on her even though she wasn't with Steve. "I hate how many people are staring at me. You would think I was a celebrity or something.”

“To them you probably are. Very few have been able to bag Steve Harrington. King Steve.”

Pushing his arm she replied, “Oh he’s not like that anymore.”

Eddie shrugged, taking a sip of his drink as he peered around the room. He motioned toward the kitchen. “Like I said, very few have been able to bag him.”

Y/n followed his gaze, her eyes softening at the sight she saw. Steve was in the kitchen arguing passionately with Nancy. What could they be talking about? Steve had told her a little bit about the conversations they had post-breakup. None of them sounded bad, but the one in front of her definitely did. Did he lie to her?

“You only argue like that when you’re in love,” Eddie commented.

“What? That’s not true.”

“Sure is. You can see it in their eyes.” He turned back to look at her. “Be careful with him, Y/n. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

She nodded, watching as his gaze drifted past her. She turned around, seeing Steve holding a cup of some drink. “Here,” he said, handing it to her before looking over at her friend. 

“Munson,” he said in a restricted tone, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. 

Eddie rolled his eyes and stood up, “Relax, Harrington, I’m not here to steal your girl.” He turned back to her. “See ya later.”

Steve sat down, taking his place. “What was that about?”

“Nothing,” she said with a shake of her head. 

“Hey, would you wanna study again? Like at Benny’s or something?”

“Sure, why?” she asked, wondering where this was coming from.

He shrugged. “I dunno, when I do my work with you it makes me feel smarter.”

Y/n fought hard to try and hide a smile but she was almost certain he had seen it. “Sure, we can study.”

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The rest of the party went by slowly and Steve could tell how antsy Y/n was getting. Suggesting to end the night early, they got in his car, making their way back to drop her off at home.

They sat in comfortable silence and Y/nana knew that their almost kiss was not a topic to bring up that night. Instead, she said, “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” he responded, his eyes remaining on the road.

“What were you and Nancy fighting about at the party?” His grip tightened on the steering wheel. It was clearly a touchy subject that he made no move to speak out. “Let me ask you this then - when did you know you were in love with her?”

Even though his body relaxed, she could still tell that he was unsure about the conversation. “Who am I to say what love is; I’m only 18.”

Y/n chuckled sotfley. “You sound like my dad, avoiding the question with another.” She looked out the window, watching as the car rolled up to her house. Gathering her things, she stopped for a moment, wondering if she should say what she wanted to. “Nancy still has a hold on you,” she decided to say.

He turned to look at her fully, brows furrowed. “What?”

"You wanted to prove that you could move on but you’re doing the opposite. The whole point of this arrangement was to show her and Billy that we don’t belong to them. Their actions can’t affect us anymore.”

Steve nodded, reluctant to agree she was right. Leaning forward, across the center armrest, he said, “Alright then let me ask you this. Why haven’t you dated anyone? And don’t try to deny it I know that Fred Benson asked you to the dance last year and you turned him down.”

“Are you keeping tabs on me now?” she said coyly, leaning closer to him instinctively. She didn’t know if she was imagining it but it felt like he was leaning closer too.

“I’m just observant. And now you’re the one avoiding the question.”

Y/n pursed her lips. “Fair play.” Looking down at her lap, she tried to gather her words. “I guess I’m afraid… Especially after Billy, like that was so out of character for me.” Steve nodded, paying close attention to her words. “If I got hurt by him what is gonna happen when I actually date someone I like?”

“What about our relationship then?” he asked. “Why aren’t you scared of this?”

“I’m not scared 'cause it’s not real," she said plainly. “We don’t like each other that way so there’s no weight, no pressure to be a perfect girlfriend.”

Something changed in him when she said that. She watched as he slowly, slumped back into his seat, his gaze drifting away from her. All she said was the truth so why did he feel off?

“I’m gonna head inside. Thanks for dragging me out tonight.”

“Sure,” he replied plainly, not even looking at her as she left the car.

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When Monday rolled around, Y/n got confused when two notes fell out of her locker. Curiously, she picked them up, opening one of them.

Might be a few minutes late for the study session. Can’t wait to see you. xSteve.

This note was clearly the one he put in today so what could the other one- oh. It was the second note he left in her locker. The one she didn’t go back to see. Knowing generally what was in the letter, she decided to open it anyway.

You looked really pretty in chem today xSteve.

What…was this? You looked pretty in chem today? What happened to Tina’s party? There was nothing about a party in this letter! Y/n had to calm herself down. Steve had never flat-out complimented her before. What did this mean? 

It was going to be okay. She would see him after school to study. Everything was going to be fine…

But that time never came.

She waited, and waited. It felt like forever though it only turning out to be a few hours. Making her way through three cups of coffee, a muffin, and all of her homework, Y/n was ready to call it a night. Her blood boiled beneath her skin, angry that he didn’t show. What was so important that he would ditch her like this? 

Taking the bus home, she thought about what she would do. Did she call him now? Wait to tell him tomorrow at school? What would she even say? Even though they were just friends, they made a plan to hang out. But it still felt like she didn’t have the right to be mad at him. They were fake dating and for some reason, it made her feel like non of her emotions were valid.

Opting to talk about the situation with her best friend, she called Robin. And after a lengthy ramble about how rude it was that he ditched their study date, the phone line went quiet.

“Rob? You still there?” she asked, worried she got disconnected.

It was silent for a moment before she heard her best friend come through. “No…I’m still here.”

“Then what do you think about this I mean, I was definitely uncalled for right?”

“Y/n…there’s more.”

“More? What do you mean more?” What could Robin tell her that she didn’t already know?

“I kind of know why he wasn’t there…” Why would Robin know? What was he hiding from her? “He went to see Nancy again, I’m sorry, Y/n.”

Nancy Wheeler. She should have known, especially after Tina’s party. It felt like he wasn’t trying to get over her and that made Y/n mad. If he wasn’t going to change, maybe it was time to call it quits. Billy had left her alone and it was clear Nancy was still a part of his life so why were they doing this anymore? Their purpose was over.

“You still there Y/n?” Robin asked over the phone.

“Yeah… I’m still here,” she answered. “Could you give me a ride tomorrow? I don’t think I can face him right now.”

“Me? You hate my driving.”

“Then you should know how bad Harrington messed up.”

“Alright then, see you tomorrow.”

“See ya.”

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With no shared classes for the day, she hoped to avoid Steve entirely. Robin had picked her up as promised and she didn’t even go to her locker, a place he frequently waited for her at school. Instead, the two girls found their way to one of the band study rooms, waiting for class to begin.

“How did you know where Steve was exactly?” Y/n asked her.

“I was driving home from Vickie's house and-“

“Wait Vickie invited you over?”

“Yes! It was amazing!” Robin exclaimed, “She called me and- sorry we’re getting side-tracked we’ll talk about it later. Uh, yeah so I was driving home and I saw his car parked outside Nancy's house.”

Y/n leaned back in her chair. “Asshole,” she whispered to herself.

“Yeah…”

“I’m gonna head to class early,” she told her, picking up her bag. “Clear my head as I walk.”

“What are you gonna do?”

“I’m not sure…” What was she going to do? To Robin, it was like a normal case of cheating. But it was so much more complicated than that. “I’ll see you later?”

Robin nodded, waving her goodbye as she left the music room. The halls were still busy, the first bell had not even rung. That’s why she cursed to herself as she bumped into someone. 

“Oh shit I’m sorry-“ 

Looking up, she saw the last person she expected. Her eyes went wide as she stared at Steve. She couldn’t see him right now, not when everything was still fresh in her mind. Without saying another word, she turned, walking as fast as she could off to class.

“Y/n wait!” Steve called after her but she ignored him. She kept walking and walking, hoping she would get to her class soon. “We need to talk Y/n!”

“No we don’t!” she told him, not bothering to look back. She turned down the hall a little too slow, feeling as he took hold of her wist. Whipping her head she turned to look at him. “Let go of my arm, Steve.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were getting a ride this morning?” he asked. “I waited for 10 minutes before your dad came out and told me you already left.”

Sighing, she knew she couldn’t avoid the conversation anymore. There was an empty science classroom just across from them that was never used on that day of the week. Motioning to it, he followed her inside, leaning against the closed door with crossed arms. 

“That was a pretty shitty thing to do, Y/n,” he said. “I don’t care that someone else picked you up I just wished you had told me.”

Y/n felt her anger bubbling up inside her. She scoffed. “I should’ve told you? Tell me, Steve, did you have any plans last night?” 

She watched as his eyes widened. The realization that he abandoned her for the study session he planned. “Y/n I- I’m so sorry something came up and-“

“Yeah, Nancy Wheeler came up.” She watched as he closed his mouth, wondering how she could have known about that. “Robin saw your car at her house.”

“I can explain I-“

“I think that says enough,” she interrupted her. “Listen, Steve, I think we should call it quits.”

“W-what? Why?”

“Billy’s left me alone. He’s sleeping with some chick from his job and I'm probably the last thing on his mind anymore. And it’s clear that you can’t move on from Nancy despite her having a boyfriend so what are we doing this for? Why pretend to date when there is no reasoning behind it?”

“I’m so sorry about Nancy okay?” he said, moving closer to her. “But she had some shit going on and I was the one she called to talk to. I know our romantic relationship had ended but that doesn’t mean I won’t be there for her when she needs me.”

It sounded like he was pleading to her- it sounded like something couples did.

“I don’t trust Billy enough to leave you alone if we stopped this just- for my sake- let’s keep doing this a little longer okay? Why don’t you come to the ski trip with me?”

“The ski trip? Our school has a ski trip?”

“They do it every year.” He took both his hands in hers. “I’m really, really sorry. Please let me make it up to you.”

It was hard to say no to him. That smug look on his face became more powerful the more time she spent with him. Part of her hated that she was falling for his Harrington charm all over again. And that part of her made it impossible to say no.

“Okay.” 

“Okay?”

She nodded. “Ski trip, sure. It sounds fun.”

The first bell rang, making them both aware of how close they had gotten in the empty science room. Backing away, Steve didn’t stop the smile forming on his lips. 

“Cool, yeah. You won’t regret this!”

“Get to class, Steve!”

Smiling, he burst open the door, his hands half in the air with celebration. “You won’t regret this!”

Y/n’s heart broke a little inside as she watched him disappear down the hall. What did she just agree to? A whole weekend with her fake lover that she was now thinking she actually liked?

Things were bound to fall apart.

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Eddie the Banished

Eddie Munson x Byers!fem reader

Word count: 6k

Summary: Eddie helps you have a great time with your little brothe

Part 2 Part 3

A/N: this idea had been in my mind for a long time, because I love Will and I hate how his friends treat him, lol

There's no Vecna incident here at all, it's just the Byers going on vacation back to Hawkins.

You were still looking toward the entrance with slight nervousness, waiting for the night bus to arrive at Hawkins. Everything had been very difficult since the Starcourt mall fire and it had taken you a long time to find a decent rhythm of life again. Your mother, brothers, and your now new sister had gone to live in California, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't leave your life in Indiana. Jonathan had no problem with changing schools, but for you it was very difficult; You were in charge of the literature club. And I mean, to a lot of people it might seem silly, but you'd been fighting hard for that position since you entered high school and you weren't about to give up. Besides, that same passion for writing had gotten you a job at the Hawkins Post (now without those awful men who mistreated Nancy so badly) and you couldn't deny that the pay was decent.

You don't even know how you convinced your mom, Joyce Byers herself, to let you stay in town for the rest of your year of high school.

Although she would never admit it out loud, Joyce took pride in you. From a very young age you had been independent, hardworking, and great support for her, so when you asked her to let you stay in the house, she couldn't say no. After all you were 18 years old and the sooner you got used to adult life the better it would be for you.

It was difficult, more than ever, because not only did you have to study, work and take care of the home, but also because now you were alone every day. It used to be comforting to come home and get a hug from your mom, fight a little with Jonathan, or watch movies with Will.

But hey, everyone had to grow up at some point and you were no exception.

“Y/N!” you heard in the distance You saw four people waving at you in the distance and almost fell on your face as you ran to meet them, completely excited.

"Will!" you laughed, looking at your little (not so little anymore) brother. He hugged you tightly as soon as he saw you and you reciprocated.

“I missed you so much” he confessed. You felt like you might cry at that, happy at the thought that, at least for a few days, you'd have your adventure partner back.

"I missed you more"

"Hello! Do you remember that you also have another brother?” Jonathan sneered from his place, annoyed that all your attention had gone to the minor. He wasn't going to admit it, but he had missed you too. You laughed and broke away from Will to punch your older brother in the shoulder, followed by a hug. Your mother saw the three of you with a smile and it didn't take long for you to surround her in a hug as well, now feeling a couple of tears slip down your cheeks.

"I'm so happy you're here" you exclaimed. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a shy girl and noticed that it was none other than Eleven, who, like Will, had grown and changed too much. You also pulled her in for a hug and asked her if she minded being called her sister, to which she said no. She was happy to have a feminine figure like you in her life.

"Mike didn't come?" she dared to ask, with that tone that still sounded a little different.

"He promised to come to the house tomorrow to see us, today it's too late" you explained "And Nancy too" you added. Your two brothers smiled at that, after all he was supposed to be his best friend and his girlfriend who you were talking about "But well, we have to put the luggage in the car and go home"

“Do you have a car?” Will asked, quietly, a little surprised. You winked at him.

"It's my dear Steve's car, but don't tell Johnny I borrowed it from him" you laughed and he did the same. You walked next to your mother while carrying some bags and you smiled again when you realized that your family was indeed with you.

Finally your house would feel like a home again.

Frankly, Joyce was shocked when she got to the house. The house wasn’t remodeled, but there was no apparent damage either. It was still clean and tidy, with just a couple of your belongings. It didn't look like the place someone your age and on your salary would live, but in some extraordinary way you had made it work.

You agreed to let Eleven stay with you in the room, claiming that you could start getting along like sisters at last, and there was hardly any time to chat the night they arrived, as they were so tired that they went straight to sleep.

The next morning you found that your mother had gone down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast and you couldn't have been more grateful to her.

"So you have two jobs?" Jonathan asked once you sat down to eat breakfast at the table.

"That's right. Hawkins post in the afternoon and I'm a waitress at night. During the holidays I will also work in the mornings”

"And isn't it dangerous to work at night?" Joyce asked, to whom you had never told about this second job. Well, technically you had three jobs, but you were going to save yourself any illegal details for now.

"Not yet, the owners are good people and pay well, so I can't complain," you said, while you shrugged your shoulders.

"And do you study at school too?" she asked, now Eleven, dumbfounded by your occupations. You kindly nodded and she gave a soft 'wow' at that. At some point the conversation turned to them, as expected, and you found out about everything they had been doing both at school and work. You knew a thing or two from your weekly calls to Lenora Hills, but there was nothing like discussing it in person.

The doorbell rang as you were finishing your second course and then all chaos broke loose. It was, of course, the Wheelers, along with Dustin, Lucas, and Max. Everyone was there to greet your guests and you took advantage of some point in the confusion to go up to your room and change into the uniform of the bar where you were going to work.

"Are you leaving so soon?"

"Duty calls, mother" you joked, approaching her and kissing her "I'll be here by meal, I promise"

“Take care of yourself,” she asked you, worried, like any good mother, that someone in that bar was disrespectful to you. But hey, after facing a monstrous threat of death a couple of drunks seemed like a simple thing.

You quickly said goodbye to everyone and walked out the front door, ready to go about your daily routine.

“Welcome to The Hideout, how can I help you?” you hummed as you did with all the customers lately. It wasn't until you looked up that you realized who it was. Pretty smile, curly hair, and sparkling eyes "Oh our beloved rising rock star" you exclaimed, watching Eddie Munson sit across from you "What brings you here?"

"I wanted to have a beer and say hi too," he replied, his flirtatious grin never leaving him for a second.

It was funny how you met Eddie. You were in the literature club and previously had your own room for meetings, but due to cost cuts, you had to share space with the drama club. So it was that, at the beginning of the year, you found out that another club was operating in the prop warehouse, one called the “Hellfire Club”. You had heard of that before, but you thought it was just a prank to annoy the teachers, but it turned out that it was something formal and that it was a club where they met to play Dungeons and Dragons. You almost screamed when you found out and you were extremely sorry that due to time and availability issues you could no longer join that club. Still, you didn't avoid running into the guy a couple of times in the classroom, and soon after you got the job at The Hideout and found out he had a band that played there every Tuesday. How small the world was.

