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buckysgrace · 4 months

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first of all i wanted to say ur fics r absolutely amazing!!🥹🥹❤️second i wanted to request a one shot with shy virgin reader and experienced gator & so one day gator comes over to babysit reader & her little siblings bcuz their parents r good friends and gator finds out abt reader and becomes obsessed with corrupting her innocence w smut ,, tysm❤️❤️btw gator is older than her by a few yrs but she’s def older than 18,,,she’s 19 abt to turn 20

First of all thank you so much! I really appreciate that! And your request was so juicy ughhh in love. I hope you enjoy!! CW: Age gap (reader is 19, gator is 27), inexperienced reader, fem receiving oral sex, virginity loss, unprotective sex

“Why the hell do you need a babysitter?” Gator questioned, following you into the kitchen as you began to ruffle through the fridge for snacks for the boys. You knew that your four younger brothers would just protest and complain about the vegetables, but you were only doing what you were told. Your mother had been insistent that they eat something healthy before you ordered pizza.

“I don’t,” You responded shyly, feeling like your body was buzzing from warmth, “The boys are just- they don’t listen to me very well.” You admitted truthfully. You usually hated when your parents went out. Majority of the time the house would be in a disaster when they returned and you were usually a frazzled puddle of nerves from not being able to keep up with the energy of all of them.

You didn’t know how they managed to do it, but they’d somehow convinced the Tillman’s eldest and only son to stay and help you until they returned. You were almost certain that this was worse than watching them alone. You’d suddenly lost your voice, your ability to think as soon as he’d entered the house.

Your parents were friends, close enough that you had at least one dinner with them a month but distant enough that you had no idea how to speak to Gator. It didn’t help that he was older, cooler with a charm that left you flustered like you were ten again. Most of your middle school years had persisted of secretly crushing on him.

You faltered as you began to spread peanut butter on the celery sticks, hoping that your mother hadn’t brought that up. You glanced up at him quickly, but quickly calmed your nervous heart as you noticed an almost bored expression on his features.

“Huh,” Gator leaned against the counter as he watched you, his fingertips linking together, “S’funny because I was told I needed to remind you about shutting off the stove, or something like that.” You felt your eyes widen, your lips parting as you quickly thought of a way to defend your previous mistake.

“That happened once.” You spit out instead, shaking your head as you stacked the celery sticks on a plate. You felt flustered as you thought of the memory. It had been one accident after the other with the boys, leaving the cookies that had been in the oven long forgotten.

“Are you not in college?” He asked curiously, setting himself on one of the stools as he glanced at the way your brothers had dumped out another box of toys. You did your best not to grumble in frustration, knowing that you would more than likely end up cleaning that mess too.

“I am,” You replied gently, “I go to the community college. It’s not too far. I like helping out my parents so it works.” You explained gently, knowing that there wouldn’t have been a way for you to afford anything fancy or out of state anyways. He nodded, looking a little interested as he brought a piece of celery up to his mouth.

“That’s sweet of you,” He replied as he continued to munch on a celery stick, “You’ve grown up a lot.” He mused, his eyes suddenly a whole lot more intense as you turned away shyly. You felt your lips curling into a gentle smile, trying to find the means to question him before your younger brothers were suddenly bustling into the kitchen.

“But I like green!” One of your youngest brothers whined, pouting out his bottom lip as he stared up at you in heartbreak. You sighed as he clutched at your skirt, yanking on it to keep your attention on him.

“Well switch with whomever has the green cup.” You tried to reason, giving him a brief smile as the volume in the kitchen continued to grow louder and louder. By the time you were finished speaking, you weren’t even sure that he heard you. You watched the way they roughly grabbed the snacks, sighing as peanut butter spread across their little fingers.

“But I want green.” Your other brother protested, clutching the cup to his chest like it was something special. You sighed, wishing your parents would invest on buying the same colored cups as you began to pass out napkins to your messy brothers.

“Hey,” Gator spoke up, drawing the four younger boys attention to him, “The same thing is in the cup, it doesn’t matter what color it is. You should tell your sister thanks.” He reminded them, raising his eyebrows swiftly as he spoke. You bit back a giggle, grinning at the way your little brothers turned towards you wide eyed.

“Thanks!” They shouted in unison before they were off again. You shot Gator a thankful smile, finally finding your own courage to meet his eyes. You liked the shape of them, how warm and soft they looked as he breezily returned a smile.

The pizza didn’t take much longer to arrive and the rush of tiny feet towards you nearly made you drop the boxes onto the floor. Gator was there a second later, grinning as he took them from your hands and held them high over his head where your brothers couldn’t reach.

You watched the way he set up their plates, his eyes darting as he tried to keep up with who was talking as they told him exactly what they liked and didn’t like. You stifled your own giggle, hoping that someone else realized what a handful they were.

“You can sit here.” He said casually, his lips curling into a playful grin as he watched the way you were searching for a spot to join them in the living room. You were about to protest, not wanting him to sit on the floor until you realized that he was talking about his lap.

You exhaled, your breath feeling cold against your tongue despite your body warming at his suggestion. You glanced away quickly, stifling another nervous giggle as you nodded your head in agreement. It was silly. He was just being nice, letting you sit somewhere rather than the floor that was littered with legos.

“Your birthday is soon, right?” He questioned softly, his breath hot against your exposed neck. You nodded your head shyly, suddenly feeling too awkward to eat as you gaze down at your lap instead of at him.

“I’ll be twenty,” You responded as you pressed your fingertips together, glancing at the way the pink polish was beginning to chip, “I’m excited.” You told him truthfully, liking that you at least got one day out of the year where it could be about you.

“Your boyfriend doing anything special for you?” His question caught you off guard, making your head snap up to meet his inquiring gaze. You stalled, eyes tracing across his moles and the soft hair above his top lip. You looked at his lips next, liking how pink they were.

“No,” You giggled softly, unable to fight the nerves that were bubbling in your stomach, “I don’t have a boyfriend.” You told him bashfully, hoping that he didn’t think of you as a complete loser. You just had a hard time talking to guys your age. Or any guy really.

“A pretty girl like you doesn’t have a boyfriend?” He teased as his fingers slid across your exposed knee, “How come?” You glanced over to your left, ensuring that your brothers were too busy playing to focus on where Gator’s hand was resting.

“I don’t know,” You shrugged your shoulders softly, breath hitching as his calloused hand moved further up your bare skin, “I guess no one has been interested in me.” You continued to speak, feeling like you were in some sort of trance. It was hard to look away from his eyes.

“You’ve never been with anyone?” He spoke a little lower, his voice slightly husky as your eyes dropped back down to his lips. You felt infatuated, unable to tear your gaze away as you watched the way his words rolled off of his tongue.

“No,” You replied shyly, not sure how to handle the way his fingers were pressing into your skin, “I’m pretty boring.” You admitted a second later, but wondered if you should’ve switched that out with sheltered instead.

“It’s sweet,” He responded as he drew his finger underneath the hem of your skirt, “It means you’re pure.” He mumbled softly, his eyes peeled to your face to gaze at your reaction. You parted your lips, your body feeling nearly too warm as you simmered on his comment. You shifted on his lap, hoping he couldn’t feel the way you were trying to press your thighs together.

“Oh,” You said as you looked away timidly, “I guess that’s right.” You replied gently, wondering if that made you more appealing to him. You tried to remind yourself that you were grown, that you definitely no longer had a crush on him. It was hard to follow through with those thoughts. You wondered if he knew how pretty he was.

He kept you on his lap the rest of the night, talking softly about his work and who he thought would make it into the superbowl this year. You didn’t know much about sports, but you clung to every word as his hand warmed your skin. It was nearly too hot, like the sketch of his palm would burn through your flesh.

“It’s bedtime,” You reminded the boys once you finally found the courage to pull yourself away from Gator. You shuffled the leftover pizza into ziploc baggies, sure that at least one of them would get up in the middle of the night to snack on it, “Go brush your teeth.” You reminded them a second later, giving your best stern look to tell them that you meant business.

The room erupted into a series of groans and complaints, but they slowly rose to do what you asked. They threw away their trash, tossed their cups into the sink before they began to race each other to see who could make it to the top of the stairs first.

“Hey,” Gator’s loud voice rang into the air, pausing the movements of your younger brothers, “Are you forgetting something?” He asked as he tapped some of his fingers against the back of the couch. You felt like you were stuck again, staring at the way his long fingers moved.

“We’ll get it later-,” One of them spoke up, trying to brush away the mess that you would inevitably end up cleaning later.

“No,” Gator replied again, “You can clean it up first and then you can go get ready for bed.” He stated, sterner than you would’ve ever been able to handle. You watched, almost in amazement at the way they listened to him without complaint.

You gave them fifteen minutes before you went into their rooms, ensuring that each boy was tucked in and actually trying to sleep. You liked having Gator’s presence lingering behind you as it seemed to actually make the boys listen to you.

“Um,” You breathed out softly as you met him in the hallway again. The lights were dim, but you were still able to make out the slight curl of his lips as he tilted his head to watch you, “Do you want to see my room?” You asked him softly, not quite wanting him to leave yet. You weren’t sure when you’d see him again, or if you’d be able to.

He looked at you curiously, an expression filling his eyes that you didn’t quite understand. It made you falter for just a second, before you were spurred on by the nod of his head. You moved first, slowly walking around him to the end of the hallway.

“Cute,” He complimented as he looked around your room, “I like it.” He replied with a grin plastered on his lips. You shut the door gently behind him, not wanting your light to shine into one of your brother’s rooms and keep them up.

“It’s not too girly?” You asked him softly, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed by the posters you had decorating your walls. Still, it was the only place that you could be on your own.

“Very,” He said a second later, grinning as he turned his head to look at you, “But it’s very you.” He replied as he licked his bottom lip. You glanced down to your socks, feeling a little giggly that he thought he knew anything about you.

“Oh,” You replied gently, biting back a smile as you held your fingers together, “Thank you. I really appreciate your help today.” You told him truthfully as you finally found the courage to look at him again. He looked so handsome, you weren’t sure how you were able to look away in the first place.

“So if you don’t have a boyfriend,” Gator drew out slowly, suddenly making you feel small as he approached you, “Who are you wearing that for?” He hummed softly as he pressed his fingers against your elbows, stepping back just far enough that he could draw his eyes up and down the curve of your body.

“What do you mean?” You whispered shyly, suddenly embarrassed at the outfit you were wearing. You didn’t think it was bad. It was a pale camisole and a skirt that ended against your thighs. It kept you cool from the warm heat that your brothers stirred up in the house.

“Kinda short, don’t you think?” He asked you softly, his eyes flickering up towards yours again. You pursed your lips together, jolting a bit at the sensation of his fingertips touching against your soft sides. He drew them down softly, like he was tracing the shape of your body.

“I thought it fit nicely.” You defended yourself lightly, wondering if he could feel the rough way your heart was beating underneath his skin. You leaned a little closer to him, enjoying how one hand dipped further against the hem of your skirt again.

“It does,” He agreed as his hand fully slid underneath your skirt this time, “But it makes me wonder if you dressed up for a reason.” He mumbled, making your eyes widen as he played with the band of your panties.

“No.” You responded softly, feeling like your chest was collapsing in on yourself. He looked upon you, eyes flashing with the same expression as earlier as he slid his fingertip underneath your panties. You could feel your clit throbbing, growing wet from the sensation and excitement. You’d explored on your own before, but nothing ever felt right.

His eyes stayed glued to your features, like he was waiting for you to stop him as he slowly used his free hand to unzip the side of your skirt. You held your breath, feeling frozen on the spot as the material fell to your feet. He looked just as inquisitive before, like he was memorizing the shape of you.

He moved both of his hands to your camisole next, tugging it over your head before he moved onto your bra. You felt like you were in a dream. All of your late night fantasies were coming true. You almost felt like you needed to pinch yourself, just to be sure.

You moved your hands over to your chest, feeling very bashful suddenly. You’d never had anyone see yourself in this manner before, so exposed. You gulped down your own embarrassment, turning your eyes away so you couldn’t see him.

“Don’t be shy,” He grinned as he pressed your hands back down to your sides, “You’re stunning.” He mumbled as he pressed his rough hands against your hips. He squeezed your flesh softly, keeping eye contact with you as he slowly fell to his knees.

You felt faint. You were sure you were going to pass out. His eyes were hazy and warm, now filled with what you thought might be lust. It made your thighs press together, your thoughts stalling as all you could do was focus on his movements instead.

“What are you doing?” You asked him nervously as you pulled your fingers into a nervous fist. Gator’s warm breath tickled against the small amount of skin that was covered.

“Wanna taste ya,” He mumbled as he slid his warm fingers against your thighs, “It’ll feel good. I promise.” He told you truthfully, raspily as he squeezed at your thighs. He pushed you back suddenly, knocking you onto your mattress with a squeal.

He moved just as quick, crawling onto the bed and knocking some of your stuffed animals off in the process. Your lips were pressed into a silent laugh, heart hammering against your ribs as he slowly pulled each of your white socks off of your feet. His lips dragged against your right ankle, peppering soft kisses against your skin before he let both of your legs drop onto the mattress.

You quickly tried to press your thighs back together, feeling fully exposed now. He stopped your movements just as quickly, fully exposing you as he rested against the mattress on his stomach. You couldn’t focus on how silly he looked resting against your fuzzy blankets in his dark clothing, your mind only taking in the dark look in his eyes.

He turned away from you slowly, nuzzling his cool nose against your warm thigh before he pressed his pink lips against your upper thighs. You exhaled harshly, a tingle spreading up your body as your nipples suddenly grew hard.

Your body jolted at the feeling of his lips pressing against your sensitive clit. A warm, fuzzy feeling spread through your body as your head rolled back onto the pillows. You gasped, eyes fluttering as he slowly peppered his lips across your wet folds and clit.

You crooned, holding your hands above your head as Gator took a slow lick of your pussy. He gripped a hold of your thighs, keeping them forced apart as he lapped his tongue against your clit. He rolled his tongue against you languidly, creating more waves of pleasure through your body.

