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#teachers are all up my ass and i don’t know how long i can keep up the perfect student act bc clearly fake it till you make it isn’t working
yuwuta · 4 months
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mine. — inumaki toge
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❝i just wanna say you’re mine, you’re mine; fuck what you heard, you’re mine, you’re mine.
000. inumaki toge + reader
001. fluff, non-curse/college au, slightly suggestive but barely, inumaki uses sign language and speaks like two actual verbal words
002. baby sized drabble, barely even 1k words
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Toge would consider himself patient. He doesn’t mind waiting in long lines for the release of a new game, has no problem when the trains are delayed because it means he can sit and relax in the station a little longer, can sit for hours on end doing nothing and not be bored—but his tolerance for watching other people mess with his girlfriend is extremely low.
He reasons that you continue the conversation because you think it’s merely friend and polite to do so, and you’ve always been such a pleasantly happy drunk. But Toge knows this conversation isn’t friendly on the other end—and it’s not some protective boyfriend instinct, either, he has solid evidence of this idiot talking about you to his other idiot friend in front of Toge during lecture, with no knowledge that he was behind them, or that you are very not single.
(“She’s gorgeous, bro, look,” the kid muses, showing his friend your Instagram profile, “She’s in my bioethics class, and she’s easily the hottest girl. Smart, too. Little bit of a teacher’s pet, but I don’t care, she’s beautiful. A solid eight, for sure.”)
Toge knows that if this guy ever got his head out of his ass and ever bucked up the balls to actually ask you out instead of using roundabout flirting tactics and hopelessly pining over you during lectures, that you’d turn him down. He isn’t worried about losing you, and he doesn’t doubt your love for him. It does, however, concern him that there are people who believe they have a shot with you in the first place. He can’t possibly let that carry on. 
(Also, an eight? How could this guy call you beautiful, but say you’re an eight? It doesn’t equate—Toge doesn’t believe in rating women, but you’re not an eight. You’re a fifteen on a scale of one to ten; a shining star amongst a sea of planets; the love of his life). 
His fuse is about to blow when the guy touches you, reaches for your hair and carefully twirls a bit between his fingers. He knows that move; he knows the excuse was probably that there was something stuck to your hair, but Toge didn’t see shit. He’s had enough, and promptly bulldozes through Maki’s small apartment to reach you. He’s not sure if he’s making a ruckus, or if you can sense him coming, but you turn your head in his direction, a smile spreading on your face before cheering, “Hey, Toge! Do you—”
You’re cut off by a tug on your shirt, firm and impatient—but you’re not moving yet, not quick enough, so he does it again. Your eyes seem to light up with realization. You turn back to acknowledge the boy, and that’s really when Toge really loses it. All he hears is the stupid, desperate pitch of the kid’s voice sputtering out something about finding you later and grabbing drinks for you both, even as Toge’s dragging you through the crowd.
You let yourself be pulled by Toge’s greedy hand. It’s not all that far, just into a corner of the hallway, next to a closet where Maki keeps her cleaning and kickboxing supplies. He’s tempted to pull you into her bedroom, but he’s not up for being bruised for a week. 
“You okay?” you question, voice sweet and genuine—and it makes him grimace, because you really didn’t have a clue. Not one at all. 
Toge huffs, drops your hand to sign; using his left hand to circle around his face slowly, tapping at his chin. You understand, but only partially, given the slight tilt of your head and question that follows, “Beautiful? That’s why you’re upset?” 
He blinks slowly, shaking his head and flailing his arms in the direction of the living room. You follow his hands, down the hall then back to his face, but he can tell you still don’t get it. He tries again, pointing to you, then repeating his previous sign and adding another, and he can see the realization spread across your face, followed shortly by a bashful chuckle. 
“Too pretty? Me?” you ask to confirm. Toge nods his head, all serious and steely eyes, but you throw yours back with a hearty laugh this time. He crinkles his eyebrows, repeating his initial signs this time. Hdoesn’t know what’s so funny, if you’re laughing because you’re flattered or you find him ridiculous or something in between, but Toge means it either way; wants to ingrain it into you, just how beautiful you are.
So, he raises his hands again, when your eyes have met him again, and goes slower this time—pulls his mask down for good measure, so you can read his expression more clearly—to sign one simple word: “Mine.”
You tilt your head to the side again, and now Toge is the one laughing. He thinks you might be a little more drunk than you’ve let on, or maybe you just want him to indulge you. Either way, he has no problem repeating himself, doesn’t mind telling you again and again and again. 