Thus you established a solid friendship with the boy, and as you got to know him you liked him better. One day you found out that he was selling drugs and Eddie was so worried that you might say something that he offered you to go into the business. You were surprised that he considered this the best decision, but that had been a difficult time and it suddenly seemed like a good idea. It was then that he went from being a complete unknown to being your co-worker and business associate.

You didn't even want to think about what your mother would say if she found out that you were keeping drugs in your house for the city freak.

"Dark beer, right?"

"You know me well," he exclaimed, with a goofy grin. You and Eddie had kissed a couple of times (nothing formal) when you found out it was a great stress reliever and he just because he was fascinated by you. Those encounters hadn't disturbed your friendship in the least, but sometimes you couldn't run away from those heart-eyed looks Eddie gave you. "I heard your family is here."

"Where did you hear that?" you asked amused. It was obvious that your family wasn’t famous and Eddie was only justifying his excessive attention to everything you said to him since you had only commented on it last Tuesday.

"A little bird over there" he exclaimed, brushing it off. You put the beer in front of him and leaned against the counter to finally see him properly.

"Well, it's true, they're here" you replied happily "And I'd still like to collect that favor you owe me"

“You just say the day and time, doll. I am available to you whenever you want,” he said politely. You smiled widely when you heard it and nodded, hoping that your day off would finally come.

You were just hoping the surprise would be nice for your little brother.

"What do you say we have fish for dinner later? I have some in the refrigerator and we brought vegetables"

"We just ate" he complained "Besides I don't like fish, you better order a pizza"

"Willam Byers, if we keep eating pizza like this, we're going to end up dead from diabetes or some shit" you laughed, as you maneuvered to open the door with shopping bags in hand.

"Diabetes is because of sugar, silly" he replied between laughs. There was nobody at home; Joyce had gone to whoever knows where, Jonathan was with Nancy, and El, obviously, with Mike.

Perhaps it was very childish behavior on your part, but you could tell without hesitation that you had contempt for Mike Wheeler. You weren't the best of friends from the start, but your feud was cemented a year ago, when he turned out to be a complete jerk to your little brother. You knew that maybe it was just adolescence and hormones that forced him to leave Will aside to dedicate his attention to Eleven, but it didn't justify the hostility with which he had treated him either.

That's how you built up that resentment and it ended up to the point where you practically couldn't stand to see it.

"Did you leave the light on?" he asked, looking around the room in confusion. You kept your composure and imitated the boy's face.

"I don't remember" you lied. Suddenly there was a crash and Will jumped in his place, almost dropping the bags that he had in his hand. You took them off and placed them on the kitchen counter, moving with mock wariness to check the living room, followed by Will.

You almost let out a genuine scream as you see a cloaked figure standing right in the middle.

"I finally found you two!" the person yelled, pointing a finger at you. His voice sounded slightly desperate "I've been looking for you for so long"

"Who are you?" you asked, looking him up and down; completely black clothing and his cape were bright red. You had always thought that red-suited him wonderfully and today you were checking it out.

“My name is Eddie the Banished and I am a poor exiled warrior who comes in the hope that you will help me save a home that disowns me” he explained to you. Will, who you hadn't seen until then, looked surprised rather than confused "Y/N the Lost" he called to you, approaching and gently taking your hand while looking at you with pleading eyes. Not for nothing was he at the drama club. "And of course, Will the Wise," he continued, now turning to your brother.

“No way,” he exclaimed, his gaze alternating between you and Eddie. For a second, you both grinned at him and it was only then that he thought to look further, only to notice a table neatly laid out with D&D items.

"What's the matter, Eddie the Banished?" you asked, stepping into character and grabbing the boy's cheeks as if you were genuinely concerned and he was devastated. Will was looking at you with a mixture of curiosity, amusement, and surprise.

"A disciple of Nuitari has been consumed by dark magic and wants to kill as many as he can to strengthen his powers and offer their souls as a sacrifice to his God," he said. You were amazed at the creativity that Eddie had to create the most wonderful plots and you fought not to smile. You were supposed to be in character, it was a time to worry "You have to contain him before it's too late and he manages to gather more of his people"

“But even I who am a good warrior cannot fight against dark magic.”

"I can," Will interjected, looking at both of you. You felt like you would scream with excitement.

“It will be dangerous”

"We have to do this, sister, we can't leave these poor people unprotected," he argued. He was in the story, as you had seen him so many times when you were little "Eddie the Banished, guide us to your village"

"Praise all the Gods, I knew that a couple of heroes like you wouldn’t deny a call for help" he thanked. You were about to say something else when he spoke again "But you can't go dressed like that" without giving explanations he went to the table and picked up a basket in which you used to put dirty clothes but now it contained something else: your old green cape and a robe full of stars, as well as a hat with the same print. Will's eyes glazed over a little at the fact that you had so carefully guarded that costume your mother had made for him so long ago, thinking that as he got older those games would become a thing of the past and he would have to 'mature' as everyone told him to do.

And then there was you and that crazy stranger you had acquired, both of you offering him one last adventure that would remind him of the happiness he lived when he was just a child.

“You don't have to do this if you don't want to,” you said, suddenly feeling fearful. Perhaps you had misunderstood everything and Will had changed his tastes and hobbies.

But he simply took both pieces of cloth and held yours out to you, making you see dark green velvet and purple satin with silver stars shimmering in the artificial light.

“This man has come looking for our help and that is what we are going to do; help him”

Eddie saw the most beautiful and brilliant smile of all on your face while you looked at the boy and he did not hesitate to hold your hand and Will's to pull you to the chairs.

You started listening to the backstory carefully, watching Eddie make all sorts of signs and lost yourself in his voice after a few minutes. It wasn't supposed to be such a complex adventure, but still, the world was down to the three of you in that room for the next few hours.

You had to admit that even though you knew his campaigns were good, you didn't think they would be that good. He was creative, taking it upon himself to give you challenges that only made you care more, but always keeping just the right amount of fun to continue an entertaining game.

“Garzag has Y/N!” Eddie said to Will after you tried to attack your opponent and failed monumentally; a fucking 1 in D20 got you there. The atmosphere had already heated up and by that point you were yelling, flailing, and making all sorts of complaints “He's lifting her off the ground without even touching her, putting all his effort into casting enough magic to squeeze her body to death. She whimpers, gasping for air to breathe, blood dripping from her wounded forehead, as she looks up at you” There was a dramatic pause and you could see real concern in the boy's eyes. "You're tired and hurt; you can just walk away and leave her to die. Or you can continue fighting and risk dying too… What do you want to do, Will the Wise?”

"Garzag's hurt too and he doesn't have many points left," Will mused. He shared a brief look with you, the kind that tells you that he won't leave you alone "So I'm going to send him back to hell where he belongs and save my sister"

"I'm warning you; you need the highest score to land a powerful enough blow," Eddie exclaimed, looking at him and then back at you. "If not... then it's all over for you two”

“Didn't you hear me? I'm going to kill that son of a bitch!" Will half-shouted, ecstatic on the adrenaline of the moment, making Eddie laugh out loud. He took the D20 without thinking twice and shook it for a few seconds in his hands, before throwing it on the table. You would swear that time stopped for an instant, as did your heart, and then the dice finally rolled out the score.

Twenty.

"That's it!"

"Will managed to cast a spell on Garzag!" Eddie announced, totally shocked “He doubles over his abdomen at the feel of it and carelessly drops Y/N to the floor. He is feeling how all the magic escapes from his body…” the boy began to imitate the movements that Garzag was supposed to be doing, holding his stomach in desperation “This is impossible! he yells, incredulous that anyone could have beaten him. He falls to the floor on his knees…” Eddie did it “and he begins to feel how little by little all the vitality of his body leaves him. The spell would leave only the pure parts of his soul and with nothing left he begins to turn to smoke, screaming in pain and writhing from the sensation” again, Eddie exemplified what he was saying “Curse the people and curse the heroes who have managed to defeat him, promising to return in another life and collect their revenge. Everything becomes a mess of screaming and the smell of putrefaction as he disappears, leaving only a black stain on the floor in front of the two of you. The irrefutable proof that you have managed to eliminate the evil and that now the village is safe”

When he finishes, you can't help but clap your hands. And by consequence, Will does too. You really do feel like a couple of heroes who have just fought one of their worst battles and it's all thanks to the brilliant and imaginative mind of the person you're acknowledging.

"That was amazing!" he says happily. Eddie gives a mocking reverence that causes his hood to fall off, exposing his pretty, crazy hair.

“You did all the work”

"Yeah, we kicked that asshole really good," you complimented, giving Will a high-five.

"Why didn't you tell me you had all this planned?" he said, now towards you. You just shrugged with a smile.

“Well, I thought it would be nice to surprise you. That's why I took you out shopping and let Eddie do all his magic."

"No offense, but how did he convince you Y/N to do this?" he insisted. There had been no time for introductions before playing and he was extremely intrigued to meet who had just put together the shortest and best campaign he had ever played.

"I'm the biggest nerd when it comes to D&D, so she barely had to say a few words to drag me here" replied Eddie, smiling at him "She wasn't lying when she said you have spirit, I've never had a couple of players that enthusiastic"

"The part where Garzag started attacking us with those flying demons was crazy, I never expected it" you confessed, getting back into the conversation.

“But did you see how we took them down? Just for one point…” Suddenly you found yourself involved in a heated discussion of the tensest moments, as well as occasional re-enactments of said events.

You were screaming and laughing so hard you didn't even notice when the front door opened.

"Okay, but hear me out: the way Will escaped Garzag’s finger of death was a miracle, I thought he would die and we would finally be done!"

"It takes more than a simple spell to kill a Byers!" you laughed out loud, watching Will do the same.

"Eddie?" someone behind you asked. From the corridor your mother, Eleven, Jonathan, and (the most surprised of all) Mike were looking at you "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, hello! I came to play a bit with Y/N ​​and Will” he answered as if he was the most obvious thing in the world.

"It's good that you're back," you said nervously, towards your mother and brother who were looking at you confused. You got up from your chair and yanked Eddie out of his, practically pushing him to face Joyce. "Mom, this is Eddie, my…" What was the correct term? Friend? Partner in the sale of drugs? Buddy I make out with occasionally when we're both stressed? “Co-worker” you ended up saying, but the downtime while searching for the term did not go unnoticed.

“It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Byers. Y/N has told me a lot about you” He smiled. You and Mike looked at Eddie in amazement, for he had never displayed such manners before.

"Hello! Nice to meet you too. I see they were playing a bit while we were gone”

"You should have been here, mom, it was a super crazy and cool thing," said Will, excited. It had been a long time since he had smiled that way and Jonathan smiled the same way when he saw him "Eddie is the best dungeon master and he has an official edition of the game, with figures and everything"

"I'm so happy to hear that, my love" Joyce replied, just as happy as her eldest son for the joy that suddenly invaded the environment "You also dusted off your robe and your hat"

"Y/N kept them all this time, can you believe it?"

"Why didn't you tell me you were going to play?" a different voice asked. It was Mike and he seemed really offended, but you couldn't feel any empathy. You knew that he wasn't interested in being with your brother but with Eddie, for whom he seemed to feel an exaggerated kind of admiration "He could have come"

"Oh, come on. When I still lived here you were never in the mood to play, we were spared the pain of you saying no” replied Will, his voice firm and even a little venomous. Everyone remained silent and you held back from laughing widely amid the awkward moment, happy that your brother had finally given the black-haired boy what he deserved.

"Besides, you're not that good, Wheeler," you added, with a smirk. You didn't want to get into a fight with a teenager, so you spoke again before he could, "Mom, sorry, but I lost track of time and I haven't made any dinner yet..."

"We'll order pizza," Jonathan informed you, causing you and Will to share a look before bursting out laughing. “What?”

“Nothing, Johnny. Pizza sounds great”

“I… I think it's time to go,” reported Eddie, who had been watching the scene in silence as he fiddled with his rings. You had learned that he did that when he was nervous and personally you found him most tender.

"Don't you want to stay for dinner?" your mother chimed in, kind as only she was.

"I wouldn't want to be a bother"

"Nothing of that! We'd like to meet you, Y/N doesn't introduce us to many friends."

“That's because she doesn't have any friends,” Jonathan scoffed and you took a couple of steps to punch him in the arm, hearing him groan. Most of those present laughed at the exchange.

"Huh, well..." Eddie hesitated. You had never seen him so shy and the reason why he was like that intrigued you "if it's no problem, I guess I can stay"

“Wonderful,” Joyce smiled, looking at you and then back at him. “Y/N, clear the living room table so we can have dinner there, please,” she said and you nodded. You grabbed Eddie's wrist and you could almost swear you saw him blush.

"Come on, we have to save your pieces"

"I help!" Will muttered and for a second you heard again that happy 12-year-old boy you thought was gone forever.

He didn't even care about Mike's angry look and you were too busy to notice the knowing smiles your mom and older brother shared.

"Are you sure it's okay for me to stay?"

"Of course, Ed" you answered, taking the figure of a warrior to put it in the box “Jonathan's right, I don't have many friends” you joked, hearing Will laugh at your side.

The three of you continued to chat for a while and when the rest joined in you sat down on a couch. You noticed that you were still wearing your costumes and blushed, offering to leave them in the laundry basket they had been in earlier.

"So you work with Y/N?" your mother asked, in the boy's direction. She wasn't a prejudiced woman, but you understood her reasons for doing some research on the metalhead you had brought into the house and with whom you seemed to have a bond.

“Something like that. My band plays at the bar where she works and we met there”

“He ordered a beer and I told him I liked his music and that's why we started talking”

"And what instrument do you play?"

“The guitar” he replied, again with that shyness that wasn’t natural to him “Y/N told me you guys live in California now, right? How is it over there?" he asked politely. You knew Eddie well enough to realize that he was looking to make a good impression and it made you smile.

The four of them began to tell a few things about Lenora Hills, which Eddie listened to carefully, feeling comfortable after a while. When the pizzas arrived and dinner went on nicely, with the two of you (and occasionally Mike, who seemed to be in a terrible mood) telling each other the latest about Hawkins and the rest talking about a town you didn't know.

"And Will still has no one to exchange saliva with?" you asked at some point, hearing a scolding from your mother for the term used to refer to a couple.

"I ask the same, oldie,” he said with a mocking tone, while he crossed his arms "You'd better get a couple of cats”

"Shut up!" you laughed, hitting him gently.

“Don't you want to take her, Eddie? She doesn't eat much and doesn't snore at night, we can give her to you” said Jonathan. Contrary to what you expected, he laughed out loud and looked at you while he licked his lips, as if he was really considering it.

“What a pair of brothers I have” you complained, pretending to be hurt “El, you are the only one who will receive a gift from me this Christmas”

"Now, don't fight" warned your mother, with a smile, but knowing that things could get violent from one moment to another. It was better to intervene when you were still joking in a good way "Better clear the dishes so you can go to sleep, it's late"

"I can help you before I go," Eddie informed him, taking the plate from your mother's hand and taking the rest into a pile. He took care of that and Will followed him to put the cups and pizza boxes in the kitchen trash.

“Your boyfriend is a real gentleman”

"He is not my boyfriend!" you hissed in Jonathan's direction. It wasn't because you didn't like the idea, but because you didn't want him to have a reason to bother you.

“And you don't want him to be? He seems to be a good boy."

"Mom!" you complained now, smiling out of sheer nervousness. You liked Eddie, a lot, but it was different kissing him a couple of times than now your mom and brother were trying to match you.

“And think about it, if you become his girlfriend, he will also be Will's friend. You kill two birds with one stone” argued Jonathan. You didn't have time to answer him, because Eddie and your little brother were already in front of you again. They seemed to have had their own conversation and proof of this was the blush that appeared on the curly-haired boy's cheeks.

"I say goodbye, I was very pleased to meet you and I thank you for dinner"

“You can come anytime, we were glad to meet you too,” Joyce said kindly, hugging him to say goodbye. My God, your mom was doing her best to embarrass you or maybe she just wanted to secure her new son-in-law.