“So sweet,” He groaned against your cunt, his lips dragging against your folds as he spoke. You whimpered, your fingers twitching together at the need to press them through his slicked back hair, “You’ve got a tasty little cunt.” He praised, pulling away this time to look at you. Your eyes turned down in slow motion, looking at the line of drool that connected his lips to your pussy.

“Okay,” You moaned softly, unsure of how you were supposed to respond to that. He laughed slowly, flicking his tongue across his wet lips before he dipped down between your legs again, “Oh.” You whined slowly, back arching as his lips fell to your wet cunt again.

He kissed at your pussy, lapped at your folds and clit in a sloppy manner that left jolts of pleasure racing up and down your body. You wrinkled your fingers through your pillow case, holding onto it like a lifeline as he moved his tongue against your throbbing hole.

He licked languidly at your hole, tracing his tongue across it before he slid his tongue inside of you. Your mouth parted, a loud moan escaping at the sudden intrusion. It felt good, too good. It made your stomach clench and your toes curl as a bright light filled your eyelids.

“Gator,” You whined, unsure of what you were going to say as he continued to flick his tongue inside of your fluttering hole. He moved one hand away, moving between your legs as he dragged his way back up to your sensitive bud, “S’nice. Right there.” You spit out, grinding your hips up as his tongue flicked languidly against your clit again.

He slid a finger inside of you slowly, meeting the same movement as your hips. You cried out at the intrusion, your walls burning at the slow sensation of him curling his finger inside of you. You could feel your thighs beginning to tremble as you licked the drool from the corner of your lips.

He moved his finger inside of you slowly, allowing you to adjust while he moved his lips messily against your folds. His nose pressed against your clit, smearing your slick around as he sucked on your soft folds.

“Oh, oh,” You mewled in awe, toes curling as a strong sense of pleasure pressed heavily onto your stomach. You slowly felt the walls breaking down, leaving you squirming as Gator held you down tightly with his free hand, “God, oh God!” You cried out, fists clenched tightly into your pillows as you came roughly.

Gator groaned, his tongue flicked across your pussy rapidly as he tried to lick away the remnants of your cum. You whined, body vibrating from how sensitive you felt. He pulled away slowly, eyes dark and lips covered with your slick before he slowly crawled up the curve of your body.

He traced his thumb across your lips first, like he was memorizing the shape and curve of them before he moved his slick covered lips against your own. He kissed you slowly, gently as your heart continued to beat against your chest.

He tasted as sweet as the flavored vapes he smoked. You moved your mouth cautiously, trying not to focus on if you were kissing him correctly and instead on the throbbing that was growing between your legs again. Your thighs were still wet, matching the slippery feeling of his lips on yours.

His tongue slowly prodded against your mouth, parting your lips as he brought one hand up to your boob. He cupped your flesh softly, squeezing in his hand before he pinched at your nipple. You moaned at the sensation, feeling an unbearable amount of pleasure race to your clit again.

He twisted you onto your side, taking the opportunity to move you as he pleased as your mind was fuzzy with pleasure. He pushed one of your knees up towards your chest as he straddled himself over your other leg that was stretched out.

“Gator,” You breathed out softly, your chest rising and falling in quick spurts as he dragged his hands along your skin, “S’lot.” You admitted slowly, but didn’t want him to stop either. You watched with interest as he quickly shedded his clothes, barely giving you time to look at him.

You drank in as much as you could, from his broad shoulders to his muscular arms. You stared at his chest hair, noticing how it followed a simple line down to the rest of his body.

“It’s okay,” He mumbled softly, leaning forward to drag his lips against yours slowly. You melted against his touch, your body shivering underneath his touch, “I’ll go slow.” He promised, settling back just a bit as he wrapped his long fingers around his cock.

You sat up a bit, eyes curious as you looked at the way he fit in his hand. A shaky gasp rolled off his tongue as you took in how long, how thick he was. You’d never had something that big inside of you before.

You felt odd speaking it out loud, but you thought his cock was pretty. His tip was a nice pink, precum leaking from his slit as he slowly jerked his hand up and down the length of his cock. Your eyes quickly drifted over his veins, the way his cock curved and the soft amount of hair it rested upon.

“Just relax,” He mumbled, glancing up to you as he dragged his tip between your folds. You nodded your head, your mind feeling fuzzy as you fell back onto the pillows. You took a deep breath, soothing away your nerves as he slowly pressed his tip inside of your fluttering cunt, “S’alright.”

Your eyebrows knitted together at the intrusion, your lungs stalling as you’d never felt so filled before. It wasn’t quite as painful as you imagined it would be. Your walls fluttered around his cock, stretching in a subtle burn as he filled you.

“Oh,” You sighed softly, unsure if it was a gasp of pain or of pleasure, “Burns.” You managed at last, feeling like your lungs weren’t working. A soft groan left his lips as he leaned forward, his forehead fell onto yours as he reached between your legs.

“You’re doing so good,” He praised you softly, his lips kissing against the corner of your mouth as his thumb pressed against your sensitive bud. He rolled his thumb softly, pressing down on it gently as a spark of pleasure traveled up your spine, “You’re taking my cock so good, such a good little whore.”

You shivered underneath his touch, from his words as white hot pleasure traveled up your spine and down to your toes. His body felt too hot against your skin, his breathing coming out rugged against your cheek. You tilted your mouth up towards his, capturing your lips together in a sloppy motion.

He rubbed at your sensitive clit, making your body jerk as he filled his cock deep inside of you. You gasped against his lips, his tongue flicking over your mouth as your walls clenched around him. He groaned softly as he pressed down on your clit a little harder, making you cry out and your body jerk.

“Fuck,” He cursed as he pulled his head away from yours, his mouth parted in bliss as he stared at where your bodies were connected. You whimpered a little, your eyes fluttering at the way his cock was throbbing inside of your sore walls, “So pretty. You’re doing so good.” He reassured you again as he pressed his lips against the curve of your cheek.

You focused on the way his lips moved against your hot skin, how he peppered kisses and slowly licked his saliva away with his tongue. You pressed your hand against his sweaty back, keeping him in place as you adjusted around his thick girth.

“Feels good,” You whimpered, your hands mindlessly wandering down his spine on their own as you savored the curve of his cock pressing against the spot that made your eyes roll in the back of your head, “Oh God.” Gator groaned, his fingertips digging deep into your flesh as he pushed your leg further against your chest.

“Jesus,” He groaned as his tongue fell against his bottom lip, his eyes hooded as he stared down at where his cock was disappearing inside of your wet cunt, “You’re such a good little whore, taking my cock so well.” He grunted, shifting back just enough that only the head of his cock remained in you. You whimpered, sure that he was going to pull away before he filled you in a rough motion again.

You crooned at the feeling of being filled again so suddenly, your walls sore as you clamped down around his throbbing cock. Your clit was vibrating as loud moans rolled off of your tongue, bouncing off of the walls of your room.

“Right there,” You begged him, your eyes fluttering in awe as you felt the tip of his cock pressing against your bundle of nerves. It made you gasp, your body stalling underneath him as he continued to drag his cock in and out of your wet walls, “Oh God, please, please.” You begged him, unsure of what you were asking but knowing that you didn’t want him to stop.

“Are you my whore?” He asked huskily against your ear, flicking his tongue out against your earlobe. You whined at the sensation, your body shivering underneath him as he pressed his sweaty body closer against yours. His flesh melted against your own, the sound of your bodies meeting filling the room.

“Yes,” You cried out, not caring if you were signing your life away. You just didn’t want him to stop, didn’t want him to pull out of you. You liked the feeling of your bodies connected, of his cock throbbing inside of your wet walls, “I’m your whore.” A whine stalled in your chest, stalling as Gator crashed his lips against yours again. His thrusts were deep and rough, jerking your body roughly across the mattress as he moved.

He kissed you harshly, stealing the air from your lungs as he continued to drag his cock in and out of your fluttering walls. You clamped down around him, your pussy squelching at his rough movements. You cried out against his mouth, quickly licking away his drool from his parted mouth.

Your body shook, stomach clenching again as you came around his cock. You mewled, your head falling roughly into your pillows as you clung a hold of his wrist for dear life. You could feel yourself spasming, your ears ringing as you moaned into your pillow.

He groaned, his chin falling into the crook of your shoulder as his thrusts became rougher and faster. He huffed, his movements stalling as he pressed himself deep inside of you. The sound that left his mouth made your stomach curl again, your pussy clench as his spunk painted your walls.

He fell forward, groaning as his hair slowly fell to the side of his face. You breathed in the scent of him, eyes blinking as you wished to get a better look at him. You whimpered as he slowly moved, shifting his pulsing cock inside of you as he pressed his lips against yours in a sweet peck.

You melted, sure that you were slipping into the mattress as he grazed his lips against your own for just a fleeting second. He pulled away then, smiling gently as he brushed his thumb across your cheek. You faltered, wishing you had something to say before he sat up on his knees and slowly pulled his cock from your cunt.

You whimpered at the loss, wishing that he’d stay inside of you the rest of the night. Your heart began to beat slowly, nearly defeated as you watched him stand. Your eyes drifted across his back, moving quickly as you drew in the constellations across his back. You wanted to move forward, to use your fingers to count and trace the moles on his skin.

You were quiet as he rummaged for his pants, sure that he was about to leave without another word before he joined you in your bed again. You stifled a sound of surprise, watching as he took a deep inhale from his vape. He offered it to you next, but you quickly shook your head. You weren’t supposed to smoke.

“Can we do this again?” You asked him bashfully, your tongue twisting awkwardly in your mouth at how nervous you felt. He chuckled as he turned towards you, wrapping his lips around his vape once again.

“‘Course,” He breathed out, a cloud of smoke tickling your nose as he spoke, “I gotta teach you all the ropes.” He mumbled, pulling his vape down just enough to kiss away your worries.

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chuluoyi · 2 months

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in your love entries series, how would gojo react to finding out his daughter (who is in elementary/middle school) is potentially getting bullied or picked on? 🥺 like his daughter comes home one day from school and she’s acting off or hiding any bruises and gojo is trying to figure out what’s going on while using his Father Senses™️ :(

your son is sweet on most days, but he can be prickly when he deems satoru is making no sense at all. he’s not overly full of energy like him—he’s calmer like you, and for a kid, he isn’t exactly a crybaby.

and so when satoru sees how he comes back from his school one day with slightly red-rimmed eyes and clutching his arm, he immediately knows that he is definitely upset.

“did something happen?” he got down on his knees to inspect him. your son is just five, and if he’s looking like this, then definitely something isn’t right. “hey…?”

something inside him—his fatherly instincts—soars the moment your baby’s lips wobble in an attempt to hold back a sniffle, and he immediately pulls the hand covering his arm gently to reveal a red mark on it.

“who did this to you, hmm?” his voice deflates an octave lower. it’s his son. his precious baby. anyone daring enough to do this definitely picks the wrong opponent. his expression must have been grim enough that your son finally breaks and lets out a sob.

“t-they… pushed me,” he cries, and the sound is like knives to satoru’s heart. “they s-said… w-wearing glasses i-is… stupid…”

it’s like someone has twisted those knives in his chest. his son inherits his cursed eyes and he’ll have an even harder time if he doesn’t wear black glasses. but in the end the fact remains—it’s because of him.

satoru immediately brings him into his arms, patting him soothingly in the back, disregarding his brewing anger. “there, there… no, you’re not stupid. remember, you have good eyes. we do. sometimes people might take it the wrong way… but don’t let them get to you, yeah?”

“b-but… what if they k-keep doing this..?”

“shh. no, mark my words—they won’t.”

and when his son hugs him back in return, clinging onto him, satoru knows what he has to do.

the next day, he personally picks his son up from school, and your sweet boy can only wonder why those who picked on him yesterday aren’t in his class anymore.

#this ask give me baby fever again thank u nonnies #🥹🥹🥹#—chu’s mailbox 📬#—headcanons☁️#𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠

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bingwriterxo · 10 months

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distant

pairing: vada cavell x reader

summary: in which you weren't at school during the shooting but your girlfriend was, and the trauma that it left her with caused her to practically disappear from your life

warnings: talks of school shooting

word count: 1800+

author's note: the very first vada fic i ever wrote (posted to my wattpad back in december) but someone requested something similar (find here) so i thought i'd throw this up here

"Hi, Mrs. Cavell," you said timidly as the woman opened the front door to her home. Her eyes widened at the sight of you--messy hair, dark eye bags, heavy eyelids--as she welcomed you inside. You were no stranger to her: she knew that you and Vada had been dating for nearly a year now. However, this version of you was one that she had never seen before, and she had seen many versions of you over the course of your relationship with her daughter.

"Y/N, are you okay?" she asked as you took your sneakers off by the door, unlacing them so slowly that she almost thought you had fallen asleep where you stood.

"Is Vada home?" There was almost no emotion in your voice. You just sounded...tired. The woman had become used to your high-energy personality, never surprised when you were running around with Amelia or making Vada dance with you in her bedroom. She couldn't help but hope that you were alright.

"She's at Nick's right now, but you're more than welcome to wait in her room, if you'd like." She checked the clock on the wall. "She shouldn't be gone for too much longer." You nodded, accepting the woman's suggestion and heading towards Vada's bedroom. "If you need anything, just let me know," Mrs. Cavell called out after you. You gave her a thumbs up before disappearing inside.

You gratefully laid down on Vada's bed, inhaling the girl's scent that lingered on her blankets. You hadn't seen her in a while--over two weeks and counting--and you missed her, so being in her bed felt as though she were enveloping you in a hug, though you did wish you had the real thing.

You opened your phone, shooting your girlfriend a text to let her know that you were at her house, before going on TikTok, trying to pass the time. None of the short videos seemed to entertain you, though, so you resolved to just take a short nap. However, a single text erased this thought from your mind completely.

Nick Feinstein (5:46pm): do yk where vadas at? havent heard from her in a while

You shot up, eyebrows furrowing at the question. Didn't Mrs. Cavell just say that the brunette was at Nick's house?

You (5:46pm): her mom said she was at urs???

Confusion and fear swirled in your stomach as you went to your girlfriend's contact, pressing the call button. You listened as the phone rang, anxiety beginning to creep through your veins. "C'mon, Vada. Pick up, pick up." However, the girl didn't answer her phone, leaving you with her voicemail message. "Uh, hey, Vads. Just wondering where you are...your mom said you were at Nick's, but he just texted me asking me where you're at. Uh, call me back when you can? I love you." You hung up the call, hoping that she would return your call soon.

