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Same Old Hawkins, Or Not | Part Two

PART TWO | Drama, Freaks and a... What?

Summary: Reader immersed herself to small town drama. She didn't expect that there are drama's that should have left unsaid. But what can she do? She's cousin with Steve Harrington. It's bound to happen.

Warnings: Brief mention of violence, drug use and alchoholism. Cursing and innuendos (Should it be a warning?).

Words: 9.2k+

Note: This is what I tell you when I got carried away but SUPRISE. Decided to post the second part because I felt the first part didn't give any Eddie at all but I think this is my longest part out of everything else. I fleshed it out more because I felt like everything is abrupt? Hope you like this guys!

Part One | Series Masterlist Cross posted in Ao3. Just search the series name. :)

As much as you dreaded the first day and predicted it to be shitty. It was quite tame, at least on a level that you think its tame. You did become an eye candy but not much. Thank God for being born in the town. People are more curious about how much you have changed since you and your father left.

You have grown taller that you are sure and you decided to never let your hair be cut above your shoulders. Despite how irritating it was to maintain. You hated the bob cut. It was your mom’s favorite haircut on you, you don't even remember why and because of that you just hated it. You don’t want any reminders about your mom. She clearly don't want anything to do with you, why not do the same right?

Despite Steve’s warnings of staying away from Billy Hargrove, he did come for you but you made sure that he would fuck off. ("What does a pretty little thing like you doing in this town?" -Silence- "You don't talk much?" "Oh. I'm taught not to talk to strangers," "Well, I'm Billy--" "Oh shoot, I'm also taught not to talk with assholes.") It was a spectacle to some as whispered ‘oohs and aahs’ were heard during the exchange. You knew you just created your worst enemy, at least at the moment.

Maybe being Billy Hargrove’s number one enemy isn’t good if you want a boring year but you’ll take it instead of being the object of his fixation. With him down, you managed to get through the day until Lunch. Clearly, Highschool is so lame for having designated seats for certain groups.

You had a fast run down of it thanks to Steve who brought you to the “popular” kids table. He even introduced people who lead the factions. There are the artsy kids, the band kids, the preppy kids, the athletes which are separated of course (“We have the soccer heads, tracks then the cheer team and us.” “The jocks?” “The basketball team, Squirt.” “It's the Jocks.” “We are not Jocks–” “If you want me to be specific, asshole, shit heads, playboys and then Jerks.” “May I remind you, you are sitting with us.” “No Steve, I'm sitting with you,”)

All throughout that introduction you just don’t see yourself fitting in to anyone at school, not until Steve introduced the last table.

“You see that table near the end,” Steve mumbled to you as he pointed at it discreetly. You looked over as you scanned a series of people wearing the same shirts with different variations. Some wore it over flannels, others wore it as it is and then…. Your eyes landed on the one who is wearing it with a leather jacket and denim vest over that jacket. The familiar logo of DIO on the back of the vest he is wearing faced you. You just nodded at Steve as the man your eyes landed on was talking a bit animatedly earning a few laughs in the group.

“That is the Hellfire club–”

“The freaks,” Tommy who was apparently listened through your conversation butted in. Steve offered a sarcastic thanks before he glared at him. You just raised a brow at Tommy, irritated at the interruption and kept your face stoic. That made him shut his mouth as he was about to say more and turned away.

“The freaks?” You finally turned to Steve after staring Tommy down. You can’t help but be irritated by another stereotypical term. God, Steve really needs new friends. He is too involved in gossips and he is conforming a lot to the society's fucked up system. Steve cringed at your tone.

“Not exactly, it's just that they are a group who likes metal bands and D&D,” He told you and you straightened a bit about that with a raised brow.

“They play dungeons and dragons?” You mused as you looked over at them. This time you see that man with the leather jacket moved towards the head of the table where he sat back down. His face was covered by his curly black hair and you can’t help but want to take a peak.

“Yes, it's supposed to be a devil’s game ,” Steve supplied using the air quotes action like you did when you both saw each other for the first time. This time you looked away from the man and looked over at Steve with a glare. Steve stared back and then blinked as you continue to stare.

“It’s not a devil’s game,” you deadpanned and Steve just looked at you confused.

“You play?” Steve asked and you shrugged as you looked back at the table. Not quite done staring or rather admiring the leather clad man.

“Yes I do, back in U-U– back where I came from,” You stuttered a bit, cursing yourself why can’t you say the name of the damn place. Steve, who was focused on the knowledge about his cousin, didn’t notice. Thank God for that. “And if you believe that it was a devil’s game. You have a cousin involved. Just so you know,” You told him. At that Steve rolled his eyes, hearing the mocking tone in your voice. Something he has to get used to.

“I’m not scared of you, Squirt.” Steve said and then you slowly looked back at him. You make sure your eyes are void of any emotion and slowly bring the corner of your lips up. Making sure Steve is staring at you as you deliver your most sinister smile. His eyes widened and then his hand covered your face to get it out of the view. “Stop that,” He exclaimed followed by your name as you tried to make him look. You dissolved into chuckles after that while Steve just looked at you in disbelief.

“By the way, you might recognize the leader of the group. Eddie Munson,” with the mention of the name, your brows raised up at the information. Eddie Munson? The kid with the buzz cut and cutest smile. Your brain supplied. You looked at Steve as he pointed over to the guy you were eyeing before and when your eyes landed on him. He was already staring back at you.

Your eyes connected and both of you froze. Recognition settled on both your faces. You took him in as memories of the talent show you attended back at Middle School came to you. You remembered a kid with a buzz cut and doe eyes holding on to his guitar. Excited about performing while you are backstage just finished dancing with your team.

“Nice routine, you looked very pretty up there.” That was the first time you remembered being called pretty since that ugly bob cut. You blushed at that and now that you remembered it you can’t help but feel the familiar heat crawling up your cheeks.

Now looking at him, he now sported a full head of hair as long as yours. His doe eyes are still the same. It has the same sparkle it has when he complimented you but clearly puberty must hit him, he looks good. He looks… fucking good. Oddly enough, he reminds you of Ozzy Osbourne who you had a chance to see in a concert back at Utah, which you sneaked in of course with a few “friends” back then.

“Yeah, I remember him,” you mumbled to Steve as you offered Eddie a smile. That broke him out of his frozen state as he tilted his head. Recognition swarming in those eyes before his eyes flickered beside you then back to you. He raised a brow before he offered his own, then taking a small bow as a greeting.

Steve was oblivious to the exchange as he tucked in with his sandwich. “Well, he’s not the same kid as before back in middle school. He is very different. He do things on the side—”

“Like what?” You asked abruptly about Steve’s gossip for the first time since he started to introduce everything in the highschool. He stopped mid chew as he looked at you surprised by your interest. He swallowed before answering.

“He sells weed among other things.” Steve said and you raised a brow at that. The image of the innocent boy coming back to you and then the image of the man now. He does look like some one who sells those things since that would be the exact image of a drug dealer the people think about. Gosh, its starting to sound like these people are living inside a fucking television.

“So?” You looked at him confused. “Back where I came from, weed is a staple.” you told him as you remembered your “friends” selling blunts at 16 and they don't exactly look like that.

“You smoked before?” Steve can’t help but ask. You shook your head. You were never influenced by them, since your father smoke for the both of you already. Though if asked about drinking? That would be a different topic all together.

“Nah, Papa smokes enough for the both of us,” You told him as you picked up your food and took a bite of it. “Going back to Eddie Munson, does he still live with his parents back in Daffodils?” You asked as you remembered that it was two streets over from where you formerly lived. Steve shook his head.

“Ummm, his mother is just like yours, left” Steve told you and you don’t know if you want to point out how much of a gossiper Steve was or question how the hell he knows this information. You decided not to bother. Though your heart ached a little at the knowledge of shared history with Eddie Munson out of all people. “Though his old man lives but is currently in Jail. He lives with his uncle now.That is all I know,” Steve told you. You looked back at their table as you heard a laugh. His laugh.

“And you say they are devil worshippers—”

“Others say not me, Squirt.” Steve corrected you and you just waved him away as your eyes remained on the group.

“There is nothing wrong with selling weed and playing fantasy games. It’s what they like. They shouldn’t be defined as freaks or devil worshippers,” You mumbled as you picked up your food. If there are people who are called that, those would be the ones you encountered back then. You can’t help but think, subconsciously rubbing your hand over your stomach as you did. Thank God that cut lip you had started to heal nicely and didn’t hurt anymore. You tried to bury it down and got ready to eat more when another voice, this time a shrilly one interrupted.

“I heard his club is not really a club but a cult. They always listened to that god awful metal music—””

“Well, you listen to Madonna and I’m not calling you a slut,” You interjected and that shut her up immediately. You looked towards Carrie? Or is it Cammy? not noticing that you had garnered attention. You kind of raised your voice a bit. You even caught the attention of the table where Eddie Munson resides. “Also, you guys gossip around and I’m not calling you loudmouths. So if I were you, stop with your bullshit and eat your lunch,”

You turned and saw Steve looking back down at you and then to the girl. He just looked at her with the ‘you asked for it’ expression. Clearly he had enough of his “friends” too.

You stood up after that and picked up your food tray. Having enough of your conversation with your cousin being interrupted. You decided to make the move today.

“I’m imposing the same warning with Billy with him,” Steve offered before you can leave. You stopped and looked back at him.

“I’m imposing the same warning with Billy with him,” Steve offered and just looked at him.

“I did say I want boring Hawkins but I suppose I should find some interest if I want to survive the year,” You told him. “Id’ rather spend time with the so called freaks than with stock up people who can’t leave other people’s businesses.” You emphasized as you glanced at Tommy and the girl. Gosh you did forget her name when Steve introduced you to them.

You didn’t wait for his response as you moved towards where Eddie Munson is. The chatter suddenly quieted down as you reached them. All eyes are on you as you offer a smile.

“Hey, you don’t mind if I join you guys?” You asked them. Your eyes try to find familiar faces and you did as you saw Gareth and Jeff. Two people you also knew back then who offered small smiles. You remember them, they were the quiet kids back at middle school. You also shared a few classes with them. Then your eyes settle on Eddie who is looking at you with an unreadable face.

“Why should we grant you access?” Eddie spoke up after a beat of staring. He was mid-bite on his own food and he continued as he spoke. You shrugged.

“Maybe I want to join your club,” You told them. “Besides, I’m the new girl. Isn't it kind of mandatory to take in new Sheep?”

“Not really new,’ Gareth offered as he mentioned your name. You just shrugged again and looked at Eddie. He was looking over at you. His eyes suddenly unreadable before he tilted his head to the side. He looked over at where you were seated previously.

“You are a Harrington though. Aren’t they supposed to be born from greatness and not associate with the freaks?” Eddie said and you snorted at that.

“You are talking to the wrong one,” You supplied before you laid your tray of food to the table. You leaned down a bit to meet his stare head on. “Besides, my level 12 gloom stalker ranger elf needs a new party. My Lyn is itching for a new fight,”

WIth that information, a gasp was heard from the group and they started to whisper at each other. You smirked as you crossed your arms on your chest and you can’t help but be elated as Eddie eyed your movement. Then slowly he stood up and then walked towards you until he stood beside you.

You two stared at each other. The cafeteria oddly became a bit quiet. Watching the exchange between the not-so-new girl and the freak. Then slowly Eddie smiled and bowed down.

“Welcome to Hellfire m’lady,”

You smirked. You might want the same old hawkins but having a bit of fun isn’t bad right?

Well, you had your old boring hawkins with a side of fun. For at least a few weeks, you settled in quite nicely when you started to hang out with the Hellfire Club and it's not bad that their leader is a pure eye candy for you.

Despite Steve’s warning (“I just told you to stay away from him!” “You and I both know that telling me what not to do would just make me want to do it!” “You had no problem with Billy?!” “He’s a playboy and an asshole. Eddie is different!”), you did get close to Eddie. Though at first it was through the club then the deal breaker for the both of you to cross the threshold for being acquaintances to friends came in a few days after your first day of school and hanging out with the Hellfire club.

You decide to ride out a bit since Harold and Miriam are out again for a business trip and Steve is quite busy with Nancy or whatever the hell is going on between them. (“Your relationship sounds rocky to me, Jerk.” “It's just a phase. All couples have that.” “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”) You are in one of those funky days, wherein your mind keeps on drifting towards what happened back there.

That unfortunate night that made you hightail for Hawkins as soon as you can. It was a good thing the bruises have healed and it's only the scars underneath your shirt that is the evidence of the shit show. Though it's hard not to show the side effects it gave you. How skittish you are and how easily you jumped at unknown sounds. You are even having trouble saying the name of the goddamn place. You are struggling not to let it show when you are inside the house. It helps that it's always almost empty except for Steve’s presence but even then, the house felt stifling.

The only thing that calms you now is the rush of the ride. The wind spattering against your skin as you revved up your bike. The one thing you had in Utah that wasn’t filled with bad memories.

Your mind started to drift towards the first time you got the bike. It was a present to yourself after you got your driver’s license. You saved up enough to buy it. Your dad helped at least, one of the good things he did back then but the bike is all on you. It was the fruit of having part time jobs and taking up as many summer jobs as you can for two years.

You never felt that kind of happiness, not since that talent’s show in middle school wherein you snagged a runner up and encountered one of the most interesting kids you know in Hawkins. So when the shit show happened, the bike was one of the main things you secured. It actually saved your life.

Though you had to use some of the money your father left you to change the upholstery of the seat. It was soaked in blood and you had to make sure that it was scrubbed clean before you used it to drive all the way to Hawkins. The memory of your wounds made you wince and reach for your stomach.

Shit. I’m just going in circles with this. You thought as your mind absentmindedly started to go back to the memories you try to forget. You shook your head and tried to look at where you drove off to. After a minute, you realize you are no longer on the main road but instead on a trail. You slowed down just enough for you to hear your surroundings instead of the roar of your motorbike.

Then you hear the splashes of water and as you take a final turn on the trail, you hit the brakes to see that you have arrived at Lover’s Lake. At least the part where the public is allowed to be.

You looked around before you shrugged and turned the bike towards what looks to be a parking lot. You ride your motorbike and parked it horizontally so the front wasn’t facing the lake but the sides of it.

You removed your gloves and next your helmet. You can’t help but notice the scratches on it and you dusted it off before you placed it on the handle bars.Then you lifted your thigh to sit on the bike facing the lake. You adjusted your skirt as the wind blew by making you pull your leather jacket around your body. You observed and marveled at how much the lovers' lake changed a bit. You remembered this wasn’t really a public park before, it was a clearing just like where you are parked and no benches around it. You remembered riding your bikes with Steve here and playing with the water or climbing the trees. Now almost a decade has passed and it's apparently a new attraction now.

You reach out for the can of beer you manage to sneak in from Steve’s hidden stash which he showed you one night when Harold and Miriam are asleep. (“You just became my favorite cousin Steve.” “I’m your only cousin Squirt,”) You pulled it out from the compartment behind your bike that is where you stashed your helmet but instead decided to use it as an ice box.

You were just about to pop it open when you heard a rustling. You straightened immediately and jumped down the bike. Your right hand clenched over the cold beer, ready to use it as a weapon. You scanned the area and remained quiet.

You heard it again and this time it's right in front of the bushes you are parked at. You hold the can tighter ready to throw it towards whatever is coming at you. You strained your eyes a bit to see but nothing still pops out. Your breathing started to grow heavy and your hearts started to race.

You inhaled sharply as it rustled again and held your breath as the bushes moved hastily. This time as if it's threatening to come out. It did not register to you that it was accompanied by grumbles and curses you were too focused on protecting yourself. You just threw the damn beer at it.