“See you, Will the Wise,” she said, now towards the aforementioned, while extending her fist to bump him “Goodbye, Jane. And my condolences”

"Why?"

"Because a girl like you has a boyfriend like this," he answered, hearing Mike blurt out a swear word and hearing you laugh. Even Eleven laughed at the joke "Hope I don't see you soon, Wheeler."

"I'll walk you to your van" you exclaimed with a smile. The two of you walked to the exit and then to where the van was parked, where Eddie turned to look at you.

“Here we say goodbye”

"Thank you very much for coming"

“Are you kidding? I had a great time. The pizza was delicious and your family is very nice” he said happily. The truth was that he had enjoyed everything, but what caused him the most happiness was having spent an entire afternoon with you. 

"Everyone liked you very much, especially Will," you confessed. Eddie giggled that didn't seem to be because of what you just said and it made you curious.

He wasn't going to tell you, but when Will walked him into the kitchen, he joked that he wouldn't like to become his brother-in-law and that hadn't left Eddie's mind ever since. I hadn't been in a serious relationship in a long time, and the warm reception from your family (even without knowing him) only confirmed that you were a pretty good fit.

"I guess I'll see you around"

"On Tuesday, don't forget" you smiled "I'll even treat you to whatever you want to drink, as a thank you"

“First of all, remember that this was to pay you a favor and I think I ended up owing you. And secondly, better reconsider that because I can drink like I'm a bottomless barrel when I put my mind to it” he warned you, making you laugh “What do you say we better have dinner together that day? French fries are okay,” he suggested. All your brain heard was 'date'.

"I'd love to"

"Cool," he smiled, trying not to look more excited than he should.

"Have a good trip, Eddie the Banished" you said gently, as you put a hand on his cheek "May the gods protect your path and arrive safely wherever you go"

"Does this mean a goodbye?"

"A see you later" you answered, while both of you laughed at the slip towards the interpretation of your characters. Then you noticed the short distance between you and the evident tension that had been installed, especially because you were holding his face and he had accommodated a hand on your waist.

You saw him lick his lips, another habit that you had begun to know about him, and you also felt his gaze diverting for just a second to your mouth. But that was enough for you to understand what was going through his mind.

“Can I?” he asked, knowing that you already knew what he meant. You didn't think the day would end like this, but you let him lean into you a little and brought your lips together in a gentle kiss. It was different from what you were used to, because the times you had kissed had been between smoke, sweat, and the influence of beer. But although it was different, you could get used to it.

One of your hands managed to get tangled in his hair and bring him closer to deepen the kiss just a few seconds before letting go.

“Come on, go home,” you said, not because you didn't want to kiss him but because you knew that you wouldn't be able to stop if he was still there. Eddie smiled and stole another kiss, shorter and louder, before pulling away and climbing into the driver's seat.

"We'll meet again, Y/N the beautiful," he murmured goodbye, starting the car and heading down the road in the dark.

When you returned to the house, with a huge smile and the most obvious blush of all, you noticed that Jonathan was taking five dollars out of his wallet to hand it to Will reluctantly.

"Why is that?" you asked confused. Eleven and Joyce shared an amused look that made you uneasy.

"We bet five dollars that you and Eddie would kiss"

"And I lost," Jonathan groaned. Your face only turned redder than it had already been upon arrival.

“You guys were spying!"

“I didn't see anything," your mother defended herself, but your three siblings roared with laughter and even Mike cracked a smile.

“We have to take care of our sister” Jonathan justified himself.

"Ugh, I can't wait for all of you to go to California again," you complained, flopping back against the couch and crossing your arms in a fake tantrum.

But honestly, you loved having your family in Hawkins.

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Sneak peek from “Front Piece” chapter 7.

The following scene is tied (but slightly different in focus) with one that will be portrayed in “Little Pieces”, which is the side fic that will develop the Sota/Kaede relationship. While the scene is the same, in FP the focus will be on Inuyasha and Kagome and their evident feelings for each other (and seen from Kikyo’s pov), while on LP the focus will be on Kaede and her plot to get close to Sota (seen from Kaede’s pov).

“I think he usually helps when there are tons of visitors, so if he doesn’t show up in a few minutes, I can ask his grandpa to see if he’s home,” Shippo offered while walking with Rin hand in hand.

Kikyo sighed wistfully, glancing at Yura’s hand and itching to hold it.

“Okay,” Kaede replied with a small nod of her head.

The group walked leisurely for a few minutes before Shippo spoke up.

“There’s Sota’s mom,” he said as he began walking toward a middle-aged woman with short hair. “Mrs. Higurashi, hi!”

She turned at the call of her name, smiling brightly when she spotted the fox demon. “Oh, hello, Shippo! How are you?” the woman replied before looking at each of the girls and greeting them.

“I’m fine. Is Sota home? We were visiting and just wanted to say hi,” Shippo explained, scratching the back of his head.

Mrs. Higurashi smiled kindly, patting the boy’s shoulder. “Sota should be out here in a minute, he’s getting his grandfather a cup of tea.”

Seconds later, Sota came into view, carrying a cup and stopping when noticed the group, and his eyes widened when they landed on Kaede. “Shippo? Hi!”

“I’ll take this to your grandfather,” his mother offered, grabbing the cup from his hands and walking toward the elderly man, who was just a few meters away. All the while, the teens exchanged some greetings. Mrs. Higurashi returned soon after and remained next to her son.

Sota turned to his mother, pointing at Kikyo. “Remember I told you we ran into Inuyasha at the mall? This is his wife.”

She mentally winced at the boy’s bluntness but smiled nonetheless. “Pleased to meet you, I’m Kikyo Hidaka, and these are my sister Kaede and my friend Yura.”

It certainly left a bad taste in her mouth to introduce Yura as a mere friend, but it was certainly better than saying ‘maid’ or ‘employee’.

“Pleased to meet you, I’m Kaoru Higurashi,” she introduced herself, and Kikyo didn’t miss the surprise in the older woman’s expression, nor did she miss the faintest trace of sadness in Mrs. Higurashi’s eyes before disappearing completely.

It was a subtle gesture, but it spoke volumes to Kikyo. The woman was evidently sad for Kagome.

Mrs. Higurashi looked around, searching for something—someone—before addressing Kikyo again. “Is he visiting too? I’d love to say ‘hi’. He was such a lovely boy!”

Kikyo smiled at the kind words, shaking her head. “No, Inuyasha is on a business trip, but I’ll tell him to visit you when he returns.”

“Oh, thank you,” Kaoru replied before turning to the elderly man, who was calling out to her, “I’ll go see what he needs. It was a pleasure meeting you all.”

Kikyo watched her go, wishing she could have told Mrs. Higurashi that Inuyasha always spoke so fondly of her after returning from his year abroad. But more than anything, she wished she could have asked about Kagome’s relationship status. Given the woman’s reaction at being introduced to “Inuyasha’s wife”, Kikyo was even more certain that Inuyasha’s feelings weren’t entirely unrequited.

Leaving the teenagers to their own devices, she pulled Yura aside.

“We need to talk.”

She dearly hoped her girlfriend had also noticed what she had seen in Mrs. Higurashi’s eyes.

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part one

warnings: stupidity, dirty jokes, crying, erica, steve

word count: 2.1k

A year ago today, it was just a typical day for me. Except this summer was my last before college. 

Indiana’s heat made it too hot for bike riding, which is why my younger siblings bribed me with doing my chores for two weeks if I drove them to the mall. I would’ve given them a ride anyways but since there so generously offered, I obliged.

As soon as I parked in the parking lot, Lucas jumped out of my car. A few seconds later, he opens the door back up, following with a: “Thank you!” rushing off once more to meet his friends who were waiting for him at the front of the mall. Erica, who was sitting in the passenger seat because she forced Lucas to sit in the back, looked at me with puppy dog eyes. I already knew she wanted to ask me for something. 

“Yes?” 

“Can you buy me some ice cream?” She sweetly smiles. I sigh dramatically. 

“Fine,” I unbuckle my seatbelt and remove my key from the ignition.

“This is why you're my favorite sibling,” I laugh. 

The mall’s air conditioning felt terrific inside compared to the scorching heat outside. In front of us, a big group of obnoxious girls took their orders impossibly slow. One of them bumps my shoulder as they leave and rolls her eyes at me. Erica sets her foot out, tripping her. 

“Erica!” She shrugs her shoulders. I high-five her and we share a laugh. 

“Hi-Hi welcome to Shoops Ahoy,” I look away from Erica and make eye contact with my middle-through-high school crush. Steve Harrington was a sight for soar eyes. I haven’t seen him since our graduation party. 

I hear my sister laugh. “Scoops Ahoy, idiot.” She rudely says.

“Erica!” 

“Just the facts!” I roll my eyes at her usual response to her behavior. 

“You’re just a ball of sunshine aren’t you,” Steve adds. “Let me guess, more samples?”

“Actually, I would like to purchase your most chocolatey ice cream.”

“Coming right up, and for you?” 

“Uh, I’ll have what she’s having,”

“On the house for you,” He winks at me as he grabs his ice cream scoop. “So how much do they pay you to babysit her,” He uses his head, motioning toward Erica. 

“Oh, not enough,” We share a laugh and Erica rolls her eyes. “Erica’s my sister.” His eyes bulge. 

“You’re a Sinclair?” 

“The oldest,” His surprise offends me as if we haven’t gone to the same schools together our whole lives. 

“Hey, Steve?” Erica interjects. “More scooping, less flirting with my sister.”

“Erica!” 

Because of my sister’s bright personality, I made her sit at a table to wait for me after she got her ice cream. However, she continued to send dirty looks. 

“I was a douche in high school and I’m sorry for not noticing you sooner,” He apologizes to me. 

“No need to apologize, I was not very noticeable,” 

Steve scoffs. “Apparently,” I punch him on the shoulder. “But seriously, let me make it to you. Are you doing anything tonight?” 

“Steve, your shirt is in the ice cream.” I laugh as he realizes. 

“Shit,” He mumbles, wiping his cute uniform in an attempt to remove the stain. 

“See you around,” I lick my ice cream and walk away. 

Later that night, I hear a knock on the front door. My parents weren’t home and neither was Erica and Lucas so I was forced with answering the door. I roll out of my bed and trudge down the stairs towards the front door. 

“Hey, is Lucas here?” Dustin asks as soon as the door is opened. 

“Hello to you, too.” I notice a car in the driveway. 

“Hi. Is he here?” He impatiently continues. 

“No, he isn’t. I thought he was with you?” 

“Oh, then he’s probably with Max.” He mumbles.

“What?” 

“His girlfriend.” 

“What?” He scurries off my porch and to the car, leaving me in confusion. My dorky little brother has a girlfriend? I close the door slowly, still confused. I turn around to go back up to my room. Another knock at the door draws my attention. 

“Yes, Dustin?” I say. 

“Not quite,” I look up from the ground. 

“Steve?” He smiles and awkwardly leans on the threshold of the doorway. 

“The one and only,” 

“What are you doing here?” He winces as if I offended him. 

“Ouch,” 

“I didn’t mean it that way. It’s just…strange to see you here.” 

“I meant what I said earlier, I would like to take you out.” 

“If I say yes, will you wear that cute sailor uniform to our date?” He groans. 

“Ok, deal,” He sticks his hand out. I laugh and then shake his hand. Honks from Steve’s car catch our attention. 

“Speed it up, lover boy,” Dustin yells from the rolled-down window. Steve chuckles before turning back to me. He brings my hand up to his face and places a gentle on my hand. 

“I’ll pick you up at eight tomorrow after work.” Leaving me at a loss for words, he walks back to his car.  

Our first date was amazing and so we had another. Our second date was also amazing so we had another.  Many dates later, Steve asked me out. 12 amazing months later, we are still together. Today, was our one-year anniversary and Steve, was nowhere to be found. Five minutes turned into ten, then thirty, then an hour passed. There had to be a reasonable explanation. Steve had never stood me up on a date. He always showed up, the latest he had ever been was five minutes. The waitress approaches me. 

“Ma’am, you need to order something or I’m gonna ask you to leave.” I grab a breadstick and take a bite. 

“May I borrow your phone, please,” I say, speaking with my mouth full. 

“Of course,” She motions for me to follow her. She points to the phone. I dial our home phone. The phone rings. Nobody picks up. There had to be a reasonable explanation for this. He wouldn’t do this on purpose. The waitress, who was behind me without my knowledge, waited there patiently. I thank her and walk out of Enzo’s. It was unusually chilly for a summer night and my being in a dress didn’t seem to help my situation. Betty, my Volkswagen Beetle, provided me with warmth as I sat inside. There had to be a reasonable explanation for this, I tell myself again. I pull into the apartment building parking lot. Steve’s car is nowhere to be found. Three months ago, on our 9th month anniversary, he asked me to move in with him. We have been living with each other ever since. 

“How much longer?” My feet started to throb because I overdressed, assuming that I wouldn’t be hiking for our date. 

“C’mere,” He squats down. “Hop on.” I get on my boyfriend’s back. He groans loudly. I squirm to get off his back. “I’m kidding,” 

“Asshole,” He chuckles. 

“You love this asshole,” He snarks. 

“That sounds very wrong,”

“Oh,” He pauses as he realizes and I laugh. 

A table is set out in the middle of a clearing. A table cloth covers the table, along with candles, two glasses, and silverware. Steve sets me down on the ground and pulls the chair out for me. 

“Steve, did you do all this?” He dusts his shoulders off causing me to laugh. 

“He had some help,” Dustin comes from out of nowhere with a suit and tie. “Water?” Still confused, I don’t respond. 

“Yes, please.”

“And Y/n, how about you? Water?” I nod, still baffled at how Dustin Henderson is being tame. He pours me the water in the glass and walks away, disappearing again.

“Your meal served.” Mike appears dressed the same as Dustin was, holding a metal cloche. He removes the top and places a plate in front of me. He runs back to wherever he came from, returning quickly with Steve’s plate. I look at the food in front of me. Its pasta and an abnormally large singular meatball look surprisingly good. 

“How did- what- when?” I stutter after Mike disappears again. My mind moves faster than my mouth can handle. 

“I’ll explain later, just enjoy.” He watches me closely, waiting for me to take a bite. I grab a fork and pick up some of the pasta with it. I place it in my mouth and slowly chew. 

“Oh my gosh,” 

“What?” His face is flooded with seriousness as he tried to read mine. “How is it?”

“Did you make this?”

“Yes,”

“It’s amazing,” His smile returns. My boyfriend was a terrible, and I mean absolutely horrid cook. 

“Try the meatball,” I attempt to pick it up with the fork, visibly struggling. “Just use your hands.” I sigh and pick it up with my hands to please him. I bite something hard. I pull it away from my mouth to find what I just bit. A shiny thing is embedded in the meatball. I pull it out to find it’s a key. 

“Will you move in with me?” He asks me. 

“What the hell?” I look at him then back at the key in my hand. “I literally could’ve choked, Steve!” He seems to become aware of how he almost committed murder. 

“Shit. I’m so sorry, Y/n.” He panics and continues to babble, but I can’t be mad at him. 

“I would love to be your roommate.” His babbling continued.

“Wait, really?” He finally hears me. I nod and he walks over to me, closing the space between us. He leans in but I place my hands on his chest.

“Let’s not place large items in my food anymore, ok?” He rapidly nods.

“I promise,” I pull him into a kiss. 

“Ew,” My brother’s voice draws our attention. He’s dressed in a suit with a silver cloche in his hands. “Dessert?” 

“No, fucking, way” I look back at my boyfriend who made miracles happen. 

The tears rolling down my face made it hard to see the road as I made my way back to my apartment. So I stopped my sobbing but was quickly distracted by the sound of the radio static. The familiar tune played but I quickly turned off the radio. I turn my eyes to the road and slam on the breaks. I place my car in park and run out. Fred Benson’s body lay there, his arms and legs disfigured whilst he lay lifeless on the road. A scream escaped my throat as I slowly backed away from his body. Everything after that was a blur. 

Somehow I ended up at…well, I didn’t exactly know where I was. Not knowing how I got there, not knowing what happened. All I could see every time I blinked was Fred’s mangled body on the road. 