Nick Feinstein (5:47pm): nope

Nick Feinstein (5:47pm): havent seen her in a few weeks

You (5:50pm): just called her

You (5:50pm): every time i've asked her to hang out the past two weeks she always said she had plans with you...

Anxiety settled in your stomach at the idea that your girlfriend had been lying to you. Who was she really hanging out with? Why did she not want to see you? What was happening?

Nick Feinstein (5:52pm): think she's been hanging w that girl recently

Nick Feinstein (5:52pm): mia reed

Could Vada be cheating on you? You pushed that thought aside, hoping for a different outcome, but it continued to nag at your brain. Had she grown tired of your relationship? Had she grown tired of you?

Nick Feinstein (5:53pm): instagram.com/miareed/ here's her acct

You clicked on the link, ignoring the fact that your hand was shaking, and the girl's instagram account popped up. The most recent photo immediately made you nauseous and you dropped your phone, scurrying backwards on the bed as though the object had burned you.

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Even if Vada wasn't cheating on you with Mia Reed, their relationship was a bit too close for comfort for you. They were almost kissing in the photo, and while her caption could have been platonic, it sure didn't give you 'just friends' energy.

A ding brought you out of your thoughts and you crawled to the edge of the bed, looking at your phone. There was a message from Vada, so you hurried to pick up the device, unlocking it to see what your girlfriend had to say.

Vads <3 (6:01pm): wont be home till late

Vads <3 (6:01pm): dont stay

The message felt like a stab through the heart. She must have been with Mia, and you couldn't help but imagine what they were doing: were they on a date? were they making out? were they doing something worse? Tears stung at your eyes as you turned your phone off. However, instead of listening to your girlfriend--was she still your girlfriend?--you buried yourself into her bed. You needed to confront her when she got home. If you didn't, you weren't sure when you'd get the chance to talk to her again.

* * *

The covers were forcefully ripped off of you and you sprang awake, eyes squinting beneath the harsh overhead light. Vada stood in front of you, blanket in hand, eyebrows furrowed, nose flared.

"What are you still doing here?" she asked. You flinched at her tone, sitting up so that you could really look at her. She crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for a response.

"I..." Was this a bad idea? Would this be the end of your relationship? "We need to talk." She didn't say anything, just merely gestured for you to keep talking. "Are you cheating on me?"

"What?" She looked offended, as though she couldn't understand why you would ask such a thing. You watched as she took a step forward, arms reaching towards you, before taking a step back: she couldn't figure out what to do. "No! I'm not cheating on you, Jesus!" She took the defensive route, and you couldn't say you were surprised.

"I saw Mia's post," you began. Her jaw clenched, an action that you would usually find attractive instead caused more anxiety to race through your bloodstream. "It didn't seem...it just...it looked wrong."

She shook her head, scoffed, brought a hand to her forehead. "Jesus fucking christ! Mia's just a fucking friend. What, I can't have friends now?" she yelled. You stood up from her bed, unable to stop the tears that had begun to fall from your eyes.

"Of course you can! But you've been lying to me about where you've been and then suddenly you're hanging out with one of the most popular girls in school! If you had nothing to hide, you wouldn't have lied to me! Or Nick! Or your fucking parents, Vada." Your voice cracked as you spoke, spit flying from your mouth in anger. Your girlfriend stayed silent, just staring at you. "You know what? Forget it. You clearly don't want to talk about this."

"Thank you!" She fell face first onto her bed, signaling that she was done talking to you in general. Awkward silence encased the room as thoughts circled your mind, with one becoming too prominent for your liking.

"We should break up," you whispered into the empty air. This got the girl's attention. She pushed herself off the bed, turning towards you, and you finally saw some resemblance to the Vada that you knew.

"What are you talking about?" Her voice was small, afraid that you had actually meant the words that just left your mouth. She didn't want to lose you, didn't know she could lose you. She thought you two were solid, that nothing could change that.

"I haven't seen you in over two weeks, you've been lying to me, you didn't even want to see me today." You listed your grievances quietly. You didn't want to break up with the brunette, but hearing everything you were saying, you understood that you might have to if she didn't offer an explanation. "Do you still want this?" You gestured between the two of you.

"Of course I do. I love you, Y/N." You could hear the truth in her voice, but that wasn't enough for you to just forget about everything that had happened recently. You weren't going to forgive her just because she loved you.

"Then I need an explanation." Vada glanced down towards your feet, her hair forming a curtain around her face. You reached out, a single finger beneath her chin as you forced her to look at you. "Please, Vada."

She nodded, gesturing towards her bed. You took a seat, sitting cross-legged as she sat across from you in the same way. Vada took a deep breath, preparing herself to tell you what she had been keeping hidden. "When the shooting at school happened, Mia and I hid in a bathroom stall together." Just saying the words made her think of that horrible day, but she continued, for you. "I thought--I thought that I was going to die in there with her.

"She ended up texting me a day or two after it happened. She wanted to make sure that I was okay, so we started hanging out. Honestly, she has no one there for her: her dads are away a lot and she doesn't really have friends, and I felt for her. I knew I wouldn't have wanted to be alone after this, and I wanted her to know that she had someone in her corner. And it was nice, being able to talk to her about it, to tell her about how afraid I was to go back to school, to tell her how I was afraid to do most things.

"I--I should've told you that I was hanging out with her, I know. That's not something I should have hid from you. It's just...I felt like I couldn't talk to you about how the shooting affected me because...well, you weren't there. I didn't know if you'd understand, and I didn't want to give you these feelings."

"Vada..." You reached out for her, pulling her into a hug. Her tears, which had begun midway through her explanation, soaked your t-shirt, but you didn't care. You just wanted to be there for the girl. "You can talk to me about anything anytime you want, alright?" She nodded into your shoulder before pulling away.

"And I'm sorry I've been so...mean...recently. I just have a lot of feelings that I'm working through right now, and I took them out on the people close to me, and I'm sorry," she apologized.

You nodded, smiling softly. "It's going to be okay, Vads. I promise."

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you, too, Vads." You pulled her in for another hug, rubbing her back softly as she wrapped her arms around you, more than grateful that you were there at that moment.

#vada cavell x reader #vada cavell #vada x reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #jenna x reader #the fallout

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ode2rin · 1 year

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behind you

pairing. chigiri hyoma x gn!reader

at the tender age of seven, you understood that being left behind was not an option. in your innocent and pure heart, you knew that you belonged right by his side.

“hyoma, wait for me!” you called out, your voice filled with a mix of breathlessness and determination as you chased after your best friend.

chigiri slowed down and turned towards you, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. his glossy pink eyes shimmered with excitement, inviting you to join in his playful game.

“come on, catch up! or else i might just leave you behind!” he playfully challenged.

and so, with one single goal in mind, you poured every ounce of energy into your small legs, pushing yourself to run faster.

you had to catch up to him.

yet, you never did.

now, in your early adulthood, with longer legs that have grown along with you, you find yourself reflecting on those childhood races.

the distance between you remains, and all you can do is watch his back.

it has become your familiar scenery, an all-too-familiar ache in your chest that accompanies being in love with someone you can't have—your best friend, chigiri hyoma.

that's how it has always been, ever since.

you've watched his back as he is surrounded by countless girls in your school, professing their love for him left and right, while yours stays hidden like a sacred prayer in the chambers of your heart.

you've watched his back as he turns away from his locker, brimming with valentine's chocolates, while yours weighs heavily in your pocket, seemingly unable to contain everything you wished for him to know.

you've watched his back as he walks onto the field, his eyes fixed on the goal ahead. you feel a rush of pride as he scores, his agility and grace filling you with wonder. you want to shout his name, to tell him how amazing he is, but you hold back, afraid of breaking the spell that binds your friendship.

you've watched his back as you reach out your hand to reassure him that everything will be alright, that his injuries won't tarnish the striker within him, that in your eyes, he remains the best.

but in all those moments, all you can do is stay behind him.

because you're slow, and there's nothing he hates more than slowpokes.

you were slow to express your feelings, always a step behind the swarm of girls vying for his attention.

you were slow to place your chocolates in his locker, missing the chance for him to see them—and to see you.

you were slow to let your cheer be heard, holding back as your voice fell behind the screams of his name from others.

and you were slow to reach him when he fell, too slow to catch him before he hit the ground of hopelessness.

and so, all you can do is watch his back, silently chanting that perhaps, just once in your life, he will turn around and truly see you.

maybe he did notice, all those times you whispered your prayers into the wind. perhaps he caught glimpses of you, but each time, you were just slow enough not to meet his gaze before he looked away.

but as you yearn for his affection in return, you understand that the true beauty of your friendship lies in its unwavering support, in being the one he can always depend on. so you continue to stay behind him, holding onto the hope that one day, when the stars align just so, he will turn around, and the yearning in your hearts will find solace in a single profound moment where your eyes finally meet, and neither of you can bring yourselves to look away.

note. ik ik it's word vomit once again (it's my forte atp), was not really planning on sharing this but i was threatened/j . just thought abt it randomly bec i love love love bestfriends who are total idiots (look me in the eyes n tell me chigiri isn't meant for bffs to lovers) that pines for each other (and the angst that comes w it). but here goes nothing!

𓆩♡𓆪 for the ever so lovely, @angelchigiri

part 2 here!

#☁️ my ode to you #chigiri is so cute #i just couldn't help it but to do it angsty #forgive me #chigiri hyoma x reader #chigiri hyoma #chigiri hyoma angst #chigiri hyoma x y/n #blue lock x reader #blue lock imagines #blue lock fluff #bllk x reader #bllk imagines #hyoma chigiri x reader #hyoma chigiri

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genericpuff · 25 days

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How long do you plan making rekindled? I loved Lo at some point, But now I cant get enough of your version!! And I wanted to know how did you come up with the darker back stories for Rekindled?

I have a semi-detailed skeleton of the plot with basically every story beat planned out, but I can't definitively say how long it will be as I haven't actually scripted every single episode out yet.

Not to mention a lot of the time my scripts will change from their original versions, by the time I get to an episode I've planned ahead for I've either thought of new ways to do it or don't like how it's paced so I change it. Case in point, there was a specific scene I had planned for the next episode and then wound up not liking the pacing because it was too fast so I moved it to several episodes away and restructured everything on the fly, took a whole new text document and scrapping sketches to figure shit out LOL I actually do have up until Episode 70ish scripted out in my documents with like, actual notes and dialogue for each episode, but I already have sooo many of those crossed out now because of how much I've had to tweak and change as time has gone on. This is why I plan ahead well in advance though, so that if I do need to make those changes, I can make them long before the episodes are even due to be drawn (and believe me, they get changed during the sketching phases too LOL).

What I can confirm for certain is that the current 'arc' we're in right now is definitely the bulk of the story. And that's not to say there isn't any content afterwards, more like the pacing just gets completely turned on its head in the last 30-40% of it where shit gets N U T S and just can't go back to the same energy that it was in the beginning. Without spoiling, there's a certain 'turning point' in the plot and everything after it isn't quite as long as the stint of story we're in now. This is mostly because the arc we're currently in is still establishing a bunch of stuff like the Underworld Corp, Persephone's schooling, etc. and once that turning point hits, it's basically all character development and focusing on the consequences of everything setup in the first arc.

I guess if I had to illustrate it, the story progression in the end will look something like this?

It's basically just this slow and chill climb that, once it hits that sharp peak, doesn't ever return to normal levels LMAO So I guess enjoy this part of the story while you can because it's the chillest it'll ever be w(°ｏ°)w And boy, I am EXCITED for that peak, but we have a long way to go before we get there. As for how long, well, I'm hoping I'll be able to have Rekindled's story wrapped up in the next 2 years, tops. Just depends on how the update schedule goes, and assuming the plans I have put down for the plotting don't change in any major way. I don't have as much of the latter half of the story actually scripted out yet so for all I know it could wind up being way longer than anticipated, but right now I have a pretty good sense of how the story beats will play out in relation to each other.

So it's kind of a wait and see thing, at least until I have every episode scripted out, and even then I won't be 100% sure because things are always being tweaked and fixed and changed on the fly! I'm guessing it won't go much longer than 170 episodes, give or take, but that's a very very VERY rough estimate.

Regardless, Rekindled still has a lot more story to tell, and I'm hoping y'all enjoy the ride with me <3

As for the darker backstories, y'all don't even know yet. Like... I've got stuff planned. Stuff that even Banshriek (my BG assistant) doesn't know about. Stuff that I keep buried very deep in Rekindled's episode documents that won't see the light of day until they have to be ripped out of the deep dark trenches of the characters' own buried secrets, and by that point, the toothpaste will be out of the tube, there will be no going back. So, again... enjoy it while it lasts. Because I don't pull my punches. And maybe even you won't be able to look at me the same way again once the final blow has been dealt.

Sleep well.

#k but i am actually really nervous for how those bigger turning points go #esp the spiky one LOL #i feel like it'll definitely be uh. interesting. in how people feel about it.#but mostly because it'll just be a punch to the gut #i will definitely give adequate warning when it's coming so that people can steel themselves LOL #ask me anything #ama #anon ama #anon ask me anything #lore rekindled ama

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Here's a request for you, my dear! Reader writes for the school paper and is assigned an article highlighting different school clubs. She tries to interview Eddie about Hellfire, but he just assumes she's going to mock/tease him about being a "freak who likes to play fantasy games" and is really short with her. It hurts her feelings, and when someone (Dustin? Lucas? Mike?) points out what an asshole he was, he tries to make it right.

I can't wait to read it!

xoxoxo @munson-blurbs 💚

Thank you bug! @munson-blurbs

Warnings ⚠️: Angst, language, and fluff by the end

Minors D.N.I 18+

Wc: 2.9k

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"Gotta go, I'm hungry, see you later!" Dustin departs but not before hugging you which you returned.

Trekking in the bustling hallway of your school, your peers making their way to their next classes. Upon entering the paper editing room you're met with Nancy, who had just turned to face whomever walked in, "Good morning!" she greeted you sporting a familiar grin.

