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candywife333 · 7 months

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Body to Body

Part 2 of Just want to see you like that

This series is based on Jungkook's 3D and is probably going to have close to 6-7 parts, depending on where the storyline takes me. I'm feeling a bit dramatic, so expect a lot of angst. Tumblr is going to be referenced in this fic under a different name, Bumblr (I know, totally goofy name).

Summary: Y/N, an overworked employee at HYBE , only ever posted on Bumblr when she was feeling cornered. It was truly her escape. She didn't really do insta or even twitter. Most people would look at her and think this glass wearing quiet girl would most probably be posting pics of flowers and cute animals. But no, looks could be deceiving. Y/N's posts were far from innocent. In fact , they were borderline risque. She didn't expect anybody but a few horny people to come across these pics; people who would view and compliment in the best case scenario. What she didn't expect was that a certain star would be a regular consumer of her material. A star that technically had no business simping after her like that.

Disclaimer: This work is not representative of the real Jungkook's personality and behavior. It is merely fiction and please treat it as such.

Trigger Warning: voyeurism, exhibitionism, some swearing

Please don't read the fic if any of these themes are disturbing or offensive to you.

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Link to part 1- https://www.tumblr.com/mred435/729860379581235200/just-want-to-see-you-like-that

I didn't know how to process his behavior. They always seemed like really polite people, all of the BTS members. I wonder why Jungkook was acting like that. Usually he was really quiet and never spoke to any lower down staff in general. He had managers to do that for him. Maybe I should start referring to him in my head as Junglebook, cause he was really acting like Tarzan beating his chest because of a spoiled banana milk.

Actually , never mind , that would be an insult to Tarzan. Maybe he was having a bad day, or the fame had gotten to him. I guess that is why they say never meet your heroes, or idols. Not that he was either for me in particular. I had subliminally just always placed them on a pedestal I guess , with the way other staff always talked good things about them and with how world renowned the entire group became.

Forget it. Not like I cared. He could go complain if that is what he wanted to do. Don't threaten me with a good time, my dude. I didn't even like this job that much. I would just take more hours with my tutoring gig to cover the loss if I was getting fired.

Maybe my eyes were just deluding me. No way could he be my Mr.DaddyofPop. The man had access to supermodels and actresses, he would not be thirsting over me randomly. Preposterous. Utterly.

I received a call from Admin strangely enough just as I was making my way to the cafeteria to check in with them about inventory. I took the call and barely got time to even say anything as I heard a sound resembling frantic yodeling from Jessica (the bloody admin bitch with a stick up her ass), " Come to my office Y/N!!! You are in big trouble". The bitch always hated me, so I never took her pterodactyl screeching to heart. But now I was a little shocked. Was this dude's banana milk shit going to get me fired?

I walked to the office and stepped a foot in the door as Jessica vibrated with anger and yelled, almost spitting in my face, "What the hell did you to make Jungkook-ssi so pissed?! He is in an abysmal mood. And he even scolded me about the poor maintenance staff in front of Bang PD when I was in the meeting room! I am in charge of maintenance staff you little dipshit?!!! It reflects badly on me! DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND"?!!

I stared at her, calmly assessing her, as I firmly asked, "How is his banana milk my fault? I was not in charge of cleaning up in the evening yesterday. I don't even have a hierarchical position over the rest of the staff. Neither do I manage or speak for them. We are like free agents doing our work here and leaving". My statement seemed to make her even more enraged as she stabbed me with daggers in her eyes, "Well, I don't care whose fault it is! You are fired effective as of now! Insolent scum. You workers don't know your place".

I looked into her eyes that reminded me of vipers and dung and all things disgusting with the world as I vehemently sneered, "You think I fucking care, you bitch. Just cuz I've been quiet and tolerating your shit for the past 4 years, doesn't mean I don't remember what type of crap you have pulled around this place. You don't even do your job description justice, with how negligent you are about management in this building. I could go straight to Bang-PD and tell him all the mistakes I have had to cover for you in the past few years, because of your incompetence and lack of planning. Like , since when do maintenance crew type out meeting objectives and edit for grammar errors in powerpoints"???

She looked paralyzed as she froze with her mouth open, probably surprised that I was speaking up for myself (considering that I had silently been working without complaint for the past few years). I continued assertively, "Don't threaten me with a good time bitch. I don't tolerate tyranny, especially when I have no reason to. I get no pay raise, no praise for my work, or any satisfaction whatsoever. Why the hell should I care about little Jungkook's spoiled banana milk?? He's a little boy who takes big dumps that I can't even plunge completely when I have to clean his personal office bathroom. Maybe he should get on a diet, if you catch my drift".

I smirked , " You can fire me to save face with your bratty little pop star, and I simply don't care. You will realize whose work this building actually relies on when I am gone. Now, wire me the rest of my pay for this week and I will be gone without saying a word. Otherwise, Bang-PD will hear about all your stupidity with evidence". She stood silent, in a petrified state as I walked out the building. Damn, I wanted the experience on my resume for one more year. But I guess, whatever. I could always find a different agency, maybe the one I had interned at a few months back. It was a small up and coming one, but it would do. Since I wasn't strapped for cash due to the tutoring gig, I would survive. Living on cup ramen and eating 2 meals a day at least allowed me to have some savings to fall on.

I trudged to the closet to pick up my bag and as I opened the door realized what I had walked in on, freezing . A mop of black hair, broad shoulders with sweat droplets trailing down, and a naked firm ass facing the door as he pounded into a newbie stylist?

Damn, this dude got around. I cleared my throat, "Dude, can you like stop for a minute. I know you are caught in motion. But I don't want to see a porno in 3D with 4k HD clarity in broad daylight. I need my bag." Jungkook turned around, shock evident in his eyes, clearly not expecting me in my own fucking office aka closet.

I grabbed my bag swiftly from the corner and continued, "Carry on, just make sure to wrap it. Wouldn't want a bad outcome. Thanks for getting me fired, you dickwad. I could sell pics of you to the tabloids and make bank. Be happy I have some morals". I tipped my imaginary hat at him, because I am a gentleman and a scholar unlike his raggedy ass and was about to make my way out. But since I am a nasty bitch when pissed, I turned around to quip, "On further deliberation, actually don't wrap it. Hope you get Clamydia and leak pus from your dick, you whore."

Satisfied with my comebacks I walked out the building rejuvenated. Today was a good day.

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tartarusknight · 1 year

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King of the Freaks | Part 7

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Steve had the guys over maybe twice a week as time went on, and Thanksgiving was just around the corner. Some days when they were over, Steve stayed out on purpose on others he curled up on one of the couches to watch them. And for the first time, he finds himself with others more than he is alone. Monday and Thursday are Hellfire. Steve still has swimming on Tuesday and Thursday but they already stopped doing Hellfire on Tuesday for him, he wasn’t going to let them shift to another day than Thursday. Most Wednesdays he spends with Dustin at the least. Sometimes more of the kids tag along but he doesn’t mind. He’ll give Max a ride home if Billy drives off without her. And he’ll babysit Will if both Jonathan and Joyce are busy.

Weekends are still quiet but sometimes they radio him and ask for rides. But they’re generally quiet. He tries not to hate them but he does. He tries to stay busy by trying out recipes Jeff gave him or doing homework with the radio playing loudly but it never works. The sun goes down and Steve ends up next to the pool. He’ll sit and hug his legs to his chest. He’ll spiral until he’s shaking from the cold and barely awake. The sun starting to light up the sky. Then he’ll head in and head down to the couches in the basement. The radio on the floor next to the sofa as he passes out. Using the small throw pillows and blankets as he falls asleep.

Rinse and repeat. Well, for the most part.

Steve woke up from a pounding on his door and groaned. “Steve! I know you're in there!” Dustin’s voice called through the house and Steve stumbled up from the couch. He stopped at a mirror and ran his hands through his hair a few times before the pounding truly annoyed him. He pulled it open and on his steps were Dustin, Max, Lucas, Mike, and Will.

He crossed his arms and noticed Will murmur, “told you he wasn’t going to be up yet.”

Lucas glared at the other, “everyone’s up early on Sundays.”

Steve ran a hand over his face, “nope. Now, what do you gremlins want? Please tell me that Tews hasn’t been eaten this time.” He sighed and got a few snickers but Dustin huffed.

“My mom has brunch with her friends,” Dustin starts.

“Our moms,” Lucas adds.

Dustin shoves at Lucas, “and we wanted to go shopping for Snowball.”

Steve blinks but then Dustin’s pushing his way inside. “So, come on and get dressed.” He stated, heading up towards where Steve’s bedroom was.

“Hey, dipshit,” Steve calls and waves the others in before jogging up the stairs to see Dustin pulling out a sweater and jeans for Steve. “Wow, Steve I would totally appreciate it if you spent your Sunday taking me and my friends shopping. Would that be alright with you?” Steve said in a mocking, high-pitched tone.

Dustin rolled his eyes, “why’s your bed made? Did you make it before answering the door?” He asked instead. Steve groaned but changed into the clothes Dustin grabbed.

“I fell asleep on the couch,” he shrugged and headed into his bathroom. Brushing his teeth and grabbing a few things for his hair.

As he multitasked, Dustin snooped. “Is this car your dream car?” Dustin questioned and Steve shook his head, mouth full. “Has your room always been this color?” Another shake of his head. “I always wanted to repaint my room, you think I could convince my mom? Is it hard? What did you do?”

Steve didn’t want to say that his mom goes through phases about every two years where she redoes the house to her liking. The old furniture goes to the basement or is tossed out. The walls whatever design she saw in the magazine. That his dad lets her do it to keep her happy. That Steve had never once picked out anything for his room, not even his sheets. He just lets his mom toss everything out of his room and redo it however she wanted. Hanging up a stupid car because it’s a boy's room, Stephen.

He rinses his mouth and moves on to his hair. “Your room looks nice,” he says instead and Dustin sighs before launching into why he wants something new. Steve stays silent, just listening. Then he hears rustling and looks over to see Dustin pulling out the nail bat. The one he hid under his bed but apparently not enough if Dustin was able to find it that easily. “Do you play baseball?”

Steve washed the products off his hands, “Not with that." He jokes but at the glare he answers, "yeah. Baseball, swimming, and basket- and I used to be in basketball.” He fixes his hair up a little more before turning to see Dustin swing the bat with no proper form. “Come on,” he motions Dustin out of his room before tossing the bat back under his bed.

The others are all over his living room and Mike is snacking on some of the chips Jeff left. “Hey dumbass, those aren’t yours.” He glares and plucks the bag from his hands. Folding it and moving to put it away.

“Why do you have chips here if you don’t eat them?” Mike questions and Steve pauses, looking back with a confused face. “Nancy told me that you don’t eat junk food.” The words feel like ice flowing through his spine. Of course, Nancy noticed how little he ate… she just didn’t see the truth.

He clears his throat, “their leftovers from the other night. My-” Friend? He shrugs and shoves them into the pantry.

“Let’s get a move on,” he orders and the kids shuffle to the car. Only for Steve to realize there’s not enough room in his car. He looks at the car and the group of kids who decided to make him a babysitter. Sure, he could make them squish but it’s more than just an arcade run. “Fuck it, I’m gonna call a friend, then we can use their van.” He sighs and the kids complain that he’s taking forever even though he’s sped through everything this morning for the little shits.

He goes to the phone and stares at it for a long moment. What if Eddie was busy? What if he didn’t want to deal with Steve today? What if-

“Are you going to just stare at the phone or use it?” Max snarked and Steve snaps into motion. Dialing Eddie’s number with far more ease than he should have. He’s called the man a few times. And sure Eddie’s been calling him most nights to say good night but he shouldn’t be so used to calling.

It rings and he is almost ready to give up when it clicks and he hears a gruff, "hello?"

Steve freezes, Eddie's Uncle must have answered. Fuck. "Uh, hi Mister Munson, is Eddie there?" He asks awkwardly and shifts, watching the kids pile around his island, watching him.

Then a muted yell then another before he talks into the phone, "he's coming."

There's shuffling, then a tired “yeah?” Then a big yawn.

Steve glances at the time and feels bad, 9:07. He clears his throat anyways. “Hey, um, it’s Steve?” He says awkwardly and gets a snort from Max. All the kids waiting impatiently next to her. He glares over at them and flips her off before he makes a big shooing motion. When none of them move he looks to Lucas and Will who take pity on him and shove the others out of the room.

There’s a pause before a smack and “Steve? Hey, what’s up?” Eddie’s voice sounds cheerful and it’s a giant leap from earlier.

“Uh, yeah, I was- well the kids I babysit were wanting to go shopping for Snowball, you know the dance? And my car can’t fit all of them. I was wondering if you wanted to join me. Or if I could just borrow the van. You don’t have to waste your day on me. I just- It’s not safe and I-”

“Slow down, sweetheart. Of course, I want to spend the day with you.” Eddie cuts in and Steve’s chest does something funny.

Steve blinks, trying to shake off the weird feeling, “right. Yeah, great. Uh, I can meet you at the trailer. Sorry it’s so early, they literally woke me up knocking on my door. They’re little shits,” he tries to laugh but he’s too tired to get it perfect.

“No, problem, Stevie. I’ll have enough time by the time you get here to get ready.” There’s muffled noise on the other side before a laugh from Eddie. “Yeah, Wayne told me to get out and get some sun so, sounds like a perfect thing to do. See ya soon, darling.” Then the phone disconnected and Steve was left with Eddie’s laugh in his mind. An echo of sweetheart, Stevie, and darling in his mind.