“Fucking hell– woah!” It took you a few blinks before you realized that the beer can was caught by someone and that someone is staring right back at you. Familiar brown doe eyes that you try not to stare at for the past few weeks since you returned to Hawkins centered your vision.

“Jesus Christ Eddie!” You exclaimed as you breathed out in relief. Eddie offered a sheepish smile as he waved with a hand that was not holding the beer can you threw.

“Hi, didn’t mean to scare you,” He mumbled as you just rolled your eyes at him. He then looked down at the beer can and raised both of his brows. “Where did you get this?” He asked, trying to divert the topic but you are too caught up with him appearing out of nowhere.

“Why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be at Gareth's?” You can’t help but ask. Eddie raised a brow at that and when he did. You realized that it wasn’t really common knowledge that on Wednesday nights Eddie goes to Gareth’s house to practice and write songs for their band Corroded Coffin. Unless you have interest in the metal head and listened closely whenever he talks with someone in the group that isn’t you. Didn't you just advocate at your very first day about minding your own business? Well shit.

“Are you aware of my schedule sweetheart?” He asked and you cleared your throat as you turned towards the ice box and retrieved another can. Not wanting to show the effect of that damn pet name. He started calling you after the first campaign you joined in.

“Just overheard since you don’t know how to talk quietly.” You pointed out and Eddie mockingly looked offended before he chuckled. “Anyway, what the fuck are you doing behind the bushes?” You asked irritated as you finally popped the can open. You finally took a sip of it as you waited for him to answer. “You doing that is just doing justice to what they tell about you,”

Eddie in the process, motioned if he can have the beer and you just nodded. He carefully popped it open, knowing that it was shaken from the throw. It fizzled a lot and overflowed but he managed as he hastily took a drink of it.

“I have to make a deal,” He started as he moved towards you after drinking the beer. “It was in a private area near here. Had to cancel the practice.” He continued to tell you as you turned around and leaned on your bike instead. “During that, I heard a loud grunt of machinery. Had to check out who the hell would be coming here on a Wednesday night.”

You snickered at that. “You just want gossip.” You mused and this time it was Eddie who snickered as he finally stood beside you. You patted your bike indicating for him to freely lean on it which he did. “You snoop around for couples who are not supposed to be here.”

“Maybe, maybe not. It's a dealer’s occupational hazard you can say. We live for the drama,”

This time you laughed and took another sip of the beer. “I think its just, you live for the drama Eddie,”

“That is true,” He agreed with a nod as he took another sip of the beer. “Well, my alibi is taken care of. What are you doing here and how the hell did you manage to get some six-pack?”

You carefully took another sip of the beer as you tried to form a reason on why you are really out there. You can’t say you are trying to forget something, it would just cause a lot of more questions. You are not yet ready to tell it to anyone. Instead you have gone on the teasing route.

“Maybe I am trying to snoop out some gossip too,” You offered and Eddie snorted at that.

“You? Oh please, if I was talking to Harrington, I would believe that,”

You turned to him with a raised brow. “I am Harrington” you told him as if he was missing the point and Eddie shook his head as he turned to look at you.

“I know that, but you are not really like the Harrington. You are different from him,”

You raised a brow as you glanced at him before you turned your gaze back to the lake. “How do you say so? The last time we saw each other was in middle school and I just got here,”

Eddie was quiet for a while after the question and you can’t help but turn to look at him. He was already looking back at you but with a thoughtful gaze.

“The girl I knew back then might be different from now but you are always different to me,” Eddie offered quietly. You felt your back straightened a bit as the atmosphere changed into something. “You might be a spitfire now after the tearing down you brought Billy Hargrove on your first day of school and the way you just brought down Tommy and Carol—”

“Oh, that was her name. I thought it was Cammy or Carrie,” You mused loudly and Eddie snorted at that.

“--But sometimes I see the girl I knew back in middle school. The one who never really cares about others lives as long as they stay out of yours. You never really meddle and you respect others' space. Just like you did mine a minute ago. You didn’t even ask anything about the deal I made which is my conclusion makes you different,”

“It's none of my business anyway Eddie,” You told him as you took a sip. “Besides, back at where I came from, it’s totally normal.”

“Really?” He asked as he finally leaned back again to the bike facing the lake.

“Yeah, I do hang around with dealers, they are my friends there,” You shared as you looked at him. “Though before you ask if I smoke or not. I don’t. I hate it. I was only there for the booze and D&D,” You added and Eddie nodded. You let the silence enveloped the two of you after that. Not wanting to say anything at all after that.

You rolled Eddie’s words inside your head as to preoccupy you not to spill out the real reason you were there. Until it stopped as if a record scratch can be heard as you turned towards him.

“Wait, you still remember me back in middle school?” You asked surprised as Eddie nodded while he took a sip of his beer.

“Yes, how could I forget? You stole my runner up,” He quipped and you looked at him dumbfounded by that statement.

“I did not!” you started to protest as you pointed at him with one of the fingers still holding the can. “I won that fair and square jackass,”

Eddie laughed at your expression as he lifted his hands in an act of surrender.

“I was joking, I knew that you were really great,” He told you as you leaned back on the bike and took a sip of your beer. “Besides, who would not forget the only person who looked good with a bob cut,”

“I actually did not recognize you until Steve pointed it out. All I remember about you is the buzzcut.” You offered to him ignoring the compliment and laughed as he clutched his heart dramatically as if hurt.

“Ouch, that wasn’t a good thing to be remembered by,”

“I also remember you rocking it out at the talent show. It's a shame they didn't appreciate metal back then,” You just said to him and he smiled at that.

“They might not like it but I think someday their kids would,” He mumbled and you nodded in agreement. “You listened to them?”

“I dabble,” You told him. “You might have recommendations for me?” You asked and Eddie nodded.

“I have some, remind me to give them to you the next time we see each other.” Eddie said and you hummed. Silence enveloped the both of you as the two of you took leisurely sips of the beer.

“So, you got the rundown of the School’s hierarchy by the King himself,”

You snorted at that. “Apparently, he was dethroned– yup, you heard that right it was his words by the way— by Billy Hargrove,”

Eddie recoiled a bit at the mention of the name. You raised a brow at the expression. “Why did you make a face like that?”

“I might have a gossip or two about him,” He mumbled and your eyes widened at that. A smirk appeared on your face as you turned to Eddie. He saw that and he couldn't help but laugh. “You are one for gossip now?”

“Well, you are the one who thinks I'm not all for it. I do mind my business but if it's from someone I hate. I don’t mind having a fuel of my own against him,” You told him and he can’t help but laugh at that. “Now tell me,” you demanded as you waited eagerly.

Eddie looked over at you taking his time to examine your face. Though when you noticed you felt the heat creeping up to your face before you cleared your throat and wiggled your brows at him. He laughed before he took the final sip of his beer and crushed it in his hand. “Maybe next time,”

You groaned. “Oh come on! You can’t just leave me like that,”

Eddie chuckled as he fished out what looked to be keys from his front pocket. “I already stayed long enough. I was supposed to do some grocery shopping for me and Wayne,” he told you as he started to walk backwards slowly. “Besides, it's a good conversation starter for next time.”

“For next time?’ You told him as you followed him with your eyes.

“Yes, next time you need a friend to talk to. Get you out of your head,” He said as he stopped walking. You stared at him a bit stunned as he looked at you with a soft smile. “I already saw you before I made my appearance. I know the look you have. I have that too, when you face crazy on a daily basis. You sometimes need to get yourself out of your head.”

You just stared at him stunned at how much he was able to read you despite the hard work you put on putting a strong front. Then his words are processed and you can’t help but tilt your head at him.

“Friend?” You mumbled and Eddie nodded as he offered a little bit of a confused expression but with a smile.

“Aren’t we?” He asked and you just blinked before chuckling. You nodded your head.

“Yeah we are,” you confirmed and Eddie bowed dramatically.

“Well then, my friend, I shall keep going.” He said and you nodded. He waved one last time as he turned back around. Probably walked back to his van but you can’t help but call out his name as you watched him.

He stopped and turned back to you. You stared back at him before you offered a small smile.

“Thank you, for not asking too much,” You told him and he nodded.

“No problem sweetheart,”

Despite the threshold being walked over, you can’t help but feel a lot more than friendly feelings when the metal head is involved. It wasn’t really forgotten that you had a little crush on him back at middle school that no one knows about. You were that good at hiding things.

You relish the high of being friends and at least having people to be with in Hawkins but still it's the same Old Hawkins. Though Hawkins isn’t really the same without any small town drama that is apparently what Eddie thrives on and oddly Steve too.

You were quite shocked at how much you knew whatever was going around in Hawkins for the few weeks of your stay. You just got back and you already knew what happened inside the Whedon’s house (“I tell you Squirt, Jerry Whedon is cheating on his wife.” “How the hell can you even tell that Steve?” “Jerry just screams cheating, everytime he comes home late.” “You are spying on them Steve? Don’t you have anything better to do?”) when you have Steve Harrington, King of Hawkins as a cousin and Eddie “The Freak” Munson as a friend. (“Did you know that there is a girl who apparently haunts the woods. It was the talk of the town the same time when Will Byers disappeared.” “A girl, around these woods?” “Yes, surprisingly she was described walking around with a dress and a buzz cut.” “Just like you did back in middle school?” “you know what? Gareth is still a virgin.” “i know that already, Eds”)

The two people that had started to worm their way under your skin are just full of them and it helps you forget what you are trying to forget. Steve unknowingly becomes your rock as you try to recover from the “Shit Show”. You don’t know but you were thankful for him for that to the point when Harold and Miriam are out. You decided to treat him to a dinner spread. You pulled out your cookbook and made the only thing you know how to make. Lasagna which Steve devoured the minute it was given to him.

“Not going to rain on your parade, Squirt but what is this for?” Steve asked after he chowed down two servings and looked to be reaching for his third while you were just trying to finish your first serving. You looked at him, shocked that he picked up that you have another intention of serving the lasagna. Steve must have seen your expression as he looked at you slightly offended. “I might be a Jerk and quite dense. I do have a brain underneath all this hair.” He mumbled.

You can’t help but snort at that. “Good thing you have a brain underneath that. It's a waste of genes if nothing is underneath that.”

“Hey! You are trying to divert the topic by insulting me. What’s going on?” He asked and you sighed as you looked up at him as you took a sip of the iced tea he made. Steve looked over at you with raised brows and when he noticed your hesitation to share. His expression softened. “You okay? You know you can talk to me right?”

“Yes, I'm okay Steve. I am just—” you stopped as you moved the last bit of the lasagna around your plate. “Grateful, to you. Despite your protest in the first day—”

“---I’m sorry about that okay—”

“--- I know as I was saying, I was just grateful to you. You have been someone constant here in Hawkins for me. I was half expecting you to ignore me after that spectacle in the cafeteria but you didn’t. So, thank you.”

Steve looked at you for a while before he offered a smile.

“It’s nothing Squirt. You are my one and only cousin. Also, you kind of made this house less lonely.” He said and the both of you are quiet for a while before you scrunch your nose.

“It's kind of unsettling to talk about feelings with you,” You told him and Steve rolled his eyes.

“I don’t even know if that was an insult or not but thank you for the Lasagna.” Steve mumbled and you just offered a smirk at him. You two ate for a while before he spoke again. “But if you want to talk about feelings or just about anything to me. You can, you know that right?” He said and looked at you pointedly.

You sighed. “Yes mom”

Then there is Eddie, despite being portrayed as oblivious and too loud enough not to notice the lives of everyone around him. He is quite in tuned to the people he said he considered close friends. You were happy that despite the short time that you both spent with each other after being away for so long. He considered you one of his friends. Well, you might want to be more than friends with him at times but nah. You are fucked up as it is now. You don’t want to add up in his fucked up life — his words not yours.

He becomes your constant person too. The Wednesday meetings at the lover’s lake became your thing with him. He even goes there without a deal knowing you would be there nursing some beer. Sometimes he would bring his own drink. He offered you a smoke but you didn't do that and refused. Though you don’t stop him from taking some.

“Ohh, spitfire! Nice to meet you here,” Eddie said as he walked over to you after he slammed the Van’s door closed. He waved the six pack on his hand while you waved the take out burgers from the diner.

“As if you don’t know I am already here,” you mused and Eddie just shrugged. He motioned for you and you walked towards the back of his Van. He opened it to reveal a cozy set up. It was carpeted and the seats are up. In the middle are blankets and pillows. You raised a brow at that.

“This is cozy, do you usually do this with other people?” You asked. Slightly unnerved by the idea he does this with other girls. Not that you should be unnerved or you don’t know… jealous? You were just friends, after all. When you turned to look at Eddie he was looking at you with a smile at his face and his cheeks, reddened?

“Not really, this is newly installed. Thought I could have the Van a makeover,” He told you and you raised a brow at him. He climbed in and settled down on it. He removed his shoes while he looked back at you. “Aren’t you coming?”

You smiled and sat on the edge of the door. “Just need to remove these combat boots,” you told him and Eddie smiled. You heard him shuffled around and then the sound of Black Sabbath’s song was played on low. When you finally removed it, you climbed up as you gave him the food while you settled the boots near the opened doors. You settled beside him as you dusted your jeans off.

Eddie wordlessly opened a bottle for you and you opened a container for him. The two of you exchanged silent thanks and the two dug in without another word. The Van is facing the lake and the two are cozy.

“Are any of your thoughts bothering you today?” Eddie asked as he took his second beer. You were on your third already. You looked over at him before you gave a small smile.

“On a daily basis, it's just quieter today,” You told him as you looked back out. “Maybe these Wednesday outings helps,”

Eddie hummed. “If you are ready to share those thoughts, you know you can tell me?” He said and that made you look back at him. A feeling of dejavu ran over you as you swore you heard Steve say the same words. The difference is, the feeling it gave you. While Steve offered acceptance, to Eddie it felt like he was offering shelter. Somewhere you are protected and safe. Security. Something you struggled with ever since Utah.

“You sound like Steve,” you told him, trying to tamper your feelings. Eddie scrunched his nose at that.

“Out of all the people you compare me with, it's your cousin? It's like saying I'm like your brother,” Eddie told you, the indignation and disbelief clear in his voice and that made you laugh.

“You don’t want me to be my brother?” you mused as you laughed.

“No,” that abruptly stopped your laugh as you looked at him. The conviction and the finality of that word made something in your stomach flip. Eddie is looking at you with something unreadable in his eyes before it turns playful. “Not a brother, more like your sexy friend,”

That made you roll your eyes at him. “Sexy? Really? Oh gosh Eddie Munson. If they could hear how cocky you are, they would think twice about calling you a freak. You should be called a jerk instead.”

“Why do you think I have that nickname sweetheart? Me being the freak is not just about what I like to do but also what I do behind closed doors,”

You gasped and couldn't help but throw a napkin at him. The image of Eddie in bed, doing things to a partner or specifically you is not something you don’t need right now. Gosh, it would just fuel the fantasies you have at night. Eddie laughed at your reddening face.

“Gosh, that is such a perverted thing to say.” You huffed out as Eddie finally stopped laughing and you ran out of things to throw at him.

“At least it made you not think too much,” Eddie offered and you just shook your head as you finished off your beer. You stretched a bit after that as Eddie finally opened the last beer. You winced a bit as you felt a slight pain over your stomach. A brief flash of what happened to you making you wince. Eddie noticed it too apparently.

“Hey you okay?” You looked at him as you rubbed your stomach.