"Another article set up for me? Geez, have you ever taken a break?" you joked with her, you had worked with Nancy for some time, and known her even longer, you used to help babysit her brother and his friends when they were younger. Mike, Lucas, Dustin, and Will who had moved to California liked you and thought you were kind and warm.

Walking toward Nancy she answers, "A writer's job is never done, and yes, I have one in mind."

"What club is this? Between you and I, we've already interviewed all of them," you were confused, was there a new club you weren't familiar with?

"Hellfire," she shrugs, "I know I haven't interviewed the head honcho, Eddie Munson. Have you?"

"No, I haven't.." you shook your head and your voice got quiet, you'd forgotten about Hellfire. You don't know how you did, Eddie is infamous in Hawkins High. His wild antics in class, the cafeteria, and even the library were well known. You weren't going to lie to yourself, his personality had intimidated you.

He wasn't unkind to you, you both had exchanged polite smiles several times passing each other in the hallway on another monotonous day of school, "W-what time do I head over?" you ask Nancy, your voice apprehensive.

Giving you a sympathetic smile she responds, "Relax, it'll be fine, you got this!" Nancy encourages you, the energy radiating off her physique, "Find Mike, Dustin, or Lucas, and they'll tell you. According to rumors, take this with a grain of salt, they're a Satanic Cult." she rolled her eyes, "The shit people come up with is ridiculous, Mike is in Hellfire, it's just a Dungeons and Dragons club."

You agreed wholeheartedly, "Leave it to a bored small town to come up with something like that when it's just a game," familiar with D&D during your time babysitting Mike the game fascinated you, "so do you have some sort of plan? What do you want me to ask?" Attempting to divert your rising anxiety you focus your brain on the task at hand.

"Ask how he formed Hellfire, what gave him the idea, what makes it different from the other clubs. Come on, you've done this before, what's got you so anxious?"

Sighing in defeat, your gaze falls to the floor beneath your feet, "That obvious, huh?"

"It's not like you hide it well," she remarks with a smirk, your shoulders slump.

"I'm hopeless," you lament with a hint of playfulness.

"You're fine the way you are," she reassures you kindly.

Gathering your notebook and pencil you give Nancy a reluctant grin, "I got this,"

Nancy lights up at your words, "Great!" she pats your forearm, "Everyone's headed to lunch, you might catch Mike or someone from Hellfire on the way. Good luck!"

"Thanks, Nance," just like that she takes off, Fred Benson following suit.

Soon after you're out the door. Scanning carefully among the crowds of students you spot a familiar figure wearing a "Thinking cap" ball cap on his head. Zig-zagging your way through the crowd, your hand makes contact with the figure's shoulder, "Dustin!" you beam.

"Hey!" he turns to face you and gives you a big hug, "How have you been?"

"Oh, you know, getting through school," you shrug, "writing for the Hawkins paper," both of you move out of the way of the other students.

"How's that going?" Dustin asks, his grin not leaving his face.

"I need to interview Eddie for Hellfire, frankly I'm a little nervous,"

"That's great! We're gonna be famous!" he exclaims joyfully.

"I wouldn't go that far." you can't help but laugh at his vitality, scratching the back of your neck sheepishly, "What time do you start Hellfire?"

"After school. We usually try to wrap things up by 8:30 depending on what we're doing,"

"I-is Eddie nice?" your insecurities are rising and it's evident in your voice.

"Eddie is the best!" Dustin's grin gets wider, "He took Mike and me in when we were trying to find our place in Hawkins High! He's a great storyteller and world-builder! He even creates voices for the characters!" Dustin's admiration for Eddie seems to increase with every word that leaves his mouth, his eyes shining with respect, "The interview will go great!" Dustin's voice is the epitome of confidence.

Leaning against the wall a breath you didn't know you were holding in deflates out of your lungs like a balloon, taking your anxiety and insecurities out with it, "Thanks, Dusty, I needed that," you say with a smile, gratitude sparkling in your eyes.

"Anything for my favorite babysitter!" he playfully boops your nose.

You giggle, "You think it would be best if I wait until after Hellfire is over before I talk to him?"

"He'll be in a good mood. Post-campaign euphoria, y'know?"

Thinking back to the times the boys had finished a campaign, the victorious cries were heard from Nancys' basement, their energy infectious and journeying throughout the home, "I remember," you grin.

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The drama class door swung open, and congratulatory cheers can be heard from the confines. Mike is the first to emerge, sporting a grin that seemed to split his countenance. His dark eyes meet yours, "We won!" he addresses you with exuberance walking over to you.

"Congratulations!" The post-campaign euphoria affects you similarly; goosebumps erupt up your arms.

"I heard from Dustin, you gonna interview Eddie? Also how long were you waiting out here?" he asks, concern etched in his voice.

"Yes, and about ten minutes, not long at all, gave me time to calm my nerves,"

Mike seemed to relax slightly at your admission, "You're nervous?"

"Just a little, I'll deal," you shrug.

Dustin, Jeff, Gareth, Erica, and Gary exit the drama room. Dustin strolls over to Mike and you, "Did Mike tell you we gained a victory?"

"Eddies ready for you, head on in,"

"He informed me of your success, congratulations!" both of you high-fived, and you gave Mike one as well, not wanting to leave him out.

Dustin said.

Inhaling and exhaling a breath you say, "I'm ready,"

"We'll wait for you out here, right Mike?" Dustin faces his friend.

"Thanks, kids, you're awesome!" giving them a wink you head inside the drama classroom where the leader of Hellfire awaited you.

"Huh? Oh! Right, sure," Mike agrees.

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Peering inside you see the infamous Eddie Munson, seated on his throne with an intense glare set on you.

Clearing your throat and wiping your hands on your high-waisted pencil skirt, "H-hello, how do you do," you introduce yourself in a voice that resembles a mouse.

"Eddie Munson." he snaps, his voice low and guarded.

"I'm here to interview you for the Hawkins High paper," informing him of your intentions you try your best to make your voice even and professional. Sitting down in the chair closest to him, you open your notepad and remove your pencil from your ear. Getting right down to business you ask him your first question, "What made you start Hellfire?"

"Wanted more people to play D&D with. Next question."

His short and malicious tone hit you right in the heart, the pain feeling like ice. Your breathing becomes unsteady as you write down Eddie's answer, "I-I see."

Feeling a lump form in your throat, you ask your next question, "How has," swallowing the lump in your throat, "Forming this club improved your academic performance?"

He let out a laugh that resembled a feral beast, "School sucks, it always has. Next question." More icy pain shoots up your body, stabbing your heart, and now your voice trembles writing down his answer once again,

"R-right?" letting out a weak chuckle, you agree with him.

You have one question left! You can do this!

Mentally cheering yourself on, you press forward.

"Among–"

"Cut the bullshit already." Once more he interrupts you, he seems to be in a rush to get to the bottom of the matter, the only issue is you have no idea what his problem is.

"W-what?" you stutter, blinking back tears forming, his harsh tone is like a viper biting into your flesh; the sting unrelenting.

"You're only here to make fun of the 'freak' the 'satan worshiper' AND the 'cult leader'!" he stood abruptly slamming his hand on the table, you flinch.

"I would never–"

You could only stand there frozen, stunned as his verbal assault resumed, "Well it's not going to work this time!

"I don't believe you! You're just like everyone else; judging without bothering to get to know them!" The snake's venom is seeping into your bloodstream along with the icy chill of his words. Frankly, you were taken aback, you'd no idea he thought this way about you, and you had no idea why this was hurting you so vastly.

His next words were the nail in the proverbial coffin, "You're nothing." he seethed, speaking through clenched teeth.

The venom swallowed you whole as the ice caught in your throat. Tears cascade down past your waterline like a faucet. Dropping your notepad and pencil absentmindedly you cast one last gaze into his face. His eyes were cold with malice and contempt. Making a quick turn you sprint toward the door, each step on the linoleum floor causes more ice to stab your heart.

He had called you "nothing", and you felt like it. Bringing your knees to your chest in an attempt to comfort yourself you bury your head in between your knees but it brings no solace to the void that was starting to consume you.

The door opened with a bang startling Dustin and Mike, "That was fa– Hey what happened?" Dustin noticed your tear-stained face but couldn't say anything further, you were already running down the hall with sobs escaping unbidden from your lips. With your vision fuzzy from the tears you can barely make out the sign for the girl's bathroom. Bursting inside you lean against the door sinking to the floor you weep.

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Eddie remained in the drama room, cleaning up the rest of the D&D pieces, a proud grin formed on his face, "Showed her," he murmurs.

"Eddie, what the hell happened?" Dustin makes an appearance, followed closely by Mike.

Eddie scoffs, facing the boys, "I protected us is what I did."

"How?" Mike asks, incredulously, not being able to comprehend what their Dungeon Master was saying.

"She is going to use that article to spread the rumors that Hellfire is a Satan-worshiping cult!" he asserts, picking up your notepad from the floor and tossing it onto the table, "Henderson, dispose of that."

Dustin picks up your notepad and peers at your notes or lack thereof he sees your teardrops on the paper, "No," he says firmly.

Eddie looks at Dustin, surprised that he refused his request, "And why not?"

"Because she's NOT like that!" Mike pipes up, the first to defend your honor.

Dustin nods at his best friend, "Mike's right, she'd never do something like that."

"What are you two, her knights in shining armor?" Eddie spat, he couldn't believe both of his friends weren't backing him up on this. He was one hundred percent certain you'd come to bully him, he wasn't going to take any chances, it was his job to protect his flock.

"Eddie," Dustin pinched the bridge of his nose, "what did you say to her?"

Eddie shrugged, "I told her she was nothing,"

"You mother–"

"Mike!" Dustin stopped Mike from saying something he'll most likely regret, "Eddie," he let out an exasperated sigh "She's one of the kindest people we've ever met. She babysat us when we were younger," Dustin explains, his tone serious. He's determined to let Eddie know he screwed up, "She genuinely cares about us and Dungeons and Dragons,"

Eddie slumped down on his throne, "So what you're saying is," he paused, there had to have been some merit to what they were saying if both Mike and Dustin were coming to your aid, "I screwed up?" he finishes, the realization sinking into him like a large stone into a lake.

"YES!" Dustin and Mike say in unison, the former slamming your notepad in front of Eddie's side of the table.

Your tearful expression flashed unbidden in Eddie's mind's eye; the sinking realization had finally hit him in full force. Placing his face in his hands he says, "Dammit!" his voice muffled, how could he have gotten something so wrong? Guilty bubbled in his gut, along with the fear that you won't forgive him, "I have to apologize! Right now!" he stands up in a panic grabbing your notepad, and frantically paces the room, "Where is she?" he demands the boys.

Eddie sprinted out the door in a desperate search for you.

"We don't know!" Will speaks up, "I can only guess she ran to the girl's bathroom."

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Sitting on the cold, semi-dirty floor your wailing had subsided to short sobs and hiccups. How could he think so lowly of someone he had barely spoken to? You'd never imagined he'd be so cruel, callous, and so certain that you'd have malicious intent with your interview. You had a genuine interest in Dungeons & Dragons, and while you most likely wouldn't be good at it the game itself fascinated you.

Standing up on wobbly feet you stroll to one of the sinks and peer at your face. Your eyes are puffy and swollen with tear tracks down your cheeks, "Dammit," muttering to yourself, you half-heartedly wash your face the best you can. Sighing as droplets of water fall from your complexion, "What am I going to tell Nancy?"

Drying your face on the sandpaper-like paper towels you're startled by the bathroom door opening, instinctually your eyes fly to the door, surprised by the mop of frenzied curls that enter your field of vision. His remorseful, ashamed, and guilt-ridden face froze you on the spot.

"What are you–?"

"I'm so sorry!" he says between pants, as though he ran a marathon to find you, "I was wrong!"

Your face morphed into one of confusion, "Wrong about what?"

"I was wrong for assuming you'd bully me. I was wrong for not giving you a fair chance. I was wrong for being so cold to you. I was wrong about everything," he took several steps toward you until he was in front of you, "I'm sorry for making you cry…that is what I'm most ashamed of," his voice breaks, that's how you know his apology is sincere.

His words are like a panacea on your body; the frozen venom disperses. Peering into his eyes you say words he hoped to hear, "I accept your apology, Eddie Munson."

"Thank. You. Christ!" his shoulders slump in relaxation, "Oh!" he hands you your notepad, "Here, I'm sorry again,"

Gazing at the item in Eddie's hands you smile, "Thank you! And I'll accept that second apology on one condition."

"Name it and it's done."

"Can we leave? This is the girl's bathroom."

"Oh, shit!" he'd forgotten where he was, peering around he comments, "So much cleaner than the boys,"

"Okay, out!" you laugh, pushing him gently toward the door. Once you both were outside you say playfully, "You're forgiven, again,"

Eddie chuckles, "Thanks,"

"So," you hesitate, "are we friends now?" unsure of where you stand, you ask for clarification.

"Hell yeah, we're friends!" he says with conviction and no uncertainty.

"Good! That's good!" you grin.

"I want you to interview me properly this time. But before that, what was your last question?"

"My last question?"

"The one you were going to ask me before I blew up at you."

Your eyes widened in realization, "Oh that one!"

You clear your throat, "Among the people in Hellfire, who do you admire and why?"

Eddie looked taken aback; his mind drew a blank. Did he admire someone in Hellfire? He was admired, yes but did he ever feel that way for someone else? "Uh," he pauses, not knowing what to say.

"It's okay, we can answer the previous questions. The next paper doesn't come out until next week, I just like getting my work done early," Sensing his difficulty answering your question, you decide to ease his mind and give him time to think it over.

"Thank you, I'll answer your other questions at Benny's, I owe you a milkshake, my treat. I hope you don't mind a small detour I need to drive Henderson and Wheeler home," he starts to head back in the direction of the drama club, a spring in his step and humming a tune you didn't recognize.

"They are pretty cool." he agrees.

"Of course, I don't mind. Those kiddos are the best!" walking next to him, you praise the boys.

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Once again you stroll the busy school hallways the next day, and you hear your name called.

"Hey!" Eddie approached with his hands behind his back.

"Hi, morning!" you greet him with a grin.

"I have the answer to your question."