“You think she’s gonna be ok?” I hear Dustin say as if I wasn’t in the room. 

“Well,” Eddie starts. “I’ve been there and it’s not very fun-” He laughs but stops when he hears no one join in. 

“Ok,” Steve breathes out. “Here goes nothing.” He kneels down in front of me. “Y/n, baby?” I blankly look at him. “We need to talk.” I slowly nod because that’s all I could bring myself to do. Steve told me about the Hawkins Laboratory, Eleven, Demogorgons, the Mind Flayer, and finally Vecna. It all sounded stupid and made up but it explained all of the missing and dead people. He finished speaking but I didn’t say anything. 

“You should give her some time to process all of this-” Robin says but I interrupt her.

“So this is why you didn’t show up to our anniversary dinner?” I speak for the first time all night.

“Oh shit,” Steve mutters. 

“We should leave,” Dustin whispers and they all collectively exit the room. 

“I sat there for an hour, waiting for you.” We are now standing. 

“Wait, what is today’s date?” He asks.

“It’s our anniversary, Steve!”

“Just bear with me, ok?” I breathe out, becoming impatient.

“It’s the 23rd,” He starts laughing out of nowhere, causing me to be more annoyed. 

“Baby, our anniversary is on the 25th.” As I wrap my head around what he said he cups my face with his hands. 

“Oh,” I pause. “Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry. I was so mad at you. I thought you stood me up.” 

“Y/n,” He stops my rambling. “It’s ok,” We hug for what seems like forever until a knock interrupts us. 

“Sorry to interupt-”

“So don’t,” Steve says.

“We have bigger problems than your relationship, Steve!” And so we followed Dustin. But this time we were doing it together. 

Steve promised that he wouldn’t lie or hide anything from me anymore.

#steve harrington x sinclair #black girl reader #black girl writer #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x black reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #lucas sinclair #erica sinclair #stranger things #stranger things s4 #steve Harrington x Sinclair!

[wolves-and-stars]

Part One: ‘The Deer Hunters’

Harry had been in a bad mood all week and Sirius was on the quest to find out why. As soon as he was done getting dressed he went to wake Harry up.

Sirius knew he was having a hard time adjusting to Hogwarts prep and it had him agonising over every little thing, but he was ready to get Harry out of it.

"Time to get up." Sirius poked at the sleeping boy,

when Harry just pressed his face into his pillow Sirius continued.

"Hey, I have a huge dilemma that I need your opinion on."

"What?!"

"Am I more beautiful today than I was yesterday?" Sirius lamented, laying beside harry.

"Oh, boy. I'm just not sure." Harry grumbled

"I looked in the mirror, and I thought, 'well, yes, definitely, huge improvement'," Sirius said pulling the pillow off of Harry's face.

"Can I have my pillow back?" he growled trying to snatch it back from Sirius.

"Then I thought maybe it's not that I'm more beautiful today. Maybe I was just as beautiful yesterday, only I lacked the self-esteem to recognize it." Sirius continued, watching harry trudge out of bed getting a towel.

"I'm gonna take a shower." he griped at Sirius.

"Hurry up, I'll drive you to school." Sirius offered

"No, thanks."

"Why so charming this morning?"

"I had an annoying visit from the Godrics hollow wake-up fairy."

"Okay, you're crabby. Do you know what the perfect cure for crabbiness is? A fabulous trip to the mall. We can get you the leather jacket you've been eyeing?."

"No, thanks."

"It might make you feel better."

"I feel fine, and I don't wanna waste time."

"I know you've been in a funk, but you got to try not dwelling on it."

"I'm gonna be late for school."

"O-Kay, then just meet me in town around 4:00 we'll get some Indian food and spoil our dinner."

"Whatever."

"Hey, love the enthusiasm, does 'up with people' know about you?" Sirius called out watching harry leave the room.

The situation was much worse than he could've anticipated, Harry had been eyeing that jacket for two months now, he was so sure it would cheer him up.

Something was seriously wrong. hah. Siriusly. Laughing to himself thinking about how truly funny he was he headed to work.

x

Sirius walked into the classroom where the parent-teaching meet was being held, ready to hide in the back while the other parents discussed SAT prep and uniform codes. What he didn't expect was to run headfirst into Harry's teacher.

"Oh hi, I'm Sirius Black... Harry's godfather"

"I'm Remus Lupin."

"Nice to meet you," Sirius said shaking his hand, admiring the gorgeous man.

"How's Harry liking Hogwarts, so far?" Remus asked,

"Oh, he loves it."

"Really?" if Sirius didn't know any better he'd have thought it was a look of confusion etched on the teacher's face.

"Yeah. It's an adjustment, but he's always wanted to go to Harvard, and this is how he'll get there."

"Harvard?"

"Yep. Ever since he found James and Lily graduated from there" Sirius nodded slightly sad, even after 16 years.

"It's a great school," Remus said polite enough not to pry. Attractive, nice, well educated, what did this man not have, hopefully for Sirius, a girlfriend.

"You know, I hope Harry adjusts to this place. We need him here."

"Thank you. That's so nice."

"I hope he's not too disappointed about his paper. I know a "D" seems dismal-"

"Harry got a "D"?" Sirius said jolted

"Yeah, but-"

"He's never gotten a "D. God, I'm such an idiot. I've gotta go."

"I'm sorry if I said something to offend you."

Oh, no. If Harry got a "D," he's not feeling too good, and I'd like to be there."

"I understand."

"So... It was nice meeting you."

"You too," Remus said waving.

fuck. His life was a lot easier before he met Remus Lupin ten minutes ago

x

"Oh, hello, bookworm," Sirius said sitting next to Harry, where he'd plunged himself into obsessive studying.

"Finally. Where were you?" Harry complained.

"Well, um, actually, I was at Hogwarts." Sirius started slowly

"Why?" Harry questioned

"I was there for the-" Sirius said trailing off a bit, giving him a chance.

Realisation struck Harry before he look entirely horrified "Parent/teacher meeting. Oh, my god. Yeah. I forgot."

"It went very well. I was extremely charming. I won the whole crowd over. They made me queen." Sirius said trying to alleviate the tension on the boy's face.

"So I guess you talked to Mr Lupin," Harry said more than asked, resigned.

"Why did you let me whine about skipping school and Indian food when you had something major going on?" Sirius questioned lightly, feeling a bit guilty he'd missed such a big thing.

"I know. I'm sorry." Harry said, head titled downwards.

"You should have told me."

"I couldn't," he said sounding small making Sirius' heart pang sharply, wanting to comfort him immediately.

"You couldn't tell me? You tell me everything." Sirius asked confused

"It was too humiliating," Harry murmured

"Oh, honey." Sirius reached out to grab Harry's hand, before continuing

"You once told me that you love 'saved by the bell. What could be more humiliating than that?"

"I couldn't form the words. I couldn't even say it. I couldn't even comprehend it. It was... a 'D.' I got a 'D'. I've never gotten a "D". Ever."

"I know." he clucked sympathetically tilting his head to the side.

"A "D." I suck."

"You don't suck." Sirius reprimanded

"I can't do this."

"Listen, a "D" is bad. Okay? But all this talk about "I suck" and self-pity, that's worse. Not you. A "D" is one grade, not the end of the world. You'll catch up and do better. You can do this, and I will help you."

"Do you really think I can do this?" Harry asked green eyes brimming with worry.

Sirius smiled carefully feeling his heart get full just looking at the boy "I bet you a dollar."

"That's it? That's all my future's worth... $1?" Harry laughed

"Well, you did get a "D." Sirius teased, hiding a smirk.  

#enemies to friends to lovers #enemies to lovers #wolfstar #Remus Lupin #remus x sirius #Sirius Black #Marauders

[cinnamokittykat]

Puppy Love Chapter 3: Mall Goth

This one is short, sorry about that. I really just wanted to establish Monica as a character.

Lilith grabbed her purse excitedly, pulling her phone out to confirm one last time with Monica.

"Hey, we're ready. Just to confirm, are you ok with him joining us?"

"Yeah! Thank you for asking so much, but I understand the situation!"

"Alright, thank you so much."

Lilith strolled down the stairs, wearing a white knitted dress and a baby blue sweater with white, knee-high boots. She met with König's piercing gaze. His eyes were the only facial feature of his able to be seen, adding to the intensity. König looked down at his very plain in comparison camo pants and a black t-shirt. He felt Lilith look upon him.

"Are you... going to keep... wearing that...?" She queried about his hood.

"Ja, why not? It is cold." He answered shortly. Lilith decided not to press further. He had been in battle; the poor guy probably had some scars.

After a short bus ride, they arrived at the mall. Monica said that she would meet them there. The little black cat's trad goth getup was hard to miss. Lilith always thought it was a lucky coincidence that her best friend was a devoted goth, being that she had a pair of fluffy black ears and an even fluffier tail. The personality contrast always amused her as well. Monica was surprisingly warm and friendly for someone who looked like Dracula's catgirl.

König had stopped to tighten the laces on his boots, leaving Lilith to go a few steps ahead. She should be by Starbucks... Lilith thought to herself. There! The two girls ran up to each other squealing and ended up in a tight embrace.

"Oh my goddddd, I missed you so much girlllll! And your outfit is so cute!!!"

"Your's is very nice too." Lilith smiled.

"I ordered us some coffee! I don't know what your friend wants though, so I'm sorry I couldn't get him anything!"

"Oh, it's really fine Monica, and thank you so much once again."

"Speaking of, where is-" Monica stopped, her pupils narrowing and tail puffing up.

König had finally caught up with the girls and was about to tap Lilith on the shoulder when he heard a low snarl and froze in place. The girl turned around to see him.

"Oh, hi König! Monica, please don't worry, this is the guy I was bringing along."

Monica looked him up and down, then dragged her friend to a corner a few feet away.

"You stay there." She growled at the man.

"Girl, what the hell were you thinking?"

"I-"

"Let me get this straight, you're letting a guy who you barely know, and who could kill you at a moment's notice just... stay a few rooms down from you?"

"Uh... yes."

Monica shook her head, her tail switching in annoyance.

"Monica, please, he's been a great help so far, and to be honest, I've been lonely and it's nice to have company."

"Oh please, don't tell me that this is the guy from your 'dream', is it?"

"Again, yes. And I'm sorry, I should've been more forward about that."

The cat was silent for a moment.

"Please, he doesn't have anywhere else to go. And he hasn't done a thing to hurt me so far."

"Fine. I sort of trust your judgment, but can Carmilla background-check him so I can sleep at night?"

"Yes."

"And you promise that you will not hesitate to call someone as soon as he so much as raises his voice?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I'll be judging him as best as I can while he's here."

Carmilla was Monica's scary-on-the-outside-but-cuddly-on-the-inside girlfriend, equally as goth as her lover. She had a reputation for knowing a bit too much about how to get into things, how to find information, so on and so forth. The striking white fur on her feline appendages was in direct contrast to that of Monica's.

The women returned to König, who was holding the coffee they had ordered. Lilith took her pumpkin cream cold brew and thanked him while the cat girl glared at him and took her latte.

"So, where to first?" Lilith broke the silence.

"Well, I'm not looking to buy anything, your... friend is though, isn't he?"

"Ja." The man replied meekly.

"How about we just wander through the mall until we get to the men's clothing stores?" suggested Lilith.

"I'm down! We have soooo much to catch up on girlllll!"

The two girls immediately got to walking and talking, König following close behind. He had the unintended effect of basically parting the crowds for them. People tried to hide their stares, but König felt every single one. The mall was full of smells too. Pretzels being baked, perfume being tested, the scent of new books from a bookstore, perfume, perfume, perfume... her perfume.

His expert nose picked up the scent of Lilith's perfume. Or was it just her smell? The dog-boy couldn't tell for the life of him, but he could get lost in it. Her sweet scent was like she had been permeated with what she baked for a living. Gott, was macht sie mit mir? He thought to himself.

"We have to go in!" Monica squealed, pointing at a store with multiple pieces of black clothing in the window. König was snapped out of his musings.

"And look, there's a men's clothing store over there. Want to split up?" The blonde suggested, "König, go pick out a couple of shirts, pants, whatever you need, and I'll pay for it."

König's ears perked up, and his eyes went wide.

"Lilith, that is not needed. You have been so kind already."

"No, it's fine I'll pay." She insisted.

"Do not. I will be fine."

"Can we at least split the cost?"

"I was a mercenary, I was paid just fine."

"You're a guest, come on."

"... if you insist."

Before Lilith could say another word, the black cat dragged her into the store with her.

"Oh my god, you would look great in this!" Monica pulled out a dress and held it up to Lilith's figure.

"Oh, it's cute, but not for me. I'm not very goth."

"Well, I think you still need a nice black dress, girl."

"You have a point."

"So, go try it on!"

"Alright, alright."

Lilith took the dress to the dressing room. The store was relatively small, so the dressing room was just a back area that opened to the front of the store. She pulled the dress over her head and looked in the mirror.

The dress hugged her curves beautifully. A little too close for Lilith's comfort, but she wanted to be more confident, so she stepped out of the dressing room.

"Girl, get that dress!" Monica encouraged.

Lilith thought for a bit, pondering the price tag. She did in fact need a black dress. Her wardrobe was almost entirely white, pink, and other pastels. Monica held her breath, waiting for a final verdict.

"I'll get it."

"Yesssss! You're gonna look amazing!"

Meanwhile, in the store across from them stood the tall German shepherd waiting for the girls to get done so he could pay for his clothes. He often wondered why women's fashion was so much more diverse than men's. The two girls stood wearing utterly different color schemes with many different elements, while he stood there with a couple of different colors of t-shirt, a couple of sweatshirts, and a pair of jeans.

Eventually, the girls came back, and Lilith and König split the cost of the clothes. Monica had to leave a bit early, so the other two decided to call it a day and head home.

"Lilith, thank you for everything."

"Oh, I just wanted to help!" She replied.

"Well, it is still a lot. And, your friend seems to not like me very much."

"Oh, Monica? Don't worry about her, she's just protective. Her girlfriend may run a background check on you or something, but you've got nothing to hide, have you?"

König hesitated. His hood felt hotter all of a sudden. What would she do if she found out?

"Nein."

Notes:

"Gott, was macht sie mit mir?" = God, what is she doing to me? Despite Monica not being anything near a mall goth, I thought it would be a funny play on words, as a baby bat myself. Hope y'all enjoyed!

#cod konig #konig #konig mw2 #chubby oc #konig cod #konig modern warfare #original character #konig call of duty #konig fanfiction

[7thpuzzlepiece]

Today is a pretty sunny day. I wake up next to him, looking cuddly in his pajamas, his left harm on my waist. As I try to get out of the bed he reaffirms his grip on me and embraces me with his two arms. As cutely annoying as it is, his little scrunchy face makes me smile. I turn over to look at him. Our eyes lock and we smile while staring at each other. He indeed is the most beautiful human being I ever saw. So pretty, with his harmonious face, lean but not skinny body, and soft hair. I wish I was as pretty as he is, I wish he had a girlfriend on his beauty level. I try to get these thoughts out of my mind, and I kiss his nose before leaving the bed with a grumpy boyfriend complaining about his empty arms. Soon after, he joins me in the kitchen, bringing me a fluffy jacket. We eat our breakfast together, with a very calm and peaceful vibe.

The sun being too bright to stay inside, we agree on a walk and a bit of shopping in a nearby place. As I try to find clothes that please me, I struggle and just end up wearing the baggiest jeans I own, and an equally large sweater. As I walk out of our room, I compliment him on his outfit. Those jeans look very good on him, as well as this black turtleneck and his blue shirt. He always kinda makes me buffer when I see him in turtlenecks. He knows it and smirks when our eyes meet.

We walk out of the home, he takes my right hand and put an AirPod in my ear. I let my thoughts fly away with the music, and try to enjoy the sun, him, and this moment. The river we walk along flows calmly, and a soft breeze blows. As the 6th song starts, we enter a mall we have already been to a few times. We first decide to go to the library and end up spending a few hours there. I see some books I am interested in, but I can’t seem to make up my mind and chose any of them. I feel like whatever I decide I will be disappointed, whatever the book I chose or don’t choose is. I end up leaving the shelves I am interested in, to go to some uninteresting place. He has a bit of trouble finding me in such an unexpected place.