He scrubbed a hand over his face before marching the kids out and letting them squish in with Max in the passenger seat. Max fiddles with the radio until she’s satisfied with a Blondie song. “So, this friend of yours…” Dustin drawls out and Steve glances back at him in the mirror.

“What?” Steve questions and Mike scoffs.

The little asshole looks disappointed before they even see Eddie. “We’re not gonna have to deal with another jock, are we?”

“I didn’t think you had any other friends,” Max said and Steve’s gaze snapped back to the road.

His hands tighten on the wheel but he can’t get mad. He doesn’t even know if he and Eddie are really friends after all. Maybe Jeff is his friend but the rest of them… well, all of them could be pitying him. “Yeah, I get it. Laugh it up,” he says sarcastically. “Just behave, I don’t need you scaring him off before we even get in the van.” He states and puts on a mask that is well-worn.

The kids complain and argue but when they come to a stop in front of the Munson trailer they do quiet down. They let Steve walk up to the door alone and he knocks softly. The door swings open and an older man stands there in a flannel and jeans. “Uh, you must be Wayne, er, Mister Munson, sir? I’m Steve, uh, Harrington. It’s nice to meet you, sir,” he says awkwardly and Wayne raises an eyebrow at the hand Steve offers before taking it.

“Just Wayne’s fine kid.” He says and waves Steve in. Steve glances back at the kids and makes an I’m watching you gesture before he slips into the trailer. “Ed’s just finishin’ up. He’s not an early bird,” Wayne muses and he picks up a chipped mug from a fishing tournament it seemed.

“I’m so close to being done,” Eddie calls from the room in the back and Steve can’t help but smile.

Wayne clears his throat, “so, Harrington, huh?” He questions and Steve goes rigid. He looks over at the man and he seems to be looking for something. He must find something because he frowns a little and takes a sip from his mug. “I didn’t care for your daddy.”

Steve smiles weakly, “You wouldn’t be the only one.”

The older man nods and waves him towards Eddie’s room, “go hurry my boy up or you’ll be here all day.”

Steve nods sharply and goes to head back but Wayne stops him one more time. “And kid, you’re always welcome here.” He states and Steve knows who Eddie got his sheep herding habits from. He smiles and nods before he knocks on the frame of what had to be Eddie’s room. The door swings in from the knock and he leans in the doorway, the perfect image of calm and cool.

He takes in the mess, the posters, the guitar, and the fucking handcuffs. Steve swallows hard and looks at Eddie who’s digging through a pile of clothes. “Sorry, I’m not finding my wallet. I think it’s in a pair of jeans or maybe a hundred different places. I’m not actually sure. Like I’ve tried going back from when I last remember having it but…” Eddie groans as another pair of jeans is empty.

Steve moves further into the room to offer a hand but when he clears his throat, something else comes out. “Can you not say anything about Billy?” He blurts out instead of an offer to help look or a joke. It comes out all nervous and awkward like it couldn’t be stopped.

Eddie pauses and looks over at Steve, “yeah, course. I wouldn’t make you seem uncool or-”

Steve laughs a little dejected, “dude. Trust me when I say they don’t think I’m cool. They watched my ass get beat by Billy already. I just- I don’t need them to know that he’s still, you know?”

Eddie stands and looks like he wants to pull Steve into another hug like the other day. (A hug that Steve still didn't fully understand but liked anyways.) But he doesn’t, he just nods. “Don’t worry, you’re secret’s safe with me,” He promises.

Then he leans in close to Steve, arm brushing Steve’s neck until he pulls back with his wallet in his hand. “My backpack,” he grins and Steve glances back to see the bag hooked on the back of the door. Steve can only nod, his mouth dry as Eddie heads back towards the front door. He shakes himself and follows after him.

When they get out they see Lucas and Mike arguing, Max and Dustin looking into Eddie’s van, and Will awkwardly watching it all. Steve clears his throat loudly and puts his hands on his hips. They all give him an innocent smile that only Will makes convincing. “Dipshits, meet Eddie,” he gestures to Eddie who’s got his black ripped jeans, an iron maiden shirt, a red flannel, and his leather jacket over it all.

Mike blinks and immediately is bitchy, “wow. I didn’t think you’d have non-preppy friends.”

Steve snaps his fingers and points at him, “Wheeler you’re on thin ice.” He states and glances over at Eddie with an apologetic face. “Eds meet Max, Dustin, Lucas, Mike, and the only nice one, Will.” He points them all out and Eddie’s face goes through a few different emotions.

“Okay, so let me get this straight,” Eddie starts and glances over at Steve, then the kids, then back to Steve. “You babysit Nancy’s younger brother, Jonathan’s younger brother, and Billy’s younger-”

“Stepsister,” Max interrupts with a sour look on her face.

“And Steve’s our friend, not just a babysitter,” Dustin adds looking a little annoyed to be labeled as a kid Steve babysat.

Steve moves and ruffles Dustin’s hair, “course, Henderson.”

Eddie nods and tosses the keys up into the air and catches them. “Well, little ones I believe it’s time to embark on our adventure.” He says in his DM voice that has Steve smiling. The kids perk up and once the doors are unlocked, they scramble into the crowded back. It's messy back there but Steve knows Eddie keeps it clean enough for the boys to fit in when they need to.

Steve sits in the front seat and jumps as the van starts up with loud music blaring. Eddie swears and quickly turns it off. “Right, yep,” Eddie gives Steve a small, embarrassed smile. “Uh, where to?”

However, it’s not Steve who answers but Dustin. Dustin’s head peaks out from the back, “we’re looking for stylish dance attire.”

Steve mouths stylish dance attire to himself as Eddie glances at the kid with a smile of approval. “You know Dustin Henderson, I think you and I are going to be good friends.”

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artiststarme · 1 year

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What If Steve Were To Leave Hawkins? Part 10

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

This part was fun to write! Thank you to everyone for your suggestions, hopefully this meets your expectations. I look forward to seeing what you guys think! As always, if you would like to be added to the taglist, let me know and I give you a tag!

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Max called a Code Red the second she got back inside her own trailer after trying to catch up to the Beemer. “Mayday! I repeat; Mayday! I just saw Steve and Eddie drive away together. I think Eddie just left too!”

A cacophony of voices exploded over the radio.

“What? Steve is back in town?” Lucas confusedly asked.

“Steve kidnapped our Dungeon Master?!” Mike’s voice shrieked in appalled horror. “That’s a felony, we have to call the police!”

“How do you know if it was Steve?” Dustin stammered in confused defense of Steve.

Above all of the other voices, Max started talking again. “I saw the Beemer outside of Eddie’s trailer when I woke up and when I went to investigate, they drove away! It was his car, dipshit. Who else could it be? And we are not calling the police on Steve! Eddie got into the car willingly.”

That fact didn’t seem to deter Mike, “So he was coerced? That’s just as bad! We have to call someone!”

“Alright, everyone this is a Code Red! Meet in Mike’s basement in T-minus 15 minutes. Let’s move people!” Dustin ordered. While normally they would argue with him taking charge, these were not normal circumstances. Everyone was on edge and they hastened to follow his instructions.

This was shaping up to be one of the worst days of their lives.

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Eddie was having the best day of his life.

He and Steve were almost to Chicago having just stopped at a gas station on the Indiana-Illinois border. For the past three and a half hours or so, they had been singing (i.e. screaming) along to Eddie’s favorite bands. And Eddie will swear it to anyone that asks, Holy Diver sounds even better when Steve is singing it with a beaming smile on his face further illuminated by the beams of sunlight. Eddie already knew he was an angel but the halo surrounding him cemented the fact in his mind.

Steve was thrilled as well. He knew some of Eddie’s music from the cassettes he bought to remind him of the man when he first left. As such, he was familiar with some of the songs and was having a grand time singing along. And he got to share something with Eddie, they were able to share an interest in Dio songs. Whenever he glanced at Eddie in his passenger seat, he was greeted with a look of pure happiness and awe. He decided right then that would do anything to keep Eddie smiling like that.

When they crossed the city limits of Chicago, Eddie’s eyes widened in amazement. It was so different from Hawkins! The buildings stood tall and prominent against the horizon. The old stone buildings mingled with the new glass and steel to create a picturesque scene of architectural innovation. As the car crawled through the crowded streets, Steve turned the volume down and focused on not hitting any pedestrians as they walked across the street without looking both ways. Eddie just stared at all of the passing buildings, the hordes of people walking down the street, the record store with a poster of Metallica in its window. A Metallica poster?!

“Steve! Pull over, stop the car.”

Steve braked harshly before pulling into a parallel parking spot available few stores down. He turned confusedly to Eddie who was already unbuckling his seatbelt. “What the hell, Eddie? What if we had been rear-ended? We could’ve died.”

Eddie flapped his hand around and pointed at the record store, “but look, Steve! They have a poster for Metallica! Do you even understand how metal that is? The store in Hawkins doesn’t even have the new album, I had to drive to Indy to get it. Please, can we go?”

How could Steve say no to his pleading eyes and ridiculous pout? “Fine, but we can only stay in this spot for thirty minutes!”

His words fell on deaf ears as Eddie opened the passenger side door and darted into the record store. Steve locked the car and followed at a more sedate pace. When he walked in, he saw Eddie perusing the cassette tapes in a large bin. They had a large selection of nearly every genre from radio pop to hard rock and metal. Once he was noticed, Eddie quickly piled his arms high with metal cassettes as well as a few rock. Steve raised an eyebrow at the Bowie and Queen tapes amidst the metal bands. Eddie must have noticed his judginess as he said defensively, “It’s for Robin. These tapes are new!”

Steve just shrugged his shoulders and smirked at Eddie as he blushed anew. In the end, Steve bought him three cassettes of albums that had just come out, two for Robin, and a Simon and Garfunkel cassette for himself. That may have been a mistake however because Eddie started ripping on him as soon as he placed the tape on the check-out counter. “What the hell is that, Steve? I just introduced you to Dio and Iron Maiden and you’re still listening to fucking Simon and Garfunkel? Man, this might be where I have to draw the line. I mean, everyone has their faults or whatever but listening to them when you have Black Sabbath? That’s blasphemy, dude.”

The cashier was smirking at them while Eddie continued ranting in his ear about the virtues of metal music while Steve tried to pay for his purchase in peace. When Eddie mentioned how Steve should have a newfound appreciation for metal after hearing Eddie himself play Master of Puppets by Metallica in March, the cashier straightened. “Holy shit, you played Master of Puppets a month after it came out? Dude, that’s one of the hardest riffs to play. You have a perfect ear or something?”

Eddie pulled a chunk of his hair in front of his mouth to hide the twist of a shy smile and shook his head, “nah, I just had a lot of time to practice.”

“Sounds like. You play guitar then?”

Eddie nodded at him as Steve watched the interaction in mild neutrality. “Yeah, guitar and a little bit of vocals.”

The cashier shook his head. “Well man, sounds like you know a lot about music. We’re hiring right now if you’re interested in working here. And some guys and I get together to play sometimes. We’d love to have another guitar guy in the band, our last one just moved out of state for college.”

Eddie looked at Steve in wonder. Now it made sense how the charming bastard had gotten a job so quickly. Everyone was hiring in the city! And a band too?! He loved Chicago. In fact, he might never return to Hawkins!

He told the guy that he would get back to him on the offer and both boys left the shop with their music selections. They were each eager for the best day ever to continue! Next, Steve took him to a little Italian eatery for dinner that had ‘the best pizza I’ve ever had, Eddie. I’m not even kidding’, according to Steve. And Jesus H. Christ was he right. The deep-dish pizza was more of a pie filled with heavenly cheese and topped with a rich and savory marinara sauce. Holy shit, he might never be able to eat regular take-out pizza ever again. Not after consuming his delicacy.

After their glorious cheese-filled dinner, Steve drove down North Clark Street. He had this right hand resting on Eddie’s left knee that was bouncing with pent up excitement. “What’s next, Stevie?”

“I figured we could check out Metro. It’s a concert venue and some guys at the bar last week were talking about seeing a rock band there. It’s worth a look, right?” Steve said, turning to look at Eddie in askance.

Eddie just gave him a look of adoration in response and squeezed the hand on his knee. “Definitely Stevie, definitely.”

They were in luck tonight. A smaller metal band, of which Steve could not remember the name, was playing and they were able to get tickets on-site before heading into the venue. Eddie was jumping around, bopping his head to the music, and positively beaming at Steve whenever he glanced in his direction. For two hours, they stood there, listening to the band play metal covers and original songs. Steve didn’t necessarily enjoy the music but being able to see Eddie happy was more than enough in exchange for a blooming headache and ringing ears. And the bruising kiss Eddie gave him in the darkness of the empty parking lot at the end of the night helped too.

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nightskyslayer2 · 1 year

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Hiii i was wondering if you would write an AU! For Aegon and Aemond in modern world maybe🫣

And what are your thoghts on their types– like nowadays 🥸☺️

I loveee your work! have a nice day ❤️

Omg yeeesss! I got way to excited about this ask lol (+ modern!Jacaerys)

Modern!Aegon and modern!Aemond:

Okay so Aegon is giving me major e-girl and goth girl vibes. Plus point if they’re a little older than him. I literally see modern!Aegon at the graveyard with his s/o, listening to music and smoke, maybe even doing drugs. I also feel like due to the targaryen genes he prefers blondes but he’d take any other hair colour too- it doesn’t matter that much to him because when he’s horny, what’s most of the time, he fucks anything. He also loves boobs, out of obvious reasons, so if his s/o is female and has a larger chest he’d be super pleased. He’d also like to go clubbing or on raves with his s/o and get tattoos together. Modern!Aegon either goes for the dominant self confident girls or the clumsy bimbo girls. No in between. Also modern!Aegon definitely has a porn addiction you can’t convince me otherwise. I can see the 100 empty energy cans and the LED gaming pc in his smelly chaotic room lmao. In school he’d probably be a little dipshit of a bully and, if he’s attending, getting not the best grades. He’s also definitely hitting on the cheerleaders for fun lmao.