"Oh? That's great! Do I need my notepad for this?" you ask, slinging your backpack off your shoulder.

"No, no this will be quick. It's you," he declares with a smile, his eyes shining with sincerity.

Your jaw drops, and your mind reels. You hadn't expected this, "What? Me?" you point to yourself.

"Yes, you, my new friend," he gazes at you fondly.

"I'm not a part of Hellfire,"

"Welcome to Hellfire."

"Not yet you're not," his arms move from behind his back, and he unveils the infamous shirt he and the rest of the club sport.

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strangemagicc · 5 months

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WADWSH | Chapter Three - Unexpected Visitor

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pairings: 2000s!actor!Steve x fem!Reader, 2000s!bestfriend!Eddie x fem!Reader, love triangle, (based loosely on the movie Win a Date with Tad Hamilton)

summary: A Thursday night at The Hideout is interrupted by an unexpected visitor

author's note: Happy Thanksgiving! I'm sorry if this is a day late but life was throwing some curveballs yesterday. I hope you enjoy this chapter 🖤 I did my best to edit it while cooking so if you see mistakes…maybe you didn’t 🥹🖤Comments / reblogs are always appreciated! I will be out of the country so if I don’t respond please don’t think I’m ignoring you xx

warnings: angst, pining

w/c: 4.3k

The Hideout was packed, sweaty bodies pushed together in a crowd close to the makeshift stage that sat near the back of the hole-in-the-wall bar. You sat by the front entrance with Holly, the two of you nestled at a table lit only by the dim glow of the candle placed in the middle.

“So tell me again how he smelled,” Holly leaned in, chin perched in her hands as she looked at you excitedly. It had been nearly a week since your date with Steve Harrington. Nearly seven days spent in normalcy that made the weekend before seem like a dream, something that you’d made up entirely in your head. But there was no dreaming up the way Steve Harrington smelled, the way his hand felt on the small of your back, or the way his lips felt pressed to yours. Soft and sweet like honey. Despite the night of bliss, you’d returned to reality, crash landing into your day-to-day unable to daydream when you got a taste of the real thing. You’d divulged the details of your date to Holly several times over but always excluded the way the night ended, deciding that memory was meant just for you. You laughed at her now, the way her eyes were wide with anticipation. As though this was the first time she had heard it. As though she hadn’t made you smell the array of colognes at Star Court until you found one that was similar.

“Hmm, like bergamot and laundry detergent. Earthy but also like home?” You had trouble putting it into words but it stuck with you all these days later. Holly sighed dreamily, and you took a sip of your drink. Wincing slightly as the liquor hit your throat and the warmth settled into your stomach. You rubbed your sweaty palms over your jeans and tipped your head up as the crowd cheered, Corroded Coffin taking center stage. Eddie had an enigmatic energy about him, brown eyes hidden behind curly bangs taking in the crowd. One that had grown from five drunks to a swarm of people from out of town and he ate it up. Satisfied grin slotted into place as he greeted them. Exposed alabaster skin glowing under the stage lights, ink creating shadows on his arms. You cheered from your space at the back of the bar, the same place you’d sat since high school so he’d know where to find you. He looked your way, grin growing wider as he spotted you. His best friend and forever fan. You raised your drink up at him, your smile matching his. Wide and sincere. Happy and exuberant. The lights lowered to a deep blue painting everyone in a ghoulish glow.

“I hope we have some Radiohead fans here tonight,” the crowd roared and you clapped with a raised brow.

“I’m glad,” Eddie chuckled, “we aren’t in the habit of playing covers but I thought we might mix things up tonight,” he cleared his throat and looked towards his bandmates.

“Anyways this is Thinking About You by Radiohead,” the crowd clapped again. An acoustic guitar started, a turn from their usual sound. Eddie’s eyes were closed, foot tapping lightly as he listened to the sound. You rested your chin in your palm and watched him. Eyes tracing the lines of his strong shoulders and the swell of his biceps. His voice came through the microphone, a smooth baritone. Captivating and melancholic. He always had a presence on stage, one that pulled everyone in and kept them focused. Hypnotized. And you were always just as affected. Heart hammering against your chest as you heard his pain.

But I'm still no one

And you're my star

What do you care?

Eddie kept things close to chest, he never talked about crushes or dates. Never discussed make-outs or hookups, the entirety of his dating life shrouded in mystery and you wondered who this was about. Who had affected him, caused the sorrow in his voice as you watched him scan the room. His amber eyes were on you and everything else faded, blurred around the edges.

But I’m playing with myself

And what do you care when the other men are far, far better?

You swallowed the lump that had formed, blinking rapidly until you were back in the room with everyone else. Eddie’s eyes were still on you, watching as you chugged your beer. Chest heaving. And then your gaze met his, held it the rest of the song. He wondered if you knew, if you understood that it was for you. That it was about you. This song and the ones that he wrote.

“What a set,” you greeted Eddie beside the stage, hands placed in your back pockets as you looked up at him. Holly stood back, chugging her beer as she scanned the room. Looking for someone to help keep her bed warm tonight. Eddie’s bangs stuck to his forehead in sweat, exposed pale skin glistening as beads of perspiration rolled down his abdomen. His jeans hung low exposing the deep v line that disappeared into the denim. You swallowed hard as you looked at him, traced the muscle of his abdomen and the long stretch of his legs wrapped in tight black accentuating the muscle of his thighs. Eddie watched you, smirk growing the longer your eyes lingered on his frame. He cleared his throat, watched as your gaze went wide and cheeks grew a shade darker.

“If only those record execs thought the same of our demos,” he laughed, “What did you think of the first song?” He questioned, hands busy as he worked to help pack away instruments.

“I just need to know who I should fight for making my best friend sad,” you squished your eyebrows together so you’d look intimidating but he only found you that much more adorable.

“She’s a sweetheart, doesn’t deserve to catch those weapons,” he pointed to your hands and tried to hide the way his grin sank at the realization that you still didn’t get the clue. Holly looked at the two of you, lips circling her beer bottle as she chugged and watched both of you dance around his confession.

“Doesn’t seem like it if she makes you feel like that,” you shrugged and Eddie only chuckled. Humor not quite meeting the melodic sound.

“She is, trust me,” he winked at you and finished winding amp cords and packing away instruments. You opened your mouth to ask more but Holly stepped in, arm resting on your shoulder as she shook her empty bottle at Eddie.

“Eds, why don’t you be a gentleman and ask your favorite bartender for some freebies,” the blonde blinked up at him and he shot her an annoyed glance.

“Not happening tonight,” he brushed her off.

“Please,” she begged.

“What if I play you for a free round?” You joined in, loving the way he hated this game.

“Only one game, loser has to buy drinks,” he pointed a stern finger at you as Holly clapped her hands in excitement. Eddie threw a shirt on, black material clinging to the spots where he was still wet and led the way to the dartboard, grabbing the darts before handing them to you.

“Ladies first,” you reached to grab the darts from him but he pulled away, brown gaze trained on you.

“And no cheating this time,” he stated sternly and you rolled your eyes.

“I never cheat, you just always lose,” you teased as you grabbed the darts and stood behind the line of tape that marked your spot. Your first arrow landed single bullseye.

“Lucky first throw,” Eddie waved a dismissive hand and watched as you threw the second. It landed on the triple ring giving you twenty-four more points, totaling forty-nine.

“I don’t know Munson, looks like you’re getting us some free drinks,” you were cocky and he loved the way it painted your features. A smirk pulling on your plump lips, single eyebrow raised as you stared him down. He would lose over and over again if it meant that you’d always look at him like that. You threw another dart but it didn’t land and fell to the ground.

“Tough luck, sweetheart,” Eddie whispered from behind you and your breathing faltered for a brief moment. You threw your last one, watching as it landed. Another single bullseye.

“Beat that,” you turned to look up at him from beneath your lashes. Gaze a little taunting.

“Easily done,” he walked towards the dartboard and pulled them out, bending down to pick up the one you’d missed. You stood next to Holly, chugging down the last of your drink as you looked around the bar. Taking in the familiar faces, head bobbing to Todd Rundgren playing on the jukebox. Eddie lined himself up, black boots hitting the tape. He concentrated, the sharp lines of his face smoothing as he aimed. You walked up behind him and watched over his shoulder, chest pressed to his back. Lips inching closer to his ear.

“Miss, miss, miss,” you taunted and watched as his dart landed in the wood of the wall next to the board. Holly cheered and your hands shot up in victory. He only had three other chances to beat your score. Eddie turned to you, a glare set into his features.

“You are such a cheater,” he remarked, finger pointed at you once again. Your shoulders met your ears, feigning confusion at his accusations.

“I’m literally just standing here,” you laughed at him. The way his eyebrows were slightly quirked and his lips were twisted as he looked at you. Quiet murmurs filtered through the bar, people stilling in their seats or where they stood. You were caught up in your game with Eddie, poking at him every time he turned to throw a dart. Completely ruining his game. Holly gasped and caught your attention, her blue eyes trained on the front door. Both you and Eddie turned towards the entrance, watching as a figure walked through the crowd. A head of caramel brown waves you’d recognize anywhere. Steve looked around the space, eyes brightening when he finally spotted you. Eddie watched as you walked towards the actor, mouth slightly agape and surprise written on your face. Steve approached you, hands in the pocket of his blue jeans. Green shirt tight on the muscle of his biceps, the color accentuating the emerald in his hazel eyes. He was a little more sun-kissed than when you saw him last weekend, slightly more shy than your first introduction. Unsure of himself.

“W-what are you doing here?” You stammered, eyes darting to the dozens that were now on the two of you. Steve brushed at the back of his head, eyes focused behind you. Eddie’s glare not lost on him.

“I came to see you?” It came out like a question, as though he was worried he was overstepping. Your widening grin erased any doubts, your happiness contagious and he mirrored your smile. Holly was blubbering from her spot at the table, unable to form a coherent thought let alone a sentence. You turned to her and back at Steve.

“Steve this is my friend Holly.” The blonde jumped from her barstool and pulled her jean skirt down as she approached him. Hand extended to shake his.

“Nice to meet you, Holly,” he greeted and she giggled uncontrollably as their palms met. Schoolgirl giddiness taking over and you eyed her with concern. Unable to produce an explanation for her short-circuiting but Steve was used to it. You turned to Eddie, confusion creating lines in your forehead as you registered his expression. Annoyed and bothered.

“Um, this is my other friend Eddie,” you introduced them apprehensively. They shook hands, Steve shaking and flexing his hand when he withdrew it. As though Eddie nearly crushed it in his grasp.

“We were just playing a game of darts,” you pointed out, “Eddie was going to get us drinks if he lost.”

“I can buy us a round,” Steve offered and Eddie smacked his teeth. You turned to him curiously but he was looking towards his bandmates. Seeking an escape, his perfect night ruined.

“Count me out, the band and I have to get the equipment back.” Eddie pointed his thumb towards his group mates who were drinking at the bar. In no way looking as though they were prepared to leave.

“Um, okay. I’ll see you at work tomorrow?” You stepped away from Steve and stood in front of Eddie. His expression softened as he looked at you and nodded.

“Yeah see you tomorrow,” he pulled you into a quick hug, eyes trained on Steve. You wrapped your arms around him, squeezing his middle before you let go and turned to Holly.

“What about you, staying for drinks?” She looked between you and Steve, a knowing smirk and a shake of her head.

“I’ve had my eyes on the brunette sitting at the bar, think I’ll try to get her to get me one,” she shrugged and turned to grab her things. She kissed your cheek and whispered in your ear.

“Be careful,” and you nodded in response, watching as she slid into the seat next to the dark-haired girl with her elbows perched on the bar. You turned back to Steve, a smile working its way back onto your features.

“I’m sorry if I crashed your night,” he grimaced but you shook your head.

“A very pleasant surprise,” you insisted and looked around the bar. Several pairs of eyes were still on the two of you.

“Do you want to get out of here? Maybe grab a bite?” Steve looked at you with a broadened grin, one that made your knees a little weak the longer his eyes were trained on you.

“Yeah, that sounds good.” The two of you weaved through the small mass of people, his hand on the small of your back like a habit and you mellowed in the warmth of his palm. Steve showed you to his car, an older convertible BMW. Maroon and sleek. Pristine for its age. He opened the door for you and closed it behind you after you were comfortable in the leather seat. You watched as he jogged around the front and slid into the driver’s side. The tension was present, palpable, a buzzing in the air that exploded when your gazes met.

“Should we go to Benny’s?” And you forgot that this was his town, that he knew it just as well as you did.

“Are you hankering for another burger?” You teased, avoiding his gaze as you looked out the window. The breeze welcomed against your flushed skin.

“And we can share a shake,” he suggested, putting the car into reverse and leaning into the center console. His scent hit you, bergamot citrus and a hint of his laundry detergent. He smelled like summer nights, sunset walks and home. Comforting.

“Only if it’s a chocolate one,” he turned to you. Smile wide, breathtaking. God, he was beautiful.

“A chocolate shake it is,” and the two of you drove off. Breeze rippling through the opened cabin, stars shining down on the two of you. He kept his arm placed in the middle, palm up. An invitation, a silent question and you inched closer. Working up the courage to take his hand in yours. Your fingers danced across his skin, working into the slots between his until they were flush. A perfect fit. As though his hand was molded for yours. Your pulse thrummed in your wrist, butterflies soared in your abdomen and it wasn’t because he was Steve Harrington, a-list actor. It was because he was Steve Harrington, the first guy to make you feel like romance wasn’t just made for the movies.

Benny’s interior was much the same as when Steve was younger. The blue vinyl seats had a few more tears, laminated floors a little more scuffed but the waitress was the same one he saw the last time he was in town. Red hair with gray streaks forming at the crown, a crooked smile with a small mole just above her lip. Uniform a little more snug than before and accentuating her curves. She greeted Steve with an ecstatic smile, wrinkled hands gripping his forearm as she did.

“Stevie!” And he returned her excitement.

“Jude, I didn’t know you still worked here,” he placed his palm over her hand and squeezed softly.

“Oh, how could you? Packed up and left us ordinary folk behind. Became a big star,” she waved her hands in the air as if to accentuate her point. He nodded at her, politely agreeing with her observation.

“I’m very happy to see you,” he remarked instead.