« What are you doing here ? Are you getting interested in… sports? » He says laughing softly, « You’ve been too far for the music to keep on playing between us, you made me a bit scared ».

« I’m sorry, I didn’t meant to. I will warn you next time », I put a small smile on my face and takes his hand to bring him toward the exit. « Let’s go eat a little something, I am in a fruit kind of mood, and you? »

I see the line between his eyes appearing, and scared to ruin the mood, I start walking with him on my heels. We eat a fruit bowl, in a small restaurant on the third floor. When we finished our meal and walked out, we find a new shop with pretty loose streetwear kind of clothes. His eyes light up and he looks at me.

« We have to go there! That’s exactly the kind of clothes you like! ». For sure the clothes there are really pretty and I think that I could find some I like. However, I am a bit unsure I haven’t been able to decide on anything today and have been very insecure for the whole day. However, he looks so happy that we found clothes I might like that I am not brave enough to refuse. We go into the shop, and I find some jeans I like, as well as a sweatshirt and a shirt. I go into the fitting room and try the first jeans on. Even though they are supposed to be loose, I feel like they are way too adjusted on my thighs, and it makes them look even bigger than they already are. I don’t even go out of the room to show them to him as I know he will say they look good on me and I will once again question whether it really is true or he is just trying to reassure me. I try on the second ones, very wide, dark blue, only staying on my body thanks to my hip bones. I head out shyly to show them to him.

« They look very good on you, but shouldn’t you try a smaller size? I could myself easily wear those jeans » I shake my left and right, telling him, that it is exactly the very wide pants I want. I head back to the fitting room and try the sweater, I end up not liking the shirt, which makes me a bit unsure. He says that he wants to offer it to me, as it looks like one of his and it will be « so cute to have matching shirts ». I doubt it will be cute since everyone probably considers that It is such a waste to have a beautiful man with me, but I smile at him. Feeling fake.

When we go back home after our day out, I feel drained. But I want to try again my new pants with the shirt I bought and a black turtleneck to be clothed like him since he seemed to be so excited about it. However, as I wear the very low jean with a fitting teeshirt, all I can focus on is my belly, looking way too big under the black teeshirt. I try to look at myself from different angles, but none of them is making me feel better, and I slowly start to cry. All of the anxiety, doubts, and pressure I put on my shoulders today is leaving my body. He hears me and comes into our bedroom.

« Love what’s wrong? Did you hurt yourself?  What happens? ». He hugs me softly, which only makes me cry more. But he deserves to know.

« I am sorry you are dating me, I am a person who looks so bad and who has such an ugly body, while you look so good. You deserve someone better, and someone who doesn’t get anxious about everything or cry whenever anything happens. » His big eyes open wide, incredulous.

« Who said such things? You are my favorite-looking human being ever, you are the only person I would stop walking for in the street. Your face looks incredibly cute and lively and you look perfect. You are not fitted like those skinny models, but I am glad you’re not. You have a very healthy and beautiful body and I love it so much. Your jeans for instance look amazingly good on you, and this whole fit you have on would actually have made me buffer if I didn’t hug you. » He slowly embraces me a bit more strongly and leaves his palm on my belly. I try to contract it, but he makes me take deep breaths to let it be. He gives me some time but then strokes my belly.

« This body is giving me so much love every day, I hope you could do the same, but in the meantime, I will love the two of us for you ».

« You are the one I chose to be my girlfriend, the only one I want to hug, wake up next to, cook for, and read books with. No matter what you think I might be thinking about, I am probably not. Please, next time, if you are having a hard time with your head, just tell me, and I will remind you what my thoughts are ». He then leaves the room and comes back a few times later with some fruits, water, and a present.

« I saw you being hesitant in front of these books, so I thought it would be a good idea to buy them for you, little girl ».

I wrap my arms around the neck of my boyfriend. My loving boyfriend. Thankful. Knowing he knows me better than I know myself. He loves me. He cares for me. He treasures my existence. I love him

#boyfriend #cute #caring #imagine #ed #body dismorphia #comfort #comforting #hug #warm #mental health

[alotofpockets]

Other half | Kate Bishop x Reader

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader, Mom!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Prompt: “My family thinks we’re dating.”

Request: could I request with number 11 (tho if possible if I could have yn be nats daughter,could I swap family with mum?) With.......im gonna change it up and can I choose with Kate please? :D please and thankyou

Word count: 675

A/n: @xxxtwilightaxelxxx thank you for the request I hope i did it justice. I've never wrote for reader being one of the Avengers their kids, so I hope it is okay.

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“Hey kiddo, how was your Christmas? I’m sorry I couldn’t be there this year.” your mom asks over the phone. “It’s okay mom, I know work is important. My Christmas was fun, I ended up just staying home with Kate and had a Christmas movie marathon.” You reply, your mom has been a part of the Avengers for as long as you can remember, you knew that if she was busy with work, that meant she was saving lives. “If you want I can come over sometime this week to celebrate a late Christmas with you?”

“Yeah, I would love that. I actually wanted to invite you and Kate over tonight. This house has been missing some Christmas spirit this year, since I’ve been away most of the month.”

“Sounds fun. One second, let me ask Kate right away” you tell her. You ask Kate, who immediately agrees and suggests going to the store to get a Christmas tree, lights, and some decoration. Before you could reply to your mom, Kate was already out the door.

“Well mom, she’s already on her way to get Christmas stuff,” you get back to your mom, “So we’ll see you in an about an hour, okay?

Half an hour later Kate is still not back from the store, so you texted her to meet you at your mom’s place. Replied that she wouldn’t be long and that she would pick up some food too, so none of you had to leave the house tonight.

When you arrive at your mom’s place you give her a big hug. You’ve missed her. Like she said she’s been away on missions most of the month, so you didn’t get to see much of her. “So, did you leave your other half at home?” Your mom jokes.

“She’ll meet us here, probably couldn’t resist buying all the Christmas stuff the mall has to offer.” You laugh before responding. “Wait what do you mean by other half?” You say as you fully process what your mom just said.

“Oh, you know girlfriend, other half, just a different way of saying it really.” Your mom says like it’s the most casual thing ever. “But mom, Kate is not my girlfriend.” Your conversation gets interrupted by a knock on the door. Your mom get’s up to open it.

In walks Kate, Christmas tree in one hand, bags full of decoration in the other and somehow also balancing a box of pizza on her arm. “Natasha, hi! Merry late Christmas. I got some stuff to get your house more in the Christmas spirit, where do you want the tree?”

“Hi Kate, we can set it up in the corner over there. But let’s eat some pizza first, don’t want it to get cold.” Your mom says, taking the pizza box from Kate. She takes it into the kitchen to give the two of you some space.

Kate sits down next to you on the couch, “hey, what’s up? Sorry I took so long.”

“Okay so,” you start, “my mom thinks we're dating.” You look up at Kate to see her reaction, she seems to be thinking. “I meant I get why she would think that.” She responds after a bit.

“You do?” you question. “Yeah, I mean we’re best friends, we live together. We basically spend all our free time together. I wouldn’t even be surprised if it turned out we were dating all along.” Her eyes grow big at the realisation she said that last part out loud. “Ehm, I mean I could see us together.” she tries again, “oh wow, I’m really not making this better, am I?”

You just chuckle at her rambling before leaning in to kiss her, she kisses you back instantly. You’re both too distracted to hear your mom walk back in. “Let’s go have some-“ she stops her sentence when she sees the two of you kissing on the couch. Clearing her throat before finishing her sentence, “Pizza.”

You both turn to her with blushing cheeks. “Not dating, huh?”

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[drakenology]

the yakuza wife - yakuzaboss!bakugo x housewife reader - inspired by @hanji-is-life ‘s sexy ass. 

yakuza au

tw: violence, sadism, mentions of blood, smut, cum, cussing, daddy/ddlg kinks undertones, mentions of guns, very much harley quinn and joker only joker actually loves harley in this ya know?

“where the fuck is my money?” bakugo asks this bludgeoned man tied up to a metal chair in some god forsaken warehouse god only knows where. 

“please sir, i’ll get it to you as soon as I can! please stop!” the man pleads, flinching when bakugo raises his fist to land a mean left hook into his jaw with a dark chuckle. 

“you know you shouldn’t borrow from people if you have no intentions in payin’ em back. it’s fuckin’..” he pauses before taking a crowbar and bashing the man in both his knees, blood curdling screams filling the empty space. “rude!”

bakugo smirks as the man begs for mercy, pulling a set of pliers of his pocket and holding them up to the man’s face to tease him, grabbing by his neck to make him meet his intimidating gaze. 

“shoulda thought of that before trying to playing me for a fuckin’ fool.. hey, I wonder how many teeth I can pull outta ya before your weak ass passes out.” he grunts, waving the plier in his face until the sound of his phone ringing stops him from doing anything.

“you’re lucky I gotta take this.” he mumbles, taking a piece of dirty cloth and shoving it into his mouth to keep him quiet.

bakugo turns away and rolls up his sleeve, setting up his tools for torture as he answers the phone. 

“hi baby!” you chime, at the mall having the time of your life with his credit card. 

“hey. ‘m workin’ whaddaya want?” he says, holding up his pliers and sitting them down on the table as his hostage screams in the background. 

“just checking on you, dummy! whatcha want for dinner, hm? i know you haven’t eaten yet.” you say, holding up different dresses to your frame to imagine yourself in them. “hey, pink or powder blue?”

“pink. and ‘m not hungry. you’ve got security with you, right baby?” he asks, kicking the man onto the floor with a loud thud. 

“of course. you won’t let me leave the house without them.” you respond, not even paying attention to the muffled screams you hear in the background. you’ve learned not to ask too many questions when it comes to being a yakuza wife. 

“gotta keep my baby safe, right? listen, princess I gotta go. i’ll be home before 9 okay?” 

you suck your teeth and roll your eyes, “fine. be careful okay?”

“always am. love you baby.” as he hangs up and returns to his task. 

the difference between you and katsuki was night and day. everyone knew you to be so sweet and kind; unbeknownst to them all how you ended up with a cretin like Bakugo. even though Katsuki was immoral in many ways, he knew marrying you was the right thing to do. who else would want to dress his wounds and pick out his suits for the day?

katsuki demanded you quit your job. in fact he came with you to put in your two weeks notice, tough scowl staining his features as your boss signed the approval with shaking hands.

from that day on he ensured you were well taken care of and that marrying him and becoming his housewife came with many perks.

for starters, your husband was loaded. all those years of extorting and money laundering paid off every time you come home with a couple shopping bags from the mall.

katsuki loved lavishing you in the finest of everything, adoring how you look in designer. so much so, he fucks you by the bay window of your luxury penthouse, the Chanel dress he just bought you hiked up over your ass as his calloused fingers make way into your mouth. you’re pinned to the glass, bare breasts pressed against the window as he railed you from behind. and he wonders why you turned out to be a spoiled brat.

your gifts always made you stand out above the rest. many men fawn over you and he knows this. just a small price to pay for having a fine ass wife. but if anyone ever forgot their place, if anyone ever got to close. well. that’d be the last time you’d ever see them. course you have no idea why. but even though katsuki loved you with all his heart, you could be a real pain in the ass. you were so bratty, especially when he was busy. 

one day you came trotting into his office in the middle of some business deal. whatever. your jimmy choos popped and you needed a new pair before the yacht party you were attending started. 

“daddy’s taking care of business right now, okay? go wait outside.”

“no! you promised we’d go shopping! I need new shoes what the fuck am I supposed to do with these?” you whine, pouting like usual to get your way. bakugo’s brow raised, walking towards you and gesturing for the meeting to continue without him. his hand rested on your lower back as he escorted you out.  

he fucked your brains in in the next room for disobeying him, panties around your ankles, your charm anklet jingling as he picked up your legs. 

“spoiled fuckin’ brat. told you to wait didn’t I? hm? or did you make a scene ‘cause you wanted my dick?” your head hangs back as your hips are held down by him, thrusts brutal as you cry for him to slow down, face turned away from his. he grabs your chin and turns you around harshly with his scarred and calloused hands, bruised knuckles turning white with a tight grip. 

“look at me when i’m fuckin’ talkin’ to you.” 

he came inside you when he was done, pulling your panties up for you as it dripped down your leg. 

“now.. back to what I was doin’. tell the driver to take your ass home.” he huffs with a zip of his pants and a shake in his sleeves to fix them. bakugo leaves you on the desk, leaving the door cracked for you to leave when you got yourself together. and when you did you could hardly hold yourself up, holding your high heels in your hand as you limp to the car waiting outside for you. 

having a yakuza boss as a husband was always exciting. something in you liked the danger; the thrill.

you tell this tale to your other socialite girlfriends and they almost never believe you.

you were out with bakugo on a date when work called. to your dismay, he had to get up and leave. you insisted on being brought along, hating being left alone in that big house that was often empty without him. he agreed but only if you promised to be quiet like a good little girl. 

when you arrive at some warehouse (the same one mentioned earlier), a man was already hog tied on the ground, muffled screams behind a piece of duck tape as bakugo ripped it off. you sat by a table, legs folded in annoyance. this interrupted date night? you scoff and fold your arms. 

“ah. good seeing you old friend. remember me?” he asks, taunting him a little with a gun in his hand pressing it against his jaw as the man let out muffled pleas for him not to shoot. 

“you tried stealing from me. fuckin’ idiot. my boys caught you in some hotel with your little girlfriend. did you think you were gonna have a victory fuck after you made off with my money, hm?” bakugo asks, hitting him upside the head with the butt of his pistol.

you jump at the sound of the blow, a small part of you turned on watching your husband beat the crap out of a complete stranger. your pussy starts to ache when you peer over at bakugo’s strong tattooed arms as he flung his jacket aside, rolling his white sleeves up to ensure his expensive suit doesn’t get soiled. 

“oh fuck, where are my manners? this is my lovely wife, y/n. say hi baby.” he coos at you, a switch from rough to gentle when he spoke to you. you smile and wave, the hostage sobbing out a weak greeting when bakugo demands him to. 

“anyways. what’d you do with the money, asswipe? gonna tell me or are you gonna make me fuck you up in front of my pretty wife. god, look at ‘er, ain’t she gorgeous? you know I was about 30 minutes from railing her before you had to go along and ruin our night. I should kill you right here.” bakugo turns his head towards you with a sick look in his eye. 

“whaddaya think, princess? what should I do to this motherfucker, huh?” he asks. 

“smack him again. he ruined date night.” you grumble, folding your arms. 

“he sure did, baby.” bakugo says, punching the hostage in his jaw. he gestured for his men to crowd around him, all of them taking turns kicking and beating him with metal bars. katsuki walks towards you and pulls you into a passionate kiss, a bit of blood on his knuckles as he pulled your hair. god, this whole situation was sick. but why was it so hot?

bakugo carries you away to the car, tells the driver to fuck off somewhere while he rails you in the back seat, knowing his men will take care of the rest of what he started inside the warehouse. you straddle his lap, bouncing up and down on his stiff cock as the car rocked back and forth. the car windows fog up as your body heat commingled throughout the space, your hands pressing against the glass to gain to balance as you rode his fat cock. 

“fuck, daddy. you’re so hot when you’re handling business. ooh, you’re dick’s so hard.” you purr, bakugo’s hand pinching and playing with your breast as his hips thrust upwards. He smirks at you, almost a bit shocked you got as turned on as he did from the pain he inflicted.

“hmm, I know baby. god, you’re sick. getting this wet from watching me beat up some punk. dirty fuckin’ girl.” he huffed into your hair, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck followed by harsh nibbles.

truth is even though you were so sweet and caring, you had a dark side no one knew about. I mean why else would you marry into the yakuza? 

you were both fucking insane. 