🎵 He listens to lil peep, xxxtentacion, $uicideboy$

Aemond on the other hand loves a smart independent woman. He’d want his s/o to rather stay in and watch something with him than to go clubbing or on parties. Weirdly I think Aemond is into long legs, absolutely blushing and losing it when his s/o is wearing a short summer dress. Also I feel like Aemond would be way more open about partner options than his brother. He’d be nice to every woman he crosses. Gamer girl, fashionista, shy book worm, goth girl, it simply doesn’t matter to him. As long as they somehow clicked and he has built a strong bond to them, he’d gladly show interest in whatever his s/o likes too. If his s/o is more on the extroverted side and directly and obviously making the first move he’d be blushing and getting flustered so easily. I feel like Aemond could be the quiet skater boy or the shy little nerd, basically the more safe and responsible version of Aegon. Aemonds room is always tidy and organised and I definitely see him wearing his headphones 24/7 and liking to go to the library after school. His grades are great without even learning and maybe he’s even a tutor. Additionally Aemond often has to cover for his brother and get him out of trouble. Just imagine the look on his face when Aegon calls him with loud music in the background: “brother! Can you tell mother I’m with you? I won’t be home until 4 or 5 am…”.

🎵 He listens to Mitski, MCR, the Neighbourhood

Tysm anon I’m wheezing at the thought of those two modern!brothers. I’ll definitely try to write something more! Xxx

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Hey!! When you get the chance~ could we get some cute fire ghoul cuddles with Alpha, Ifrit and Dew cuddling up to the lovely ghoulettes? Its cold in this abbey!

-🍁

Hi lovely, there you go <3 I didn't really have any good idea because, well, they're just cuddling, but I did my best and I hope it'll make someone giggle lmao (wc. 720)

The winter, as well as fall, was dreaded in the Abbey by most. Ancient stone walls radiating cold, ever present dampness all over and no sufficient heating system was a curse not only for humans, but for ghouls also. Only fire and part fire ghouls didn't have issues during that time of year and were used as personal heaters.

Not that they ever complained.

That evening was no different. While Aether and Omega were working in the infirmary, Mountain with Ivy and Pebble were preparing the greenhouses’ contents for winter, and Rain was spending his day being snuggled and warmed by Swiss, the youngest pack’s common room was hosting a cozy cuddle pile.

The couch was moved back, against the wall, and its big cushions were on the floor creating a soft wall of its own. A thin mattress was laid out on the floor in front of it, more pillows and tons of blankets and comforters, as well as plushies, were thrown all over. Somewhere in there a few ghoulettes were buried, wrapped up in a few fire ghouls’ arms.

Ifrit and Alpha were on the very bottom. Half on top of them there were (respectively, from left to right) Aurora, Cumulus, Cirrus and Mist. Between Cumulus and Cirrus there was Sunshine, providing just that additional bit of warmth. Dewdrop was on the outskirts, cuddling up to Aurora’s back.

They all were just a big tangle of limbs, and everyone prayed silently that no one would have to pee.

Minutes passed and it was quiet, peaceful and, most importantly, warm. Having a bunch of fire ghouls, and part fire ghoulette, in a pile would inevitably cause said pile some disturbance, though.

“Pssst,” Ifrit hissed, “anyone awake?”

“I think everyone is awake,” Dewdrop scoffed. “It’s like… middle of the day, we won’t just sleep 24/7.”

“Wish we could, though,” Cirrus said and everyone murmured something in affirmation, also announcing their consciousness.

“What did you need, Iffie?” Cumulus asked, lifting her head to look at him.

“Dunno, I’m kinda bored.”

The series of groans that was let out could’ve probably been heard all across the Abbey. Bored Ifrit did not mean peace.

“Don’t you dare move,” Mist growled, no real venom, into Alpha’s armpit. The big fire ghoul tightened his hold around her.

“You wouldn’t even be affected,” he chuckled. It got quiet again, for a minute, but everyone could feel the tension, could hear the gears in Ifrit’s head turning. After a moment-

“I think I’m bored too,” Sunshine admitted, and this time growls, whines and groans answered her. “Oh, come on! We’ve been here for hours, just laying there. It’s boring!”

“Comfy,” Aurora corrected, wiggling in Dewdrop’s arms. “It’s called resting, Sunny.”

“I second Sunny,” Ifrit chimed in. A few more noises of disapproval were let out.

Cirrus sighed, “What time is it?”

“Uhm…” Mist patted around trying to locate Alpha’s wrist, “nearly half past two.”

“Dinner’s at three so-”

“Great,” Dew interrupted her, “you two kits can survive half an hour longer?”

“Hey!” Sunny giggled, failing to fake being offended.

“I’m older than you, dipshit!” Ifrit started squirming under Aurora and Cumulus in an attempt to poke Dewdrop with his finger.

“Oh, stop it,” the latter ghoulette scolded him. “You really are a kit.”

“And you are even younger than the firecracker!”

“I’m the oldest and I’m telling you all to shut the fuck up,” Alpha groaned, burst of giggles answering him.

“Can we all get just half an hour more of peace? Please?” Mist pleaded, a slight tinge of amusement in her tone.

With a few more laughs and snickers, the pile settled again.

*13 minutes later*

“Who on Earth is stabbing my thigh?” Cumulus asked exasperated.

“Sorry…” Ifrit mumbled, his face getting red.

“Please, don’t tell me this is what I think it is…” Aurora sighed and moved her leg, feeling around for- “Are you kidding me?”

“I’m sorry, okay!? It’s not my fault!”

“Dude, did you get hard… out of boredom?” Dewdrop teased him.

“Well, now that we’re on it…” Sunshine started, squirming a bit.

“Sunny… is that thing at my belly…?” Cirrus started, trailing off.

“You too?” Ifrit asked her.

“Yeah,” Sunshine admitted, just before the whole pile burst out laughing again.

“Kits…” both Alpha and Mist sighed, fighting their own smiles.

#hypnone writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #ifrit ghoul #alpha ghoul #sunshine ghoulette #aurora ghoulette #mist ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette

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daltonsgirl69 · 9 months

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Unhealthy Obsession

a/n hiii angels! sorry for the wait im backkk and i will have the next chapter out soon if you want to be apart of the tag list let me know and i will add you:)) Updated: hi pookies I'm in the car rn traveling to Louisiana from cali so i have alot of time on my hands to try and finish some stories that are in my drafts:) btw dont be shy request stuff:))

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part one

part two

part three

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tw: 18+ If you don't like smut then please don't read… beyond this there is partying, underage drinking and smoking, adult language, sex, fingering, touching, and kissing.

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part four: time of my life

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You had just walked out the front door just in time for Charlie to be pulling up. You walked over to his car about to get the door when he gets out and walks over to you.

“you look gorgeous.”

you smile “Why thank you Charlie”

“Here lemme get the car door” he opens the door

“thank you” You aren’t used to anyone guys acting like gentlemen considering your father was a dipshit and every guy you’ve dated has been a complete dumb fuck. You get in the car and asure him your all good and he shuts the door. He gets in and looks over at you.

“you do look beautiful y/n” This makes you smile as you look into his blue eyes. Every time you do you get lost in his eyes you glance over every facial feature he is like art perfect.

“thank you Charlie you don’t look too bad yourself,” you said with a smirk he was wearing dark blue jeans a white button-down, and black Converse. You put on your seatbelt and smiled at him. “thank you haha. Okay, are you ready to go?”

“yeah yeah when we get there ill help you set everything up” You smiled he had already started driving “Really? Thank you thank you I wasn't gonna ask you too I didn't wanna make your work cause I mean I invited you as a guest yk?” you giggled “no yeah its okay char of course ill help do you know when Robbie is gonna get there?”

“yeah he should be there around 7:15 ish so we will have just a little time where it's just us” You were looking down at your thighs playing with your ring. You look up at Charlie's hands on the steering wheel. Holy fucking shit he has nice hands I bet he is good with them. You thought to yourself.

Then charlie said “Are you okay? your staring…”

“wait huh oh sorry,” you say trying not to make it awkward knowing you just got caught staring at his hands. You start to say something when you're cut off by his hand finding its way to your thigh. You look and his hand and then at him your cheeks starting to go pink.

He doesn't look at you. All he says is. “well this is what you wanted right? I mean why else would you be staring at him? I bet you imagining more than just this tho right?” he says in a teasing tone. You froze unable to respond. Dear god, you thought charlie walker was this shy nerdy virgin who had never touched a woman where the fuck did this confidence come from.

“I- uhm yeah” you stammer out. You take a deep breath and find some confidence and put your hand on top of his and move it towards your inner thigh a bit. You see him start to blush knowing his boost of confidence was coming to an end and he was getting nervous. It was honestly cute because you knew you were his weakness. But just as you thought he was too nervous to do anything else. He moves his hand up your dress. His hand is resting just below your panties.

When he does this your breath hitches. At this point, it wasn’t a want it was a need you could feel yourself throbbing you needed him to keep going.

Just as you were gonna say anything you guys pull into this dirt parking lot where there is an old barn which is where the sabbathon is taking place. He removes his hands from your thigh and parks. You grab your bag and decide to fix your lipgloss real quick when you're done you see Charlie getting the car door again. “you are so beautiful” he says while admiring you. You get out of the car. “thank you char” He shuts the car door and you turn to face him. You look up at him. You wanted to kiss him. while using the triangle method he put moves your hair out of your face and behind your ear. “can I kiss you?”

Without responding you kiss him. The kiss slowly turning to a make out he has you pinned against the car his hands exploring your body. In between kisses he murmurs “so perfect”. He starts kissing down your neck leaving a few hickies on your neck and collarbone. He bites you a bit on your neck causing you to whimper. His hands travel down your body and up your dress. “Wait,” you say. “is everything okay” he stops kinda scared he did something wrong. “what time did you say Robbie is gonna be here?”

“around 7:1-” his phone rings. It's Robbie he picks it up

“Hello?”

“I'm sorry Charlie is running a little bit late ill probably be there around 7:30”

“it's okay dont worry me and Y/n can set up I don't think people are gonna start showing up till at least 8:30”

“ok ok see you at 7:30 maybe”

-he hangs up the phone-

Charlie turns back towards you and smiles. “well Robbie is running a lil late but do you wanna go inside n set up so we can chill out till people get here?”

“sure” You guys grab a few things out of the car and the chairs are already inside you just had to set them up. Charlie set up the projector and stuff while you set up chairs. When you guys are done you can't wait any longer and throw yourself onto him kissing him hard. he puts his hands on your waist backing you into the wall. This time he doesn't wait to slide his hands into your panties drawing small circles on your clit causing you to whimper but you are trying to stay quiet

“nono I want to hear your pretty noises angel” he kisses you while pumping and curling two fingers in and out of your aching pussy. You moan into the kiss knowing your gonna cum soon. “Charlie” you whimper out “Yes angel?” he says

“m gonna cum” he continues pumping his finger in and out a little harder and touches your clit. You are a whimpering mess. “Shh shh, I know I know” You feel the pressure in your stomach release as you whimper his name and cum all over his hands. taking a few deep breathes you look up at Charlie. “you did so well for me angel” he says

“Now be good open up” You open your mouth and suck his fingers clean. “good girl,” He says while having a hand on your jaw making you look up at him. He Gives you a quick kiss and pulls you into a hug hands around your waist and slightly rubbing your back. “you did so good are you okay?”

“yes I'm okay thank you Charlie I didn’t know you were so good with your hands” you kinda giggle and pull out from the hug. “well I’ve thought abt this situation a lot and I just wanna make you feel good” What you didn’t know is thinking about this happening isn’t the only thing he has done. But we will get to that another time. He checks his phone its 7:45 and robbie isnt here yet but kirby is parking and walks in to you and charlie standing close together looking at his phone and giggling at something. Kirby is jealous but doesn't say anything abt it.

“hiii” you look up to see kirby

“Helloo Kirby” You hug her and she hugs Charlie but not a friend hug you notice but shove it off. “I have drinks in my car and Jill is on her way. Also I few of the football players are picking up a keg”

“Okay cool,” Charlie says smiling at Kirby. You can see the way he looks at her. You wonder if you're just reading too much into things Or if Kirby had a chance with him. Like I know he was just making out with you and fingering you but you honestly thought he wanted her.

It’s hard because Kirby is your friend and you font wanna let a boy come between you guys but Charlie wasn’t just any boy you were falling for him And you couldn’t risk losing him…

#rory culkin #i need him #charlie walker #rory culkin is so fine #husband #charlie walker fanfic #long hair boys #rory is so fine #charlie walker smut #on my knees rn #unhealthy obession

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"Summer of '87" {Chapter 7}

She's baaack!

I'm SO sorry it took so long guys, but I've been in rough shape for a bit. i'm better now, but still not working so I can update this faster!

I know it was a LONG break, but I hoe this chapter makes up for it. i'm kinda proud of it.