“Oh, I’m just too full,” you lied and Eddie stared at you before he nodded. You rubbed it trying to quell it.

“If you say so, anyway, I do have a new gossip,” Eddie mumbled and you looked over at him waiting to tell you who it was about. “Its about Billy Hargrove guess who he tried to seduce this time?”

“Who?”

“Jerry Whedon’s wife,”

“Oh fuck! No way?!”

With that effectively drowned out your thoughts as he regaled you again with the gossip he managed to get from other people.

Though, the things you try to bury, loom over you. You swore everytime Steve or Eddie spill out gossip or even just tell you about their day or previous experience. They know you are spiraling inside your head again. Steve being ever the nosy one asked a lot of questions until you jokingly insult him and successfully diverts the topic he would stop. Eddie would not ask unless you permitted him to ask you. Which you appreciate from the metal head. If he is not laying out gossip about Billy Hargrove or any other person that you might find interested in Hawkins. He even shares some stories about Wayne, his band or some of his campaign ideas. (“Aren’t you supposed to keep some of it a secret from me? I play in your campaigns Eds,” “I can make exceptions just for you sweetheart.”)

You successfully immersed yourself in drama and other things, at least enough not to get involved but of course. It's inevitable for drama to finally come to you when you are related to Steve Harrington.

On the day of the said party, Steve and Nancy had a fall out. Fortunately, you were there to drive the two of you home. You weren’t keen on taking your bike and decided to ride with Steve. Being the great cousin that you are, you let him rant about him and Nancy. Finally getting the details of what the hell is going on with them.

Apparently, there is a third party and something happened a few months back before you came that he is not allowed to talk about. You did not bother to ask, too occupied with driving since it has been long since you drove a car. You have been driving around with your motorbike since you are sixteen.

Finally, when the both of you reached the house and he was still in the middle of the rant.

“---So I left her there at the bathroom—” You stopped the car abruptly making Steve stop mid rant and nearly flew towards the dashboard. Steve exclaimed your name in the process as he settled back. You turned towards him in a huff.

“You left her? Drunk? Are you fucking kidding me right now, Steve?”

“Yes I did leave her there– ouch! What was that for?”

“You left her there! I think even if you are angry and you claim to love the girl. At least you could have fucking taken her home, Steven!” You exclaimed and this time Steve cursed. You rolled your eyes at him before stepping out of the car. Steve stared at you confused as you rolled your eyes at him. “Drive you asshole!”

He hastily moved towards the Driver seat and sped up after that, though the next day he informed you that someone took her home already then he was off to another rant. This time a guy named Jonathan, popped out of nowhere and it sounded familiar because the next thing you know. It has been two days since it happened and you had enough.

“---I don’t even know anymore—”

“Oh for the love of all that is holy, SHUT UP!” You exclaimed and Steve immediately went silent. You took a deep breath before you turned towards him. You pointed a finger at his chest.

“Do you love Nancy?”

“Yes,” he said without any hesitation.

“Then you haul your ass up and go there to her now. Apologize for leaving her behind and TALK,” You told him as Steve stared at you. When he didn’t move, you rolled your eyes before you clutched the lapels of his jacket and hauled his app. Surprising him with your strength as you took the keys to his car.

“Where are we going?!”

“I’ll make sure you go to Nancy, Jerk and before that we have to buy her some flowers. Then you will grovel your ass,” You stopped right in front of his car and you turned towards him. “Are we clear?”

Steve stared at you before he nodded.

“Okay, yes, okay.” You just threw him the key while you opened the door and sat inside it. The two of you made quick work with the flowers. (“Is this—” “No.” “how about—” “That’s for a funeral, Jerk. Just settle for the roses,”)

As the two of you stopped right in front of the house, you failed to notice a bike thrown on the ground and a young boy with a cap calling out to someone in the house.

“Now, you take this—” You shoved the rose to his chest, “-- and grovel your ass off.”

Steve didn’t talk as he nodded and walked, fixing his hair. You watched amused as he muttered to himself but was stopped short by a young kid with what looks to be a walkie talkie on his hip.

You didn’t hear some of what they were talking about but the young kid was asking him about something as he walked towards the car.

“--- you still have that bat?” The kid asked and Steve looked at him shocked.

“Ugh, yes?”

“Then let’s go! It's an emergency— wait, who are you?” The kid stopped short as he saw you on the passenger seat. You raised a brow at him.

“Who are you?” You asked him back.

“That is why I tell you it's not the time Dustin. She’s my cousin—”

“Well, we will explain everything to her on the way.” Dustin, the kid shooed him and went towards the back door and slid in. Steve just stared dumbfounded and that seemed to irritate the kid. “What are you standing there, come on! This is a matter of life and death!”

That spurred Steve on as he hastily went back to the driver’s seat while you stared confused.

“What the hell is going–”

“We are trying to find what could possibly be a baby demogorgon,” Your eyes widened at that.

“Excuse me, what now?” You asked as you turned to look at the boy. Trying to process if you heard him right.

“A demogorgon, it's a D&D–”

“Yeah, I know what a demogorgon is. The prince of demons, I fought against it too many times in the campaigns I’m in, it's sickening,” you told him and Dustin seemed to be shocked about that. He turned to Steve then to you.

“Are you sure you are related to him?” He asked and Steve rolled his eyes before the two of you got into any discussion Steve interrupted.

“Are you really going to tell her something that we promised not to tell?” You looked even more confused and taken aback at the information overload you are receiving.

“We have to, she’s here and we do not have time to hide things when a demogorgon baby is out there!”

“She’s my cousin! I don’t want her involved in any of this! She already came out from something bad back at her—”

“Wait a fucking minute!” You exclaimed. “Can someone please explain to me what the hell is going on and where we are going anyway!”

That seemed to recenter them as Steve sighed and looked over at Dustin at the rearview mirror. The kid ignored him and turned to you.

“First, we need supplies. Buckets, fresh meat and weapons.” Then he turned to you with a serious expression. “You might not believe what is going to come out of my mouth but it's the truth,” He started as he chanced a glance at Steve who in turn glanced at you.

You just watched them completely confused and bewildered but you saw the hesitation to share. Maybe they were right, you might not believe whatever is going to be said because for god's sake. The Demogorgon only exists in fantasy; it's impossible to exist in the real world.

It was supposed to be imagination for fuck sakes and this is Hawkins! Same old boring Hawkins or apparently is not fucking boring anymore.

“It's okay after what you are going to hear, you might not believe us and you want nothing to do with it but we swear it's the truth.” Dustin continued as he watched you.

You sighed as you just looked over at the both of them. Same fucking old boring Hawkins huh. Fuck it. “Try me then,”

“You asked for it,” Steve said and Dustin launched into the most bewildering story you could ever hear. About a girl named Eleven, their friend Will missing and a lab in Hawkins that is eerily familiar with the lab your father worked at in Utah. The mindflayer and now the demogorgon which was not exactly the prince of demon but a fucking contender which apparently, your cousin Steve together with Nancy and the boy he mentioned before Jonathan killed a few months back.

You sat there shell shocked at the revelation but the odd thing is, you fucking believed them because despite it was a kid who was telling the story. It was Steve’s face that gave it away. Now you recognize the face he makes when you always tell that it was the same old Hawkins, that whatever he is going through with Nancy can be fixed easily and why he goes into a tangent everytime they fight.

Silence filled the car as they reached the butcher shop and when you finally gathered your thoughts you spoke.

“Fuck, Same Old Hawkins they say, apparently its not so boring anymore.” you mumbled as you turned towards them. The two of you looked a bit confused at your statement. You sighed. “Fuck, I wanted to not believe you but part of me believes it.”

Then you turned towards Dustin, “Are you sure it's that demogorgon’s baby that you named Dart and nurtured into almost adulthood?” You asked him.

“Maybe it's just a lizard?” Steve offered and Dustin just looked at the both of you with irritation.

“Yes I'm sure because his face opened up and he ate my cat.” Dustin offered and Steve raised his brows at that while you just stared at him. When Dustin noticed that he added. “When it opens its face it becomes their mouth that could eat,”

“Well, fuck.” you said as you leaned back on your seat.

“Truly utterly fuck,” Steve glared at Dustin who just shrugged.

“In my defense, the guy was cute at first and I didn’t know!”

Knowing it's a lost cause to lecture Dustin, Steve turned towards you. “You sure you okay? You can walk out. I could drop you off at the house.”

“And what? Sit in the house and wait for someone to tell me that you are dead in some ditch?” You mused as you leaned back against the seats with a scoff. You have nowhere to go even if you hightailed it out of there. You thought. You can’t go anywhere and this is a better swap than the shit show. “I can’t walk out Steve. Not when one of the family members I left is in danger. I might as well keep your head in between your shoulders or anything intact. We still need the Harrington name to spread out.”

“I should be insulted with that last but I’m not,” Steve sighed as Dustin snorted. “Just so you know, I managed to kill an adult demodog with a bat,”

“Ugh, not really, I remember it was Nancy who killed it based on their stories,” Dustin interjected.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” You told him as he rolled his eyes at you. “Besides, if you say these creatures don't seem to be killed easily. I might have something that would help.” You said as you remembered one of your katanas that is also another thing you invested with has been shipped safely. It's a shame it came a day late to Utah. It could have been useful for the shit show. It's now hiding underneath your bed.

“You have something better than a bat with nails?” Steve asked, confused and you smirked.

“Yes,” you mused and Steve was about to ask for more when Dustin interrupted.

“I think we are spending too much time here, we need to go!”

“Okay! I’ll just get the raw meat and we will go by my house to get some pails,” Steve turned towards Dustin who smiled dreamily at you. Steve reached out and flicked his hat. “You better have a plan when I get back,Henderson.”

“Just go!” He exclaimed and he moved towards the Butcher grumbling. Dustin then turned towards you.

“Are you really sure you are related to him?” He asked one more time and this time you can’t help but laugh. Laugh not just at his question but at the absurdity of the situation. You were supposed to be there for a year but now it seems like you are in it for more. It's not bad having fun when you get involved with being friends with Eddie or hearing about gossip but being involved in a government and catastrophe level type of shit.

Well, this is giving Utah a run for its money. To be continued.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #ilovemyrockstar #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things fandom #joseph quinn fandom #steve harrington #harrington!reader #SOHON #alltheficsiwant #eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x harrington!reader #billy hargrove #Dustin Henderson

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voidbuggg · 4 months

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🍕💼🎯🥊❤️✂️🧊🍀🌂🙌🍎💎🍩 gib me scrunkly lore plz 🥺

yeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaa thank you so many aahh, once again since this is a Big One I am gonna throw these under the cut/zaza pic :3

🍕 - What is their favourite food? Since we’ve established the gas station snack food thing I’ll make another addition that isn’t dependent on a modern setting: jerky, generally anything crunchy. Any setting in which chips (or even crackers) exist you can bet he’s gonna be scarfing those fuckers down.

💼 - What do they do for a living? Ok so this is funny; in everywhere except the very scuffed ass modern/fc5 AU he mainly just steals shit. If asked why he’s always very ideological about why he does it, very particular about his targets but ultimately yeah. Whatever he can’t obtain via his weirdo hermit ass lifestyle he just forages in other peoples’ homes and businesses for. He could probably make some bank selling the shit he makes if he had any tolerance for the prospective buyers but that is not going to happen because stealing is less annoying.

🎯 -What do they do best? Answered HERE

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do? Loves to fucking chill idk. If left to his own devices he would probably just roam around, climb some mountains, build some dumb shit, make a campfire, play guitar, who knows. As for hate. uhm. I don't think there's any day-to-day activity that he genuinely cant stand. Like he doesn't particularly like going to pick up the mail or answering the door but like it's not the end of the world. He definitely hates when things are done TO him though lmao- he hates being touched except by a VERY specific few people, otherwise expect to lose an arm.

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories? Answered HERE <3

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories? There was a prominent antagonist in the main RP I did with him, a dracolich who managed to push his buttons like no one else could and more or less took away everything that he held dear. Needless to say Eran went full murder mode, forgot how to be human for a few years, the whole nine yards. I could gush about that RP for hours it is my favourite thing I’ve done with Eran like ever

🧊 - Is their current design the first one? I went and tracked down a specil [ EXCLUSIVE !! ] piece of sprinkle history: behold scrackle circa 2009.

Needless to say the current design is slightly different. Having said that I think I had the basics of his design dialed in within the first few years.

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC? I can’t explain this without sounding like an insane person, but it involves a fixation that 13yo bug had with a popular Canadian country-rock band. It’s all completely irrelevant now but it is funny to think about. There were comics.

🌂 - What genre do they belong in? For a long time I had him really locked in to fantasy stuff but I am less and less enamoured with that genre as time goes on for a few different reasons. It’s familiar and comfortable for me certainly, and Eran has BY FAR the most ‘lore’ in his original, fantasy-ish canon. So I’m not sure if that counts as belonging but it’s certainly his origin. Even then that's more of a setting than a genre so I'll expand on that- I think there are certain elements that make an Eran story successful in my eyes, that aren't limited to fantasy. I need him to be able to do crimes, be a Wild Boy and generally be more of a freak than a modern setting would typically allow (not to 100% trash the FC5 au but it definitely needs…something). I think it would be funny to put him in a heist movie. I’ve always liked him best when leaning heavily into the drama, character study sort of shit.

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have? One brother, Ash, whom he hates.

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like? Bad! His whole family is a cult in its own right more or less and Eran really doesn’t want anything to do with them. It's admittedly something I haven't fleshed out toooooo much. E's very much a 'keep moving forward' type of guy so naturally his family past stuff has not had too much attention.

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC? I have had him beef it before- obviously it’s been in self contained storylines. As for anything more permanent- hard to say. I never want to rule out the possibility entirely. I definitely feel like I’ve exhausted my writing options for him at the moment so that seems close to death in a way. I can draw the little bastard until the end of days but coherent story content has been…. Lacking. :|

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival? I don’t feel like he’s had a ‘nemesis’ really in any of the main stories. His scraps tend to be against larger organisations, the world around him or his own dumb ass decisions. I think his most persistent ‘enemy’ has been a Mages’ Guild (also from ‘The RP’ I keep blabbing on about) which he angered on many different occasions though not without good reason. ;)

#thank you for all of these twas fun #post office #eran #scrunkly lore

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coryosbaby · 7 months

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Jesus someone certainly likes to hear the sound of their voice. That other author doesn't own shit and certainly not a theme as popular as a character cheating on theur spouse with reader regardless of fandom. And the unnecessary comment 'this is what I get for writing something as amazing' bro ur a tumblr writer not a nominee for the nobel prize.

You don't have to post this but this is me reaching out to you Landry and telling you that you didn't do anything wrong and if someone is saying otherwise? Certain themes do get repetitive and that's not stealing

I appreciate you supporting me— though u guys, pls do not send hate to the writer :( she had her points fr . While yes I agree with you that the trope itself isn’t necessarily stealing, I do understand why she could see plagiarism in my writing. The car scene is eerily similar to her Illicit Affairs story — which is why I’m rewriting it . Not to mention I said “illicit affairs” in the synopsis— which I think was the most dumbest part. At the time I was thinking of giving her credit but didn’t know if it was necessary— so I thought against it. Would also like to point out that the car part was not intentional! Even though it seems like it, I swear it wasn’t. i forgot the entire plot of illicit affairs tbh (my shit ass memory) and when I began writing I guess my brain thought that scene up and I thought it was one of my original thoughts (does this make sense ¿) . What I’m trying to say is, I would never try to intentionally steal from anyone. I wouldn’t like it if someone did that with one of my stories, so why would I want to do it to anyone else?