#bnha smut #bnha bakugou #bnha imagines #bnha headcanons #bnha todoroki #bnha kirishima #bnha x reader #bnha bakugo x reader

[niyafics]

⛄️first snow. [billie eilish x fem!reader]

wc: 1.6k

summary: (y/n) and billie have been dating since spring and have their first snowfall together! [established relationship.]

cw: use of feminine petnames.

i wake up to billie not at my side. the print of where she slept that night, and many nights by now, was dented into my bed, her body heat barley there. she’d been gone for awhile. i turned my head and squinted against the loudness of the bright powdery scene illuminating the inside of my room through the window.

it had snowed a good 8-9 inches last night, leaving a thin layer of white on everything outside it had touched. my bedroom window showed off it’s cold windy view. what a good start to late November. the air from outside pushed at my window pane, i could almost feel the coolness in my room. my black out curtains were drawn back, not how i sleep so i knew my lover had been here too. i imagined her pulling back the curtains through my heavy sleep, being excited and thrilled at the snow, being originally from California, only seeing it once and awhile during family holidays.

i felt myself almost lightly jog across the wood paneled floor, giddily grinning to tell my girlfriend news she obviously observed herself that morning. it was like a fun game to see where she was first; the kitchen making cereal, all she knew how to for breakfast, in the bathroom humming melodically in the shower or splayed across the couch in the living room, waiting for me to meet her.

finding her in the kitchen made me smile. her hoodie went down to her bare mid-thighs, so she wouldn’t be walking around completely naked although i constantly tell her i would never mind. dropping two spoons into individual coffee cups on the counter, she then turned to face me holding them.

“i made hot coco, princess.” a full grin, displaying her perfect row of teeth. i giggled as i took the mug and brought up to my face to feel the hot steam cascade over it. the smell of chocolate whispered into my nose. i closed my eyes and hummed audibly. it was way too hot to drink but it felt good in my hands. billie sipped hers and pretended like it wasn’t burning from being fresh out the microwave.

emotions started to flow ontop of me. i started thinking about how i was in my kitchen with my girlfriend who had prepared me hot cocoa first thing in the morning; it was like a hallmark movie. it made my heart feel warm, i felt like kissing her and wrapping her in my arms, which i knew she wouldn’t mind, but i settled for a kiss on her forehead instead. she looked at me like she doesn’t know what it’s for. as if she’s not the best girlfriend in the world right now. she blows before she sips this time. stealing quick glances over to me to see if i’m drinking mine.

“do you wanna go outside?” i say with a wince, the warm drink stinging against my lips from my cautious sip. her blue eyes lit up and widened. she set her cup down practically skipping to my room to throw on clothes from her overnight bag. i guess it was a yes. i opened the curtains wider in the living room as if to see if the weather had infected every part of my apartment complex, and sure enough it had.

pictures of me and billie we had took on polaroid cameras, and our phones were taped in a heart shape over my old but welcoming couch. i scanned our collection of photo booth strips from the mall with pure adoration. i had no right to be feeling like i was falling in love all over again. we had already done so much together, even though we started dating in april. it was our first snow together and all i could do was thinking about seeing something i’d seen a million times with my favorite person for the first time.

she came out the room with a black beanie, layered sweatpants and beaten down sneakers . her hoodie had been finally concocted into an outfit after she’d been wearing it without anything since she had came over in grey sweatpants that obviously had been turned into shorts through scissors. she playfully threw her fists to her hips, a nod of her head said she was ready. i tried to hurry and get dressed, just leggings, a shirt, boots and my fuzzy winter coat. she dragged her feet against the hardwood, to the front door welcome mat. we held hands of matching nail polish while we giggled excitedly downstairs to our cold endeavor.

as soon as we got outside, the wind brushed against my face, eliminating what little body heat i had left. strings billies’ grey hair flied against the wind. she squinted her ice blue eyes to try to battle the air, her hand still tightly in mine, the only warmth besides the inside of our coats. she walked with me down the small makeshift path previous footsteps had made. the wind wasn’t bad when you got used to it. billie paused us to throw snow into the air and let it land overtop of our heads. clumps of snowflakes fell into her lashes.

as it fell down and was pushed by gusts of air, she grabbed me and pulled me in close by the waist. i gasped before letting out a laugh. she smiled at me, her eyes low and droopy.

“i must say madam,” she brushed my hair from my face. “the snow irradiates your skin.” she had thrown on the dumb old british accent to be flirtatious. i rolled my eyes with a grin that was hurting my cheeks from staying put so long. i couldn’t help it, even her stupidest jokes stroked happiness in me. she hugged me close and i pulled her in tighter like she might run away. like if i pulled her closer we’d melt into each-other and become one.

“when i was a kid,” she spoke, reaching down and a groan to scoop a wad of snow in her small hands. “my brother and i used to eat snow.” i listened intently, a feeling of nostalgia washing over me as she’d talked, even though i personally hadn’t gotten to eat things from outside with a sibling, she looked so happy when she talked about her brother and her childhood, it made me happy too. “never the yellow snow through.”she cringed and shuddered as if she’d seen it happen to a close friend of hers.

“whattt, no lemon flavor?” i joked, she laughed from her stomach and brought the snow to her mouth to bite. i watched her and could almost feel how cold her mouth got from how big of a piece she had eaten. she let it melt in her mouth a little before chewing and it dissipating.

“natures finest.” she put a new scoop of snow in her hand to hand to me. i put my coat sleeve over my palm to mock a glove and took it. inspecting it, feeling how heavy it was, essentially a snowball. “try it.” she watched me with puppy eyes of adoration. i licked it, then bit. curse my sucky enamel because the bottom of my teeth feeling the temperature sent a sharp shiver down my spine. i shuddered and got another bite because it wasn’t bad.

“water in a different form, amazing.” i was being sarcastic but i also was sincere. i enjoyed sharing this moment with her. “would be a shame if someone..” i weighed how heavy the ball of snow was in my hand. slowly shaping it into a ball and taking looks at billie with a evil grin. she shook her head rapidly.

“no way dude!” she stepped back putting her hands up, already on the defense. she dipped down slightly to grab her own powdery ammunition. “(y/n), don’t you dare.” her chucks slid across the snow packed ground. my mischievous expression only grew wider.

“what is it, baby? i’m not doing anything.” feening innocence. she keeps the snow in her palm for protection even though her palm is turning red and numb from the cold. i put the formed snowball in my covered hand behind my back for insurance as-well.

it felt almost like a old western-movie-show-down. i felt my heart beat with anticipation. who was gonna get the balls to throw first?not me, i don’t wanna be asking for it. billie had played outside way more than me as a kid. even if it wasn’t in snow, she just didn’t go down without a fight. i loved her competitiveness.

apparently, i had been asking for it. she threw her snowball down and i slowly brought my hand up, but before i know it she tackles me into the snow. i yelp and land on my back with her ontop of me, my hands instinctively going to lay on her thighs. she sits ontop of me with a smirk that’s up to no good.

“you thought i would give you the chance, (l/n?)” she shook her head with a snicker, waving her index finger from left to right. “tsk tsk.”

“you letting me over? wouldn’t dream of it o’connell.” i felt my lower pant leg begin to get wet so i left both of them up behind her. it brings her closer to me she leans against them like they’re the back of a chair. she beamed. the snow looking amazing against her skin and full pink lips. the black of her lashes looking even more dramatic with all the polarizing white around. “i don’t know whether to sneak attack or kiss you right now.” i thanked god for my coat protecting my head against the wet snowfield.

she crossed her arms. “you do not wanna have that fight, miss.” as if picking for me she learned down and kissed me, laying her full weight on top of me. i wrapped my arms around her waist and embraced her like it was my last. we laid in the snow for an extra five minutes locking lips like some cheesy movie. 8months with her only eternity to go.

#billie x fem!reader #billie eilish x femreader #billie oconnell #billie eilish fanfiction #billie eilish x reader #billie eilish fanfic #billie x reader #billie eyelash #fluff #wlw fanfic #wlw writing #snow fanfic #established relationship

[shorkbrian]

Omg hi so I read your babysitter fic and I was thinking what if bakuogus tired of reader being a brat with him so he brings Kiri over to help him out 🤤 srry im just being horny on anon rn

“C’mon princess, move your ass before I move it for you.”

You huffed at the blonde, opening the car door, stepping outside and slamming it shut. Bakugou shot you a harsh glare, but you weren’t looking at him, instead crouching to tie your shoe.

He gave you a moment to do that, before the man got impatient, clicking his tongue, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Let’s go, it’s not like I have all fucking day.”

You knew for a fact that yes, he did have all day.

Your mom was away again, another business trip. She was working towards a promotion - a position that meant more hours, more work, more travel.

More time being spent with your stupid babysitter.

With your rapist.

He hadn’t touched you, not outright, since that day. Every time your mom suggested having him over for dinner, you conveniently found somewhere to be; out with friends, on a date, having a sleepover. Anything so that you didn’t have to look at Bakugou Katsuki’s stupid, smug little face.

But your mom had surprised you yesterday night, letting you know she’d be leaving in the morning, that Katsuki would be staying over again. There wasn’t any time for you to argue with her, to plead for her to stay, or to take you with her, or for you to stay at a friend’s house, anything but Katsuki.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to avoid him!” She had laughed, before wagging a finger at you. “Don’t be rude. He’s a nice man, and I trust him to keep you safe. He did last time!”

Yeah, and he also assaulted you last time, so maybe he wasn’t as nice of a guy as she thought.

He was taking you to the mall, not even really giving you a choice, just telling you to get dressed, that the two of you were going out.

Now here you were, trudging silently behind the older man, glaring at the ground.

“Bakubro! Over here!”

A loud shout drew your attention, Bakugou grinning as he started veering towards the shouter, a red-haired man waving enthusiastically. You followed behind him obediently, taking stock of this new man.

He was fucking huge, thick thighs bulging against his jeans, biceps straining against the fabric of his navy hoodie. This new guy was handsome too, a wide, sharp smile, soft red eyes, a clean-shaven face.

“’Sup Idiot? You tryin’ to attract the whole mall? Always so damn loud.” Even though he was complaining, it was clear that these two were friends as Bakugou let the other man pull him into a hug. They pounded each other on the back, before the redhead drew back, pushing past the blonde to give you his full attention. 

“Who’s this? Did you get a girlfriend? She looks a little young bro.”

“I’m not his girlfriend.” You spat, and the redhead held up his hands in surrender as Bakugou shouldered him to the side.

“It’s the little fucker that I’m looking after as a favor. You know I work security for that office complex?” The redhead nodded. “Yeah, one of the milfs gave me free range of her house as long as I watch her.”

Both men looked at you, and the redhead smiled brightly.

“Ah, well, I’m Kirishima! Nice to meet you, sorry you have to put up with such a grumpy fucke-”

“Hey, shaddup.” Bakugou elbowed him, but Kirishima was already extending a hand for you to shake, and you did so gladly. At least you weren’t the only one who thought Bakugou was a grumpy, stuck up mess.

“’Kay, now can we go? I’m starving’, wanna eat before we do anything else.”

Kirishima winked at you as he threw an arm around your shoulders, his other arm around Bakugou. “Food court? I think they have a pretty good selection here...”

-----

Kirishima was much more tolerable than Bakugou.

He was funny, cracking jokes and making you almost spit out the soda he had bought you, slipping you five dollars behind Bakugou’s back for you to get a drink.

The redhead sat next to you while the three of you ate, including you in the conversation whenever Bakugou seemed to forget about your existence.

As the three of you walked from store-to-store, Kirishima listened to you ramble on about the latest game you’d bought, what you thought of your favorite snack brand trying to collaborate with a fashion company, all your opinions on the music playing faintly through the mall speakers.

It was fun when he grabbed your hand, tugging you away from Bakugou and along with the redhead as he ducked into a random store. It was some street-wear fashion place, and Kirishima wanted your thoughts on if a shirt was his color, or if he could pull off one of the hats that adorned the mannequin in the store window.

The two of you were busy laughing at how the hat couldn’t even press past his spiky hairstyle when you noticed Bakugou, glowering at you both from the outside of the store, lips pulled into the deepest frown.

Kirishima started laughing at the man’s expression, and you quickly followed suit, before Bakugou stalked inside, cuffing his friend on the ear.

What a spoil sport.

You couldn’t deny that by the end of the few hours you’d spent with Kirishima, you found yourself attracted to him. Not only in looks, but also in his goofy personality. You wouldn’t mind being friends with him.

It was easy to exchange numbers with the man, easy to let him lift your spirits.

And then it was time to leave, all three of you grouped at the entrance, saying bye, Bakugou and Kirishima giving each other another bro-hug.

You gave Kirishima a hug, leaning into his warm touch, enjoying his spicy cologne as you pressed your face against his broad chest. He eagerly returned the hug, until Bakugou was scoffing, pulling you out of his embrace.

“We’re in fucking public, you two, chill. Keep your pants on, sluts.”

Kirishima laughed, giving you a cheery wave as Bakugou gripped your hand until it hurt, dragging you out of the mall quickly.

-----

“Why are you being such a brat? You were fuckin’ fine earlier.” The blonde man grumbled, glancing over at you from where he was making dinner.

You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your water. “It’s not my fault you have a stick up your ass. All I said is I don’t like when you make food, tastes bad.”

Bakugou huffed, turning off the stove. “Are you fucking serious? You’re just trying to mess with me, aren’t’cha princess?”

“Could you stop calling me that? I’m not your princess.”

“You’re whatever I want you to be, princess.” Bakugou sneered, stomping towards you.

You quickly backpedalled, setting your glass of water down on the counter, stepping back. “I’m going to go set the table!” Was your way out, and Bakugou backed off as you threw open a cupboard, rummaging for plates and cups as he chuckled to himself.

“Yeah, you do that.” 

It wasn’t long before the table was set, Bakugou bringing the food to set it down onto the hotplate in the middle.

Even just a whiff of the food had your eyes watering, the spice through the roof.

“Seriously dude? You know you’re cooking for two people, why the fuck did you make it inedible?!?” 

The blonde man glared at you as he sat down, jaw working, mouth twisting. “You gonna be a bitch-baby about it? Should be fuckin’ grateful that I even made you dinner.”

“Thanks for dinner.” You mumbled, staring tiredly at the food Bakugou was heaping onto his plate. You didn’t feel like eating anymore, his outburst ruining your mood, reminding you of the time when he got angry because you wouldn’t go to bed, wouldn’t listen to him-

“Eat the damn food.” Katsuki snapped, pulling you out of your thoughts and back to the present.

You did as he asked, even though it burned your mouth. Dinner was quickly gulped down, followed by desperate swigs of water as you tried to chase away the spice. Bakugou huffing the entire time at your inability to handle the level of spice he preferred.

Afterwards, you gathered up the plates and washed them, conscious of Katsuki hovering in the background of the kitchen, watching you work while he tapped away on his phone.

When the last dish was washed, dried, and put away, you began rummaging in the cupboards, looking for something sweet, something to soothe your tastebuds.

“What’re you doin’, didn’t I just feed you?”

Bakugou’s harsh voice made you flinch, but you kept your back to him. “Was hoping there’d be dessert.”

A long, irritated sigh, then a hand gripped your shoulder, pulling you away from the kitchen cupboards. “Ain’t got any of that shit in the house princess, you don’t need it.”

“But-” Your plead was interrupted by Bakugou rolling his eyes, snorting.

“Why are you being such a whiny baby? Is this cause Kiri was spoilin’ you earlier?”

Jutting your chin out, you glared up into red eyes as you turned around seething. “Maybe I like being treated like a person and not a problem. I don’t even understand why he’s friends with you - you’re mean and crass and stup-”

“So you’re just acting out cause you want some extra attention or some shit? What a brat.” The blonde sneered, leaning back against the counter as he tapped away at his phone again.

“You want Kiri so bad, fine. I’ll have him get you some shitty grocery-store dessert. Then maybe you’ll stop acting like a bitch. Stuff some candy in that mouth, will that keep you quiet, huh?”

It was infuriating, being treated like a child. Ignored, talked down to, unable to assert yourself or make decisions. 

“Whatever.” You huffed, shaking your head as you walked out of the kitchen. “Anything’s better than having to sit here with you.”

-----

The front door opening and the faint rustle of grocery bags caught your ear as you fumed on the couch, angrily questioning “why me?” as to your situation. But the noise meant your new friend was here, and he was much nicer than Bakugou.

Nice enough to have you smiling a bit as you rose to your feet, padding into the dining room as you beelined to the soft murmur of two manly voices.