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Chapter 8

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“I’m sorry, what?” Dutin blinked several times as he tried to process what you had just said.

“I’m…I’m your sister….”

“Yeah I got that,” he cut you off. “But why exactly do you think that?”

“...We have the same dad,” you explained.

“What?” He now laughed. “That’s not-- I don’t know who you think you are, but--”

“Our dad cheated on my mom with your mom, and then--” you tried to go on but Dustin wasn't having it.

“Fuck you!!” he suddenly yelled angrily. “My mom is not a homewrecker!”

“I’m not saying that!” You argued defensively. “It was a one time thing, and then--”

“Oh so “our” dead beat dad had a one night stand with my mom and then went back to his loving family?” he spat.

“Well, i mean he’s kind of a dick--”

“Well that explains where you get it from.” Dustin scoffed.

“HEY,” Eddie suddenly spoke up loudly. “Not cool, Henderson,”

“And you? Sucked in by a pair of pretty eyes? Really? You just let her feed you a story and brought her here?!” Dustin gestured angrily at Eddie.

“It’s not a story!” You argued.

“Look man, i get you’re upset, I do. But she’s telling the truth--”

“HOW do you know that?” Dustin challenged him.

Eddie stared at the two of you for several moments at the question. How did he know? He had just taken you at your word, no questions asked. But-- you knew Dustin’s name, that had to mean something right? And you had no idea who Eddie was, so you wouldn’t lie just to come with them, right?

“...I--I don’t,” he finally admitted softly.

“Eddie!” you cried tearfully. “Really?”

“Well it’s true!” He bit his lip with glassy eyes. “I--I just trusted your word for it,”

“And you don’t now?”

“I didn’t say that,” he shook his head. “I’m just stating facts,”

“Nah,” Dustin shook his own head. “I see what’s goin’ on. YOU told Eddie some sob story so you could get in his pants!”

“Dust I at least know that is not true,” Eddie defended you. “We haven’t even kissed! By HER choice!”

“Yeah, of course not dipshit!” Dustin yelled in rage. “She’s playing you! She probably knows who you are, going after your money and--”

“Alright, that’s enough.” Eddie cut him off his angry spiel. “I know you gotta be freakin’ out over all this, it’s a lot. But listen Henderson, the last couple days I’ve spent with your sister--”

“She is NOT my sister!” Dustin backed away.

“Y/N,” Eddie changed his misnomer. “Look man if you just got to know her, I promise--”

“I don’t wanna get to know her!” Dustin screamed. “I’m not gonna let some random chick seduce my best friend and use ME to do it!”

And with that he turned and stomped off the bus, leaving the two of you alone.

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“....That could’ve gone better,” Eddie said in a playful tone.

“Ha ha,” you sighed sarcastically as you flopped onto the couch and put your hands over your face.

“Don’t worry,” He sat next to you and rubbed your leg. “He’ll come around--”

“And what if he doesn’t?!” You suddenly sat up. “What if he convinces your whole friend group that I’m just some gold digging groupie?!”

“Well, i know he can’t convince ALL of them,” he stroked your face. “The guys already trust you, hell they even invited you!”

He paused.

“Shit, I should’ve told Henderson that!”

“It’s okay, Eddie,” you put a hand to his cheek. “I’m sure it wouldn’t have mattered,”

“But it might have,” He sighed as he put his hand over yours on his face. “I just--- I let him get into my head for a split second. I’m sorry, princess,”

“It’s okay,” you assured him. “Really,”

You both sat there in silence for a moment, when you noticed Eddie glancing down at your lips.

“....You know I have money to pay Gareth,” He smirked softly.

“Eddie!” You hit him playfully. “One setback is not gonna derail my plans on bonding with my brother,”

“But he already thinks we’re sleeping together!”

“And we told him we weren’t!” you pointed out. “And I’m not gonna already start lying to him, he already thinks I am!”

“Okay, okay,” Eddie sighed in defeat. “I just wanted to make you feel better,”

“I appreciate the gesture,” You giggled while playing with his hair.

“Anytime,” he smiled back before kissing your forehead.

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After the boys were settled, Eddie retrieved his old van from the trailer park and drove you to your friend Amanda’s house. She came running out to greet you when she heard you pull up.

“Y/N!” She squealed “I missed you! I--”

She suddenly recognized Eddie and stopped mid-sentence.

“Holy shit,” she gasped. “You’re Eddie Munson,”

“Guilty,” he chuckled. “Nice to meet a fan,”

“A FAN?” She suddenly blurted out angrily. “I am not a fan!”

Both of your faces dropped in this weird turn of events.

“You’re not?” He asked curiously.

“No!” Amanda snapped. “You don’t even remember me, do you?”

“I….” he looked between the two of you nervously. “No…?”

“Last summer? The Hideout?” She asked as if that would trigger Eddie’s memory. Unfortunately, it did not.

“I…” He made a face. “I’m sorry, i don’t--”

“WE SLEPT TOGETHER!!!!” She screamed angrily. “And you never called me!”

“OH,” Eddie’s eyes suddenly widened in recognition.. “Oh shit. Mandy…”

“SERIOUSLY Eddie?!” you suddenly interjected coldly. How could he not remember sleeping with anybody? Let alone one of your closest friends.

“Geez, look I’m really sorry Mandy--”

“Amanda,” she corrected him curtly.

“Amanda.” Eddie coughed uncomfortably. “I just-- we just….the scouts were in the audience that night, and the next day things just kinda--- took off,”

“And now what, he’s got you under his spell too?” Amanda ignored him as she glared at you.

“What? NO!” You gestured wildly. “We haven’t even slept together!”

“YET,” Amanda kept her death glare.

“Come on Man-- Amanda,” Eddie cooed. “It was a long time ago. You know I would’ve called you--”

Your eyes were now widened at his sudden “Casanova” act. Was he serious right now?!

“Get your hands off me!” Amanda swatted at him. “And Y/N, you can have him.”

She stared to walk away, making you chase after her.

“Mandy!” You called. “But what about--”

“Go shack up with Mr. Rock Star, for all I care,” she spat at you before going in her house and slamming the door.

You stood there just staring, reeling from the last few minutes. After a moment, Eddie came and put a shoulder on yours.

“Well, you can always stay with me--”

“Don’t,” you spun away from his touch, leaving him bewildered.

“What?” he asked. “Why--?”

“WHat the hell was that?!” You gestured towards Amanda’s house. “You hit on her RIGHT in front of me!”

“Aw come on princess,” he laughed. “I was just trying to ease the tension!”

“How exactly is hitting on your ex in front of your new-- WHATEVER,” you grunted in frustration.

“She’s not my ex!” he argued. “She’s some rando i slept with--”

“Like I will be?” you scowled.

“That’s not fair,” he replied in a very hurt tone. “I haven’t done anything--”

“Not YET,” You repeated Amanda’s comment. “What was that just now back at the bus? Huh? You get me back here and suddenly what, wanna make me one of the many?”

“First of all, it’s not ‘one of the many’,” he half laughed like it was the most ridiculous thought that he had slept with tons of women. “It’s one of the FEW, at best,”

“Do you think you’re making this better?” you narrowed your eyes.

“Look princess, I--”

“Y/N,” you corrected him coldly, as Amanda did.

“...Y/N,” he said softly with a face that looked like he was a puppy you just kicked. “I was stupid back then, okay?”

“Oh yeah, ‘back then’,” you laughed sarcastically. “A whole year ago,”

“I was going through something!” he suddenly became enraged as he flashed back to last summer. It had only been a few months since Vecna, and he had just gotten out of the hospital when he had played that show at The HIdeout.

It was packed; everyone had come to see the “Hero of Hawkins.” He couldn’t deny it, it was a rush. It felt amazing to be seen for the first time as something other than the town Freak. He had let it get to his head a bit. He had a few beers after the show, schmoozing with “Fans” and agents. And maybe he had fooled around with a few guys, a few girls. He just wanted to soak up every minute of not being an outcast.

“I’m not gonna sit here and defend how I chose to deal with everything that happened to me, especially to you!”

“Oh yeah, everything that happened,” you laughed again. “Yeah it must’ve been so hard with girls throwing themselves at you--”

“I’m talking about what I had to go through to get there!” He got in your face. “AND I didn’t even do it for that!”

He stepped back as his hands shook with rage, thinking back to that night. That horrible night.

“I almost DIED, Y/N.” He spoke with a sharp tongue. “I was READY to die. For your brother. For my friends. For this fucking town who HATED me!”

He trembled with rage as he walked around explaining his story.

“When i was hanging by that rope climbing out of the Upside Down, I remember the exact moment I knew i had to…sacrifice myself.”

His voice became low as he sat down on the curb.

“I--I cut the rope so Dustin couldn’t come after me, i knew i had to buy the others more time. Nobody else could do it but me--”

He spoke out loud almost as if he was in a trance, recalling the events. Logically he knew you had no context about what he was on about, but he told the tale nonetheless.

You just watched on in horror, suddenly regretting everything you had yelled at him for. He was right, you had no idea what he went through. He had vaguely described it when he told you about Vecna, but not in detail like this.

“I got on that bike and I rode like hell. I rode so fast and so hard, I thought my legs were going to burst into flame right from under me. And then I felt one of the bats snare me right in the neck--”

He paused to catch his breath as tears clogged his throat. You sat next to him but didn’t touch him, not wanting to interrupt his monologue.

“I fell to the ground, and all I felt was pain. Constant pain. Stabbing, knawing, the sounds that they made…”

He paused again as he let a quiet, quick sob come out before continuing.

“I knew I was dying, that I was gonna die. I waited for it, just listening to their horrible screeches, but then-- it just stopped.”

“Stopped?” you said, snapping him out of it. He jerked his head to face you, suddenly realizing you had been there this whole time.

“Yeah, stopped.” He repeated softly as he gently laid his hand next to yours on the pavement. You interlaced your fingers together and squeezed his hand in comfort.

“It was like they all just-- died at once. They fell to the ground and it was just…silence.” he gulped.

“And then I heard Dustin yelling my name,” He looked down as his voice really began to shake. “Part of me was so pissed he had come after me, and part of me was so angry at myself that he was going to see me like that, but-- i was also so grateful i wasn't going to die alone,”

“Oh Eddie,” you whispered while gripping his hand tighter. You didn’t want to cry and make this about you, but hearing him speak in such detail about the hell he went through, it made you want to sob.

“I could feel myself shutting down, which is ironic because I mean I started losing feeling in everything. First my legs, then my torso. I told Henderson he had to look after the little sheeples, I wanted to give him something he could have to call his own. A legacy. Something i could give him since i wouldn’t be around to give him anything else--”

He looked down once more as you saw droplets of tears stain the pavement.

“I felt like I was letting him down, leaving him all alone like that. I know he has his friends, but-- what we had was special. A true brother bond. God I wanted so badly to live in that moment, but not for myself. For him.”

“Eddie….” you laid your head on his shoulder.

“I told him I loved him,” he admitted. “I’ve never told ANYONE that, except for Wayne. Once.”

He finally looked at you.

“And I do. I really love that little guy,” he said before finally breaking down in your arms.

You just sat there for a long while, letting him cry in your arms and trying not to cry too hard yourself. You didn’t care if Mandy could see you, all you wanted to do in that moment was make him feel better. Make him feel safe.

After a few more minutes, Eddie began to compose himself before looking into your teary eyes. His eyes were bloodshot from crying so hard, his lips were chapped from dehydration. He stared at you with pure childlike emotion, a broken little boy.

The gap between you began to close as his hands went to the back of your neck, pulling you closer slowly. You knew you shouldn’t let this happen; not now. He was distraught, he was vulnerable. But for some reason you just let him pull you closer until your lips brushed together tenderly.

The kiss became more intense as soon as your lips were locked together. Both of Eddie’s hands went into your hair as he pressed harder and licked your lips, asking for entrance. You immediately opened your mouth slightly as your own tongue went into his mouth. He roamed your mouth with his tongue aggressively, as if he was trying to taste every inch of you.

After a few seconds you both pulled apart, breathing heavily.

“Y/N, I--” he began to speak but you put a finger over his lips.

“Shh, not here. Not now, okay?” you whispered with a small smile. You didn’t want him to say something he didn’t mean just because you two were having an intimate moment.

“....Okay,” he nodded in understanding.

He held your hand as he helped you stand up, walking back towards the van with you still in his grasp.

“Y’know, you really can stay with me. I won’t try anything--”

“I think we’re past that,” you blushed. “But--- yeah, that would be nice.”

You and Eddie “shacked” up--- that would totally help your mission with Dustin and keep the bet. Right?

…..Riiiiight.