I think I’m going to keep the married trope in the story, however, seeing as I’ve been like, literally aching to write it out with a hot character, and Anakin is one I’m currently fixated on. But with everything else the author has explained to me I can understand why she’s upset, and we’ve both discussed the situation and I bear no ill will to her at all. Hopefully the issue is now resolved. I also really don’t want any of my followers coming after her bc there’s no sense in causing more conflicts and being mean. This is probably the last time I’m gonna speak on the topic, unless the author wants to directly discuss it with me more. Thank u for listening to this long ass paragraph, & I wish for u all to have a good day !

Love, bunny 🎀

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wendytestabrat · 1 year

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why i think stan is a mild aspie

ok like ik stan was just diagnosed with aspergers as a joke and aspergers isn’t even a real disorder in south park but like i def feel like there was some truth to that diagnosis bc i think stan does have some aspie/autism tendencies. i mean even tho stan is the most social and popular of the boys or whatever you can tell he still does struggle with social cues and communication at times i think this is why everyone in stan’s life just takes advantage of him *COUGH kyle and wendy COUGH* bc he doesn’t rlly know how to set boundaries. stan’s too nice to people and just goes along with whatever idk if that’s an autism trait but i think some people with autism are like that. but i also think this is why wendy gets annoyed with stan sometimes in their relationship bc he sucks at communicating and he gets so anxious with her that he pukes. stan can just be kinda oblivious & awkward at times and sometimes he won’t even know or can’t tell that wendy is mad about some shit until it’s too late lol. like i think “cock magic” is the best example like how did stan deadass not know wendy was on the volleyball team like even cartman knew LOL. there’s that deleted scene where wendy jumps down stan’s throat for it and she tells him that she said she’s on the volleyball team a bunch of times to him but he didn’t listen & he didn’t take her hint at the beginning when she said he should show his support for the volleyball team like he thought she meant she was going to the game just to watch instead of play. also another example of stan’s obliviousness was him being the only kid in the class to not know tolkien’s name was spelled tolkien LOL. stan also gets rlly in the zone sometimes and he has his little quirks and fixations he focuses on like most people with aspergers like how stan gets rlly into board games or magic the gathering and also he really likes songwriting too and cares abt helping animals. i mean stan will go to great lengths to help animals out like in “whale whores” even when no one else gives a shit and he has to do it by himself. also remember when he got so fucking hooked on freemium gaming that he gambled away all of the family’s money? LOL i also think the reason why stan stays friends with kyle even tho he’s a shit friend is bc it’s what he’s familiar with and he just doesn’t want things to change which is how people with autism are they like their routine and familiarity hence why he got so depressed when everything was changing in the episode “ass burgers” & he didn’t know how to move on and not be friends with kyle anymore. same with how stan refuses to date a girl other than wendy and he’s always trying to make his relationship with her work. stan is also not a very emotive person which is common in aspergers, because stan usually has a blank expression on his face most of the time and it takes a lot to get him to react to shit, but then when stan is pushed to his limit and he gets angry he fucking explodes lol. stan’s also a rlly smart and rational person, fuck the people who say kyle is the most logical one bc stan is lol. you can tell stan thinks things through logically and he doesn’t like having to deal with emotions in situations. i think a lot of this can be easily debunked or explained by something else like stan’s depression or maybe he’s just a rlly aloof person. but i think it’s worth pointing out. again, stan is pretty social unlike most people with aspergers which is why if he has it i think it’s only a mild case rather than someone with severe autism. but i think stan might just be as popular as he his bc he’s just a nice person like that and he doesn’t ever try to get into beef with anyone so people like being around him. i wanna hear what ya’ll think is this something you’ve noticed too or did u just pass the whole aspergers diagnosis as a joke like the episode intended.

#stan marsh #STENDYRANTGARBAGE

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agirlwithachakram · 2 years

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Morbius is infuriating to me. it has so much good shit going on!!! and its overall execution is so weak.

good shit:

someone with chronic illness (or someone who loves someone with chronic illness, or someone who follows someone on tumblr with chronic illness) had a good amount of input on this script. there’s enough popular media out there that just Does Not Get It and this movie basically does get it. the sheer level of frustration of having a stupid rare illness that is hard to treat. being in so much pain all the time you’re just ignoring it when you have to do something. these guys should be using wheelchairs but because of the nature of their illness they’re afraid that means they’re giving up. (that one isn’t explicit but it seems like a fair read. you could argue that it’s the opposite, and the writers don’t realize wheelchairs can be used even if you’re not paralyzed. either way.) having good days and bad days. the fantasy of Being Okay. the fantasy of vampirism as a cure because nothing else works. trying to process feeling good when you haven’t felt good in so long.

and building on that...So, Morbius finds his “cure” except it’s not a cure, it’s a treatment. He’s active, he can walk and run and he’s not in pain and he feels good...as long as he takes his drugs: blood. And he’s quickly developing a tolerance to the artificial blue blood he invented. at first he could take it every six hours. Then four. and soon it won’t work at all and he’ll have to move on to real blood, which will treat his symptoms but has much worse side effects. because, baby, you don’t get to be fixed. you don’t get to be normal. you don’t get to walk through the world healthy without the leash of your “meds”. they can improve your quality of life but you can’t just stop taking them. that is how chronic illness works. the cure is not a permanent cure. the procedure requires treatments of its own. like i said, someone here knows stuff.

ugh, jared. not a great actor. not a great person. still really pretty.

the echolocation animations are surprisingly cool? and his little bat ear sonar gill things are funny and I like them.

vampire faces aren’t terrible. I don’t love them but I don’t hate them. They don’t annoy me as much as the buffy faces. red eyes sexy.

morbius accidentally inventing artificial blood while trying to cure his illness and turning down a nobel prize because it was the “byproduct of a failed experiment” is a great concept. I wish it said more about his personality but I am not sure anyone spent very much time developing that.

When Morbius is working on his bat cure for his illness, Dr. Martine says “I don’t want to see you get hurt.” Now, the direction/acting here isn’t great, but the line is so laughable to anyone who gets it, you don’t necessarily need to beat the audience over the head with how Michael would receive that line vs how Martine (healthy) meant it. The worst thing that can happen is it doesn’t work and he dies soon. if he does nothing, he dies soon anyway! His whole life is hurt and disappointment and HE is his own doctor! his expectations could not be more managed.

Milo (Matt Smith) has the same blood disease and loves Michael the most. He’s a more murderous Catra. he’s fixated on Michael and wants to run away with him, be his murder husband. the first few people he kills on purpose are a dude who insulted Michael’s pretty face and cops who are trying to arrest them both. When Michael and Martine kiss (way too many Ms in this town) Milo is watching them with the most jealous, furious expression

Milo is so evil and so sympathetic. if this had come out during the 11th Doctor years, tumblr would’ve been unusable. there would be 18000 Milorbius fics on the archive instead of 18.

Milo. Weirdly not that devious. has convinced himself he deserves to hurt others because the world has hurt him, but for a guy you’d expect to be a major manipulator, he’s pretty straightforward. I can enjoy that.

the difference between the powers Michael spends time honing (echolocation, making friends, flying) and Milo spends time on (chomping, whacking) and how that plays out in the big showdown

when Michael attacks a counterfeiter to commandeer his lair and some of his tools, the man asks, “Who are you?!” and Michael says, “I’m Venom.” that made me laugh.

captain terror is here and I love him.

Things that suck

way too much is premised on vampire bats being weird aggressive monsters. vampire bats do spread disease, but they’re not piranhas. they’re DEFINITELY not the fairy tale kind of piranha that swarms a critter, leaving only bones behind in ten seconds. (piranhas don’t actually do that, they’re mostly scavengers.) vampire bats are very chill and usually only feed from sleeping or docile critters. they lap up some blood and leave. they do not slaughter animals or people. we open in the depths of costa rican jungle, where morbius is determined to capture vampire bats using his own blood as bait. he slices his hand open with a machete to summon them. this man has a painful incurable blood disease. he puts artificial blood in his body multiple times a day, as i understand it.* if the artificial blood works as bait, why not just use a bag of it? why take a helicopter to the middle of nowhere? do you know vampire bats can be found in coastal mexico? they have a huge range. they’re not totally uncommon.

*i could be wrong about this. the treatment is described as “an oil change three times a day” so it could be transfusions or it could just be dialysis. unclear.

Jared Leto. He isn’t a good enough actor to handle this script. the script is weak, but if he could go all in on being torn between his affection for Milo and his code of ethics as a physician, if he could be genuinely tortured by what he did to the mercs when he first transformed instead of the feds saying “we don’t really care” so Michael doesn’t either? that would be INTERESTING. now he’s not only pitted against the feds because they think he’s murdering people around town, but because he thinks they’re wrong to want to let him off the hook for killing mercs in international waters, a thing he absolutely did not mean to do and should feel more guilty about. a few more lines, a stronger actor, and bam, you’ve got some intense internal conflict ripe for the picking.

Dr Martine isn’t developed enough and her romance with Michael isn’t good. it’s not bad, but it’s generic and we don’t really get why they’re suddenly doing this now when they’ve been working together for years.

Matt Smith is giving it his all. Jared might be giving it his all but his all is not enough. the result is a villain who is intensely obsessed and a hero who doesn’t care in spite of the few lines that indicate he does care. the homoerotic setup should have better payoff. they don’t have to be gay but give us some longing on both sides here. when Michael says he doesn’t want to fight Milo, that should be a flashpoint moment that makes Milo beg him to join, and Michael...want to give in. just for a moment. instead Michael is just weak and that line barely makes sense, because it takes so little for him to change his mind.

why make Martine the damsel in distress? there’s a teen that Michael is treating for some terrible illness. Milo could have kidnapped her and USED THE LAST VIAL OF SERUM ON HER to prove something to Michael!!!! why are there obvious story setups without payoffs? I’m okay with some things being in a story for character flavor but this was an opportunity and they didn’t take it.

If I were a vampire bat and Morbius kidnapped me and put me in a wind tunnel without anywhere to sleep or hang from i would NOT be his friend! no matter what he smelled or sounded like! if he wants to be friends with the bats he should give them a reason to like him! they’re getting tired Michael! They are nonstop flying! they’re gonna die of exhaustion!

i don’t think bats murmurate but I’m willing to be wrong. apparently they do. huh.

the semi-montage scenes with Michael talks into his recorder as boringly as possible should be replaced with full on musical montages. that would kick the energy up a lot.

fight shots are a mess. someone could fix that. not sure who. but someone.

vampire bat dna splicing...gave me pecs?

Michael and Milo have this thing about how they’re “the original Spartans, the few against the many”, like, they’ve had this horrific illness, they’ve been fighting this battle against it and against able bodied assholes since they were children. okay. um. I hate to burst your bubble, but Spartans were awful and they would’ve left you to the wolves as children. sorry. they sucked.

the blood disease is confusing. I guess it doesn’t matter in a movie where vampire bat dna makes a man a vampire, but he says he wants to integrate their ability to make anticoagulants. so...why does he need blood dialysis...or blood replacement? three times a day? is warfarin not on the table? is he trying to give himself hemophilia?

morbs is prepared to kill himself once he stops milo and even plans to, for everyone else’s safety, but that is dropped and never spoken of again?

I appreciate that the movie is only 95 minutes. seriously good work. but overall the script is weak and doesn’t play enough on the things that work (milo and michael’s complicated relationship, michael’s work as an actual physician to other people!, being a disabled doctor, being the token disabled doctor while the field doesn’t want to change to make it possible for more people like you to be in it even though you CREATED A WORLD CHANGING MEDICAL MIRACLE BECAUSE YOU UNDERSTAND DISABILITY AND DISEASE MORE INTIMATELY, michael’s guilt over what he’s actually done instead of what he is) and spends too much time on the things that don’t (relationship between Martine, who is underdeveloped, and Michael, the feds being generic good guy cops, the bats, Michael’s boring as hell monologues into his science recorder)

and the dialogue is largely not great, but jared makes it so much less interesting than it could be.

#morbius #michael morbius #marvel

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jonginnation · 2 years

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I’ve come to realize one of the recent things I don’t enjoy about idol/kpop fandom is this fixation on the brand deals and ambassadorships an idol gets and focusing on the business aspect of their career as stanning fodder. Like I’m happy for them and I look forward to seeing the ad cause it’ll have their photo or a clip of them. But this fixation on how these deals are a measure of their popularity and wealth and the fixation on the internal business mechanics of it all is just…. So uninteresting and even though I know this will sound snobby… I think it’s all so vulgar.

I guess it’s because this kinda fixation isn’t focused on stanning the idol as an artist. I like stanning an artist and following their art/craft so focusing on music, dancing, the drama or movie they acted in, if it’s an ad then focus on the creative aspects of the modeling, makeup, and styling. Not the business aspect of it. I stan an artist, not a business plan, not a contract, not a marketing strategy.

Can we focus on the art? The artist and what they’ve put out as their creative work into the world? Hell… talk about their friendships or brotherhood or personality or some funny things they did or said if you want to because that is a big part of fandom too, just stupid fun stuff. At least it’s something that can make you feel and it’s about connection to something or someone.

Focusing on what the brand’s pr team is doing, what other professionals behind the scenes are doing, the revenue supposedly gained by the company from these ads, the ad engagement numbers, gaging the idols popularity with the gp based on number of ads and brand deals blah blah blah 😖😖😖 this shit is so fcking mind numbing!

Like you’re gonna go up to him and be like “im such a fan and admire your number of IG/Twitter engagements on that one ad!” ..???? Is this what being a fan is now because it wasn’t like this not that long ago? Why are we talking about some multinational company’s pr team because of some IG post? 😖😵‍💫🫠

This kind of stanning is really widespread in Kai fandom and some other fandoms too. Call me dramatic, but I think it treats him like a commodity (an economic good/product) instead of an artist talking about him/his career that way. And I guess some smart person can argue all idols are commodities or whatever and that we treat them that way already and I’d probably reblog that shit 🙄 but whatever…. And I also realize it’s not like someone can’t talk about that, imo useless stuff as far as stanning an idol/artist, and talk about the artistic side or fun/silly side too. What I’m saying is that the amount of time and focus on the non-artistic side of things that I just described is way up these days and it makes fandom soulless and unenjoyable.

#me #fandom #I don’t know how to avoid this shit except to stay off social media #didn’t plan on writing all this but the latest stuff in the fandom about Kai’s Paris trip…#I’m just so tired of it all #I’m ranting 🙄😒

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hesitationss · 2 years

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okay after reading tfota… it’s okay. i understand why it has a fandom and why it’s massively popular in book fandom spaces. i like the way that holly black pushed the expectations of what is typical to the ya fantasy formula (esp w gender roles and genuine character objectives) i liked reading from jude’s perspective knowing that she is also somewhat vile and seeing her not really hold other women’s ‘vileness’ as moral failings. (tbh i think it’s a bit weird to see how much woman readers hate taryn and nicasia… but in general most ppl can’t consume anything w conflict w out assigning blame or projecting moral compass onto their faves but that is for another discussion lmao) (just more thoughts about ya fantasy below and also about how much i love tithe)

my main crit, which isn’t much of a crit, more so a note + preference! is that it is very much closer to a manufactured fantasy. i read some interviews from some fave ya fantasy writers when i was in my late teens and a lot of them mentioned that ttrpgs were essentially writing tools for them. esp after getting into ttrpgs over the past couple of years, all of the ‘plot’ points for TFOTA read as manufactured as such, esp because a lot of Jude’s ‘downtime’ for thinking happened traveling between locations to her next ‘adventure’ plot point. if i am being honest the whole series could’ve been one long book, there isn’t much separation except for time passing. every book did so much build up to a major ‘action’ that occurred in the last couple of chapters with like zero processing space. (TFOTA QoN spoiler: but i wish [redacted] had been a 🐍 for like half if the book rather than 3 days.) I think the ending was alright, but def a bit fast paced for me!

i think this was my first YA series since high school and even back then i had been more interested in poetry and theory. i wasn’t disappointed or anything, but it is very interesting to see how YA writing has evolved for newer teen audiences! and it’s very cool of me mentally to be able to read it and think yes this for teens! contemporary indulgences and pacing for 2018 teens! TBH a lot of 90s/early 2000s YA still hold up for me, they were writing for a different audience!