“Heyyy! Long time no see!” The redhead was dressed in a loose tank top and basketball shorts, shoes discarded somewhere in the hall. 

You’d known he was muscular, but actually seeing his muscles without clothes in the way? You were stunned.

A bright blush encompassed your face when Bakugou snapped his fingers, narrowing his eyes at you. “Ay’, stupid! Focus! He got you a bunch of sweet shit. Rot your teeth out.” While gesturing to the two grocery bags resting on the dinner table.

“Hi Kirishima, thanks for the desserts-”

“Aw, it’s nothing. Bakubro wouldn’t tell me what kinda flavors you like so I kinda got a variety...”

Cupcakes and candy and various other sweet treats were nestled in the bags, and you grinned. “Dude, it’s all good. Wanna sit down and have some too?”

Bakugou snorted while Kiri smiled at you, nodding his head.  The dining chair creaked as his weight settled in it, the redhead pushing the grocery bags towards where you sat, encouraging you to pick anything you wanted.

The two men began to talk about this and that, mundane things about work, odd jobs, what their plans for the weekend were, boring stuff you easily tuned out as you indulged in sweet desserts.

Their attention turned to you when a whine slipped from your lips as frosting fell rom the cupcake you were eating and onto your shirt. Before you reached for a napkin, Kiri was leaning over, invading your space.

“You’re kinda messy, aren't you?” He breathed, a single finger swiping through the frosting on your shirt before the redhead sucked it into his mouth, looking at you through his eyelashes.

“Oh-u-uhm...” Was your elegant reply, tummy filled with butterflies at the fact that his finger had pressed against your skin through your shirt, right underneath your breast. 

He was so hot.

“Yeah, and a fuckin’ brat too. Little bitch can’t stop complaining about every little thing. Shut up the second I mentioned you were coming over.” Bakugou cackled, breaking the mood completely.

But Kirishima’s eyes were still on you as his now-clean finger slipped from his mouth. It was mesmerizing, watching the muscles in his arms shift and move as he leaned closer, slipping his hands underneath your shirt and raising the fabric so he could lick at the frosting still stuck on it.

Your breath stuttered, heat flaring suddenly in your tummy at the action.

And then Bakugou had to ruin it again. 

“You can fuck her if you want, I don’t mind. I told the old bird I would watch her kid for her. Didn’t say nothin’ about not getting her drunk on some cock.”

Eyes squeezing shut, you opened your mouth for some snappy reply, but Kirishima beat you to speaking.

“Yeah? Alright. You good with that baby?”

Wait, good with-?

Kirishima was looking up at you expectantly, fingers still clutched in your shirt, refusing to touch your skin. He was hot. This was hot. It’d be perfect if Bakugou wasn’t here.

“C’mon, just fuck her man, she’s been gaggin’ for your dick since she met you. Stop being a loser and man up.”

The redhead in front of you smiled, sharp teeth on display and gleaming. 

Then your shirt was being pulled over your head, hands gripping at your chest, thumbing over your nipples through your bra.

“W-wai-Kiri! Uhm, can’t we- uhm-”

Your voice was ignored, the redhead’s eyes glued to your chest as he pulled down your bra a bit, until he could palm each breast without anything in-between his warm hands and your soft skin.

“You’re so pretty...”

“She’s a whore.” Bakugou snarked.

Hands migrated to your waist, and you were easily lifted onto the table, Kirishima rising from his seat so he could push at your shoulders until they met the solid wood. Bakugou stayed seated, casually notching his hands behind his head and leaning back as he watched the show unfold before him.

Things were happening so fast, you didn’t know what to say, couldn’t move your hands to push away the broad redhead. This was so confusing. Yes, you wanted him, but you didn’t want Bakugou watching. You didn’t want to do this on the dining room table, didn’t like the quick turn the night had taken.

Your pants were being pulled down before you could organize your thoughts, before you could do much else aside from whimper and press your legs together.

“Hah, cute panties. You always wear stuff like this?” Kirishima asked, sliding a thumb underneath the elastic waistband only so he could snap it against your skin. You gasped at the little sting, unsure what to say, what to do.

“Most of her stuff is stupid girly shit like that, so yes.” 

You tried to throw a glare Bakugou’s way, but with the blonde somewhere behind you sitting at the table, you couldn’t turn your head far enough.

Especially not when you were distracted by Kirishima pushing down the waistband of his shorts. 

“I’m so glad I didn’t wear jeans.” He chuckled, holding his cock at the base as he sat back down again, scooting his chair up to edge of the table where your legs were splayed wide.

“Okay pretty, try and stay still for me. Make as much noise as you wanna, Bakugou and I don’t mind.” And then a warm mouth was pressed up against your cunt, licking at you over your panties, dragging the rough cotton against your most sensitive parts.

“Oh! o-oh, oh-oh-” Was all you could make your mouth manage as the redhead gripped your thighs in his giant hands, pushing them apart and allowing his massive shoulders to fit between them as he bent to lick at your pussy.

It felt... It felt so good, building up pressure in your stomach as your hole clenched around nothing.

Then Kiri did something awful, pulling your panties to the side and nosing into your folds with a pleased grunt. His skin was so warm, and you were so wet, and his nose started bumping against your clit as the man sloppily mouthed at you, and you couldn’t-couldn’t

“Stop-stop! ‘m gonna cum!” You wailed, legs twitching.

Immediately Kirishima drew back, soothing circles getting rubbed into your calves by thick fingers. “You don’t wanna cum in my mouth? Wanna cum on my cock instead? That’s cute.”

He stood up, and you barely got a glimpse of his dick bobbing against his stomach before he was leaning forward and catching your lips in a kiss. It almost scared you, sharp teeth poking menacingly against your lips, dragging across your skin as Kirishima moved his mouth against yours, but the redhead knew how to work with his teeth.

“Man, she really is a slut for you.” Bakugou piped up from behind you. He was a bit breathless, voice scratcher, but you couldn’t focus on that, not when Kirishima was pulling away with a groan, one of his hands fisting his cock.

The redhead gathered the spit in his mouth, leaned down, and let it drip onto your cunt, panties still pushed to the side. It was burning hot, adding to the fire in your tummy, blazing higher and higher.

Heavy breathing and labored panting filled the room as Kirishima edged closer to you, laying his cock flat against your entrance, playing with your panties as he did so until they pressed against his cock as it nestled between the lips of your cunt.

And then he started grinding.

Slow, delicious, absolutely heavenly.

You almost didn’t care about the disgusting little groans coming from Bakugou, the slick sounds of him fucking his fist, the creak of his chair behind you.

Almost.

Your attention was more focused on the pleasurable little zings going up your spine as Kiri rubbed his cock through your folds, all slick and wet. You kept your legs spread wide for him, barely able to breathe at the heat that seemed to fill the space, fill your lungs and steal your voice.

Kiri leaned down to kiss you again, and your hands fisted into his tank top, the material sweaty as it clung to his chest. If you could focus, you’d be trying to pull it off him, see the beautiful skin underneath, the man’s gorgeous body.

But what he was doing with his hips felt so good, you couldn’t even think.

“Kiri-Kiri, gonna-ohmygod-gonna-!”

And you came, shuddering as his cock kept fucking back and forth through your folds, twitching against your clit, veins in his dick pulsing and dragging against your skin.

He wasn’t stopping.

“Unhh, I came, please, wait Kirishima-”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to cum on my cock baby? I’m barely getting warmed up.” A feral smile gleamed bright from his lips. “I don’t play like Bakugou, I like messy girls. Gonna get you so fucked out you can’t even speak, can’t even walk. Won’t give him any trouble then, right? You’ll be good? For us?”

The look in his eye told you that you weren’t going to get a choice.

“Fuck Kiri, turn her over when you fuck her cunt so I can use her mouth.” Bakugou’s voice cut in, and your mood soured even more.

But Kirishima was already agreeing, cock still thrusting against your cunt. 

You didn’t get to make decisions anymore.

#kirishima #bakugou #yandere #bully bakugou #tw.noncon #tw.dubcon #tw.dark content #Yandere BNHA #Yandere kirishima #dark kirishima #dark bakugou

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Day 3, give it up for day 3!! Today's prompt was 'elevator' from chrisbitchtree's April Harringrove list. My day 2 drabble can be found here. Today's mini-fic is Steve centric, fear not, I also have feelings about Steve Harrington.

After the Russians, Steve finds that he hates elevators. Even though an elevator was just a small part of what happened, his brain refuses to get with the program. The first time he notices it happen, he’s on a vacation with his parents and when they approach the bank of elevators in the hotel, Steve just freezes. His dad gets annoyed, snapping at him to get a move on while his mom gently touches his arm and points at the stairs.

Steve tells himself it’s fine, it’s healthier to take the stairs anyway. And he doesn’t really encounter many elevators in Hawkins proper anyway. Now the only time he tends to see them is at the big mall a couple of towns over, thankfully Russian free, and almost always Dustin or Robin is with him then. Dustin likes to turn it into a game, he’ll take the elevator up a floor, and Steve will race up the stairs and they’ll see who’s faster. Steve appreciates the hell out of the kid.

The only other place he sees elevators is at the hospital when he’s visiting Billy. They’re, well they’re something. A too fast whirlwind of falling together in cars, at the quarry, and in Steve’s room when his parents are gone came to an abrupt end when the Mindflayer showed up. But Steve isn’t about to just abandon Billy like that. The guy has been through hell and Steve likes to give him a reason to come out of the hospital.

Even in the hospital, there are stairs and Billy only gave him shit the first couple of times he made it to his room breathing a little heavy. It gets easier every day he goes for a visit, stairs are second nature now. And for Steve, an able-bodied, young guy, it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t want to ride in an elevator. Until it does. Because the universe just loves testing Steve Harrington.

Billy is ready to be discharged. He’s mostly mobile and his breathing has gotten easier even if he’ll never smoke again. He can eat solids and string full sentences together and he’s eighteen which means he can sign himself out so long as someone is there to bring him home, it doesn’t have to be a parent. This is convenient because Billy does not want to go home to Neil.

Steve is going to bring him home. He’s got a room on the first floor set up for Billy and permission from his parents and he’s off from working at Family Video for the day, so really the whole ordeal should be a piece of cake. The only snag, a small one, is that Billy has to leave the hospital in a wheelchair. It’s policy, a wheelchair out to the car and after that, they don’t care what you do. The ramifications of this do not hit Steve until he’s standing next to Billy and the nurse wheeling him out at the bank of elevators.

All of a sudden, his world narrows down to the space right in front of him. His heart starts beating fast and his palms are sweaty. Steve realizes the nurse and Billy have probably noticed, but he’s paralyzed to stop it. It’s a hand on his elbow that snaps him out of his thousand-yard stare.

“You good, man?” Billy asks, careful, casual, like they’re just friends and not intimately acquainted.

Steve hasn’t told him about his fear of elevators because it hasn’t mattered. He’s not laying his heart out bare to Billy yet. Or ever maybe. It’s not like it was with Nancy or any girlfriends he’s had. This is Billy who barely shares emotions with Max.

“Yeah I’m good,” Steve replies and he hopes Billy isn’t going to say anything about his voice cracking. He could beg off and take the stairs, promising to meet them down at the bottom floor of the hospital, but Steve does not want to be chicken shit in front of Billy.

The nurse presses the button for the elevator and Steve starts to count his breaths. Billy stares at him but doesn’t say anything. Time seems to move simultaneously too fast and too slow and Steve can’t focus on anything else except watching that number above the doors tick to their floor. When it finally does and the nurse wheels Billy in first, Steve has to consciously put one foot in front of the other.

The doors closing are almost too much, but Steve digs his nails in his palms. He breathes deep and focuses on the back of Billy’s head in front of him, curls much shorter than before so monitors could be stuck to his head. He stays like that, locking his knees to keep them from buckling when the elevator finally moves down, down, down.

The ground floor must rush up to meet them because they’re getting out way sooner than Steve expected. He’s nearly bowled over in relief, but he gets his act together enough to bring his car around for Billy.

The nurse helps Billy into the passenger seat and Steve’s hands are shaking on the wheel, but no one comments on it. He should be relieved, he survived an elevator trip and it didn’t go into the bowels of the hospital or anything nefarious. But right now he’s just kind of sweating and wondering if it’s going to be like that every time he’s forced onto an elevator.

When Billy is secured and the nurse has walked away, he reaches over to put his hand on Steve’s knee. “Hey, it’s alright, whatever has you so worked up.”

Steve peels his hand away from the steering wheel to shift the car and eases onto the gas to get them away from the hospital. He takes a couple more deep breaths while Billy fiddles with the radio, his big warm hand still sitting on Steve’s thigh.

“Elevators,” he finally manages, clearing his throat. “Just hate ‘em after the mall.”

Billy nods like he already knew that and turns to Steve. “Man, next time just imagine getting stuck with me and all the freaky shit we could get up to in there.”

Steve snorts out a startled laugh, but it helps. He squeezes Billy’s hand in return and smiles the whole way back. Yeah, next time will probably be different.

#harringrove #chrisbitchtree #greye writes #drabble #stranger things #steve harrington #billy hargrove

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I'll Always Wait For You - Chapter 2

Pairing: Francisco "Frankie/Catfish" Morales x F!reader (eventually)

Word Count: 4083 (I had to split this into 3 chapters WHAT HAPPENED)

Rating: M for Mature! 18+!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: Originally in my outline I had about a chapter of backstory aside from the how reader meets the boys (chapter 1). But the sketch outline quickly turned into WAY TOO MANY words for 1 chapter so I’ve split it into 4😬 . They will show the progression of time from when you met the boys and your relationship over the years. I’ll expand on some stories and others will be more generalized and montage-y. Hope ya’ll like backstory!

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I'll Always Wait For You Masterlist

The semester having ended after that night, and the boys being out on leave for a few months, meant you had the entire summer to hang out. And you intended to make the most out of the time they had before they were deployed. All of you (except Tom - he spent most of his time with his girlfriend Molly, but they would occasionally join you) went to see every movie that came out, went to the mall and tried on ridiculous outfits, and just general fuckery.

One day, you excitedly went over to the Miller’s place with a stack of season passes to the local water park. They all laughed as you looked at them confused.

“What’s so funny? I thought it would be fun.” You looked a little sad, so Frankie walked over to put a hand on your shoulder.

“We aren’t laughing at you. It’s just...well that water park is basically an overpriced hole in the ground.”

“Oh.” You look down, feeling your excitement from a moment before dissipating.

“It’s fine - maybe it’s different now. Let’s go check it out.”

“Really? We don’t have to - “

“You bought us all these passes. We’re going, hermosa.”

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The next day, you dig through your drawers trying to find your bathing suit. After about 10 minutes, you remember - it had ripped when you first moved here and you never replaced it. You smacked your head and groaned. Glancing at the clock, you realized you had to meet the boys at the waterpark in 1 hour.

Standing up, you head out of your room and knock on Dany’s door.

“Dany - you in there?”

“Yeah come in”

“Hey. Do you have a bathing suit I can borrow? I wouldn’t ask but we’re about the same size and mine completely ripped when I moved here and I never replaced it and now I have to meet the boys in an hour and Frankie is coming to pick me up and-”

“Whoa whoa. Slow down. You can borrow my bathing suit. Just buy me a new one if you have sex in it, ok?”

“DANY!”

“What? Have you seen your friends? It’s a valid statement! And don’t think I don’t see how you look at Frankie.”

You feel heat rising to your cheeks but you try to remain cool. “Frankie? He’s just a friend.”

“...a friend.”

“Yeah.”

“A friend who is here more often than his own home-”

“We have cable.”

“A friend who comes whenever you call-”

“He’s a best friend. That’s what they do.”

“He’s always here.”

“He likes it here.”

“I bet he does.”

You fix Dany with a friendly glare. “Whatever. Frankie is one of my best friends and he can stay here as often as he wants.”

“Where does he sleep when he stays over?”

You grab a hat sitting on Dany’s desk and throw it at her, leaving the room, mumbling “Where else is he supposed to sleep?” Dany chuckles and says “There’s always the couch!”