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yifftwiceplz · 6 months

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sup im dave and i beat that dipshit game so don't ask me anything about it, my pronouns are he/him or whatever's funny

due to circumstances such as not legally existing in my current OR home universe as well as constant time travel and universe jumps i don't know precisely how old i am at any given point so you could be talking to me as a teen while also talking to me as an old man in a different tab, welcome to interdimensional twitter where the metrics are inflated and time don't matter

i like pretty much anything that is cool or catches my attention for longer than 3 seconds but in particular i like dead shit in jars, photography, movies that are so bad they're good, and recently housecleaning and organizing tips which i admit is lame except having a clean kitchen is not lame

clowns/juggalos DNFI

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letter from the editor:

dave strider rp blog; takes place over a period of several years. mostly SFW but not always. anything after act 7 isn't real to me he's just living a regular life now. please don't assume same universe without asking he owns the interdimensional rights to interdimensional twitter so he trolls people across the omniverse

"but this is tumblr" it IS but he is using twitter and sometimes his posts get filtered through to different sites in different universes in doomed twitter timelines (like this one)

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blue jeans~~~

AN: So, i combined lana del rey and stranger things. In my head, blue jeans suited Billy so much, that it had to be done. I just had the urge to write it, so excuse any mistakes.

pairing: Billy Hargrove x f!reader

summary: what it's like to date Billy imo. (i do think that he is an asshole only for the public, but he is a lost soul that just want's to be loved)

warings: blood, swearing, nothing too graphic tho, death, trauma. idk

word count: 1.5k

Blue jeans, white shirt Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn It was like, James Dean, for sure You're so fresh to death and sick as c-cancer

Billy Hargrove was one to catch the eye. He entered the room and you immediately laid your eyes on him - he was charismatic, magnetic, electric and everybody knew it. The girls went crazy about him. And somehow, he showed interest in you. it was at the Halloween party. First, he drank lots of beer, then, he made a scene with Steve Harrington, and later on, he came to you - you were not sure if it was because of the playboy bunny costume, or because you were the only one that wasn't glued to him trying to flirt. But he was there, asking you to go out with him. And, shockingly even for you, you denied. You didn't want to play it easy, especially with someone like him.

You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop But you fit me better than my favorite sweater and I know That love is mean (uh oh), and love hurts (uh oh) But I still remember that day we met in December, oh baby

Between being a dick 24/7 and trying to show that he is the new king of Hawkins High, Billy tried his best to impress you and to get you out on a date. And for 2 or 3 weeks, you kept refusing, until one time he caught you off guard and you said "yes". The same evening, he picked you up from your house, Scorpions' "Rock you like a hurricane" blasting from his car. You were more into Run D.M.C. and Beastie Boys, but you sucked it up and got in the car. And somehow, you met a different Billy - he was sweet, got you to a place a bit outside of Hawkins, he had planned a picnic date. He even got you flowers.

That's how you started secretly dating Billy Hargrove.

I will love you 'til the end of time I would wait a million years Promise you'll remember that you're mine Baby can you see through the tears?

And it was either the best, or the worst decision ever. Cause when he was with you, he was perfect. But when he was around other people, he was the same dipshit. And yet, you didn't have the strength to dump him, because you knew that he just had a shitty life - his father was an A+ asshole and because of him, Billy wanted to be a "real" man when everyone was watching. But, with you, he was just a little boy that wanted to be love. And that's why you sucked up the tears and continued to be with him, even when he hurt you.

Love you more than those bitches before Say you'll remember (oh baby) Say you'll remember, oh baby, ooh I will love you 'til the end of time

It was secret, that between you two. And that's why he was still a womanizer. You knew that, you could see the looks he gave the other girls when you were at a party together but not "together". You were with your friends, he was with his, and it was like you didn't even know each other. And he tried his best to keep his reputation of a MAN. And that made you mad. But you didn't show it.

Big dreams, gangsta Said you had to leave to start your life over I was like, no please, stay here We don't need no money, we can make it all work

After the third or forth time of this happening, you started acting up - you were cold towards him, you answered shortly. And that made him angry - it was your first big fight. He left you alone in your room and got out. You cried the whole night.

But he headed out on Sunday, said he'd come home Monday I stayed up waitin', anticipatin' and pacin' But he was chasin' (uh oh) paper (uh oh) Caught up in the game, that was the last I heard

One week went by, and he came to apologize. And you missed him so much that you just hugged him like nothing happened. And for a few days everything was alright - you were still secret, he was still asshole in front of his friends. But he was with you.

I will love you 'til the end of time I would wait a million years Promise you'll remember that you're mine Baby can you see through the tears?

And then something changed.

Love you more than those bitches before Say you'll remember (oh baby) Say you'll remember, oh baby, ooh I will love you 'til the end of time

it was at the time he started working at the pool. Now, you weren't jealous just from the girls at school, but from the women that went there just so they could watch him. But it wasn't just that.

You went out every night And baby that's alright I told you that no matter what you did I'd be by your side

He changed. He was colder even when he was alone with you. He spoke mean things, one time even tried to hit you. He wouldn't stay the night anymore. He came just for a little, it was like out of habit. And you still couldn't leave him and stayed by his side.

'Cause I'ma ride or die Whether you fail or fly Well, shit, at least you tried But when you walked out that door

One time you were walking around, just pointlessly, and you saw him with his colleague - Heather, in her living room, having dinner. WTH? You went batshit crazy, but couldn't do anything. Just ran all the way to your house and cried your eyes out.

A piece of me died I told you I wanted more That's not what I had in mind I just want it like before

You tried to confront him. To ask him what was going on. What was happening with him. He wouldn't answer. It was like it wasn't even Billy at this point. Like his was possessed by something dark and evil.

We were dancin' all night Then they took you away Stole you out of my life You just need to remember

You didn't know what was happening, but one evening you were driving around Hawkins, just wanting to clear your mind, when you saw Billy's car, crashed in the mall's parking lot. Then you saw some shadowy figure inside and you quickly stopped your car and ran inside. Everything went blurry when you got inside, like your mind tried to shut itself off. You vaguely remember some things - like a big scary monster things, some kids you've seen around town, screaming, blood, fire. And Billy.

I will love you 'til the end of time I would wait a million years Promise you'll remember that you're mine Baby can you see through the tears?

You went inside just at the moment he stood up, covering a girl on the ground, face to face with that big, giant spider, that wasn't exactly a spider. In the distance, you could see his step-sister, Max, with a terrified look on her face. The monster opened its big mouth, and something like a tentacle came out of it. You screamed, but no one could hear you. The tentacle headed straight for Billy and he grabbed it, trying to save the girl behind him. You could see that Max was screaming too, trying to run to him and help, but a boy held her back. You, on the other hand, ran. But it was somehow slow run. You watched as another tentacle dug into the left side of his body, and another one on the right, and then two more, lifting his body in the air. You could see blood dripping from his mouth. A final one went straight to his chest, where his heart was. You screamed his name.

Love you more than those bitches before Say you'll remember (oh baby) Say you'll remember, oh baby, ooh I will love you 'til the end of time

Billy fell on the ground right when you got to him. You didn't care that the monster wan above you. Hell, you didn't care about anything at the moment, you held his hand in yours and cried. He tried to speak, but only blood would come out of his mouth. Suddenly, the monster started to shake and collapsed on the ground near you. Part of your brain registered that, but your eyes were only looking at Billy. Max ran to you, falling on her knees on his other side. He looked at her too, this time tears falling from his eyes. He coughed out some blood and managed to say something. You could hear a low "i'm sorry" to Max, before he turned his head to you. "I love you" he told you, taking his last breath. Both you and Max cried, repeating his name, begging him to wake up. But he didn't.

#billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #billy x you #billy x reader #stranger things #lana del rey #blue jeans #billy hargrove fanfiction

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lovelyrots · 2 years

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Forced Matrimony

Chapter 7 - Return to Normal

Soulmate AU

Shinso Hitoshi x afab Reader x Izuku Midoriya

Rehabilitation | Ch1 | Ch2 | Ch3 | Ch4 | Ch5 | Ch6

Content Warnings - swearing,mentioned past noncon, angst, Y/N used for your name insert

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“S-Shin?”

Flashes of arguments long gone and forgotten soft words race through your mind as everything comes back to you, sending you to your knees as a sudden pain erupts in your head.

“Shit, are you okay?” “M-my head hurts so…fucking much.” “Take some deep breaths, okay? Do you know where Izuku kept the key for this collar?” You shake your head as he holds you and curses before he moves you around, pulling your hair away from your neck as he pokes seemingly random spots on the collar.

“Hold your hair away from the back of the collar, this is one of the dumbest things I’m about to try.” You don’t have time to ask anything before you feel an intense heat at the back of your neck, hot enough that sweat is already building on the nape of your neck and the smell of burnt metal greets your nose. “Just a few more seconds, then we can get you out of here.”

Just as he said, a few seconds pass before the clunking metal falls apart before you and you press your hands to your freed neck. You wince as your fingers pass over some healed burn marks from your last escape attempt but shake it off and shakily stand. “Why are you here? I thought-“ “Look, I’ll explain everything later but right now we need to get out of here.” Shin cuts you off and leads you out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

“B-bunny? Where are you going?” You jump and turn your head to see Izuku slumped over and struggling to sit up. “Ignore him, that sedative won’t last long in his system.” Shin tells you and practically pushes you to the open front door. “You fucking bastard! I’ll kill you Shinso! I’ll find you Bunny! We’re soulmates, we’re meant for each other!” You stumble as Izuku screams out and hesitantly look back, deja vu hitting you with the ghosts of all your previous escape attempts and his arms wrapping around you like a vice before you could set foot outside.

Yet, there he is. Laying on the floor shaking, and struggling to just get up while tears stream down his face. Why do you feel such an ache in your chest seeing him like this?

“Please, Bunny, don’t go! I-I’m sorry I was mean!” He cries and you stumble as you watch him try to crawl over to you. “Unless you want to stay here, I really think we should get moving.” Shin tugs you forward and you have to force yourself to move. Your bare feet soon meet the cool earth as the two of you run from your former prison, rocks and fallen twigs digging into your feet until Shin stops and you run into him.

You’re about to ask him why he stopped when you spot someone you thought you’d never be able to see again. “Dabi!” You grin and race over to him, your arms wrapping around his lean frame. “Hey Shrimp, this dipshit finally did something good, huh?” You lean back and watch him glare at Shin, his hands twitching enough that you’re sure if you weren’t right in front of him then he’d have lit Shin up like a Christmas tree.

“Hey, just get her out of here and I’ll handle the rest. All I want is her to be safe.” That for some reason tears a laugh out of Dabi. “Oh yeah sure. I’ll just trust some undercover hero shithead, the same shithead that couldn’t be a man and tell someone in person that they want to breakup.” “Dabi, just take me home, please.” You jump in before he can do anything to Shin. Dabi remains glaring at Shin until he sighs and pulls out a phone and texts a number, one of Kurogiri’s portals appearing seconds later. “Keep her out of public spaces for a while, just long enough for things to calm down.” “Whatever, hero.”

You turn to look at Shin just before you step through, “Thank you Shin.” and with that you’re back in the bar. You have only seconds before you’re tackled by a crying Toga and Spinner and only kept standing with Dabi’s help. “Alright, give her some space ya freaks.”

You laugh, really laugh for the first time in months, and try your best to wrap your arms around the two. “I’m never letting you out of my sight Y/N! I missed you too much!”

Dabi guides the three of you to a booth while Toga chatters away, filling you in on any new drama, and stalks over to Shigaraki. It’s almost surreal how easily everything feels normal again for you. At least, that’s what you’re chalking up that weird ache in your chest to.

Shinso watches Y/N step through the portal and sighs. “At least she’ll be safe.” Reluctantly, he turns back in the direction of the nearly obscured house and waits for the inevitable angry green mess to come hurtling towards him.

After all, it’s either let him be branded as a traitor and possible villain as some form of revenge for ‘taking’ his soulmate away from him or try to beat some sense into the hero. Even though, he knows he’ll also get quite the beating. “I’m a fucking idiot, aren’t I?” Shinso mutters to himself as he readies himself, his eyes locked on the path towards the house while he loosely wraps the end of his capture scarf around his palm.

The sudden crack of branches is his only warning as he flings himself to the side and once the dust settles, an infuriated Izuku is glaring him down. “Where is she?!” “Tch, she’s somewhere safe from you.” Shinso has to retreat into the canopy of the trees as Izuku mindlessly attempts to slam into him, rage unlike anything Shinso had seen taking over the green hero.

“Why? She’s MY soulmate! You don’t know ANYTHING about us!” Izuku screams at him as Shinso flings himself from tree to tree to avoid what are likely fatal hits, each time he narrowly dodges one of Izuku’s fists he can still feel his breath being forced out of him.

“You kidnapped her and forced her away from a normal life! That’s what I know! Normal people in a relationship, soulmates or not, they don’t kidnap each other.” He tries to get through to him, if only to try and calm the berserk hero down before he demolishes the whole forest or ends up killing Shinso.

“I brought her home! I was good to her! Do you know how long I waited to hold my soulmate?” This isn’t looking good, it seems no matter what Shinso says, it just makes Izuku worse. “I’ve watched everyone around me find their soulmates and live their happily ever fucking after! Don’t I deserve my happy ending?! Haven’t I given the damn universe enough?!” Shinso’s feet stutter to a stop as Izuku breaks down huffing and puffing with fat tears running down his freckled cheeks.

“All I’ve wanted for the past ten years is to find my soulmate! I’m sick of pretending I’m happy when I’m not, I’m sick of being left alone at the end of the day!” Izuku smashes a fist into the earth, sending a shudder through Shinso’s body from the aftershocks.

“Well you found her, but guess what? After all of this, she may not even want to see you anymore—let alone admit you’re her soulmate. If you want her back then…then first you have to calm down.” What matters first is getting him to stop smashing everything in sight and trying to kill him.

Tentative steps lead Shinso right to Izuku, a cautious hand behind him with a strong enough sedative ready, and an open palm reached out. “If you want her then you have to do it right. I’ll…I’ll help you but only if you do things right this time.” Shinso sighs and waits for any reaction, good or bad, from Izuku.