I enjoyed the Modern Faerie Tales series so much when i picked it up at my local library in middle school. It was so groundbreaking to me that YA fantasy could include elements of reality. Not just *is a regular girl w a normal life*, but more like *working class, strained family relationships, feeling weird and too different, having a bad time* in the way that teenagers do. like my life sucked so bad as a kid and got like a bit better in middle school, and then more fucked up shit happened to me in hs, so it was very cool and nice to read the presence of class. I’ve read bits and pieces of some of her other works, but the removal of class and other issues just feels so defanged to me! idk tithe was written in 2002 but it was just so different. i’m glad HB is successful and people love her stuff, i wish there was more YA fantasy like TMFT where the fantasy isn’t completely removed from the material world. I saw myself a lot in Kaye esp since she was racialized as east asian despite being blonde and a pixie shdhdjsja 😭 and TMFTs will always be my fave for that plus i’m still heavily fixated on TMFTs… I probably still won’t read much YA in the future, but it was nice to visit some recent YA briefly (!! i am a sucker for ✨ faeries ✨) would be into hearing what others think esp if they read mfts first!!

#tfota #queen of nothing #mft #the modern faerie tales #tithe #kaye fierch #long post #i still love all faerie media tho lol

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munsontm · 2 years

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👫 for robin!

Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship - ACCEPTING @immobiliter

Eddie finds it extremely easy to talk with Robin once they establish a friendship. They’re those two kinds of people who can talk nonsense upon nonsense for hours and hours and never get tired, they just fit, they just get each other. I like to think they fixate on certain subjects together and talk about them whenever they see each other, both delivering new facts and points of conversation about whatever their fixation is about. Then eventually they move on to a new topic and the process begins again. It’s hard to engage with them if you don’t understand what they’re talking about because they like to go in-depth. But hey, it works for them, which is what’s important.

Robin is the first person in the core group that Eddie tells about his being queer, and it’s probably what cements their friendship tbh. They both have someone to turn to, innit? Because while Robin obviously has Steve, bless his lil face. Eddie and Robin have the shared experience of growing up queer in Hawkins, having to hide it, not being able to date or find love normally because of it, and being terrified of how the people they do love might react to the knowledge. So, for them to have that absolute safety in one another is so fucking important, and that’s why Eddie tells her tbh because he’s tired of being alone with it. His uncle is aware, but Eddie doesn’t really know how to talk with him about it, and he does have a sense of disappointment in himself about it. He feels he’s caused his uncle enough bother, now he’s gotta deal with having a queer under his roof. of course, that’s all in his head. but it’s the kind of thing he needs robin for, you know??

Entirely up to you this one, Lottie. But consider that from time to time, Eddie pretends to be Robin’s boyfriend for when she’s going on dates with girls. Eddie comes to pick her up from her place, where her parents are. They put on a pretty believable show for a few minutes, and then Eddie delivers Robin to her date, picks her up afterwards too. Of course, no one would be impressed that their daughter brought Eddie home lmao, but he’s nothing if not a good showman, and is very convincing for Robin’s parents that he’s an absolute straight sweetheart.

S3 AU HC: Consider Eddie and Robin both being horribly embarrassed by Steve’s attempts with the ladies. They watch in simultaneous horror from the little hatch, predicting together what kind of line Steve will use, and how terrible the reaction to it will be. It’s pretty hilarious for them to see Steve, who was uber popular at school, while they were losers, strike out so hard. (until they befriend him) Like the little shits that they are, they do impersonations of Steve’s flirting techniques when Steve isn’t around, prompting weird looks from customers because they’re busting their guts with laughter. Poor Steve. :’)

#𝚍𝚢𝚗. 𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 & 𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚗: 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚍. ( 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛 ) 🎸#immobiliter #my love for these two is stronnggggg #they deserved to have an excellent friendship sm #𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 : 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍? 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 🎸

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Mizutori’s bakudeku fanfiction master list [complete works]

Really really good writing by these incredible authors. In no particular order! These are all Top!Bakugou and Bottom!Deku. If A/B/O dynamics then it’s Alpha!Bakugou and Omega!Deku. Yes, I have preferences.

Canon World – until 15k

What The Fuck Did You Just Call Me? by reading_raindrop | 8,303 | Izuku starts calling him Bakugou and it pisses the explosive teen off a lot more than he thought it would.

Oh right, you were a little sh*t by SaysiWrites | 5,653 | When Midoriya Izuku gets hit by an age-reversion Quirk, the last thing anyone expected to find out is that Toddler-Izuku is a little shit. Except for one Bakugou Katsuki, who has seen this phase one too many times already. (Bonus+ the entire Little Sh*t (Kidfic) series)

Do Not Disturb by surveycorpsjean | 10,010 | Apply enough force, and something is bound to break.

And Atlas fell by supercrunch | 15,185 | They move in together, after a while. Katsuki joins Best Jeanist and Izuku trains under Gran Torino. They still take comfort in each other every day, curl up in bed and kiss and talk about how life is going. Their live are tumultuous, after all, what with villains and training and rescuing people every week. It’s nice to have something certain. At the end of a day filled with violence and adrenaline, Izuku knows he can come home to someone concrete. It’s perfect. Being a hero is scary and grueling and uncertain, but this part is just right. And then, one day, a child dies in Izuku’s arms.

be loved by bonnia | 5,403 | The kidnapping incident leaves bakugou traumatised about being touched on the back of his neck, and midoriya decides to take matters into his own hands.

Big Protein by Mysecretfanmoments | 13,683 | Bakugou Katsuki has a thriving hero career, an agent to manage his famous attitude, and absolutely zero romantic interest in anyone. With the exception of his favourite health food joint refusing to expand to his city, his life is pretty damn perfect—so why does a viral video revealing Deku's stash of dirty mags involving him and Deku together turn everything upside-down?

Chocolate cake and resin preserved flowers by Anoksun | 11,396 | Izuku loses his memories. Katsuki struggles not to lose Izuku too.

Twin Stars by theperksofbeinglarissa | 8,435 | When Deku saves a woman's life, her quirk is accidentally activated. Her quirk? She reveals a person's soulmate. A star-shaped mark appears on Midoriya's left arm... and on Bakugou's as well. Kirishima is the only one who knows that Bakugou is Midoriya's soulmate, and Bakugou isn't taking the news very well. Can the twin stars of class 1-A work out their differences and find their happy ending?

Unhealthy Fixations by Thesis | 12,522 | Izuku is an adult who knows better than to crush on his childhood bully. AND YET.

Like the Moon by osakakitty | 14,781 | Katsuki Bakugo is having constant, erotic dreams about Izuku Midoriya. He isn’t sure why, but they won’t go away. In order to make them stop, he needs to figure out what Izuku Midoriya means to him.

Worth a Second Shot by cinnabee | 13,080 | Katsuki and Izuku celebrate registering as a Hero Duo together with a big party. What could go wrong?

Like Something Out of A Shoujo Manga by Merrywetherweather | 2,971 | Deku ends up in a rather interesting quirk accident, one that triggers flag events as if he were the protagonist of an otome game.

Canon World – 15k++

Blood Moon by lalazee | 94,860 | The Thank-Fuck-We-Aren’t-Dead Sex had started then, and had never really stopped. Then came the feelings and the fights. The ego, the pride, the jealousy. And then there was Us.

The Way You Used To Do by edema_ruh | 669,463 | During a battle, Midoriya gets hit by a villain whose quirk detaches his soul from his body. Stuck in a ghost-like state, the boy enters a race against time in order to save himself from permanently dying. Much to his luck - or lack of it -, the only person who can see and talk to him in this state is no one other than Kacchan.

Just Like Breathing by MD_Daydreamer | 35,423 | Izuku got engaged. He didn't mind. If that made Uraraka happy, he could do it. He thought his life wouldn't change much.But then, Kacchan went to live in the USA.

briar roses (and hundred years of sleep) by vannral | 15,951 | In which Izuku is hit by a ‘Sleeping Beauty’ Quirk, Class 3-A tries to find his True Love and get them to kiss him, and Katsuki’s very angry about it all.

"what's your type?" by sapphicflower | 20,192 | In order to increase their popularity rankings as up and coming pro heroes, Izuku and Katsuki participate in the most popular late night talk show for hero duos - ‘Heroes Rising!’. They’re killing it, obviously, because they know each other from inside and out. Until one question stumps the two of them: “What is your hero partner’s type?”

and it was Just Right by cinnabee | 23,759 | Katsuki spends two years post-graduation in a furious one-sided competition with his childhood friend and rival's promotional photos - until they finally run into each other, and, well. You shouldn't believe everything you see in magazines. A love story about size differences.

Notice Me, Nerd by useless_donut | 40,000 | Bakugou is in love with Midoriya. He doesn’t hide it, in fact it’s so painfully obvious that the entire class of 3-A has him figured out in a matter of months (days, in some cases). Too bad Midoriya is the most oblivious motherfucker out there, and Bakugou is too damn stubborn to actually ask him out. A love story as witnessed by the class of 3-A.

in your dreams, nerd! by sapphicflower | 37,639 | In a strange and unexpected set of circumstances, Izuku and Katsuki find themselves sharing their dreams together whenever they happen to fall asleep at the same time. Being hopelessly in love with each other, they don’t mind it all that much. What better way to spend time with your crush than in a stupidly vivid dream?

Hear Me by my_name_is_Levi | 22,419 | It wasn’t as if nightmares were uncommon for the freshman class of Yuuei. They’d seen plenty of things, heard and felt and witnessed enough travesty in their lives to last them a lifetime. But Midoriya Izuku was screaming, and no one, not even Bakugo Katsuki could ignore it.

Bridges by supercrunch | 18,018 | Bakugou is signed up for a Calvin Klein modeling gig. The thing is, they really do need the money. And Katsuki's technically the leader of this bunch of morons, so he finds himself taking the job even though his pride will never recover. And even though nobody thought to tell him that he'd be working with his ex-boyfriend. You know, the cute freckled guy from high school who went and broke his heart. So, yeah. This whole situation kind of sucks.

objective truth by mamalade | 15,390 | Izuku gets hit with a truth quirk, as one does. He seems to be handling it well—until Katsuki shows up.

catharsis by dollcewrites | 15,071 | It's been six years since Izuku graduated.It's been six years since he confessed to his childhood friend; his classmate and his inspiration. It's been six years since he deleted Bakugou's number, asked his friends not to mention the name, spent every last effort of his heart turning off the TV and averting his eyes from the newspapers. It's been six, long, long years since he gave up on Katsuki Bakugou ever loving him back.

Here here, my friends and me (You are my familia) by Jeka | 128,832 | Bakugou Katsuki has made a great job of ignoring the fact that he is tragically in love with Deku, someone who could never love him like that and let's face it, he doesn't deserve. Now that he can't ignore it anymore, he has to find a way to keep his childhood friend and move on for his own sake. Or so he had thought, maybe he can have Deku, after all. Izuku has everything he always wanted in life. But suddenly he has to navigate the most important relationship in his life through different eyes.

Canon World – Jealous!

Hands Off by SaysiWrites | 7,140 | When a new girl at school starts flirting with Bakugou, his friends quickly become invested in the idea of their friend experiencing love - even if he doesn't seem at all interested in her. What they don't see is Midoriya fuming in the background. But how can he get rid of her when they've spent so long keeping their relationship a secret?

Surfaces by surveycorpsjean | 25,225 | Katsuki has a new girlfriend, but something isn't right. As impossible as it is, Izuku can't help but wonder what it'd be like to be called Katsuki's girl.

Green-Eyed Beast by SecretKiwi | 4,721 | Everyone wants a piece of Katsuki Bakugou, but they should beware of the Green-eyed beast always lurking close behind him.

Green with Envy by Sol_Morales707 | 2,611 | Izuku Midoriya is not as innocent and pure as everyone thinks he is. The truth was he was very jealous and willing to do anything for a certain blonde.

Happy Camper by Arysa | 7,074 | Wanting a break from the stress of dealing with the rookie Pro Hero grind, a handful of students from Class A decide to go on a camping trip. Izuku's excited to relax and catch up with everyone, especially Kacchan. But, well, Kacchan's... Kacchan. And dating Kirishima.

How to stop time: kiss by Teddingtons | 31,693 | Deku finally asks Uraraka out. Everyone's supportive except Bakugou who can't even look him in the eye. Deku seeks him out after and is hit with truth.

What I Deserve by s_the_queen | 16,671 | When Izuku starts dating a student in General Studies, everyone is happy for him. She's super sweet and really caring. But something doesn't sit right with Katsuki.

Deku's Already Fucking Taken by asdfjkl129 | 20,704 | 5 times people don't realize that Deku is already in a very happy relationship and try their hand at asking him out, and then in Bakugou's unique and special style, get very firmly corrected, +1 time where no correction is needed.

His by sister_elric | 6,206 | Izuku would like to consider himself a pretty level headed individual. Sure, he had the occasional tunnel vision, especially when it came to training. And hero work. And Kacchan. But, overall, Midoriya felt as though he typically kept his cool. Well, maybe that was a stretch. But, at the very least he could understand his own emotions. So, it surprised even him when an unfamiliar emotion coursed through him as a first year approached his boyfriend, Katsuki.

Down the Red Line by MinervaHope | 7,804 | Izuku has been able to see the red strings of fate since birth. It's no surprise that his is connected to Katsuki.

Canon World – Fake Relationship Goes Wrong

how he should’ve known (and how it turned out) by vannral | 43,918 | In which Katsuki and Izuku pretend to be a couple to avoid journalists, the plan backfires magnificently because of course it does, and the act goes on. Includes feelings, pining, domestic fluff and jealousy.

Vicious by feelslikefire | 105,173 | Midoriya and Bakugou wind up in the very last position either of them thought they'd be in: Hero Partners. It's not fun, but they learn to cope. Their first big assignment together takes them undercover to infiltrate a cult, but the situation turns out far more sinister than they first thought.

What I can never tell you by Mikacrispy | 27,067 | After living in the US for 5 years, Izuku returns to take care of a concussed Bakugou who believes they're engaged. Now, Izuku has to pretend he's in a relationship with the man he's loved for most of his life, knowing that it's just a matter of time until Katsuki gets better and realizes it's all a lie.

Not-Dating by MiraChaDoodles | 14,290 | Katsuki takes Deku on a not-date to save his career, only to find himself wishing it were real.

we'll do the things that lovers do by ethereals | 29,544 | Izuku gets an invitation to Shouto's wedding and Katsuki is PISSED that he asks Kirishima to be his date (also he wasn't even fucking invited

Canon World – Friends With Benefits (?)

Four Times Bakugou Katsuki Doesn't Intend to Sleep With Midoriya Izuku (And the One Time that He Does) by fallingraine85 | 17,601 | He hadn’t planned for any of this. He isn’t about to go delving into the ball of yarn that is Midoriya Izuku’s heart; he isn’t equipped to try and untangle and make sense of it all. He isn’t about to try to analyze how he’s feeling about all of this, either.... How many times can you repeat the same mistake?