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Frankie is your best friend. Sure, you haven’t known each other that long but he saved your life. That’s a fast, deep connection. And he’s...Frankie. He’s charming, smart (even though he doesn’t think so), humble, funny, the anchor that keeps everyone grounded. He’s so much fun to be around - you like the same movies, music, food. You have philosophical conversations at 2am. He even reads as much as you do. Not to mention he’s easy to look at, with his distinct profile, deep chocolate eyes, the patchy beard he’s letting grow in before he has to shave it again, his hair, which is getting a little longer from the shaved army cut. And those shoulders. He easily carried you the night you met, could just as easily hold you up against a wall while he -

Not the time

Shaking your head slightly, you realize you had returned to your room while having a walking day dream. You toss the bathing suit onto your bed and start to undress. You pick up the tangle of deep teal fabric and manage to separate the bottom from the top. You think. Picking up what you hope is the bottom, you smooth it out on the bed and look at it. At least it’s not a thong. You pull the bottoms on and they hug your shape nicely. You turn back to figure out the mess of strings that must contain the top. About 10 minutes later, you finally figure it out and wind yourself into it. It fits you well, a little strappy, which you like, and a lot more revealing than you normally wear, which you did not like. Maybe you could get away with a shirt over it? Grabbing a simple tee from your closet and pulling it over your head, you hear a knock on the house door. You head downstairs and open the door to Frankie.

“Hey hermosa!”

“Hey Frankie! Come on in. I just need to grab a towel and my bag.”

You miss him scanning you from head to toe, lingering longer than is necessary on your exposed legs.

You quickly go back upstairs, grab your towel and your packed bag, and snatch your sunglasses off their hook on the way out.

Practically running downstairs, you skip the last 2 with a hop and Frankie smiles.

“Ready, conejita?”

“Yes! I want to see this glorified hole in the ground.”

You head to his truck and he opens the door for you. Once inside, he closes the door and walks around the truck to get inside himself.

“You know you don’t have to do that, Frankie.”

“Do what?”

“Hold the door open for me.”

“I only hold them open for you, hermosa.”

You punch him in the arm but continue to smile. Conversation always flows easily between the two of you. You agree on most things but even when you don’t, you can have an actual conversation about it without it escalating to anything harsh. You are on your soapbox again about how there was definitely room for Jack on that floating door that you miss Frankie glancing down at your exposed legs (having never put on a cover up outside of the tshirt you threw on), his eyes continuing to trail up and down them when he chances a look.

You’re so into the conversation, you don’t even realize you’ve arrived until Frankie says

“I agree - she should’ve just scooted over. BUT we’re here.”

You look outside and -

Yikes. Maybe Frankie was right about the glorified hole in the ground.

You move to open the door but before you can, Frankie is there opening it for you. He offers his hand to you, and you shake your head, smiling.

“You really don’t have to - “

“I want to, hermosa.”

You pause a moment, looking at Frankie. You can’t be sure but you think, you think, you might see affection behind his gaze. No, not affection. Love? Surely not. Maybe a friend love? It doesn’t feel like that. Neither of you have broken eye contact and you realize you’ve been staring a hair longer than is normal for friends. You blink, take his hand, and hop down from the truck.

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The boys are already out front and wave and yell to you both as you approach. You hand everyone their passes (you even got an extra for Tom’s girlfriend Molly) and head inside.

The park probably looked amazing in its day. But now….

“It….could use a fresh coat of paint,” you admit.

The boys all start laughing, Molly too.

“Hey - its got charm! Let’s find somewhere to sit.”

“Preferably in chairs without tetanus,” Santi gives you a wink as you glare at him.

You manage to find a place that’s set back from the main walkway, under a tented cabana. It’s short a few chairs so Benny and Frankie leave to get some more. You find a lounge chair that you like and put your towel down on it, setting your bag on the sand next to it. Tom and Molly take off for the lazy river. Will and Santi try to act polite and talk to you while checking out girls until you laugh and say “Just GO. I’ll be fine.” They walk off, finding a couple of women to flirt with and you’re left alone for a few minutes. You rummage through your bag to find your book and come across your sunscreen. Shit. That’s what I forgot. Frankie and Benny return with the chairs and scatter them around. You tell them where everyone went and Benny scoffs, saying “Figures they’d leave me. Oh well. Want to go for a swim?”

“I’ll catch up. I need to apply sunscreen. Want some?”

Benny screws up his face into a grimace “No, I’m good.”

“You’ll get burnt.”

“No, I mean I already have some. Will made me.”

“Knew I liked him.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m heading in. With luck, I’ll be able to catch Will and Santi and fuck with them.”

Benny heads off, a bundle of chaotic energy looking for somewhere to disperse. I really love these boys.

Frankie stands there, a little awkward, looking torn.

"Frankie, I'll be fine. Go find the boys. I'll catch up in a minute. I just have to figure out how to apply this-" You hold up the bottle of sunscreen "- on my back".

Without hesitation, Frankie walks over to you and sits on your lounge chair.

"Take your shirt off and turn around."

You feel your face begin to flush. Not the time, choke it back.

"W-what?"

"I'll put the sunblock on. Take your shirt off and turn around."

Does this man ever not make eye contact? Wait, is he fucking with me? OK I'll play.

Swallowing hard, you look at Frankie and stand up. You hold his eye contact, which has followed your path, and take your shirt off slowly, revealing the strappy bathing suit you had borrowed.

Frankie's eyes roam over your body, seemingly of their own accord. Then it's like he remembers you're looking straight at him and his eyes snap back to yours.

"That… uh… you - that bathing suit fits you, uh, nicely."

"Thanks, Frankie."

His cheeks flush, but he powers on, holding up the sunscreen bottle "Turn around."

"Oh, right."

You sit down close to Frankie and turn your back to him. You hear the bottle click open and the unmistakable sound of sunscreen being squirted out.

"I'm going to touch you now. Ok?"

"Frankie, you're putting sunblock on me. I think you have to touch me."

"Just checking. OK, brace for impact!"

"Wha-"

You let out a squeal as Frankie places his hands on you, plopping what is possibly the coldest sunblock you've ever felt on your back. You jump and arch your back inadvertently and hear Frankie's deep chuckle behind you.

"That's fucking FREEZING!"

Frankie laughs as he attempts to spread the sunblock around all of the straps. He's struggling and you can tell, by his sporadic touches but also because he's gone silent.

"How's it going back there?"

"I- it's hard to get around all these straps."

"Then get under them."

"..what?"

"Put your hands under the straps and rub it in. It will spread the sunblock under the straps and help to prevent me from crisping around the edges."

"I - I can do that?"

Now it's your turn to chuckle. "Yes, Frankie. And before you ask, you have my permission to touch me however you want to."

A loaded silence fell, Frankie pausing in his application. You feel him shift behind you and then he's close. He leans in close to your ear, breathing on your neck, causing goosebumps to erupt down throughout your body, and says, in a quiet, low, husky voice "Not with this many kids around, hermosa."

Did he just say what I think he said?

But before you can come up with a reply, Benny reappears like a whirlwind in the night.

"You guys coming to swim or what? This was your idea, 'Mosa."

The tension from before had fizzled out with the sudden appearance of Hurricane Benny.

Frankie sighs. "It's hermosa, Benny. Hermosa."

"She knows she's my only 'mosa."

You laugh, turning to take the sunblock from Frankie so you can slather it on the rest of your body. Frankie, still trying to explain how to pronounce hermosa looks at you attempting to slide the bottle from his hands. His grip tightens and a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, his dimple starting to show. You grab the bottle and try to take it, but his grip tightens even more. Benny starts to ramble about hermosa vs mosa and Frankie seizes the opportunity to lean in close so only you can hear. "I wasn't finished with you yet."

Brain no work.

You look at him a moment longer, nearly melting into a puddle. Finally, you let go of the bottle and put your hands up, saying, just as low "Whatever you want, Frankie. Just tell me what you want me to do."

A warmth spreads up his cheeks and he shifts a little where he sits. He moves to reply but Benny walks up.

"Why does it take you so long to put this stuff on? Here." Benny yanks the bottle of sunblock from Frankie's hands, having caught him off guard. He squirts some sunblock in his palms, rubs them together, and says to you "Turn around."

You glance at Frankie, trying to convey an apology of some sort. Benny rolls his eyes, mistaking the look for doubt in his abilities to apply sunblock. "I know what I'm doing. Turn around."

You turn around and Benny starts to rub the sunblock on you, rubbing his hands under the straps, making sure it's all rubbed into your skin. He gets down to your bathing suit bottoms, where they sit on your hips, and moves to dip his fingers below the band. Before he can, Frankie slaps his arm and says "I think you got it, Ben."

"But she'll get burned -"

"I said you got it, Ben." Frankie sounded stern, like he was giving Benny a warning.

"This isn't the first time I've applied sunblock. I know what I'm doing."

"You're done here." Frankie is almost growling.

"What's your problem?"

"You - you're trying to feel her up!"

"What are you talking about? You need to put sunblock under the lines of the suit or you'll bur-"

Frankie stands, nearly knocking Benny off the chair. He looks pissed. Benny stands up to face him. Sensing an impending fight, you stand and place yourself in the middle, placing your hands on each of their bare chests, their muscles flexing under your palms...

Not the time to think about that.

You muster up your best scolding voice "Boys, that's enough. No need to fight. I can handle it from here. Go cool off. Both of you." You hold out the hand you had on Benny, gesturing for the sunblock. He glares at Frankie and hands you the sunblock. "Thank you for your help Benny." He nods and finally looks down at you. "Of course. Anything for you, 'mosa."

You don't see him move, but you feel Frankie shift his weight under your palm, putting his weight on his back foot.

"Benny, go find the guys. I'll be right there." You smile at him and he slaps your shoulder, causing you to lose a little balance. He walks off to find the guys and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You turn to face Frankie and find a face full of spite and… jealousy?

"Frankie, what-"

"I'll catch up later."

You call after him as Frankie walks off, but he doesn't turn around. You finish applying sunblock to yourself but you feel… alone? Confused? Definitely that last one.

Frankie eventually meets up with the group of you, seemingly returned to himself. As the day wears on, and the weeks, you consider talking to him about the sunblock incident. Not about Benny but what he said before. But it never seems to be the right time. You eventually tuck it in the back of your mind, trying to shove down the growing feelings you have always carried for Frankie. He was just being nice. Casual flirting with friends. They all do it.

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The rest of the weeks pass much in the same way, but time has a funny way of speeding up when you don't want it to. The boys are called to deploy on their next tour. Benny will be staying behind for a few months, finishing up his accelerated training before he joins them in Delta Force.

The day comes and you drive them to the airport, Tom having caught a ride with Molly. You walk them in, right up to the gate, and give them each a tight hug, begging them to promise you they'll come home alive and in one piece. They promise to try their best.

Frankie is last and you hug him a little tighter and longer than the others. You almost stop yourself but this could be the last time you have a chance to say anything one on one. Tell him how you feel, coward. He's being DEPLOYED. You open your mouth, but chicken out. Instead, you whisper "Please come back to me in one piece." Frankie squeezes you tighter and whispers back "Raging sharks couldn't keep me away from you."

"Are sharks that big of a problem where you're going?"

He laughs. "Not really. But there's about to be an entire ocean between us."

You squeeze him harder, willing the tears to not come. You don't want them to see you cry. You don't want him to see you cry.

"You'll be here when I get back?"

You gather yourself up and pull back to look at him, his deep chocolate eyes full of something unspoken. "I'll always wait for you, Frankie."

He smiles at you. Hesitantly, he raises his hands to cup your face. You can't help it - the tears start flowing. He uses his thumbs to wipe away the tears.

"Hey hermosa - none of that needed. Please don't cry over me."

"I'm not. I'm just… not sure how to apply sunblock without you."

His eyes darken and a lustful look washes over his face, a faint smirk on his lips. "I promise I'll be back soon to touch you how I want."

Words escape you, and you smile at him while crying more. He wipes your tears away again and glances up at the guys, who are heading towards the ramp, Tom off in a corner making out with Molly. He looks back down at you and leans closer, still cupping your face. He slides his hands down to your neck, using his thumbs to tilt your chin up towards him. His gaze moves between your lips and your eyes as he pulls you close. Slowly, he gets closer to you, as if he was giving you permission to stop him. As if you ever would.

Your lips meet and time stands still.

Your mind empties of any racing thoughts and all you can think about is how soft his lips are and how long you’ve wanted to do this. Frankie pulls back and looks at you, smiling because you are too.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since the moment I saw you in that bar.” He speaks low, and with that same rasp.

“Then why didn’t you?”

He doesn’t reply, as the loudspeaker makes a final call for his flight. You continue to stare at each other, neither one willing to be the first to part. Suddenly, Frankie pulls you to him with force, lips crashing into yours. His tongue prods your lips and you open them, smiling. Gods he’s a phenomenal kisser. He explores your mouth with a gentle force that makes your knees go weak. However, there’s no time to really explore as he needs to board his plane. He slowly pulls away from you and you follow him. Frankie lets out a breath and looks at you, trying to convey a myriad of feelings in a few seconds. He lowers his hands and you feel the ghost of them on you.

“I have to board my plane or I may get tried for desertion. Walk with me?”

“Always.”

You walk a few steps with Frankie, linking your arm through his like you have a million times before. Right before the gate, Frankie turns to look at you.

“Listen, I’m sorry I didn’t do that a long time ago. I’ve wanted to kiss you from the moment I met you-”

“Me too,” you say, cutting Frankie off without meaning to.

“I have no regrets about kissing you, except that I was such an idiot and didn’t do it earlier. It’s taking everything in me to not grab you and kiss you now.” You open your mouth to say something and he puts a finger to your lips. “This is important, hermosa. I’m about to go on tour for nearly a year. You’re so young, I don’t -” he swallows, closing his eyes for a brief moment “You don’t have to wait around for me. I want you to experience life, not wait around for it. Don’t argue with me. It’s not fair for me to ask you to wait, so I won’t. If - when I get back, if you’re still single, we will definitely need to talk about things. But for now, let’s let this sit. Ok?”

You’re confused - that was hands down the best kiss you’ve ever received and you absolutely would wait any amount of time for Frankie.

“I’ll always wait for you Frankie.”

He smiles, but looks a little sad. “I need you to promise me you’ll live your life.”

You look at him and hesitate. This is clearly important to him.

“I- why is this so important to you?”

He sighs. “I’ve seen so many relationships get messed up because of this distance and the nature of our...work. I don’t want to lose you, even if that means just being your friend.”

You nod. “My best friend, you mean.”

Frankie smiles. “Is that a promise?”

“I may not agree with you, but I know it’s important to you. So of course, I promise I will experience life. And worry about my best friend.”

He pulls you in for one last hug and kisses the side of your head. He turns to walk down the ramp and you yell after him “You better come back in one piece, Morales.” Frankie smiles and salutes you, the stewardess motioning for him to board the plane.

Benny then walks up to you. “Hey - you ok?”

You nearly jump out of your skin. You’d forgotten he was staying behind.

“Fuck!.....Yeah - yeah. I’ll be ok.”

“Come on, ‘mosa. Let’s get some breakfast.”

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Time passes. Benny practically lives at your place now since it’s closer to base than his place. When you asked him why he didn’t just stay on base, he mumbled something about not having comfortable beds, but you know he’s there to make sure you’re ok. Probably at Frankie’s request. The two of you grow close, hanging out when you both have off time, despite essentially living together. A couple months into his stay and he pulls a muscle in his back so you let him sleep in your bed. He demands you sleep next to him, not wanting to uproot you from your bed. You roll your eyes but acquiesce. You mention all of this to Frankie, who calls almost weekly, and he seems jealous, but you assume you’re overthinking things.

You mail the boys care packages, send them their favorite Halloween candy, and presents for the holidays. You speak to them all often, aside from Tom who spends all his time talking to Molly. Eventually, the time comes for Benny to ship out. You drive him to the airport and walk him to his gate, breaking down into tears the moment you see everyone boarding. He hugs you tight, making promises to come back and to punch everyone in the arm from you.

“You have the letters I wrote for everyone?” you ask.

“Right here.” he taps his chest pocket.

“Don’t open yours until you’re there.”

“No promises.”

You slap his arm and pull him in for a final hug. He hugs you back tightly, kissing the top of your head. “See you soon, mosa!”

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