“Why? If I’m some monster like you’re making me out to be, then why help me?” “Because it might make Y/N happy. It’s not for you. You two share marks, so maybe you’re meant to be together but not if you’re going to lock her up in a tower. So do you want my help or not?”

Shinso holds his breath as Izuku slowly gets up, standing just an inch taller than him, and grabs his hand in a vice-like grip. “Fine, where is she?” Shinso hisses and tears his hand away, pressing on the sore joints in his hand as he takes a step back. “Somewhere she feels safe, I’m not telling you anything else until she tells me she wants to see you again.”

“Shinso, just tell me where she is and I’ll make it up to her! Please!” Izuku grabs onto the front of his shirt and yanks him closer as he begs. “If you want my help then we’re doing this my way and that means waiting until she wants to see you again. For now, just go get cleaned up. I’ll call you if she says yes.” Shinso pries his fingers off the dark material of his shirt and starts walking away, an ear listening for a possible attack from the other hero.

“Hey Y/N, you’ve got a call.” Kurogiri calls to your hunched over form at the end of his bar. “Take a message for me Kuro, I’m too tired.” You blindly wave him off and attempt to catch some sleep on the cool bar top. “I’m not your secretary.” He mutters as he leaves the wireless receiver in your open hand and stalks off.

“Ugh, what is it?” You sit up and close your eyes as the static on the other end clears out. “Hey Kitten.” Your eyes snap open and you suddenly feel awake as you hear Shin—or Shinso apparently—say that old nickname he had given you. “Why are you calling?” You wince at the bitter tone hanging on your tongue, some hurt clinging onto you after Dabi had told you what had happened between you and Shin so long ago.

“Before I say anything, Midoriya wants to see you again and he’s willing to do things right this time.” You freeze up and Dabi immediately notices from across the bar, you hold up a hand and walk into the back towards your temporary room.

You had been held by Deku long enough that your landlord figured you were dead or something, he waited two months for you to magically appear with rent, and your stuff had been trashed and your apartment given to someone else. So now you crashed at either the hideout or Toga’s place. Unfortunately, that meant Dabi stuck to you like you’d disappear again if you weren’t in his sights.

“Fuck no. If that’s all, then you can fuck off.” You manage to keep your voice even and lock your door behind you before sitting on the thin mattress sitting snug against the wall. “Hang on! I’m going to be there if you decide to meet him, and I’ll make sure he won’t hurt you.” You take in a stuttering breath and try to force yourself to not throw the phone. “He already hurt me, he’s fucking raped me! I don’t want a damn thing to do with him! If you’re a hero then do the right fucking thing and throw him in prison.” You don’t wait for him to say anything more and hang up.

‘Deep breath in, 1, 2, 3, and breathe out’ you repeated that process until you felt the rage and anxiety that bubbled up at the mention of the hero leave your body, for now at least. “You alright, kid?” You glance to your door and debate letting Dabi in, the desire for someone you can actually trust winning over and leading you to unlock the door and crack it open.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” “You’re a shit liar, you know.” He rests his weight on the door, nudging it open just a little more, and stares at you. “Want to go burn some shit?” A laugh tears it’s way out and you hum before nodding. “Fine, just let me get changed. Pick a color; pink, blue, or white.” “Go with the white beanie, shrimp. Be out in five or I’m leaving your ass behind.” You roll your eyes and shut the door again, already feeling a little better.

You rummage through the clothes Compress and Toga had gathered for you and pull out some jeans and a white-ish hoodie, and the white beanie Dabi had suggested, and quickly changed and tucked your hair into the beanie as best you could.

This was pretty much your standard outfit now: a beanie or hat to hide your hair or face, an oversized hoodie that’s comfortable and warm, and some variation of jeans or sweatpants depending on what you’re doing. It was warm and it obscured certain details that a certain someone may be looking for.

You take your time leaving the back rooms and spot Dabi by the door leading out to the street, though he wasn’t alone. That wild mop of purple hair that, through the fragments of your memories, once made your cheeks warm upon seeing it and one of the two people you’d like to never see again attached to it.

There weren’t many others around the bar—really it was just you, Kurogiri, and the two men attempting to be quiet while arguing. “Get the fuck out before I lose my temper, she doesn’t want a fucking thing to do with you or any other heroes.”

“Let him talk, then you can throw him out.” You cross your arms and lean against a nearby booth as the two turn towards you. Dabi scoffs and lets go of Shin’s shirt, going and leaning over the bar on one of the stools while keeping his eyes locked on the two of you.

“I’m not meeting him, so if that’s why you’re here then you might as well leave.” You get out before Shin can even open his mouth. “I’m here to apologize to you. For what I did and what I asked of you. I…I didn’t know what he’d done to you, and I wouldn’t even think to ask if I’d known. So please, forgive me?” He reaches for your hand but stops himself when you flinch away from his touch.

“If you want my forgiveness then you’ll make sure he can never come near me again. Now please get out.” You step around him and head over to Dabi, your back turned to Shin as you hear his steps move towards the door and pause before he’s gone.

“You know, there’s a new statue of wonder boy. Still feel like burning shit?” Dabi stands and wraps an arm around your shoulder as you turn your head to look at him. “Can we get ice cream after?” “Whatever you want kid, just don’t expect me to carry it back.”

The next four hours were spent trekking through the city and lighting random things on fire; a billboard with the retired heroes Endeavor and Hawks promoting some safety course, a closed down toy store near the outskirts of the city, and the statue of Deku that Dabi had told you about.

That one was the most satisfying to watch burn.

Now here you two were, a bag with pints of stolen ice cream swinging from your hand while Dabi walked carefree a couple paces in front of you. “Thanks for today Dabi.” “Don’t mention it, though if you want to repay me then try and get some actual sleep. Everyone can tell you aren’t sleeping right.” You were stunned and stopped walking, causing Dabi to pause and turn back to you. “Blame Kurogiri, he’s annoyed you’re always trying to sleep on his precious bar top.”

You snap out of your stupor and run past him with your head held high. “Maybe I can’t sleep because of Spinner’s snoring. Ever think of that?” You hear him snort and catch up to you. “See that’s funny because Spinner doesn’t stay at the bar anymore. You don’t have to tell me shit about why you’re not sleeping, just promise to try and sleep better.” You tense up but just hum and nod as you two continue your walk back home.

You huff and turn onto your side and a groan leaving your throat as you realize no matter which way you lay, you just can’t fall asleep.

You fumble around for the burner phone you’d gotten and squint at the brightly lit screen saying it was nearly three in the morning. “Why? Am I just cursed now?” You mumble to yourself as you sit up and stretch before throwing a hoodie over your tank top and sweatpants, deciding to go downstairs and fix yourself a drink. Kurogiri would understand if you needed a drink, and if he didn’t? Well you can just remind him that you helped break him out of his prison years ago.

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Sitting in the corner booth was the very person you had been thinking of. “Hey Kuro, I’m gonna get a glass of whiskey. Can’t sleep.” He lets out a sigh but doesn’t stop you and you glance over to see him reading something. “What’re you reading?”

“Something you should take a look at, it’s over soulmates and the connection between them.” You freeze up just as you grab the bottle of whiskey and don’t notice your hand shaking until you hear the clinking of ice in your glass and practically slam the glass down.

“No thanks, I’ve had enough of soulmate bullshit.” You snarl and pour the whiskey until it threatens to overflow. “Then I guess you don’t want to erase that mark. I believe one of these chapters had a method of getting rid of a mark and the connection to their soulmate through it. Guess I’ll keep it to myself.” That stops you from going back to your room.

If you could get rid of your mark then you could really get back to normal. You’d never feel phantom touches on your hand throughout the day and into the night. You could really put the past eight months behind you, and forget the whole experience with that monster.

“Hey Kuro, mind if I borrow that book?” You tentatively ask, suddenly worried he may say no. “Go right ahead.” He gently closes it and slides it across the table towards you. “Thanks.” You whisper and take the heavy book back to your room with your whiskey.

#mha #x reader #bnha #tw swearing #tw yandere #tw angst #tw past noncon #tw past abuse #izuku x reader #shinso x reader

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supercriminalbean · 1 year

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Things that made me insane during criminal minds evolution:

Written while I watched so enjoy my bumbling mess. Spoiler alert of course.

Episode 7:

I've seen spoilers this time so I sad oh we. It's mainly only because of Garcia stuff.

The women in the opening looks like my old friend..huh weird.

Why did deputy dipshit do the opening quote gross.

Oh no it's the JJ and Penelope from season 3 scene but worseeeeee.

Emily is concerned and thinking.

Garcia baby you need a friend your obliviously not okay you need support.

Emily is a mood.

So I'm emotionally lately and Papa Rossi with Tara I'm cryinggg.

Okay no. I'm sorry but look I LOVE Tara I do and I get she just got broken up with but hear me out hear. When Luke and JJ almost died they didn't even get to go home for a sleep before they had to keep going on the case but Dave Is trying to get Tara to take 3 days off (hell yes she desever it but not my point right now) JJ in the last episode qas exhausted and honstely she's probably close to a break down and no one e is there for her apart from Will of course but what happened to the team that use to be a family please. It so broken.

I need David Rossi to give me a dad talk or someone to give me a dad talk please.

Where's Luke??? Ughh I'm over the writers.

Oh hi Luke never mind.

I fucking love Rossi and Luke they feed of each other I swear 😂

JJ your so quite baby. Your so pretty I love you.

The deputy douchbag is growing on me.

He was now no more.

Okay I love him again

Am I the only one who ships him and Emily? I mean no what no I don't...

Mm Ellias 😍

Rossi 😳😳 I uh um. I was looking at that yesterday to.

Everytime I hear them mention Reid I get excited but I know it's just teasing.

Boss, JJ, Double Boss. Only Garcia haha baby 😂

Emily freeze definitely scared the fuck out of Penelope you can't tell me otherwise. It scared me.

Emily is scared haha.

Emily same.

Committed to pleasure oh baby that's one type of pleasure huh.

He spent the night at my house..

EMILY GROAN IS ME I LIVE FOR IT.

EMILY FACE IS TO RELATABLE RIGHT NOW WHY IS SO HOT ALSO LIKE FUCK MOMMY?!?!!!

Penelope is scared and then was like a bitch like bruhh

I have to say tho even without Prentiss being a profiler just her being friends with Garcia for so long she knew she wouldn't call him today.

I can not take this episode seriously im sorry I love Garcia right now she reminds me of me this weekend.

I'm also Emily at my friend's decision in men.

The little I love you when she leaves.

Garcia needs to get her shit together but why is Noone asking her what she's up to? Does anyone check in on Penelope and JJ anymore like thoes two were always there for the team. Derek and Spencer were thier supporters and so was Hotch now they gone so just thoes two thinking they are all alone again because they have trust issues someone hug them please.

I'm starting to like deputy director he cool man just don't lie to people man, but damn he good at.

Why is Luke called Alvez by everyone it's weird.

Moose aww, I was also suprised the girl was alive.

Tara baby I wanna hug you.

Garcia please talk to him.

David Rossi I love you but why can't you fucking see that JJ and Garcia are not okay. Thank you.

Haha okay when the deputy director speaks and Rossi stares at him I just shkgfybsuajb fall in idk not love maybe I just need to get laid.

Bailey smile is cute haha dumbass I think you might die soon.

Fuck why is Luke in leather hot

The way Emily glance at him damn.

Okay I was hoping for Lesbian Emily this season ugh.

Mm Elias swearing 🥵🥵 holy crap me I'm not good

Nooo where did grace go???

Bitch don't follow the lights you dumbass

Aww I love this girl haha her view of God is great.

Garcia. Okay I know I KNOW we don't like this Tyler Green situation but his smile when she speaks is cute why can't I get a person to smile like that at me.

I love Garcia rambling its so cute.

Tyler getting it is good I like this it's good.

Um no do not go over!!! At least have Emily or JJ over please!! Or even better Luke... jealous Luke...please.

Ugh I'm sorry but I hate it I HATE it when females think they can push or slap other when annoyed or angry and think it's okay but if a man did it oh hell no. Ughhh Elias your wife annoys me.

Omg he was really so close to killing her and that's kinda hot and sad.. and I need therapy.

Grace and Ashley are awwww.

Bailey is cute and Emily Is adorable.

Bailey didn't lie, not suprise love it.

BAILEY I 100% UNDERSTAND I NEED MORE MEN MY DADS AGE TO DISAPOINT TO. but for different reasons...unless you also uhu.

Come and get it Mother fucker 😂

I hope Ashley lives.

Aww Bailey dumbass put pressure on the wound. I know it's late.

He's so sweet 😭😭 if I'm dying can he hold me please.

Oh no another crush on a fictional man ahhhhh noooooo. No no no. Oh fuck it why not.

Elias shot your wife please I don't like her.

He's not leaving for good it'd just a little while damn. Why they crying are they like not use to this. Doesn't he travel alot for work anyway I don't get it? Do I just have trauma and use to this shit?

Rossi ugh fuck you. Like yes Tara needs love but JJ just seems sad like please something wrong.

Holy fuck Will hi I missed you.

Oh shit 😂

I'm sorry but I love them but somethings wrong.

Noooo the case is closed haha Emily won't let that happen.

Tyler fuck off!!!!

He hot tho and the way he looks at her Is kinda cute.

TYLER SHUT UP PLEASE YOU ARE RUINING MY HOPES FOR LUKE.

I mean he's not lying Penelope Garcia also saved my life.

Her smile her smile her smile!

His smile his eyes.

No shut up Garia ew yes hot yes kinky yes I want you to say that to me (and Luke) but not him.