We Wear Chains on the Weekend by surveycorpsjean | 35,086 | Well, in a day of revelations, it turns out that Izuku isn't as vanilla as Katsuki previously thought. Unfortunately, that fascinating discovery is overshadowed by Izuku's dumbassery, because he has zero concept of aftercare."Don't go to anyone else," Katsuki says, because screw it. He can do a better job anyways. Or; Katsuki finds Izuku on a bad drop.

Just for Now by Shiro_Kabocha | 48,135 | Katsuki's parents are out of town over a school break and to keep him from getting up to any shenanigans, they ask Izuku to house sit with him. What are two teenaged boys to do when left alone to their own devices? (Bonus+ the entire Just for Love series)

safe in the darkness by yoonskisses | 20,855 | Izuku and Katsuki had been meeting up secretly for months, with absolutely no feelings involved. Or so Katsuki thought at least. The dorm gossip about Ochaco and Izuku's new relationship seemed to set a spanner in the works for their arrangement.

Alternative Universe – No Quirks

Bluebird by EtherealBeing | 53,108 | Dialing a wrong number was no unusual occurrence. Everyone did it once in a while, and Katsuki was well aware of that fact. However, possessing this knowledge made it no less aggravating for him to discover — a full two minutes into his rant about his day — that he’d been venting his frustrations to a complete stranger. As if that wasn't enough, said stranger was also inexplicably determined to hear his story to its end.

Someone Borrowed by mynameis152 | 138,996 | It felt like hours that he stared at Izuku, coming to terms with the fact that a man, his childhood best friend, whom he hadn’t seen since their senior year of high school, was there in front of his very eyes. Then his brows furrowed and his jaw clenched before he uttered through gritted teeth the very name Izuku had longed to hear for years. “Deku.”

Dark Side of the Sun by Synnie | 51,598 | Staying up too late playing video games, Kirishima wasn't expecting to get an urgent call begging for help. Next thing he knew, he was letting his classmate Izuku Midoriya take refuge in his apartment - without consulting his always angry roommate.

Manage Me by Justaperson1718 | 10,756 | Izuku becomes Katsuki’s model agent.

Don't Set Your Drink Down by Crandberrycrush | 88,424 | With sudden clarity Izuku realized he had broken the first rule of going out. Never leave your drink unattended.

Livewire by pretty_rekless | 18,160 | Per Ochako's request, Izuku downloads a gay dating app in hopes to finally find a partner. Except every single one of his leads keep ghosting him or standing him up... That is until one hot, fiery blond enters the chat. Grindr/Tinder AU fic.

Drinking Watermelon by warschach | 8,906 | Katsuki works as a camp counselor, and Izuku is a boy made of summer heat and sunlight.

Precious Pet by Mikacrispy | 6,379 | When broke college student Midoriya Izuku found a job that offered lodging, food, and good pay for four hours of work each day, he thought it was too good to be true. But he called anyway. Turns out all he has to do is to be the spoiled little puppy of a rich businessman.

Our Eleven Summers by Dark_Mage_Ayumu | 34,472 | The first time Katsuki met Izuku was when he was eight. For the next eleven years, Izuku changed his life, and no one even knew. Their relationship was something they shared in secret.

sticky note crushes by ladyofsnails | 3,239 | Katsuki hates his roommate. The green-haired, freckled, artsy son of a bitch with his dumb pun t-shirts and paint-stained hands he can’t fucking keep to himself. Katsuki can’t leave a single assignment or paper out in his room because that idiot will just grab anything to draw on it. He’s like a shark that can’t stop swimming else it’ll die – he can’t stop drawing. Ever.

Don't Play Pretend by SweetSide | 10,103 | Actor AU: Deku and Bakugou get the leading roles for an upcoming TV Drama. They weren’t aware that they would be working with each other for who knows how long. It would’ve been completely fine if they weren’t exes.

97.6 FM by jamjars | 32,249 | Izuku can’t stop listening to the radio host with the deep voice who sounds like he’s stuck in 2010. It’s a harmless crush. That is until he starts calling into the show under the pseudonym Deku.

Read {between} Your Lines by greatcloudninja | 52,252 | Midoriya Izuku, up-and-coming actor, has finally hit his big break (...), Bakugou Katsuki, who has been acting for over twenty years.However, Bakugou seems to have it out for Izuku, leading to tension both on and off set. When some incriminating photos surface, the studio suggests (...): having Bakugou and Midoriya fake a relationship to get ahead of the rumors.

I’m not looking for somebody with some superhuman gifts by PassingShadow | 5,522 | Izuku is a professional cuddler and Katsuki is his new client that’s just a little rough around the edges, and needs a natural healing touch.

Alternative Universe – Quirkless Deku

A Good Old-Fashioned Tattoo AU by lalazee | 14,437 | After their paths had split, Bakugou & Deku meet again as adults. While Bakugou begins to repent for the kid he used to be, he also starts to prove himself as he the man he is now.

Call Me a Safe Bet (I'm Betting I'm Not) by WTTTD | 10,803 | He wished he had some sort of heads up before seeing Deku again for the first time after nearly two years, looking like the essence of a lazy Sunday, smiling and surrounded with brand new, adoring friends. It was a little fitting that Katsuki burned for him so badly. (Support Department Deku)

In Which Kacchan Has a Ruff Time by OneshotPrincess | 14,511 | Bakugou Katsuki gets quirked into a dog, gets adopted by an unknowing Izuku and generally has a very rough few days full of realizations

While You Were Sleeping by Belkacaramelka (annabelleg) | 71,197 | The one where quirkless fanboy Midoriya Izuku rescues Pro Hero Todoroki Shouto, gets mistaken as his fiancé while he is in a coma, and gets caught up in the most unlikely fake engagement... until his childhood enemy and Todoroki's classmate Bakugou Katsuki tries to catch him out, and they both end up discovering a lot more about each other than they'd expected.

Let Me Assist You Personally by Seeress | 32,806 | Izuku is long-suffering Personal Assistant to #1 Pro Hero Dynamight.Dynamight can't keep a PA to save his career. They all quit crying after a few days weeks. Enter, Izuku—with enough money problems to brave the jaws of the cranky beast. Childhood friend turned glorified paid slave. Somehow it all works out. ‘Kill them with kindness’, his mom had told him once. If that were true, Bakugou Katsuki would be stone-cold dead by now.

Smile For The Camera by kurokonekokilled | 19,179 | Midnight has a cam site, home to millions of users, but one catches Katsuki's eye when he goes scrolled through it in search for something to help him release a little stress. A live stream and the best orgasm of his life later, his wallet is lighter, and he might be almost as obsessed with this Deku guy as the cam boy is with him.

Just Like The Comics by brichibi | 24,935 | Where Izuku works at a comic book shop because that’s as close to a hero as he’s gonna get, and Katsuki plays the part of heroic ex-boyfriend who is good at everything except winning Izuku back... maybe

Alternative Universe – Quirks

Get on my Level by Mikacrispy | 92,273 | Bakugou Katsuki is a Pro Hero whose boss demands him to take an intern. Midoriya Izuku is a UA student who needs an internship. When the two of them are put together, they learn about what it truly means to be a Hero and what it means to be in love.

A/B/O – Secret! Baby

Home by Emerald2402 | 87,214 | Midoriya Izuku left Japan in a rush, moving to America without a word to anyone else. But then almost 11 years later he arrives back Home and Bakugou Katsuki's Alpha is furious. Fuck that, Bakugou is furious, because Midoriya Izuku, an omega he tasted one time, has been keeping a very big, very blonde haired, green eyed secret.

Those Under the Same Stars by PerpetuallyPerturbed | 325,553 | When Katsuki Bakugo left Izuku Midoriya five years ago, he thought it was for forever. He put aside dreams and wishes of the omega to focus on his career. He was going to be the best hero, after all. He couldn't have an omega getting in his way. So when he's stopped on the streets one day by a pup begging for help for his mom, he isn't prepared to face what he gave up, and what the consequences of his actions were. (Quirkless Deku)

A/B/O – Quirks

Mark Me. Make Me Yours. by decadentbynature | 10,062 | Midoriya is the only Omega at UA and he's been hiding it well but there's one issue that threatens to expose him: his attraction to an Alpha, Bakugo. After being told to give some paperwork to Bakugo, Midoriya lets him into his dorm room and is immediately overwhelmed by his scent. Unable to help himself, he gives in to his urges, only to be discovered by Bakugo but instead of becoming enraged, Bakugo decides to give Midoriya exactly what he wants

Claim Me by ScientificallySinful (VampireGaaraCheesepuffs) | 114,449 | Being an Alpha has nothing to do with Katsuki's success as a Pro-Hero, the same way Deku's Omega status hasn't kept him from becoming Number Two. Secondary gender doesn't mean anything nowadays and “mating” is an antiquated practice. So when Izuku, his rival, asks Katsuki to Claim him in the middle of the night, there is only one logical thing to say. “What the fuck?”

Change of Plans by Mikacrispy | 185,965 | Alpha Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki never planned to get married to some random omega but what he wants isn't an option anymore. One for All wielder Midoriya Izuku has suffered injustice too many times and doesn't plan in allowing his secondary gender to dictate how he must live his life. Falling in love was never in the plans.

Going Feral For You by ANGIE_fic | 17,977 | Bakugou has an aggression problem that might have to do with his Alpha. His job is on the line because of it. So what do you do with a pent up Alpha? Yes.Rut. (Quirkless Izuku)

i live for you, i long for you by jeonjeonggukkkkkie | 19,165 | The five times Izuku hinted he wants Katsuki to spend his next heat with him, and the one time Katsuki took the hint.

Baby's First Bloom by ContraryBee | 44,945 | Izuku blooms for Katsuki one warm day in their third year of middle school. What follows is both boys learning about themselves, their bond, and the society they live in.

As Fate Would Have It by ScientificallySinful (VampireGaaraCheesepuffs) | 88,737 | Katsuki Bakugo had plenty of reasons why he wasn't mated yet, not that he was going to explain why to just anyone. But now, Ground Zero was running out of time. If he didn't find someone soon, he'd lose his position as a Pro-Hero and he'd never get to be #1. So, when he finds out there's a male Omega recently arrested for prostitution that's headed to prison if he too doesn't get a mate…well it must be fate. (Quirkless Izuku)

A/B/O – No Quirks

Gravity by warschach | 71,477 | Izuku is back in his hometown and plenty hasn't changed much from the 8 years he was gone. Except, Katsuki Bakugou, the alpha king of their small town. He's hotter- because that's fair, right, God? -, stronger, a now-famous pro fighter, and noticeably nicer this round.Not that he cares, pfft. (Fine, he cares.)

Nine Months by greatcloudninja | 23,303 | Omega Midoriya Izuku connects with Alpha Bakugou Katsuki through an online singles ad. Izuku pays Katsuki to help him with his heat, ending up pregnant in the process. What follows is a pregnancy filled with ups and downs, but whatever hurdles come their way, they can make it through together.

The long dark by Ominous-Anonymous (Ominonymous) | 13,289 | He could have been really dangerous. He could be a fucking murderer for all he knew. But Izuku Midoriya, ever the reckless daredevil, was not thinking of that when he got into a car with a complete stranger. Completely ignoring the part where his mother always taught him to never gets into cars with alphas he didn't know...

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strangelysamantha · 3 years

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cheerleader ❀

rafe cameron x plus!reader.

warnings: swearing, flirting, slight angst in the beginning (barely)

words: 2,365.

summary: rafe was intrigued by you, he wanted to get to know you. he thought that task would be easy, but your distaste for him was apparent. despite the overwhelming amount of setbacks, he knew he would get you to crack.

request? no :)

a/n: please like and comment if you enjoy! thank you, ilysm <3

my masterlist

part two

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most things rafe wanted, he easily got. it was a known fact. his parents were financially stable so they could afford to throw money down the drain for useless items that wouldn’t be used more than once. his popularity and name allowed him to get away with most things. except you. you seemed to not care about his wealth or his looks. you didn’t even care to give him the time of day. he took this as a challenge. he was destined to get you to like him if it was the last thing he did.

the first time he talked to you was during school. he thought his charm and popularity would make you swoon. instead, it was quite the opposite. he approached you at your locker, his smile bright. “hey. i’m rafe.” he extended his hand out to you. “hello, rafe.” you shake his hand back, before retreating your hand to your side. you stare at him in confusion. “uhm am i in the way of your locker?” you question, he shakes his head. “oh no, actually. i just wanted to introduce myself to you.” you nod your head. “well rafe, it was nice to meet you, i guess. but i’m running late for class.” you shut your locker, speeding off to class.

rafe stayed by your locker in awe. you really thought rafe was just waiting to get to his locker? it’s halfway through the school year, if his locker was by yours, you would have known by now. he embarrassingly walked away, heading to his first class. that awkward moment was lingering in his head, stuck on replay. your facial expression that showcased confusion stayed still in his mind. by third hour he was over it, not as embarrassed. he shrugged it off, excited to try again.

rafe actually didn’t know that much about you. he saw you in the halls occasionally. his interest in you peaked when he saw that you talked to topper a lot. since you were heavily associated with topper, he believed that it would be easy to befriend you. it’s clear to him now that isn’t the case. he can’t help but feel surprised at your lack of knowledge for him. everyone knows of rafe, and you should especially know because of how well you know topper.

regardless, rafe knew what he had to do. he needed to see topper, and investigate him. rafe pulled his phone out, texting topper to meet him.

topper met rafe in the boy’s bathroom before fourth period. they scoped the bathroom, ensuring to themselves that they could openly talk since they were alone. rafe didn’t hesitate, he immediately bombarded topper with questions about you. “what’s with the sudden interest?” topper asks, confused.

“i don’t know, i keep seeing her in the hallway and she stares at me.” topper nods, “well she does good academically, i know her because her family is friends with my family, she’s on the cheerleading team, i don’t know man. what info are you wanting?” the cheerleading team. rafe smiled to himself, you are a cheerleader. “that’s good enough, i just needed some info so i could know if i want to meet her or not.” topper laughed, “alright man. i gotta go.” rafe nodded, “see you later.” topper fist bumped rafe before walking out the bathroom.

you were a cheerleader? he had no clue. it dawned on him, if he had no idea of who you were, why would you know who he was? he shook his head at the thought, instead heading to class.

on the other side of the school sat you, fidgeting with your pencil as you struggled to keep up with the current notes. the interaction you had with rafe was confusing you. why did he suddenly want to meet you? it didn’t make sense. the whole class period you tried to wrap your brain around his actions, trying to figure out what his intention was, but you fell short.

at lunch time you sat at a table, you usually sat with friends but they were absent. it didn’t help they were absent the one day someone popular randomly takes an interest in you. you sit on the chair, pulling out your math homework. if you knocked it out at lunch, you had a high chance of not having homework. you start the first problem, but immediately halt when your family friend, topper, taps on your shoulder. “hi tops.” you smile softly at him, setting your pencil down and turning your attention to him. he smiles at you, “hey.”

you pick up a goldfish, plopping it into your mouth. “how have you been?” you question topper. he shrugs, “same old same old. family is still upset with me, per usual.” you nod, soaking up what he said. “dang, that sucks. it’s so annoying how people hold grudges. they don’t know how to forgive and forget.” you shrug, smiling up at him. he returns the smile, “i know right.” you place your homework back in your bag, assuming you wouldn’t be able to finish it during lunch.