“And you brought someone with you?” Jude peeked over Steve’s shoulder at you. Glossed smile meeting her eyes before she turned back to Stevie.

“Still bringing the girls here, huh?” She whispered though you heard her clear as day. You saw his ears go red, and you covered your laugh with a cough. His old reputation as King Steve not lost on you.

“This one is different,” he tried to whisper back but failed just as she did and she nodded at him.

“Of course she is,” she agreed, “real pretty too.” Jude grabbed two menus and began walking towards a far-off booth. There were only two other booths occupied, one by an old married couple and the other by a group of teenagers. Each group looked at the two of you curiously as though they were trying to place the two of you, wondering why you both looked familiar. You watched as recognition dawned on them and their eyes lit up, mouths widening as Steve Harrington walked past them in their town’s nearly dilapidated diner. Despite his roots, there was an air about him that screamed he didn’t belong. Steve slid into the vinyl seat opposite of you and grabbed his menu from Jude.

“I’ll get you some waters to start,” and she was gone. Leaving the two of you in silence and staring at your menus. The butterflies were an endless eruption at your center, wings unfurling as new ones blossomed. It felt like the first drop of a roller coaster, stomach flipping and heart racing as it tried to catch up with the rest of your body. You couldn’t think about eating, too many questions swirling in your mind. Too many things you wanted to know.

Steve laid his menu down first and rested his elbows on the table. He played with his bottom lip, pulling at it absently as though he was also debating what to say. You placed your menu on top of his and hid your hands under the table wringing the hem of your shirt. Jude returned with your waters, straws plopped between the perspiring glasses.

“Already decided on what you’re going to eat?” She pulled her notepad out and clicked her pen looking at you expectantly.

“I’ll just take a basket of fries and a chocolate shake,” Jude scribbled the order down.

“Two straws?” And you looked to Steve who smiled at you encouragingly, not going back on what he said in the car.

“Please,” you nodded at the older woman who then turned to him.

“And for you handsome?”

“Double cheeseburger, no mustard. And could you bring two plates?”

“Sure thing,” she ripped the order from the pad and walked away towards the window that separated the front of the house from the kitchen. Bell ringing as she alerted the cook to the new order.

“So,” you began and Steve raised his eyebrows at you.

“What brings you into town?” You ignored his previous confession, not able to believe you were the only reason he was here. He pulled at his hair, muscles flexing with his movements.

“Uh, just needed to get away,” he laughed awkwardly.

“And you came to Hawkins for a vacation?” You giggled and grabbed for your straw, unwrapping the paper and plopping the plastic into your water.

“Hawkins has a certain draw to it,” he shrugged and looked to you. His hazel eyes conveying a message he was working to put into words.

“A certain draw?” You leaned in, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it again.

“Wanted to see you again,” he moved closer to you, elbows sliding along the tabletop.

“One date wasn’t enough?” You let out a choked laugh and took a drink of your water. Heart thumping as you began to pull at your fingers. He grabbed your hand more easily, thumb rubbing across your knuckles.

“No, truthfully it wasn’t,” he shook his head, eyeing the tabletop as he continued.

“On our date, when we were at the beach, it was the first time that the world around me faded away. God, I know that sounds cheesy but it was the first time in a long time that I didn’t care about the pap shot or the next day’s headlines. I just felt at peace, the version of myself that I want to be,” he looked back up at you now. A little more exposed, mossy eyes vulnerable and anticipating your scrutiny.

“And what version is that?” You rubbed your thumb against his palm in encouragement.

“Just Steve,” he let out a small chuckle and you squeezed his hand.

“I like just Steve,” you agreed. Before you could say more you were interrupted by Jude announcing her presence, reciting your orders as she pushed your plates onto the table. You hummed as you dipped a fry into a dollop of ketchup and savored the saltiness. Steve split his burger in two and slid a half across to your side. You looked up at him a little confused.

“In case you wanted more than fries,” he pointed at your half with his knife before placing it down and digging into his. You smiled to yourself in satisfaction as you nibbled on your burger and drank long drags of your chocolate shake. Not sharing as much as you’d promised but Steve didn’t mind.

The two of you walked hand in hand back to his car, the small glow of the moon guiding you. You weren’t ready for the night to end or for Steve to let go of your hand. He stopped in front of the passenger door and smoothed his palms up your arms, goosebumps sprouting where they touched.

“Can I see you tomorrow?” You nodded instinctively and eyed the plush of his lips.

“I can pick you up in the morning?” You nodded but then remembered.

“No,” you shook your head and hid your face.

“Is the afternoon better?” He asked a little confused as you continued to shake your head.

“I forgot that I have to work tomorrow,” you looked at him with a jut of your lip, disappointment coloring your features. Steve rubbed reassuring circles into your flesh and brought you closer.

“That’s okay, we can do something after if you’re not too tired.” You nodded at him, eyes trained on his sincere gaze.

“I won’t be too tired,” you promised.

“Great, I will pick you up at eight,” he leaned closer to you. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your pout, the whisper of his lips against yours.

“Sounds perfect,” you agreed and pushed onto your tiptoes to close the space. His lips melded into yours. Slow and sweet like cinnamon. His hands moved to your face, thumb brushing against your jaw and fingers curling in your hair. Your hands tangled into his shirt pulling at him as the kiss deepened. You wanted more than before, needed more. His thumb pulled at your mouth asking for permission and you granted him access. Tongue flat and wet against his. You hummed in bliss, getting lost in his kisses until you were lightheaded and in need of air. He pulled away, pupils a little blown, fingers splayed against your cheek. Rubbing against the softness of your skin. Your chest was heaving, lungs desperate for oxygen but eyes locked on his.

“Fuck, I’ve been thinking about kissing you since the night at the beach. Wished I had kissed you more,” he confessed and you smiled a little dumb. Goofy grin wide at his sincerity.

“I’ve been thinking of you too,” you revealed. He kissed you once more, a soft peck against your lips before he pulled away to open your door.

“I should get you home,” you slid into your seat, fingers rubbing against your lips as if you couldn’t believe it. Steve plopped into his seat, started the car, and drove you home. Your hand wrapped in his, the wind whirring as the two of you drove in starlight. He pulled up in front of your trailer and helped you to the front door. An excuse for another kiss, a proper goodbye.

Eddie had heard the noise of a car, saw the headlights stopped in front of your place and became curious. He moved to the front window of his shared trailer and pushed the curtains open. Heart in his throat when he noticed you tangled in Steve’s arms, lips locked together. Eddie dropped his head as he closed the curtains, turning towards the kitchen and grabbing a beer before he moved the couch. He stared at the remote propped on the makeshift coffee table, a little sullen. A storm raging in his head. It wasn’t just a little crush, Eddie loved you something big but he could never admit it. Worried about ruining your friendship but now he agonized over the truth because now either way he stood a chance of losing you. He chugged the rest of his beer, adamant that he’d confess.

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Trinity Lovers

Summary: Your relationship was unique and could be taboo, but having Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson love you equally was more than enough for you.

Warnings: SMUT! 18+ only on this piece! THIS IS A SMUT ONE SHOT, NOT MINORS FROM HERE ON OUT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

W/C: 2,927

A/N: My first attempt at a Steve and Eddie and Reader paring. I had a thought about it while flying home from visiting family and I want t throw it out there and see if it sticks! It's not a long piece, very short and sweet! I hope you like it :)

Sequel: Gotta Stay High

"Oh….oh God…"

"Nuh uh…try again."

"E-Eddie…fuck!"

"Much better, baby."

The room was filled with a haze. A mixture of pleasure and love, lust no doubt was evident as gasps and moans were heard and filled the small space of your bedroom. Thankfully, your parents were gone for the weekend, and it took them some convincing that you were going to be okay without them watching over you. Because of the recent events of Hawkins almost collapsing in on itself and the Upside Down coming to the real world. Hawkins was safe and sound, still repairing itself from the damage, but nothing else was going to bring pain or misery.

You made that night worthwhile, with the two boys that held your heart.

Eddie came first, the pair of you meeting your freshman year at Hawkins High School and clicking together because of your unique energy. You liked that he was quirky and went to the beat of his own drum. He loved metal music, blaring it on his cassette tape and over his mop of hair with his headphones. You didn't mind, not with him smirking at you and making you laugh and snort milk out of your nose. As you two got older and hung together day after day, the romantic feelings came to the surface and you were like magnets. He kissed you under the stars at his trailer park, the two of you star gazing after taking a few hits from his weed and feeling so giddy about being close to one another.

Once you kissed, it was game over for you.

He loved you with all of him, bringing out new sides of you that you never thought you had. He was kind and gentle with you in public and at school holding hands from class to class and carrying your books while doing so. You went to his band rehearsals and attended a few Dungeons and Dragon campaigns, seeing the raw organic side of Eddie that was purely happy and joyful. In return, he would come to the dance recitals that you were part of with your ballet company. It was a stereotypical coupling pair: the ballerina with the metalhead. But you two didn't care at all. He was proud to sit in the seats and see you dance, giving you flowers after your show and scooping you in his arms. You met his Uncle, who was very to you and a big gruff. He met your parents, both were skeptical of his appearance but were floored with his chivalrous behavior with you.

You both evolved from kissing into heavy petting, which felt like a natural wave that you both were riding. You loved the feeling of his calloused and guitar-playing fingers against your legs and arms, how he kissed the air out of your lungs with every push of his lips against yours, and most of all, how you could both be a puddle and a powerful being at the same time under him as you both made out on your bed. He was like the purest and strongest drug in the world, you never wished to let him go or away from your hands. At first, you wondered if he felt the same way and if he felt that same level of love you did for him when you two had sex for the first time.

In that split second, feeling him enter you and hover about you with such a look of genuine affection and euphoria in his eyes and on his lips, you knew it was true. He stared at you as if you were the only person ever on the planet, not just in his bed at his trailer in the middle of the night, but throughout the planet. You felt it all within your veins, under your skin, and simmering in your blood, that bond you two had was thickened and amplified. You knew sex shouldn't be a big deal, not in the way your friends talked about it and how it was both a regular topic and also taboo at Hawkins High.

But to you, sex was beyond everything for you and Eddie.

So there, at that moment when you were covered in a thin sheet of sweat and Eddie thrusting in and out of you with his hands all against your breasts, you felt that high again. It was singing under your skin and your skull, it hummed against your heart and blood, and it made you feel both dizzy and alert at the same time. He knew how to push those buttons within you to make you speechless, to make your eyes roll back, or to simply scream out in pure pleasure. It was the very same the night, and the way he was fucking you would make you fall to the bed limply and take it.

But there was a body behind you, his hands on your hips to hold you still as every thrust was making you moan.

"Oh…please. P-please Eddie! It feels so good!" You moaned loudly as Eddie was still hitting that spot inside of you, deep and hard and making your own tits bounce as you were leaning back on the shoulder of the man behind you, finding nowhere else to go or lean on as your eyes went to Eddie. Seeing him covered in sweat and his hair splattered to his shoulders and neck was just arousing from how hard and deep he was fucking you. You saw the lust in his eyes, his tongue sticking out and the grunts coming out of his crimson lips.

"Goddamn….do you see her, Harrington?" Eddie grunted out as he was going a bit deeper inside of you now and moaning loudly and crudely in the process, "She looks so good, doesn't she? Can you see it?"

"No, but I can feel it, Munson!"

Steve Harrington, the last person you two thought you would ever fall in love with, behind you just as bare as you and holding your hips in place.

He came out of nowhere for you two. You two never thought he would look your way, not to mention talk to the pair of you since you both were a pair since your sophomore year. He was a popular kid, Steve always was with his charming smile and the smooth fashion sense he had too. Sure he was decent around certain students and teachers, but there was never a probability of him looking your way. Neither you nor with Eddie, and you were fine with it. He was cordial with you two, and his charm was always upfront even after he graduated.

But the Upside Down and Vecna brought you all together.

Eddie being framed for the death and murder of Chrissy Cunningham was the main tether that snapped in place. Eddie called you and explained all that happened, you rushing to him and seeing that he wasn't alone. One freshman from Hellfire Club named Dustin Henderson, some of Dustin's other friends, and Steve Harrington in tow with Robin Buckley, a mutual friend of yours. Steve was a bit floored to see you embrace him, sighing in relief and not letting him go anytime soon in that boathouse.

You didn't know when it happened, or how it happened, but Steve snuck into the back of your mind. You didn't mean for it to occur, even with you all running for your lives to fight against some demon named Vecna that's been murdering kids and trying to snare more in his mind games, or seeing a new world called the Upside Down that looked like a demonic version of Hawkins. But Steve knew this place and what was at stake, as well as Dustin's friends. It was only you and Eddie who never knew and never once encountered it, but you were willing to help fight this Vecna being just to protect Eddie. Steve was willing to protect you both, which surprised you because of how natural it was for him to protect you and keep you safe.

Even during the last final moments in The Upside Down, seeing Eddie taking on demon bats and almost dying in your arms made your heart break into a thousand pieces. You thought he was gone, passing out for a brief moment with blood on his lips and a small smile there on his face as you felt Steve walk up behind you to place a hand on your shoulder. You moved, gasping for air and falling into his arms. Steve hugged you tight, not saying a word since he knew you were grieving. But only a few seconds later, Eddie opened his eyes and groaned. You smiled widely, still in Steve's arms and moving back to Eddie with a millisecond.

You never realized how Steve was watching you two embrace each other, a hint of love there.

"I can't…I don't think I can make it last….," you moaned, almost like a whimper as Eddie was getting you so close to cumming, your hands move back to cling onto Steve's biceps as he held your hips both gently and possessively. Your mind was in a haze, almost going blank as the thrusts were getting a bit sloppier and intense, a sure sign that Eddie was about to orgasm himself. Your legs were intertwined with Steve's own thighs, his way of bracketing you and keeping you in one place while one of his fingers was threatening to go close to your pussy, you moaning with every push Eddie was giving you and you whimpering into Steve's neck. His lips were against your cheek and jaw, almost trying to breathe like you and feel that pleasure you were getting through his hold on your hips. His own cock, snugged against your ass, was rock hard and nearly dripping.