Like I don't like it but at least we finislly get to see Penelopes love life without stupid Kevin because when she dated Sam (season 9 to 11) IT DISAPPEARED.

NO PENELOPE NO! BAD PENELOPE!

Rossi please get some rest, I'm worried.

Oooh his own kill kit

Rossi gonna get himself killed.

Haha neighbor same, omg the song choice nooooo. Omg no no 😂😂

Okay I'm GARCIA! actually no I'm blaming that line on. KIRSTEN VANGSNESS!!!

THIS SCENE IS SO HOT HOLY FUCK.

His grin, the books,the heavy breathing. She totally rided him hard. But his hair isn't messed up weird.

Okay so um thoughts I know we want Derek go come back to knock some sense into Penelope but I don't think he's going to be that good... you know who we need.. we need and I know the Writers are going to really really struggle on this but um what about bringing but... JJ, Emily and Tara. OH WAIT THEY NEVER LEFT BUT SOMEHOW THE FRIENDSHIP BETWEEN THOES FOUR IS COMPLETELY GONE!!!!!!!!!BRING IT BACK! Or at least JJ and Penelope or please please after season 13 Emily just doesn't seem to like JJ any more. WHY?! GIVE ME A REASON AND MY FAMILY BACK.

Also Luke. Why is he even in the show? If your not going to give him much to do your just fucking us off. WE WANT LUKE WE WANT MORE LUKE.

#criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #criminal minds spoiler #david rossi #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #penelope garcia #tyler green #luke alvez #tara lewis #garvez

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naoyaslut · 1 year

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Differences Ch. 11

authors note: here's a short chapter… i haven't had much time to write anything. i took way too many classes this semester so I am slowly dying. also this past Thursday I got rear-ended by some dipshit so I am dealing with the repercussions of his stupidity. my neck my back. T_T any who please enjoy this short chapter while I suffer with more homework.

pairings: naoya zenin x reader x toji fushiguro/jigoku (oc)

wordcount: 2.5k

warnings: treason!, mention of unknowingly poisoning pregnant reader, short chapter, profanity,

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It’d been at least a day since you last saw Toji or Jigoku, whatever the curse called himself nowadays. You’d been in bed, resting… and trying to tame the thoughts cruising through your head. It was almost as if you were looking through a kaleidoscope of different colors and beams of light blinding you from every direction.

He said that you were pregnant and scared the hell out of you. Naoya wasn’t here and until he returned, you didn’t want anyone to know of your suspected condition. Though, if you thought long and hard about it, it did make sense.

Your appetite was off the charts, you were always hungry. Even when you ate it seemed as if you weren’t satisfied. Your body ached for no reason in particular and you found yourself ill in the past when you weren’t sure what the cause was. Burying your face further into the down pillow you groaned under your breath as your stomach grumbled involuntarily. You were tired, exhausted, and afraid to leave your chambers in fear of running into Jigoku once more.

War, blood… and your own flesh in blood wanting to kill your husband and possibly your own would-be children. Nausea returned creeping from the pit of your belly crawling up your throat. Simply recalling his words causes your nerves to be wrung tight a sense of anxiety begins to wash over you.

You didn’t take notice of the door to your chambers opening, Lianne placing a hand softly on your shoulder. She gazed at you tenderly, offering you a soft smile.

“Lady Zenin… you’ve been in bed all day,” It was well after noon. You refused your breakfast choosing to instead sleep off the fatigue your body felt. “Would you like to eat something for lunch? Master Zenin will be very upset if I don’t feed you,”

Sighing under your breath, you nodded before pushing yourself up in bed. “Yes, that’s fine.. but something light please,”

You didn’t want to tell her that you weren’t feeling well. That would only cause more unwanted questions.

“I can dress, please have something prepared for me by the time I get to the kitchen.”

Lianne nodded with a smile and left your chambers to make preparations while you forced yourself out of bed to wash before dressing.

Making your way to the dining hall you sat at the large table alone. There was no one else in sight aside from a few servants walking back and forth dusting and cleaning the open area.

Lianne appeared momentarily, placing a small bowl of light broth on the table before you. It was filled with vegetables and what looked to be poultry, which you were grateful for.

You didn’t waste any time picking up the spoon in front of you and slowly began to eat the broth. The broth warmed you all the way down to the bones, your stomach grumbling in response when it hit your stomach.

It was light but flavorful, and the nausea you’d been experiencing earlier all but dissipated. The meal was delicious and more than welcome for your hunger.

“Did you want dessert, my lady?” Lianne asked, she was headed back to the kitchen, a curious look plastered on her face.

You simply shook your head in response offering her a weak smile.

“Maybe later, just this is fine.”

Lianne returned a smile and returned to the kitchen Emi passed her to enter the dining room on her way out.

Emi smiled sweetly at you before setting the silver tray on the dining room table. Stepping away from the table she turned to you, twisting her hands in one another in what seemed to be nervousness.

“My lady, would you like some tea?”

Even though you thought Emi was foul and you wanted nothing to do with her the gesture seemed at least a little bit genuine. And you would be sure that the tea would help with unsettling nausea that seemed to rest in the pit of your gut.

“Yes please, thank you…”

Emi smiled cheerily and reached back over to the tray to take hold of one of the empty teacups. She busied herself with pouring the hot tea from the teapot while Toji soundlessly entered the dining room.

His sudden appearance startled you, even more so as he took the empty seat beside you his dimming gaze sweeping over your face languidly.

“Good afternoon, lady Zenin, I feel as if I haven’t seen you in days,” Toji quipped, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

Lianne entered the dining room once more, placing a bowl of soup in front of Toji and taking your near-empty bowl with her before turning back toward the kitchen.

“Good morning… I have been feeling under the weather,”

Toji chuckled under his breath, the silky-smooth sound causing the heat of embarrassment to creep up your neck.

Emi dropped three sugar cubes into the tea she had poured, stirring it slowly until they dissolved. Emi knew you loved your tea sweet, so she added another for good measure before sitting the cup down in front of you.

“Your tea, my lady,” Emi bowed slightly, turning to retrieve the empty tray in an attempt to return to the kitchen.

“Thank you,” reaching for the cup, you paused when a slightly bitter scent wafted up from your cup. You were expecting the gentle floral aroma that you normally smelled when you had your tea, but this was different. “Emi, is this different from my usual tea? It smells a bit… stale,”

Emi halted pressing the silver tray flat against her abdomen, her eyes growing wide in surprise at your question.

“Ah, yes my lady, it seems as if we are out of your favorite brew… but from what I’m told this one is just as delightful,” Emi forced a nervous smile, her eyes shifting from you to Toji where he was sending her a glare, his expression motionless and flat.

You again reached for your tea but paused as Toji put up a flat palm signaling you to wait. The air was tense and you could sense that Emi was becoming nervous.

“Then you drink it,” Toji suggested. His icy expression never changed a bit as he waited in silence, expecting her to avoid the cup.

Glancing down at the cup of tea still steaming, your eyes returned to Toji and then Emi who was backing away from the table once again.

“I-I’m not thirsty… Master Toji, I made it for Lady Zenin,” Emi pressed, avoiding Toji’s hardening gaze.

You were confused as to why Toji seemed to be so on edge and equally baffled by Emi’s odd behavior. Something was going on… did Emi do something to your drink?

“Then you’ll taste it, to be sure it’s safe for Lady Zenin won’t you?” Toji stood, grabbed the teacup, and walked around the table holding it out for Emi to grasp.

By this time Lianne and a couple of other maids from the kitchen had entered the dining room. Everyone stood quietly watching as the scene began to unfold.

Emi looked everywhere but at Toji, her eyes dancing over all the women in the room who was about to see her undoing.

“Master Toji- plea-“

The teacup shattering against a nearby wall got an audible gasp from all the workers in the room including you. “T-Toji!”

Toji ignored you as you rose from your seat, pulling the hem of your gown from underneath your feet while you stood behind him intent on stopping his angry outburst.

“Are you aware that it’s treason to try and poison the lady of the house?”

His words caused you to stop in your tracks and Lianne pulled you aside away from Toji as he continued to drill into Emi. Her hands still clutched the silver tray against herself a cold sweat beginning to form along her brow.

“I-I would never” Emi tried to intervene again, but Toji wouldn’t allow it.

Toji interrupted her once more workers and a few sentries crowded into the dining room to see what all the commotion was.

Everyone stood in silence, one of the guards speaking up to see what was going on.

“Master Toji, what’s going on?” The guard who spoke up was young, he had probably not been a guard of the estate very long. Maybe having graduated from his training before the others set out on their voyage.

Toji glanced over his shoulder, holding a hand up once more his expression very much like stone. “Stand by,”

Emi let out a ragged breath, took a step away from Toji, and began to curl in on herself before she began blubbering out apologies.

“Master Toji… I swear it on my own mother’s life… I did not intend to poison Lady Zenin… I ju-”

“And yet you’ve been doing it for months,” Toji pulled the Tanto at his hip from its sheath pointing it in Emi’s direction almost lazily. “Did you know that Lady Zenin is with child? Naoya’s heir grows within her womb, so technically you’ve tried to kill his beloved wife and his child. What do you have to say to that?”

Emi dropped the tray she’d latched onto in astonishment, her eyes wide and brimming with tears. Slowly, she made eye contact with you while retreating another step away from Toji. “S-she’s pregnant?”

Toji clicked his tongue in annoyance, sheathing his weapon and turning his back to Emi. He briefly glanced at the young guard before his gaze landed on you.

“Seize her and take her to the dungeons, until Naoya returns from his trip,” Toji held out a hand for you to take and began to guide you out of the dining room. “I’m sure he will want to deal with this one personally,”

The two guards wasted no time restraining Emi as she flailed uselessly yelling out apologies that were barely understood in between her sobs.

“No no, Lady Zenin I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it, honest! I didn’t know!”

The doors of the dining room slammed shut behind you and Toji as he guided you back to what you assumed were your chambers. His hand that had been firmly holding yours slowly migrated to your bicep as he pulled you along. You didn’t realize it, but you were slowing down giving him slight resistance as you paced through the halls.

“S-she was poisoning me..?” You asked incredulously, dread creeping into your chest nausea again beginning to churn in your belly.

How could you not have seen it sooner? Every time that Emi offered you tea, you’d become ill later in the night. It had already happened twice before, and you were just now realizing it. You were so caught up with everything else going on within the estate that you never gave Emi a second thought.

You knew she didn’t like you, but you hardly had any idea to this extent. Sighing in exasperation you glanced up at Toji, your voice shaking almost violently. The palm of your free hand covered your abdomen while Toji pried open the double doors to the bedroom you shared with Naoya.

“What if… whatever she was giving me hurt my baby…?” Your voice dropped to a whisper, as fear began to wrap around your heart squeezing it tight.

Toji ushered you into the room and made sure to close the doors behind both of you before he turned to you, brushing the hand along your abdomen aside. His large palm sprawled flat against the fabric of your gown the warmth from his fingertips seemingly seeping into your skin underneath.

Underneath those dim hues of his, you could see that spark of sanguine red, the color of blood underneath. He was in there. You weren’t sure if he was controlling Toji or if they were slowly melding into one being. It was a rare occurrence but even you had read about it in books dating back to ancient times.

“There’s nothing wrong with the child, if it were harmed or dead, you’d know it.” Toji removed his hand from your belly and took a step away from you to put a small gap between you. “I need to send a carrier pigeon to Naoya’s destination, he must be informed of the events that have transpired here at the estate,”

With that Toji turned, giving you his back for the second time today.

Without thinking, you grasped at the sleeve of his kimono to keep him here for a moment longer. You were afraid. Actually, you were terrified, that one of the women that were supposed to look after you had been slowly poisoning you this whole time.

“Wait… I” You stumbled over your words. You wanted to keep the knowledge that you were pregnant to yourself as long as possible and Toji had just announced it to everyone who had stayed back in the estate. “Please… don’t inform Naoya that I am pregnant, I didn’t want him to find out in this manner…” “There’s nothing we can do about it, now. He needs to know, it will only serve to get him back here as soon as possible anyway,”

He was right. He would find out sooner than later, even if it wasn’t from Toji. Releasing your hold on Toji’s sleeve you moved away to put a respectable distance between you. Perhaps Toji could sense your uneasiness because he had crowded you once more the fingers of his right curling around the nape of your neck to hold you in place.

You remained ramrod stiff in his hold as the heat of his breath gusted over your face and then the curve of your throat.

“Don’t worry, we’ll post guards outside of your doors 24-7,” His verdant eyes shined over once again, the faint glint of red passing over the iris’. “Lianne will be the only one allowed in your chambers and perhaps I’ll come to visit you again in the night to put you to sleep,”

You released a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding, the substantial amount of heat emitting from Toji’s body beginning to smother you. You felt… as if you were suffocating and as the seconds ticked by, he seemed to be further invading your personal space until his lips grazed your own.

A quiet knock at the door caused him to cease his actions, Lianne’s voice filling the deathly silent space a quick moment after.

“My Lady, it’s Lianne… I’ve come to check on you,”

Toji released you, turning for the double doors to pull them open and he left without another word.

Lianne watched as he turned down the corridor, before turning to you her eyes obviously confused. You looked tired, and drained and she could see it. She helped you to the bed and helped you sit down on the edge before kneeling in front of you.

“My lady… are you alright?”