“what did you even do?” you ask him. he smiles, “uh i accidentally pissed a pogue off so they got revenge by sinking my new boat.” your eyes widened, “what! holy shit you must have fucked up bad.” he frowns, “i didn’t really want to do it, you know how tricky it is with our reputation and who we have to associate with.” you laugh, “oh i know all too well of what that’s like.” topper rolls his eyes, assuming you’re talking about him.

“hey! i’m not too bad.” you laugh, “it wasn’t about you. you aren’t bad at all.” you look up, seeing rafe take his backpack off. you glance at topper to see he is confused as well. “hey rafe, what’s up?” topper questions rafe, who had just sat down at our table. “nothing much man, saw you over here and decided to join.” you laugh sarcastically, “inviting yourself to our private party?” you question, slightly joking. rafe felt an unexpected twinge of jealousy when you grouped yourself and topper together.

“i’m just kidding rafe… kind of.” you grin, topper joining in by chuckling with you. rafe awkwardly laughs along. he pulls himself together, thinking of things to say. “are you going to the football game tomorrow?” rafe waits for your response. you smile slightly, “yeah, but i’m a cheerleader so i’ll be on field.” he nods, “oh, that’s cool.” you nod awkwardly. “yeah.” he smiles subconsciously, excited to see you in a uniform. his smile disintegrates when topper confronts him. “what are you smiling for bro?” rafe stared at him, unamused. “nothing.” topper scoffs, “alright then.”

you steal looks between rafe and topper, still confused. you don’t ask any questions, you just continue eating your food. the bell rings, indicating that lunch is over. you gather up your trash, standing up. you notice rafes eyes lingering over your body. his eyes fixating between your thick thighs, and hips. you feel self conscious under his stare, so you quickly stand up and walk to the trash can. rafe follows after you, quick on his feet. he comes up to your side, much to your dismay.

“will i see you at the game tomorrow?” you turn your head to the side, “are you going to the game?” you return. he nods, “yeah.” you smile, “then you’ll probably see me.” he grins, “okay, cool.” he quickly turns around, leaving you by yourself. you were confused still, but hey, maybe having rafe as a friend would be good.

you got through the day quickly, heading immediately home. you work on homework, chores, and finally get ready for bed. before bed you prepare your uniform. you set it out, along with a jacket so you weren’t on full display at school. you wake up the next morning, putting on your uniform, along with a bow in your hair. you head to school, slightly nervous for your possible interaction with rafe.

when you arrive at school, you don’t see rafe. you only saw topper, who was eagerly heading in your direction. he smiled, standing still in front of you. “hey, good morning!” you smile, “hi tops.” the two of you talk for a bit, him walking you to class. “can i pick you up before the game?” topper asks. “sure, it has to be a little earlier than the fans. i have warm ups and stuff i have to do before the game.” he grins, “okay! just text me tonight when you want me to pick you up.” you put your hands in your jacket pocket. “okay, thanks topper!”

he walks away, and you walk into your first hour class. you go through your classes as usual, rafe not showing up. you couldn’t tell if you were disappointed or relieved, but either way it didn’t matter, you had a game you had to prepare for. you do your make up, and touch up your hair. you chug water, and began stretching. you text topper, saying he could pick you up now, if he still wanted to drive you. his response was quick and enthusiastic.

topper pulls up to your house, his music loud, and a large smile plastered on his face. “game day!!” you laugh along, repeating his words. “game day!” you open his door, hopping inside. “let’s go!” you playfully roll your eyes at his eagerness, “to the school!” topper smirks, stepping on the gas, and speeding out your driveway.

the two of you sing along to the songs on the radio, before it abruptly ends due to you two arriving at the school. he decides to stay in his car, planning on joining right when the official game starts. you skip down the field, joining your teammates. you stretch with them, before you practice the chants and dance numbers.

at six thirty, they start allowing people in. you immediately see topper hunched over the fence, him waving frantically at you. you wave back, jogging over to him. “you ready?” he asks, you bite your lip, “i guess.” he laughs at your nerves, excited for you. you glance over and see rafe. he hadn’t seen you yet. your breath gets caught in your throat, slightly scared and self conscious to see him.

topper gives you reassuring words, and out of the corner of your eye, you notice rafe had found you. rafe slowly makes his way towards topper, keeping his cool. rafe stares at you in your cheerleading uniform. his breath gets heavy, he stares, watching you talk to topper. jealously fills his chest, of course topper was here first. rafe quickly approached the two of you, eager to break the conversation up.

“hi rafe.” you smile softly, looking up at him. he smiles, “hey. good luck today.” you fiddle with your fingers, “thank you.” rafe stays silent. you hear the coaches whistle. “i got to go, i’ll talk to you when i can!” you quickly turn around, jogging back to the cheerleading circle.

rafe watches as you jog away, hes mesmerized by how well the uniform fit. he knew you would look good, but damn. he looks over at topper, who makes eye contact with him. “what’s up rafe?” topper stares at rafe, waiting for an explanation. “she is so hot.” topper scoffs, “bro, already whipped?” rafe rolls his eyes, but grins. “for her, yeah. i’d willingly be whipped.” the two boys sit on the bench, topper watching the game, and rafe watching you.

after sitting in silence, rafe speaks up. “do you think she likes me?” topper quickly glances at rafe, trying to see if he was joking or if he was serious. when topper saw he was serious, he genuinely contemplated it. “id say maybe, i mean she doesn’t shrivel up in disgust when you are around. that’s a pretty good sign.” rafe shook his head, “that’s true. that is a good sign.”

rafe admired you, you getting his full attention. on break you rush to the fence, excited to see rafe and topper. “hey!” you look up at them, “you are doing great!” topper reached down, highfiving you. “thanks!” you look over at rafe, something took you over because he actually looked hot. you bit you lip slightly, you were going to say something, but rafe beat you to it. “you look good.” rafe smirked slightly, causing heat to rise to your face. “thank you, rafe.”

you return to the group again, your heart racing. the idea of rafe made your breath heavy. you continue to chant, and preform. you occasionally looked up rafe, his eyes always focused on you. you had a low chance of being able to go to the fence again, so you focused entirely on perfecting the choreography. the crowd was cheering loudly, your hometown winning the game.

at the final quarter, your hometown won by one point. your team jumps up and down, ecstatic. you preform a final show, before you break apart. you chug water. you rush in line with the other cheerleaders, going in a straight line to high-five the football players. you smile brightly at them, telling them congrats for winning the game. most of them returned a smile, and thanked you.

after the bleachers started to empty, you decided to meet up with topper, and possibly rafe. you look around for topper but he was gone. you turn around, accidentally bumping into rafe. “oh i’m sorry.” he stares at you, “hey, by the way topper left, said he was going on a date with a girl from the cheer team.” you frown, “oh. he was my ride.” rafe smiles, “you can ride me- i mean ride with me.” you laugh lightly at his switch up, “okay. i’ll ride you.” your heart is racing, the after game adrenaline flowing through your veins, which was causing you to be bold. he smirks at you, “okay, i’d enjoy that.” you mimic his smirk, following him to his car.

he turns around, “are you sure?” you nod, “i’m sure, are you?” he is shocked by your question, “so fucking sure.”

part two will be steamy <3

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katsumox · 3 years

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southern bnha boys: rodeo<3

it's what it says in the title, sweets,, just bnha boys as rodeo boys. i miss watching rodeo invitationals and parties :(

note: a buckle bunny is a person who hangs around rodeo guys because they’re hot and they win a lot :)

warnings: cussing, one (1) mention of beer, general southern headassery.

including: katsuki, izuku, hitoshi, and eijirou<3

KATSUKI BAKUGOU— the south’s biggest rodeo brat.

hell of a bull rider. it’s his claim to fame, really. disrespectfully respectful?? he’s the type to roll his eyes at elders yet still say “yes ma’am” and “no sir” to them, but he slurs his words so it’s more like “yes’m”. he also says that when you’re super mad at him, that’s how you know he’s sorry. also opens doors for old ladies and limits his extensive cursing in front of them, except for the word “damn”,,, that’s a permanent word in his lexicon.

has a big ass drawl in his speech, and it’s really hot. all phrases like, “ that’s my girl,” or “there we are, good girl” also calls you “sweets” and other shit when you do something correctly with him. thinks hell will freeze over before he wears shirts in summer. the best your getting out of him is an open flannel rolled up to his forearms. he works on souping up trucks for the ranch occasionally,, is really mean about the fact that you eat honeysuckle off the ranch grounds because it’s “dirty”,,,bitch,,, it’s nectar?? tf??

hell of a handshake,, the kind that makes fathers smirk and go “that’s a good man” when he’s done. has a small amount of buckle bunnies,,, it’s not because he sucks at rodeo shit, he’s just mean as hell. thinks of you as his lucky charm. you gotta kiss him hard before he saddles up or else he literally will not compete. he’s literally dropped out of a competition because you didn’t kiss him. also likes ranch parties so he can put his hands on your hips as you show him to line dance. pulls you by your belt loop when he wants to go somewhere.

IZUKU MIDORIYA— stable boy at the local ranch during summers.

the sweetest boy you’d ever meet, but he’ll go to war for his mama. very much a mama’s boy; still calls her ma/mama and everything. beat the actual tar out of a cowhand when he heard him say something disrespectful about his mother. lake swimmer. do i need to explain? bc,,, ew. also has a huge habit of saying yes ma’am to ya when you ask for something. known for wearing a wifebeater and some wrangler jeans to work every day throughout the summer.

your mother thinks he'd make a good husband, and she's right. he's sweet, and considerate; he knows his way around a ranch and how to do chores at home. the perfect househusband material in all honesty. quite fond of sneaking sweets to you while he's supposed to be tending to the dogs, yet never seems to get caught. he suspects it's because hitoshi ain't a snitch. also says "i reckon" far to often for my liking, but oh well. that's country boy language.

handshake is kinda weak, tbh. he’s not confident in it, and you can tell, but he grows into it eventually. he’s a huge help around the ranch because he’s fast and the dogs listen to him very well. is a calf roper in rodeo events, one of the best, but wants to start bull or bronco riding. he’d have more buckle bunnies if he were more popular around the ranch, but he just kinda does his job and then hangs around you or the rodeo legacy kids (todoroki and denki)

HITOSHI SHINSOU— the buckle bunnies’ favorite.

like katsuki, a rodeo boy. he’s good at it too. has way more groupies because he’s a bit nicer than kat. known as the playboy around town, but is generally a sweet kid. has a habit of calling you “little girl” no matter if you’re older than him or not. he’s a bronco rider, one of the best around, and wears his winning belt buckles around all the time. not to gloat, it just he genuinely only has prize belt buckles jakskdld. pull him by it and he’ll lose his damn mind.

got you a promise ring with his prize money so that "it'll keep your finger ready for the real one". he's dead set on marrying you. he likes seeing you steal his belts because everyone knows it's his, and by proxy, you're his. makes fun of the way that you don't really care for farm animals, save for the dogs and a few horses. lets you take one out on his break, his large hand up on your lower hip, guiding you and the horse on a slow walk.

also fond of only flannels in the summer, and honestly year round. he’s not very fond is shirts in general. doesn’t like sweet tea, and also isn’t very fond of any jeans that aren’t cavender jeans. he swears up and down that they aren’t as good quality as levi’s or wranglers. takes you night driving on dirt roads and lets you put your feet on his dash. he doesn't do that for everyone.

EIJIROU KIRISHIMA— the south’s knight in shinin’ armor.

chucks your chin a lot, and lets you wear his hat. herding dogs listen to him more than izuku, but only by a little bit. and goes shirtless while working,, almost always, unless he’s fixing a truck with katsuki. then he’ll wear an oil stained white wifebeater. he’s a steer wrestler. it makes sense because he’s so tall and bulky, like a damned brick wall. mothers also consider him marriage material; he's good around the house, he's practical and very respectful.

he has a pretty drawl, like katsuki, when he talks. he isn’t much of a fighter but he will gladly kick ass if someone’s speaking on your name unkindly. nickname around town is "big red" for obvious reasons, and he makes sure to live up to the name. also very adamant on only wearing levi’s to work?? he’s very particular about his work clothes.

has a fixation on calling you his little lady. every time he wins he takes you out to a diner to celebrate, and once, he saved up money to buy you a bracelet with his prize money. also fond of ranch parties where he can drink apple cider and dance with you. he also got permission to drink one (1) coors light with the rest of boys when he's 19 and he takes advantage of that opportunity whenever he can, because parties aren’t often.

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•Porcelain Obsession•

Summary: Tamaki has a problem, a bad problem. He's obsessed, he's desperate, and he'll do whatever it takes to have you the way he wants you.

Pairing: Pro Hero Yandere Tamaki Amajiki x Reader (both 18+)

Warnings: Yandere, stalking, noncon voyeurism, mild manipulation and sabotage, mild coercive behavior, male masturbation, panty theft, male ejaculation, cum eating. It's just real graphic, strap in.

A/N: I am hopeless, this will have a second part that will be so much more sinful with gratuitous tentacle content. Just tagged those that interacted with the posted about this fic as usual. This little series was inspire by a tiktok I saw, and I'm literally writing it for the sake of putting one zinger of line in it lol.

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https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMJbubhQN/

Word Count: 4,184

Part Two: Love Me Tender

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Stunning, astounding, enchanting. You're an angel, you have to be. That's the only explanation for the way you shine, surrounded by some ethereal glow.

Tamaki Amajiki has a problem. No, it's not a problem, it's completely normal to fall in love, he's under a spell. He can't be blamed for it, he never stood a chance. Although, most people would call this a problem, but only people who don't understand.

An ignorant person would have seen him watching you from around the corner for weeks, following you to your house after work under the cover of darkness, and finally, finally getting a glance into your window at night and label him as obsessed or disturbed. He should have felt dirty for that, but he didn't, not even close. He felt almost holy.

He felt like some chosen follower that was allowed to witness a sacred ritual. He watched you all evening with immeasurable reverence. He took note of the way you ate, how intently you read, but his favorite part was watching you settle into your bed and fall asleep.

As soon as he saw it the first time, it became an addiction. Watching your body curl around your pillow, clutching the fabric as you snuggled into it. How sweet you looked, so soft, so innocent. It made his chest ache, it made him feel starved. He had to have you, smell you, feel you.

That was nearly three months ago. Now, he watches you every chance he gets. The days he doesn't get to, he feels like a pitiful addict going through withdrawal. He has to at least speak with you, know your voice, see your skin up close.

During his patrol around the city he comes to the conclusion that it has to be today. He feels like he's losing breath without knowing you, captured by your existence but suffocated by the distance. He will have you, he will do whatever it takes.

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At your age, you should at least have a friend or two, maybe go out on friday, possibly even work another job. None of that ever seems worth it, not worth the time or the money or the effort to pretend you enjoy it. Here you stay, stuck somewhere in between discontent for your situation and the refusal to do anything about it.

You only have a half hour left of your shift, everyone else has gone home and you’ve been left to do dishes and lock up, as usual. You huff and puff around the shop as you complete the final closing tasks. Anybody else could have stayed and closed, they probably should have too, considering how often you shut down by yourself so they can all go home.

Naturally, you jumped at the opportunity to stay late, where else are you going to go? Certainly not on a date or out with friends. You feel slightly better about making money while you burn the hours away, so you always end up here.

The sun has set already, leaving the illumination of the shop to the awful fluorescent lights that hang from the ceiling. It’s all so mundane, so simple, so dreadfully boring.

Then the bell above the door jingles.

You roll your eyes and throw your rag into the sink, the sign says closed. Why don’t people read? You huff out of the kitchen and into the serving area.