"Oh, I think we both know you can, babe," Steve hummed against your jaw, licking a hint of sweat as you both were watching Eddie fucking you and almost teetering into the orgasm that was under his skin and near his mouth. You hung on for dear life, feeling every thrust and letting grunt be heard out loud with no sense of hiding it. Eddie's hands were clutching your thighs, his rings were almost denting into the softness of your legs but you didn't care. Your own fingers were sporting Eddie and Steve's class rings, a gift they both gave you when you all decided to be in a relationship together. They both decided on their rings, thinking it was best. It warmed our heart to see them both pale their rings in your fingers a small step in the direction of where your relationship was going.

On one hand Eddie's ring stayed, and Steve's ring was on the other. It was meant to be. A trinity of lovers.

Seeing Eddie move in front of you, riding that high of being in the pleasure with you, and Steve almost emotionally there too was raw and so massive. You considered yourself so lucky in how these two were in love with you, the three of you together in this unique but loving tether that felt no end.

You loved Eddie, far more than anything. But now with Steve, that love amplified.

It happened so easily right after Hawkins was saved. You three are leaning on each other in the gym and seeing the citizens of Hawkins come to heal and help one another. You were in the middle of course, Eddie on one side and Steve on the other. Eddie clutched your hand in a death grip, not wanting to let you go since he nearly died in the Upside Down, and your head was on his shoulder to find some peace. Steve was sitting next to you, saying nothing but watching the people moving around to embrace one another. Within a few moments, his fingers slipped into yours. it felt natural, his palm against yours like it was meant to be there. Neither of you thought it was unusual, nor did either one of you pull away from the touch.

From there, it was history.

"I'm about to cum." You gasped in a broken tone, Eddie grinning widely as he was snapping his hips and you were arching against Steve into Eddie. You felt hands everywhere, Steve's breath against your jawline and his hair melting into yours as his fingers were dangerously close to your pussy, right where Eddie's cock was going in and out of you sloppily but sinfully. The sound alone was orgasmic, and the slapping of skin and his balls against your ass was enticing as Steve's fingers were tempting you. You wanted to tell him to move them, to touch your pussy and get you off. But the way Eddie was railing you and making you lose your concentration made it hard to talk or form a single word.

"You can do it, baby," Steve cooed at you, his hand was now hovering over where you and Eddie were connected as Eddie was going harder and harder and your own breath was lost with every push, "You know how beautiful you look when you cum? When Eddie makes you cum? God….it's amazing. I can watch you let go every day if I could., you're Goddamn gorgeous!"

You moaned loudly from hearing Steve's words being pushed into your skin. You briefly looked at Eddie, your glazed eyes were seeing how Eddie too was affected by what Steve was saying. Steve had a way with words, knowing how to make a girl melt or swoon with his silver tongue. it was the same way when you three got into a relationship with one another, saying the right phrase and confessing his affections for you like it was second nature. When you three were interacting with one another, alone from any other prying eyes, Steve loved talking dirty to the pair of you and riling you both up within seconds.

Even after the Upside Down and saving the world, Steve never lead you astray with his words. It was almost a profession, the three of you needed to be together in such an intimate way to remember how much you love one another. Now that Hawkins High was long behind the three of you, and a bright future was near your fingertips, you all made a vow to go together. Steve almost lost you both in the Upside Down, and he wasn't going to lose you again.

"Please let me cum!" you whimpered, Steve's hand finally touching your clit and rolling it slowly with his finger, "I wanna cum….fuck please….please….please please please!"

"Fuck!" Eddie grunted as he was still going at it with you, his face was etched so close to orgasming himself as Steve was now rubbing reverent circles against your clit as he moved one hand to touch and massage a breast. You keened, your eyes closing and your hands released from Steve's arms to hover and grip onto nothing. That edge was right there, about to teeter off and you wanted it so bad.

"Go on, Munson. Make our girl cum," Steve demanded against your neck as you knew he was staring lustful eyes at Eddie. You barely opened your eyes, seeing Eddie look back at Steve as he was fucking you. They were having a moment, Steve watched while Eddie was making you cum and you were right in the middle of their love and dedication to you. You saw it in his eyes, in the brown eyes that you loved since the start, looking at Steve with so much lust and euphoria.

That alone made you cum. Hard.

You howled, Steve wrapping an arm around your waist to you hold against him as Eddie moved three more times before he too was cumming loudly. Your body was shaking from the plateau you were on, feeling the pleasure from the time of your head to your fingertips as Eddie was filling you and coating your walls. Steve's fingers were still on your clit, not stopping for a moment as you and Eddie were orgasming together. It felt like your energies, all three of them, were melting into one and it felt like the cosmos above you were exploding and expanding at the same time.

Sharing this with Steve and Eddie, it felt like an honor to have them love you and love each other equally.

Eddie collapsed against you, his own moans were vibrating against your chest and neck as you two were calming down from that high that hit you hard. You were going limp, all that pent-up energy was now lost as you felt Steve caressing your shaking and sweaty skin. You mewled, Eddie melting into you as your hand moved to massage Eddie'a bareback while he clung to you and Steve in desperation. The three of you, morphing together as one in your love and the devotion you had together held no bounds and had no need to be explained to others.

"Jesus H. Christ." Eddie gasped against your shoulder, moving his lips to kiss you whoever he could as your head into his hair. You felt Steve move to place his own hands along Eddie's arms, almost wishing to soothe him as you were between them. No matter the sweat, the scent of sex that was lingering in the air, and the soft feel of the autumn air coming into the room, you three were in the moment. You never wanted it to end, and deep down you knew it wouldn't.

Eddie moved up to kiss your lips, the shaking lips on yours makes you calm down and moan slightly as your fingers in one hand move to be in his hair. The other, slowly and carefully, moved down along Stave's rib from behind you to be between his own legs. You touched his cock, holding it softly as Steve gasped hotly against your hair. Pulling away from Eddie, you watched his reaction to Steve's slight moan.

Eddie cocked a grin, you mirroring him as Eddie gestured his head to Steve behind you.

"Up for a round, big boy?"

The End.

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goblinpuppy35 · 6 months

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Paw Prints in Fresh Soil

Part 1 - (Next Chapter)

Professor Remus x Male Reader

Summary: While teaching at Hogwarts Professor Lupin tries his best to conceal his strong crush for the green fingered grounds keeper Y/N but soon a strong friendship blooms into something more.

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It was a cool morning at the start of autumn, leaves were already starting to collect in the courtyard at Hogwarts and Remus was grateful for his thick cloak above his suit as he strolled down the stone corridors with the company of Harry and his friends. The amount of praise he was getting from his students in regards to the quality of his Defence against the Dark Arts classes was rather overwhelming for Remus, he felt deep joy in his heart knowing he was making a positive impact in these children's education. Harry's friend Hermione was asking him one question after another and the Proffesor was doing his best to keep up with this incredibly intelligent young witch however once he caught the site of the staff room door he did feel a small rush of relief. His social energy was starting to wither.

He opened the door swiftly, starting to bid the children goodbye and began to stride forward but luckily haulted upon his heels as to not knock into the much smaller figure on the other side of the door way. The younger gentleman's eyes had widened with the abrupt door opening and had clearly given him a scare. He raised his hand to his chest, palm pressing onto a very nice brown waistcoat. He was as formally dressed as a fellow teacher but had rolled his shirt sleveas beyond his elbows and had on thick worker gloves. Simailry his trousers were rolled up and instead of dress shoes he wore worker boots covered in mud. It was very common for Remus to frighten others when he loomed in door ways, he had just stared to form an apology between his lips when, "Sorry, hello. yes .. sorry" came out of the smaller man's mouth in a rush, despite his shock the panic on his face had faded and he smiled although made no direct eye contact with Remus. He smiled in the vague direction of Remus' chest and then proceeded to shift pass the Proffesor and walk down the hallway.

"Proffesor.. Proffesor are you alright?" asked Hermione who observed their teachers eyes following the figure walk down the hall with great focus. "Who is that?" Proffesor Lupin asked aloud without even thinking. "That's the new grounds keeper .. I don't know his name tho", Ron scoffed quietly at Hermione's answer "why do you know everything?". The bickering between the two students faded out of Remus' ear shot as he was still glued to watching the man walk away. "I'll see you later children" and without hesitation Remus ran after the man leaving his students behind and bewildered.

Eventually Remus made his way into the courtyard at the back of the school which stretched towards the grounds before dropping off towards to Womping Willow. With all the children returning to their classes it didn't take Remus long to pick out the gentleman, he was lifting pre chopped wood into a large rusty wheelbarrow. Remus was shocked by his own boldness as he approached the hunched figure. "Um.. hi .. hello, look I'm sorry if I scared you there. That was completely my fault. I'm Proffesor Lupin, Defence against the dark art teacher, I don't think we've met" Remus was holding out his hand as the man lifted his head up toward him. The crouching man smiles warmly before lifting himself up, chucking the last amount of wood into the wheelbarrel and taking Remus' hand in a light handshake. "It's fine really, I get easily spooked unfortunately, I'm Y/N"

Both man partook in an awkward handshake which made them both chuckle softly, recognising the social inept in one another. "Are you the new grounds keepers?" Remus asks, trying to hold back the excitement in his voice traveling from the thought of making a freind closer to his age. "Grounds keeper, gardening, occasionally herbology assistant, whatever Hagrid or other teachers need from me really, I do" Y/N said with another nervous chuckle rubbing the back of his neck with his gloves hand. Y/N's little laugh pleased Remus greatly, it automatically caused the corner of his lip to lift up. "It's parcular that I've never seen you before considering your a member staff" Remus mused playfully but then hesitated as he saw this comment draw out a uncomfortable expression on Y/Ns face, he looked off across the hills ahead of them. "Yeah .. I try to keep to myself when I can .. a lot of the teachers here are a little standoffish to me" and with that Y/N leaned down and lifted up the large wheelbarrow in preparation to move it. "I know the feeling" Remus couldn't helped but sigh though he was very aware why the other teachers were uncertain of him. Why they all refused to do the night patrols with him. It baffled Remus what could possibly be so off putting about the seemingly charming young man in front of him.

"Well, it was a pleasure to properly meet you Proffesor Lupin" Y/N began as he started to walk away "and um if you require any .. defense against the art dark related needs you know where to find me ... not that I imagine you would" again Y/N soft nervous laugh swirled around Remus' head as he meekly waved goodbye towards Y/N and let the man make his way down the grassy path.

Remus watched the man for a moment, rocking back and forth on his heels from the cold. Small clouds of warm breath bellowed out under his moustache and yet a little part of him felt warm inside. Comforted even by this brief encounter. Remus hoped he would be able to see this new potential friend again soon.

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beetlebug-bii · 11 months

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Feral Child MC Arrives

Part one? Let me know if you want more feral child MC with their older brothers. Felt bored so have this funky little crack prompt.

Notes: Gender Neutral MC, slight cussing, written for fun, enjoy!

okay so moving to the Devildom was a whole choice you made

Like yeah you were an orphan

and like maybe- MAYBE YOU WERE A LITTLE UPSET WITH MISS VELA THE HEADMASTER OF THE ORPHANAGE OKAY

MAYBE SHE SHOULDN'T HAVE LET THE OTHER BRATTY KIDS COME AND JUST STEAL YOUR ONLY PAIR OF SHOES LIKE WHO DOES THAT??? YOU ONLY GOT ONE PAIR??? THAT WAS A TARGETED CRIME.

so maybe in response you didn't tell anyone that you- yes YOU got accepted into a ROYAL ACADEMY.

Steal my shoes? fine whatever, guess who gets to go to ROYAL SCHOOL

NOT YOU LOSERS

your face is probably already on milk cartons...

Rest in peace MC you can already hear those shoe stealers saying while wearing YOUR FUCKIN SHOES

But then like you actually showed up

And you aren't sure if you were met with like

Instant Karma for being petty or-

Anyways you're kind of sort of in hell

Whoopsies

It's okay though because you absolutely won over the highest demons in the Devildom

...wait actually thinking about it that really doesn't sound like a good thing-

Whatever

You're here, they love you!

You have been slaying since you arrived.

You walked into the student council room day one, a pair of sunglasses and a mocha latte from Starbucks in hand

You stole that latte too, like you were in the hall and just snatched it from this loser with white hair-

oh shit

Heyyyyyy

You were quick to find out

The demon you stole from was actually Mammon, the avatar of greed and your babysitter.

Let's just say Mammon wasn't especially happy about being a little thiefs babysitter

Which may or may not have received the MOST bombastic side eye from his five other brothers.

Aside from that though, how did your arrival go you may be wondering?

Lucifer just sat with his head in his hands, so upset that they have two children in this program- but damn at least one of them was an angel, then there was you- only comparable to a small glass rodent

Levi was sitting dreading having to move all his collectibles and games and- you know what?? maybe he will just invest in a security system...he so doesn't want to be a babysitter...whatever its Mammon's job..........fuck he was gonna have to be the babysitter!!! Mammon never does his job!!!

Satan could have cared less if you were three or eighty-seven, you're just some human and he was so ready to ask so many questions (unfortunately for him you're kind of a little sarcastic shithead / affectionate. he ain't getting any reasonable answers but he doesn't know that yet shhh let him be happy for like three minutes before he realizes.

Asmo? Asmodeus. My dude. Was so. Fucking. Excited. He was immediately squeezing you and pinching your cheeks and taking pictures of you in your little sunglasses. It's been FOREVER since Asmo has had the chance to absolutely coddle a little sibling. He was the first to just accept that yeah, this human is ours, we aren't giving it back. He was already planning to take you shopping for new clothes, and new furniture, you are going to be the most spoiled kid in the universe...and all you have to give in return is like any sense of privacy. Now smile for the camera!

Beel. Sweet sweet beel. Was also so quick to accept you. Not quite as part of the family, but as a new little friend. He was a bit worried to get close because you're just so tiny, but he quickly found out you were feral when he went in for a handshake and you just...bit him. For why? Why would you do this? Like he's fine, he barely felt it, but like...does he taste good? Did you want to be picked up? You were like a smaller Belphie with more energy...that thought made him smile

Your first day with the brothers was quite flabbergasting for everyone involved

You stole from Mammon, bit Beel, scampered around the floor, chewed on Diavolo's jacket, escaped for a while

By the end of the day the brothers were exhausted from chasing you

Its been too long since a kid has been around

They are far too out of practice

Mega L for them, while they're sleeping you're gonna make pancakes

Do you know how to use the stove?