#multichap fic #naoyax!femreader

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bordysbae · 1 year

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PROMPT LIST — ☆

(feel free to ask for anything, these are just ideas!)

last updated: june 10th

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FLUFF

1. "you're the only one who can calm him down"

2. “your fans don't like me"

3. “i’m here baby, don't worry"

4. "i love you more than anyone"

5. “come cuddle me"

6. “i want attention"

7. “quit stealing all the pillows!”

8. “you’re my new pillow”

9. “why are your feet so cold?”

10. “there’s room for two!”

11. “stop being grumpy”

12. "aww you're blushing!"

13. “you make me feel safe"

14. “can i get your number?"

15. “i’m scared to meet your family"

16. “i love your family, they make me feel so welcome"

17. “i like showing you off”

18. “i miss you"

19. “i need you right now"

20. "that's the prettiest fan i've ever seen"

21. “i’m so stressed out”

22. "lets have a movie night"

23. “can i do your makeup?"

24. "dance with me"

25. “it's a tiktok trend i'm sorry!"

26. “do this tiktok with me"

27. “let's go on a drive"

28. “you're drunk, i'll help you"

29. “i like that nickname"

30. "i like that outfit on you

31. “my clothes look better on you anyways"

32. “bake with me”

33. "let's go shopping"

34. “i’m sick"

35. “you're ticklish?!"

36. “let me teach you how to ice skate"

37. “take me to get my wisdom teeth out"

38. “have you seen my hoodie?"

39. “stop video taping me this isn't funny!"

40. “don't you dare post that"

41. “i look ugly”

42. “he won't stop talking about you”

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ANGST / SAD

1. “was this all just a joke to you?”

2. "we're just hooking up, it's nothing serious"

3. "why don't you ever post me?"

4. "i’ll change for you, i promise"

5. "i got in a fight because of you"

6. "i thought you cheated, i'm sorry"

7. "no need for attitude!"

8. "yeah, i'm jealous"

9. "forgive me?"

10. "he/she’s my ex, we broke up for a reason"

11. “are you really that oblivious?”

12. “i want this to be real, not fake anymore”

13. “yeah i like you, dipshit”

14. “i want you, not them.”

15. “can’t you make some time for me?”

16. “i don’t even know who you are anymore!”

17. “forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”

18. “don’t ever do that again!”

19. “do you even love me anymore?”

20. “can you shut up and listen to someone other than yourself for once in your life?”

21. “i told you not to fall in love with me.”

22. “the worst thing is, that even after all of that, i’m still in love with you.”

23. “why are you even here?”

24. “are you even listening to me?!”

25. “if you love me, you’ll let me go”

26. “i cant keep doing this to myself!”

27. “you don’t know me, so don’t act like you do.”

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ENEMIES TO LOVERS

1. “you’re my tutor? absolutely not.”

2. “you haven’t called me an asshole yet today, everything okay?”

3. “i guess were partners for this…” “oh please someone kill me now.”

4. “just cause our parents are friends doesn’t mean we are”

5. “stop following me around like a lost puppy!” … “maybe you being around isn’t so bad.”

6. “congratulations, i guess.” “oh, are you done being an asshole now?”

7. “don’t feel special that i’m here, my mom made me come.” “mhm, sure.”

8. “are they fighting again?” “worse, they’re kissing”

9. “did i just hear a ‘thank you’?” “do not get used to hearing that.”

10. “i am not getting in that car with you, are you crazy?”

11. “do you ever stop complaining?” “you ever think that if you stopped being an idiot i wouldn’t need to complain?”

12. “why do you hate me?” “you think i hate you?”

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tc-doherty · 2 years

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Incorrect Quotes Meme

I was tagged by both @italiangothicwriteblr and @worldstogetlostin to do the incorrect quotes meme so I decided to do one for (almost) every story and just see how accurate they are.

Rules: use this quote generator & list as many quotes as you like using characters from your WIPs, then tag as many people as quotes you listed.

Celestials

Seneria: Every zoo is a petting zoo unless you’re a coward. Gheist: I’m worried about you.

Accuracy: 10/10

The Deadlands

Genevieve: Where are your parents? Margherita: What are parents? Genevieve: That’s just about the saddest thing I've ever heard.

Accuracy: 8/10

The Desert of Claw and Fang

Safa: Do you even know what an amulet is? Rahim: Of course I do! I eat amulets sometimes. I like the ones with cheese and onions! Safa: Rahim, those are omelettes. Rahim: Oh. Then I’ve got nothing.

Accuracy: 7/10

Dragon's Daughter

Felisjyta: Do you take constructive criticism? Errys: No, only cash or credit.

Accuracy: 8/10 (sad Patrice didn't get selected though)

The Gryphon of Sirray

Yom: When's the last time you slept? Enori: Uh... a few days ago, I think. Yom: A few- how many?! Enori: Uh... *starts counting on fingers* I need more fingers... Yom: What you need is sleep!

Accuracy: 9/10

Hoofbeats

Kadife: N... No! Tirzha: A fair rebuttal. However, consider this counterpoint: Y... Yes???

Accuracy: 11/10

The Huntress of Anihwen

Tanwen: "It's easy to forget what a sin is in the middle of a battlefield." Siani: Opposite over hypotenuse. Siani: Dipshit.

Accuracy: 6/10

Into the Witch's Wood

Robin: Shut up, you’re messing with my train of thought! Frost: I thought you didn’t have a brain and now you say you have thoughts?

Accuracy: 7/10 (if it had pulled Ingrid instead of Frost, it would've been 10/10)

Laero

Nelli: Retta just said "I have an appetite for destruction" and then they reached down and untied my shoe.

Accuracy: 10/10

Magic Black As Knight

Bracken: There is no future. There is no past. Don't you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every fact. Swanahild: ...All I asked was if you wanted to cut your birthday cake first.

Accuracy: 9/10

but also because it pulled those two and I really wanted these idiots:

Iskandar: *walking around disappointed after visiting an aquarium* Clovis: Iskandar, what did you think a tiger shark was?

Accuracy: 10/10

Miracles

Arwyn: I am a responsible adult! Guiscard: *raises brow* Arwyn: I am an adult.

Accuracy: 8/10

Northbound

Risaul: We have a problem. Kyraen: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

Accuracy: 100/10

Second Chances

Mahesha: Wait a minute, how did this happen? We're smarter than this! Izare: Apparently, we're not.

Accuracy: 6/10

The Swan Husband

Catkin, texting Celendine: I’m a theif. Celendine: Thief. Catkin: Theif. Celendine: I before E except after C. Catkin: Thceif. Celendine: NO.

Accuracy: 7.5/10

Temitope

Computer: Please enter a password. Temitope: *types in Sigrid* Computer: Your password is too weak. Temitope: How fucking DARE YOU-

Accuracy: 8/10

The Thief Queen

Zephyral: *Pulls a glass a water from out of nowhere* Piper: Where did you get that? Zephyral: My pocket. Piper: How do you keep a glass of water in your pocket? Zephyral: Skills.

Accuracy: 10/10

Untitled 1

Dante: You’re jealous. Nyari: Jealous? Dante: That’s why you were being so negative about this. Nyari: That’s absurd. I’m always negative.

Accuracy: 6/10

Untitled 2

Liu Tengfei: Oh, here’s my award for the most rules broken! Li Mujin: That’s not an award, it’s an angry letter from our boss. Liu Tengfei, hanging it on their wall: Well, it has the word ‘most’ in it, so I’m calling it an award!

Accuracy: 7/10

Untitled 3

Tiarnach: Do you have a self-care routine? Anrikas: "Keep going bitch" said to myself in different accents.

Accuracy: 9/10

I'm tagging @emilyoracle @muddshadow @jess-p-edits @memento-morri-writes and @magefaery if you want to!

#tag games #incorrect quotes meme #my characters #the gang's all here

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iguana-eyanna · 2 years

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All The Damn Time

Pairing: Adrian Chase x plus size! reader

Summary: You scold and nurse your boyfriend when he comes to your place, bloody and bruised.

Warning: blood, scars, stitches, vulgar language, mentions of sex, a bit of peril

Adrian was cut all over his body. He thinks he bruised a rib as every time he breathed, he felt like a cow was sitting on him.

To quickly recap, he thought it would be a smart move to use his gun near a highly sensitive radiator during a mission.

How was he supposed to know it would blow up?

Small bits of metal was still lodged in his skin as the impact of the explosion made him hard to walk. Chris was able to carry him out and stole a car to travel to the nearest hospital.

"No hospital, man. I don't want to risk them taking off my mask." Adrian said, hissing as talking too much was taking all out of energy out of him.

"Well, where do you think we should go dipshit?" Chris asks.

"My-My place, my girl's there waiting for me. She's a pre-med." Adrian sputtered out.

"Wait, you have a girl?" Chris said, staring surprisingly at him.

Adrian grunts louder, making Chris swerve to where his friend lives.

Once he parked, Chris runs to Adrian's side and wrapped an arm around the back of his neck as they slowly walked to the small stairs of the door. Chris banged on it and looked down at Adrian.

"How pissed will your girlfriend be with me bringing you home like this?" Adrian laughs at Peacemaker.

"She'll stab you with the scissors in the first aid."

Two of the men look up to who said that as they see you with anger all over your face.

Adrian was about to say something but you raised your hand for him to shut up.

"Put him on the couch." You said sternly to Chris.

He obeys as he walks into your shared space and lays down Vigilante on the couch. Chris steps aside for you to do your work as you tore off your boyfriend's armor and mask. For once, Adrian chooses not to speak as you're still mad that he arrived home like this.

Chris needs to asks for your secret to shut him up.

"You big baby." You mutter under your breath as you start taking out the small bits of metal as Adrian yelps in pain.

"I'm your big baby..." Your boyfriend replies, trying to ease the tension.

Chris quietly gags in his mouth and decides to walk around your shared apartment. He sees polaroid pictures that decorated the walls. There's some of you flicking off the camera or some of Adrian who's making those ridiculous faces. He then sees a framed picture of both of you at your undergraduate, where your boyfriend dips you as you shared a romantic picture.

"My favorite picture." You said as you were near Chris.

He looks at you and sees the blood-stained latex gloves that you wore.

"Will he be alright?" Chris asks.

You look down at your hands and see how you might have scared him off. You take it off and disposed of the gloves.

"He'll be fine. He just passed out after I stitched him up."

Chris chuckles as you move around the kitchen that connected hallway he was in and sat by the kitchen island.

"Adrian never talks about you." Chris said out loud, trying not to be disrespectful.

You give a dry laugh as you washed your hands in the sink.

"Yeah, he um... thinks I'll be in danger if people knew if I was associated with Vigilante. But he doesn't care if he was in danger." You said, drying your hands.

"I'm sorry, I wished we met under better circumstances," Chris said.

You scoff as you turn around.

"Please, I already knew I would be in some sort of trouble if I met Adrian's hero."

Chris is shell shocked. "What?"

You quirk an eyebrow as you place a hand on your waist.

"The man talks about you 24/7. Even when we're having sex, he wants to check how you're doing. I even think you were the person who inspired him to get into this mess." You said.

Chris feels some sort of pride in his heart, he just thought that Vigilante was an annoying piece of shit. But all he wanted to do was be best friends with the person who shaped his path.

"You can stay until he wakes up." You said to Chris.

"I'm alright, I need to check on Eagly. He gets angsty if I'm not around." He said, already making his way out.

He turns to you before turning the knob.

"Tell him he's a good kid." Chris says as he leaves your place

'That man and his damn eagle.' you thought, rolling your eyes.

You then turn around to your boyfriend who was snoring like a pig. You filled a glass of water from the sink and splashed it in his face, making him sit up abruptly.

"Motherfuck-" your boyfriend screams, then moans as he remembers his bruised rib.

"That's for almost dying today, you asshole!" You screamed, crossing your arms.

He lowers his head down, ashamed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come home like this." He says, looking at you with puppy eyes.

You grunt from how fuckin' cute he is as you grab a small cloth and sit on the coffee table, drying him up.

"You're lucky I love you, you dumb fuck." You said, carefully wiping away the drops of water that were mixing with the grime and dry blood on his face.

He stops you with his free hand and stares at you. He didn't even have to say a word as he knows what his side job makes you feel.

Your eyes begin to water as you sob in his chest, as he wrapped his arms around you.

"I worry about you, all the damn time. You think you're so invincible because you don't think about the consequences, but what about me? I don't like how I think that tomorrow will be our last day together. What if one day, we have kids and I said that their daddy died because he has a freakin death wish, huh?" You said.

He bites his lip, seeing how torn his actions made you feel.

"You're right, I wasn't thinking." He admits.

You don't see the sincerity of his response, so he grabs your hands into his.

"Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it." He says.

"Anything?" You question. He nods his head yes.

"No sex, for a week." You said with a serious look.

His facial expression looks like you just broke up with him.

"E-ven-"

"Yes, even oral and masturbation," you replied, knowing that he would ask that.

He visibly gulps but releases a sigh.

"Okay." He simply says, kissing your knuckles.

He knows something like that would happen, but he wants to earn your love and respect. You would tell him to cut off his fingers and he would do it without question.

Having no physical intimacy for a week? He'll survive for now.

He pulls you in his arms as both of you carefully layed down on the couch, as he holds the dips in your waist.

"I love you, and I promise to be more careful." He says, looking at you with those doe eyes.

You kiss his nose, then his lips as you hold onto each other.

"Oh, by the way... Chris said that you're a good kid."

"WHAT?" he screams like a fangirl.

'oh boy' you thought as your boyfriend squeals out that this was the best day of his life.

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