“Hey, sorry but we’re closed right now, we open again tomorrow-” You freeze, it can’t be him, it has to be some cosplayer, some wannabe.

“I’m sorry, I just- my phone died while I was on patrol and I needed to call my boss to let them know I was finished for the day. I was hoping there would be a phone in here that I could use.” His voice is so timid, so unsteady. It doesn’t sound anything like you would imagine the voice of a pro hero to sound.

You try to stay uninvolved with any hero business, all of the flashy quirks and the gossip and the drama. The theater of it bores you to tears, and you lack respect for anyone that uses their ability to save lives as a tool for gaining popularity. You find most heroes to be so incredibly irritating. Most of them, except one.

Suneater, the emerging pro hero that has been the focus of all of your thoughts lately. You've only seen glimpses of him in the news, seen his face on the back page of a magazine, or heard his name from other people. Any evidence of his existence rapidly became precious to you. You are not some hopeless fangirl, you do not collect merchandise or follow him around and beg for autographs.

You admire him, his subtlety, how genuinely different he is from all the other heroes. He isn’t some attention whore, he isn’t some pretty boy that’s always posing for fan service. His quirk is so unique and powerful, unparalleled by any hero on the charts right now. He’s a real hero, and so much of you wanted him to be your hero.

There he stands, right in front of you, in your shop, asking you for help. He’s far more beautiful than you could have possibly anticipated. He’s all porcelain skin and inky hair, deep indigo eyes pear out from under his magnificent hood. He stands so tall, yet comes across so reserved. He’s spectacular, he’s an angel, he has to be.

“Of- of course, it’s in the back, follow me.” You say, motioning for him to come around the corner with you as you tuck back into the kitchen.

“Thank you, this is very kind of you.” He says as he follows, cape swishing behind him as he moves. You don’t know, you can’t possibly know, how badly he wants to take you into his arms and finally know what your body feels like against his, how he wants to bury his face in your hair and inhale your scent. If he could get away with it, he would, oh how he would feel every inch of you. He can’t though, not yet. He has to be careful, he has to be smart.

I will have her, and she’ll have me.

“It’s no problem, it sucks to be stuck without a phone. I’m happy to help.” You say as you round the corner to your shop’s makeshift break room.

It’s not even a room really, just a corner tucked away with a phone on the wall and a few chairs around a cheap foldable table.

You turn to him and motion to the phone awkwardly, heat settling in your chest and all over your skin. Your heart races and you can feel your palms turning wet.

“Take as much time as you need, did you uh- are you hungry?” You ask, “I’m technically closed, but I can only imagine how hungry you are after a whole day patrolling, I could throw something together for you?”

God, you’re so sweet.

“Oh no, you d-don’t need to do that, I can eat at home.” He insists, your mind fixates on the way he stutters, the way his eyes dart down and his feet shift as he talks.

“I would like to. Please? If you’ll let me?” You say softly, heart pounding even faster when he shifts towards you slightly.

How perfect you are, already asking for permission…

“Are you sure, I really don’t want to create more work for you.” He says, eyes flicking up to meet yours. His gaze makes it hard to swallow, he looks at you so intently, you almost feel like you don’t have enough clothing on.

“No! I promise you won’t be. You’d also be missing out on the best takoyaki around if you didn’t let me, and that would be a tragedy.” You say, trying to entice him with your bold claim.

“Well I g-guess, if you put it that way.” He offers you a trace of a smile.

“I’ll get started while you make your call.” You say as you move to squeeze past him in the narrow hall. As you slide by, there’s a brief, precious moment where you stand inches from each other. You don’t dare look up at him as you skate by, You know your legs will fail you if you meet his eyes while standing so close, and you can’t risk the embarrassment of dropping to your knees in front of a stranger, even if he is a hero,

He doesn’t say a word, simple stalks towards the phone as you glide down the rest of the hallway and into the kitchen.

You slip into autopilot in the kitchen, your brain is far too fixated on the fact that Suneater is down the hall, in your shop, using your phone. You clink around some pans, prepare the octopus meat and the batter and get to work. You can’t overhear him talking to anyone with all the noise you’re making, you almost want to apologize for being so noisy.

Your mind settles on thinking about how beautiful he is, how strong he looks, how easily he could overpower anyone… especially you. The thought makes you squeeze your thighs together, it shouldn’t, but holy hell it does.

Out of the corner of your eye you see him come into the kitchen, you immediately start to berate yourself for thinking that way about him. He’s a hero, he would never be interested in something like that with someone like you.

“I think the phone is down, do you maybe have a- a cell phone i could use?” He seems almost ashamed of the question, it makes your chest ache.

“Shit, that line is always being funny. I’m sorry, but I left my cell this morning.” You say, flipping the takoyaki around in their tray so they’ll cook evenly.

“I live just across the street though, I can run and grab it while you eat.” You say, desperate to help him in any way you can.

I know you’re just across the street.

He just shakes his head and bunches his cape in his fists, a very faint blush spreads across his cheeks and it makes your heart do summersaults.

“I couldn’t ask you to do that, you’re already doing t-too much for me. You don’t need to make the extra t-trip, I can just call my boss when I’m home”

“Really, it’s not too much, if you’re worried about the extra trip you can just walk me home and use it when we get there. I imagine you would need to call as quickly as possible and get somebody on patrol now that you’re off.” You say, catching yourself a little when you sound too desperate.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable?” As he talks, he shuffles so he can press himself up into the corner of the kitchen, almost looking like he wants to melt into the wall.

“Well, considering your occupation is literally saving people, I definitely don’t feel uncomfortable, it’s not like you’re some crazy kidnapper.” You chuckle a little as you plate up the takoyaki. You try not to give attention to the twisted thoughts that enter your mind when you mention the kidnapping, pushing down the desire to be taken away from the colorless life you live.

If you only knew how badly I want to take you, to have you, keep you…

“I guess you have a p-point.” He says, taking the plate with a soft thank you. He starts stuffing his face with the spheres of breaded octopus immediately, letting a small content sigh leave his body.

“This is incredible, thank you, um, can I ask what your n-name is?” That damn stutter is going to turn your bones to jelly.

You say your name quietly, he responds by repeating it back to you, like he’s checking the pronunciation. You just nod as you open the fridge and pull out a gallon of green tea so you can pour him a glass.

“T-Tamaki, my name’s Tamaki Amajiki.” He says with his shy voice.

A warm, invasive feeling spreads through you. You have to remain calm, pretend that his real name is news to you, pretend that you haven’t spent hours searching through fanfictions listed under that name.

You chat as he finishes his food, thanking him as he mumbles compliments about you cooking in between bites. It doesn’t take long for him to take down the plate. He thanks you over and over as you clean the rest up. He stays glued to his spot in the corner until you take your apron off and hang it on the rack with the others.

“Alright, let’s get you to that phone.” You say as you grab your keys off the hook and switch the lights off.

When you turn to look at him the breath is stolen from your lungs immediately. He looks so celestial in the dark, somehow glowing in the dark. He’s stunning, he’s perfect, he’s painfully out of your league. You remind yourself of that last fact in order to still your nerves.

You turn on your heels and walk towards the door as quickly as you can without seeming rushed. He follows silently, the heavy sound of his thick cloak floating around him makes the hair on your neck stand up. He even sounds powerful.

After you exit the building, he stands with his back to you as you lock the door. His stance is protective, surveying the streets around you like a real hero. You can’t let it go to your head, it’s not for you specifically, he would do this for anyone, it’s his job.

The walk to your house isn’t really uncomfortable, but it is tense. The energy between you is painfully obvious, just not to each other. You both want to speak, ask about each other, know each other, but neither has the guts to make the first move.

While you walk, Tamaki’s head is constantly on a swivel, and he stays so very close to you. It makes your chest ache, the feeling of being so safe next to such an intimidating man. Nobody would dare approach you with him next to you. You would damn near kill to have this all the time, if not all the time at least as often as possible.

You arrive at your house after not even two minutes of tension filled strolling. Silently, cautiously, you both enter your home after you unlock the door.

"It's so cozy." Tamaki says immediately upon seeing all of the soft lights and pastels that make up your decor. He’s nearly trembling with excitement from finally being able to see inside your little world. After watching from the outside for so long, he can finally learn more about you.

"Oh, thanks, I try to keep it soft looking in here. It helps me decompress after a day at a busy restaurant." You explain, setting your keys in their dish before leading him down the hallway to the kitchen.

The house is nothing special, a simple little single bedroom, one story with a relatively open floor plan. It’s small but easy to afford and keep clean. It works for you.

“I’ll go grab the phone from my room, feel free to sit down.” You say, gesturing at the two chairs on either side of your tiny breakfast nook.

He just nods quietly, taking small glances around the rest of your house. You find his hypervigilance charming. It makes you feel incredibly secure to know he’s so aware of his surroundings.

You walk off to your bedroom then, leaving him to stand in your dimly lit kitchen.

Instantly, his eyes zero in on the laundry basket full of clothes that’s sitting on your counter. His body moves without his mind’s permission, his heart thrums in his chest once he catches something pink and lacy.

He can’t help but think you’ve done it on purpose, like you’re some spider sitting up in your web waiting for a poor little bug to stumble along and get all caught up. He’s more than willing to be that bug, and so desperate to get caught up.

He grabs the fabric quickly, as it unravels in his hands he sees what it is and his breathing stops.

It’s a pair of underwear, your underwear.

His fingers go all twitchy as he shoves his hood off to expose his pointed ears, wanting to be able to hear your footsteps.

He brings the panties and takes a deep breath in.

They’re not clean.

He has to choke back the noise that threatens to escape when he finally smells the intoxicating aroma. You smell so fucking sweet. His body reacts instantaneously, goosebumps raise on his flesh as he’s dick twitches in his pants.

God he feels dirty, but why should he? You lead him in here, after cooking for him and being so kind. You left this little gift out for him, you had to know what you were doing.

The sound of soft footsteps jolts him back to reality. He shoves the underwear deep into one of his pockets, he’ll keep them as long as he can, preferably forever.

“Sorry it took me a minute, I’m constantly misplacing everything. One of those ‘lose my head if it wasn’t attached to me’ kind of people.” You give a half hearted laugh, which he returns with a cute little chuckle as he takes your phone.

“Oh sorry about the laundry, I’m a bit of a mess today.” Hot embarrassment fills you as you grab the basket of dirty clothes off the counter and hoist it onto your hip.

“Don’t be sorry, you weren’t expecting any visitors.” He assures you, voice soft and soothing.

“I’ll run this to my room and give you some privacy.” You say, turning once again to leave him alone.

As soon as you’re out of the room his shoulders drop and he lets out a quaking breath. Having you so close after filling his mind with your smell pushed him to the very limit. He wants to grab you and lay you out on the counter, rip your pants off and shove his face between your thighs. He wants to drown in every smell and taste you can offer him. He wants to gorge himself on your sweet little cunt.

He can’t think straight. He’s fully hard, his skin is boiling and his mind is fuzzy. He has to get out of here, he has to get to somewhere hidden, Somewhere he can fuck his fist and think of playing with your soft body. Maybe, just maybe, if he stuffs your panties in his mouth he can taste a trace of you.

When you return he says a very quick goodbye, says something about stopping by your shop again so he can see you again. He doesn’t know for sure what words he uses, he’s too focused on getting out before you notice his erection, before you smell the shame wafting off of him in thick waves.

He has to go before he makes a mistake, before he ruins all of his plans.

You follow him to the door to let him out, bidding him goodnight with your gentle, enchanting voice.

You’ll never know that the phone at the restaurant worked fine, that he never even had to call Fatgum. You’ll never know that he stole from you, that he almost lost it and took you home with him. You won’t ever know that he’s not going home now that he’s left your home.

Urgently, he swoops around the corner of your house, heading straight for your bedroom window. His pants feel so tight it’s maddening, he’s frantic, he’s slipping.

As soon as he reaches the bedroom window, his favorite window, he slumps against the building with one arm as the other shoots down to his pants. He takes a quick glance around, noting that the lights in the surrounding buildings are all out given the hour.

He should be safe.

Then you walk into your room, the image of you is distorted slightly by the white sheers you have up, but only slightly, only enough to make you look like some fuzzy apparition.

She uses these curtains on purpose, she wants me to see.

You have no interest in showering tonight, now exhausted and confused. Did you say something wrong? Why did he take off like that? He did say he would see you tomorrow, though, which gives you a bubbly feeling.

You strip your clothes off, and it shreds Tamaki’s last ounce of self control.

You little fucking tease.

You undress until you’re left in your simple white underwear.

Tamaki’s hand is in his pants the second you crawl into bed. He grabs his aching length, thumbing at his head as he watches you shuffle around in the blankets. His mouth waters when he sees your collar bones, his breath hitches when he sees the way your stomach rolls when you sit. He starts to stroke himself slowly when you leave one leg out of your blankets.

His chest rises and falls rapidly as he remembers the precious gift in his pocket.

He snatches the panties out as he watches you move, as he zeroes in on the meat of your thigh. He shoves the fabric of the crotch into his mouth and bites. He bites your panties like he wants to bite your delicious looking legs.

His hand jerks more rapidly as the faintest flavor spreads across his tongue. His cheeks are pink and his eyes start to tear up as he trembles from the euphoria of knowing you this intimately. His hips thrust into his fist as he claws at the panites, pulling the fabric tight as he watches you drift off to sleep.

His mind races through every possible way he would take you. How he would ruin and claim every inch of you. The idea of you shaking beneath him, moaning his name so sweetly, begging him to keep going, maybe begging him to stop, it makes him want to break down the window.

He tongues at your panties, wishing he could swallow your slick. He feels so unbelievably envious of the fact that the fabric in his mouth has been so close to your perfect little hole. The thing he wants to taste the most, feel the most, fuck the most.

His hand tightens around his dick as he tries to imagine how tight you would feel around him. He rips your panties out for just a brief second so he can spit down into his palm, wrapping it around his cock the second the spit reaches his skin.

“Shit- fuck- shit- fucking love you.” He chokes out as his eyes stay locked on your body.

Once the panties are back in his mouth, the free hand flattens against the window.

Then you shift, hips rolling gently as you adjust your position, exposing your cute little ass to him.

“Slut- bad little slut.” He huffs out as he claws at the window. He feels his balls start to seize up as he focuses on his swollen head, fucking it as fast as he can whle he imagines you with your head buried in the pillows as you stick your ass in the air for him.

He tears the panties out of his mouth and holds the crotch of them in front of his dick, drool slips over his bottom lip as he lets out a high, broken moan while he starts to spill into them.

His body quakes and shivers as he squirts rope after rope of hot cum into his stolen prize. Tears wet his cheeks while drool soaks his chin as he strokes himself through his climax.

He chants your name over and over again, watching the way his seed ruins your pretty little panties. In his orgasmic haze, he brings the panties back to his mouth full of his own release, he laps it up as he eyes roll to the back of his head, pretending he’s made you cream yourself, pretending he’s tasting you instead.

It’s filthy, it’s depraved, but he doesn’t care, he needs it, he’d die without it. He swallows the rest of his own cum down with a greedy whine as he watches your perfect form lay there so peacefully.

He doesn’t know how long he stands there, how many more times he fucks his hand while he watches you sleep, only to leave himself covered in sweat and cum and shame. Somehow, he finds himself walking away, as much as it hurts, he knows he can't indulge himself all night.

Once he’s finally home, he collapses, body buzzing and addicted. He sleeps with your soiled panties clutched in his fist. He wakes up with one thought on his mind, he needs more.

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