Nah

Are you confident regardless

Unfortunately yeah

Good luck to the brothers

They're gonna need it...

...both for technically kidnapping you and because they have to deal with you-

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julesthequirky · 10 days

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Theirs: Chapter One

All my work is purely aimed at those 18+ so minors kindly, DNI.

Summary: You've just moved back to Helena after getting fired from your previous job. Desperate for cash you become a dancer at a strip club. Strong-willed and independent, you've never needed a man, that is until you meet the handsome Sheriff of Helena. Gentle and considerate, he melts your heart in a way no Alpha could. Then there's Dean (not Winchester). Rough-around-the-edges, with tattoos covering him from head to toe, and a heated stare that makes your heart race. But an Omega can only have one Alpha, right? That's what you've been taught. Only neither one will concede to the other, and you find yourself unable to choose.

Characters: You, OC Lou, mystery man.

Chapter warnings: Adult language, transgender OC (though, I don't truthfully see her as transgender anymore as she's fully transitioned).

W/C: 1, 609

A/N: I haven't abandoned The Choice, so don't worry! :) I'm going to try and post alternating chapters.

You sat on the lumpy couch, surrounded by boxes scribbled with ‘kitchen’ or ‘bedroom’ on. You didn’t have the energy just yet to start unpacking. With your head in your hands, you assessed how you came to be here, in your aunt’s trailer, back in Helena, with no job and your bank account quickly dwindling.

It was simple. You’d fucked up. Punched your boss in the nose, and oh, God, it had sprayed like a fountain, but in your defence, he’d said one too many derogatory things about Omegas behind your back, and you’d had enough.

With your finances in dire straits, you could no longer afford the blockers that kept your heat away. If you didn’t figure things out pretty quickly, you’d be going through Hell soon.

You surveyed the boxes scattered around the living area. This was your life. If you’d held your anger…Hell, even counted to ten, or even a hundred…then maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t be in this situation… However, feeling sorry for yourself was gonna get you nowhere. You knew that. But you couldn’t help it.

Your phone buzzed beside you. You sighed and picked it up. It was an old-school friend you hadn’t spoken to in years. You tapped on the DM, instantly opening up the app.

Lou: Heard y’all were back in town. We should meet up, grab a drink, and catch up! XXX

The image in the profile portrayed a woman with long brown hair and bright blue eyes that you definitely recognised. She sure looked familiar. And as you wracked your brains, it came to you. She used to be a he.

No way. You smiled, remembering how Lou was in school. You’d catch them staring off into space, watching girls go about their activities as you both sat on the bleachers. You thought that maybe Lou fancied them. Guess not. Just going through some things and trying to understand who they were, just like you and everyone else. And maybe she did fancy girls as well. You weren’t gonna judge.

By the looks of it, Lou still went by Lou, as her profile name indicated. You fired back a message telling her you’d be delighted to. It would be good to catch up with an old friend. You wondered where she was in life. Hopefully in a better place than you were.

That’s exactly what you did. You dug into your suitcase, found a shimmery little number and donned your favourite cowboy boots for comfort.

You returned to your old stomping ground, The Silver Dollar. It was old as dirt, with old wood built into a classic saloon style. And it was packed. Bodies heaved as you pushed your way through, looking for Lou, memorising the image from her social media account.

A mix of scents accosted your nose. Beta colognes and perfumes that made your nose itch, earthy Alpha scents and the occasional sweeter scent of an Omega.

Heads turned as you made your way through to the bar, whereupon Lou sat on a stool, drinking a beer.

She looked amazing. Barely recognisable from her old self, but you guessed that was the whole point. She had a great figure, jeans that hugged her in all the right places and a low-cut top to show off her ample cleavage. Fuck. You were jealous and found you were quickly developing a girl crush.

Lou slid off her seat and enveloped you in a hug. You wrapped your arms around her, giving her a meaningful hug. It felt good to be here. Maybe getting fired wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

When she pulled back, she whistled.

“Look at you. You look so grown up.”

You laughed. Grown-up was right.

“What about you. You’re the one that’s changed much more than me.”

Lou grinned from ear to ear. And your heart almost burst with happiness for her. She nodded, grabbed her beer and took a sip.

“High school was a struggle. I didn’t show it cause it was a me thing. I thought I just fancied girls, but I somehow knew it was more than that. I didn’t wanna just be with a girl. I wanted to be one.”

Lou had been one of your best friends in school, and you regretted not keeping in touch with her. Life moved quickly in those years, and before you knew it, ten years had passed.

“Well, I’m really sorry I didn’t keep in touch. I should’ve.”

Lou waved a hand dismissively.

“Naw, I was Hell to be around when I was transitioning. Who knew oestrogen was a bitch. Felt like I was experiencing puberty all over again.”

You laughed and nodded. Being a woman certainly came with its hormonal challenges.

“Anyway, look at you. Gunna catch everyone’s eye in that.”

You looked down at the silver sequined dress. You were a damn glitterball. You blushed, suddenly bashful of the attention.

She grabbed the bartender’s attention and waved him over.

“What’s your poison?”

“Jim Bean and coke.”

She slammed her hand on the bartop.

“And that’s what you’ll have. Barkeep! Make my stunning friend her drink of choice!”

You laughed, cheeks hurting from laughing so much. It felt good to let loose. And Lou certainly was mesmerising.

Lou insisted on paying for your first drink. No matter how much you protested, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

The first whiskey and coke went down way too easily. As did the second. And the third.

You drank to forget your problems. And to have a good time.

Lou rested her hand on your shoulder.

“I know a troubled soul when I see one. What’s up?”

You shrugged.

“Jus’ ev’rythin’.”

You turned, giving her your attention.

“It’s dumb. But the reason why I came back is cause I got fired. I haven’t found a job yet, and I’m kinda panicking.”

A look of concern crossed her face, and the hand on your shoulder squeezed gently.

“It’s a shitty situation. But you’re back home. You got your family, and you got me. What about your Alpha?”

You snorted.

“Ain’t got one of them.”

“Well…take your pick. We got an abundance of ‘em in Helena. An’ for no damn reason…” She trailed off and raised her beer bottle to her lips again.

“If I don’t find a job real soon, a bunch of them might be hammering down my door when I go into heat.”

“If it’s a job you want, I got an idea. You might not like it. Just how desperate are you?”

“I’d do anything. Hell, I’m at the point where I might just go and stand on the damn street corner. That’s how desperate I am.”

She hmmed. She twisted her body to reach for something in her bag. It was a pen and a jotter. She scribbled something down and passed the sticky note to you. It was a number.

“Just remember, I told you you might not like it, but seeing as you’re desperate. It’s easy money. Great money, in fact. I worked there for a little while, too, so I can put in a good word.”

Your eyebrows raised. “Thanks. You didn’t have to, y’know.”

“Just…wear that dress, and you’ll be right in.”

“Lou…” You said in a warning tone.

You didn’t understand why you’d have to wear a silver dress to a job interview. And you knew she was withholding information.

She sighed.

“Fine. It’s a strip club,” she started, raising her hands up, seeing you about to protest. “It’s really good money, just call the number. You won’t regret it.”

You had reservations. For one, it was a strip club. And you were an Omega. That limited what you could do. You weren’t sure you were that desperate. Yet. Regardless, you tucked the Post-It in your cowboy boot for safekeeping.

“Atta girl. Now, let’s just get shit-faced.”

That you had no problem in agreeing to.

Plenty of drinks later, you and Lou giggled like schoolgirls into your drinks, heads leant close together.

“C’mon, tell me, when you were all healed, how often did you touch yourself?”

Lou giggled and leant even closer, her voice dropping, just for you to hear.

“Girl, I got so wet over the stupidest things. Had my fingers inside myself more than out. Thank you, Dr Warren, for blessing me with such a great pussy.”

You giggled into your drink. You could attest to getting horny over dumb things. Thankfully, you’d calmed down, but those late teen years had been something else.

“I remember shaving my vajayjay for the first time, and I found myself hella horny. Like, nobody tells you that! I think I humped the armrest of my couch just to get some kind of relief.”

She snorted. Then you heard the rumbling of a deep chuckle.

“Sure would have found some relief under my tongue, that’s for sure.”

He said it quietly. More to himself than to anyone.

You turned to the owner of the deep masculine voice, a retort ready on your tongue, but it died the moment you saw the burly giant of a man.

His eyes pierced yours. You couldn’t tell if they were brown or hazel. Tendrils of hair framed his face, and the rest was pulled up in a bun. Tats covered his arms, neck, and every bit of skin on his body, as evident from the massive hole in his muscle tee. He held a tumbler with amber liquid inside, swilling the contents, and your eyes honed in on his fingers, where intricate patterns covered each digit.

He was a modern-day Viking.

Then you felt it. The slight quiver in your pussy.

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Broken Telephone Pt. 2

It’s been a couple of days since your chat with Kugisaki, and it was safe to say it was the absolute last thing on your mind. Right now, much more important tasks are taking up your thoughts.

“Oi, Itadori, how big is the difference between oranges and clementines?” The grocery store light flickers slightly above you, but it doesn’t take your focus off the shelf of ingredients. You hear his heavy sigh fill the aisle, breaking the serene music playing through the speakers of the store.

“How should I know?” His voice sounded tired, but maybe it’s because you dragged him grocery shopping at ten PM.

In your defence, you hadn’t realized how barren your mini fridge and shelf were until nine.

You make a sound of agreement. “You’re right, I shouldn’t have expected an answer from someone like you.” Itadori makes an offended noise. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You stand up straight, ignoring his question. “I’ll just get both then.” You say to yourself, taking a small bag of both fruits and putting them in the basket Itadori was holding, full of an assortment of other products. You see him narrow his eyes at you.

“Why did you bring me out here again?” He asks, following you to the checkout counter. “Is it not obvious? I needed someone to hold my stuff.” You start taking stuff out of the basket, handing them to the tired-looking clerk, who was looking at the two of you with eyes of distaste, clearly upset for making them have to work.

“You realize I’m not your butler right?” You don’t answer right away, giving the money to the clerk and taking the bags of your groceries in turn, passing a few to Itadori, which he takes, despite his previous statement. It makes you smile slightly, eyes turning to tease.

“Oh, are you sure? I was going to bake you a cake as thanks later…” While it sounded like a jest, you were being completely truthful. Baking had become somewhat of a hobby lately. It brought a calm to you, and in the life that you’re in, it was definitely a welcomed feeling.

The doors of the grocery store open automatically, making a little noise as you walk past the sensor, and onto the clear street. Moon shining brightly on the street, the night sky clear without a cloud in sight.

“I don’t think I want a cake from someone who doesn’t even know the difference between basic fruits…” You laugh a little, nudging him playfully, and he just gives you a warm smile in return. You both start your somewhat long walk back to the school in silence, with you basking in the serenity of the night, making your chest warm in comfort.

“Hey…” Itadori starts, and you hum.

“Do you really find Fushiguro more attractive than me?”

The nice feeling in your chest you’d felt was gone in an instant. You’ve stopped walking and whipped your head to Itadori, face a little more flushed than you would’ve thought. Itadori’s face is impressively passive for the question he just asked. It makes you all that more flustered.

“W-what?! Where the hell did that come from?”

“Kugisaki told me.” His short reply caused you to grit your teeth and clench your fists, the plastic bags in your grasp stretching from the tension. Now would be a good example of when your shamelessness was a bad thing.

Damn it all.

“I swear to-“

“She meant it as an insult, but I don’t really mind it. You were never my type either.” He cuts you off, “Though I never would’ve thought you’d like someone like Fushiguro…” Your face flushes harder.

“What’s that supposed to-“

“But I really need to know,” Itadori interjects again, looking away and putting his hand on his chin, the groceries in his hand swaying from the movement. “Did you really tell Kugisaki that you wouldn’t mind being fucked seven ways to Sunday by Fushi-“

You knew that Itadori was built like a tank, and even without cursed energy, he was a beast. So realistically, nothing would’ve happened if you whipped him with your boatload of groceries.

Which is why you put a little bit of cursed energy into it.

The result led him to pause and let out a gruntled noise, clutching his stomach in somewhat agony. Had he known it was coming, it probably wouldn’t have done anything.

But the element of surprise is incredibly deadly.

“What sack load of shit are you spewing? I never said any of that!” You couldn’t look at him, far too mortified at the words he’d said. Fucked seven ways to Sunday… Are you kidding me Kugisaki?

You’d never admit that those words sounded somewhat appealing though.

“So you don’t like Fushiguro then?” Itadori appears at your side, fully recovered like ten seconds ago didn’t happen. Damn his resilience…

“I-“ You hesitate, trying to figure a way out of this situation. His observing eyes weren’t helping either. By the time fifteen seconds went by, you realized that you’d taken too long to answer the question, and therefore already giving him the answer he asked for.

But you’ll be damned if you didn’t try to dig yourself out of the hole you’re in.

“I like him a normal amount. And you’re allowed to find people attractive without having feelings for them.” You clear your throat, finally resuming the path to the school. “Come on, we’re already late.” You fail to see the sly smile form on Itadori’s face as he catches up with you, deciding to let the subject rest for now.

Not without one last jest though.

“If it makes you feel any better, Kugisaki and I think you’d be good together. You’d have very antisocial children though.” He didn’t need to see your face to know that you were blushing. You push him away from you, causing him to laugh a little. You huff at his antics.

“Shut up. You’re not allowed to joke with me like this. You lost that privilege after you ‘died’.”

“Huh?! Are you still not over that?” His voice turns whiny. You hold your annoyance firm.

“I hold grudges when it benefits me.” Itadori clicks his tongue.

“You’re mean like Fushiguro too. You’re practically made for each other.” You hear Itadori mutter that last bit, and you keep your face forward to try and make it seem like you’ve already gotten over the extremely embarrassing moment.

“Shut the hell up or you’ll be carrying all my groceries.” He laughs out loud again, cutting into the silence of the streets. During the whole way back you still hear him snicker now and then.

Oh, Kugisaki is going to pay for this.

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