He takes a step forward, leaving mere inches between you. You seem much smaller than him like this, still giggling, but he doesn’t mind. Toge reaches for your rest again, turning your palm upward and using a single finger to trace the letters of the word “mine,” onto your skin.
Your laughter comes to a halt when you verbalize his words, “Mine?” Toge nods, turning your wrist again to lace your hands together, pushes yours against the wall, uses his free one to cradle your cheek. He adores the way your pupils get bigger, the way your lips part slightly in anticipation. It’s his turn to smile, pulling you towards him for a kiss and ghosting his words over your lips, “You’re mine.”
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en-archive · 2 months
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Hey can you write a smut about heeseung that he is a innocent nerd but secretly knows everything and is a total opposite in bed like he looks very cute and innocent and submissive but in bed he is a mean daddy dom
This is pure filth, I don’t see him being much of a daddy dom, but he most definitely is a dom so you’re not going away anywhere anon 🐇🎀
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Nerd!Heeseung is a very innocent, funny, but nice dude sitting in your engineering class. He is not your typical nerd, he keeps a cool atmosphere, despite everyone assuming he is an innocent virgin, you didn't think so. He comes in the classroom with a cold demeanor, before smiling at anyone who greets him. He is helpful yet he keeps to himself and doesn't get close to anyone. He is the typical student that puts a little too long in studying, yet what people don't know is the actual time he puts on ruining you in the sheets the evening after your lectures.
He seems like your typical lanky boy, wearing loose fitted shirts and baggy jeans, with a thin rimmed glasses. but people don't know the several positions he bends you over in the bed . It started off innocently, one evening you found yourself stuck on a math question, and so happened to see him online in the course chat. You asked him to help you out, but instead he offered to help you personally in his dorm. "My roommate is not here, so we can work on it in peace." read the text. That time you did not think much of it, what would he even do? All he ever cared for was his grades and participation in the group. The meetings were usual, he was alone, waiting for you in his gray sweatpants and another loose gray shit that exposed his collar bones.
You wouldn't dress up any special for him, but when the lessons became a little too hot, you noticed it wasn't because of the rising temperatures with the arrival of summer. It was still winter for God's sake. At some point, the tension became irresistible, you knew he had ulterior motives when he started asking you if you still needed help with the homework, and you insisted you did. You never looked at him in that light, yet when he took off his glasses one of those nights and you both had already concluded the lesson good 20 minutes ago, when he offered you guys watch a movie. You agreed, despite piles of assignments waiting for you, but this chance was only once in a lifetime, and knew if you said no, you would never get to do it.
The movie was ignored five minutes in, his hand had already found itself on your thigh, your lips searching for his. The thin shirt he had on was ripped off of him, your fingers finding the skin on his shoulders, gripping when his own started gripping your ass.
"So much for a teacher's pet." You moaned when his fingers started to yank the hem of your shirt, dragging the fabric off of you, letting his lips latch onto the soft skin of your neck, biting and licking the sweet spot behind your ear.
"I could be your pet. " He chuckled lowly, confessing later on how much he had been looking at you the whole time during class, and how he did not let up the chance to get you alone when you asked him for help. He craved you so bad some days, the way your ass was so well sculpted out in your jeans, and the way you smiled, or scrunched your face when you couldn't understand a subject. he wanted to bite off that smile from your lips, get drunk on you. His hands finally found your naked waist, snaking up wards just to unclasp the bra and free your chest, just to immediately latch on. University, and work took up most of your time, when was the last time you got properly laid? You didn't remember, but you knew this was going to deliver you from the constant ache that bothered you these days.
The way his lips would nibble on the sensitive buds, and how his fingers would grasp the other, kneading, and caressing it. His tongue flicked the bud several times, only to trail up sloppy and wet kisses to your collar bone, leaving small butterflies around the décolletage. Covering them up would be a bitch, but that was a problem for the you tomorrow. His hands worked on the skin on your back, slowly, feather like, lingering his fingers over the goosebumps that had formed from the slight cool air in the living room. You gasped when his fingers found solace in gripping your bare ass in your clothes. You let out a shaky moan when his hands started pushing the fabric off of you, helping you rid yourself off your sweatpants and panties.
His eyes never left observing you, never leaving your face like a researcher looking at his new discovery, smiling in awe as one of his digits tested your squelching hole. Collecting the juices, you whined and smacked him in the chest when he licked the glossiness off of his fingers.
"I have been craving to taste you for so long. You make me so crazy with that cute ass of yours in class" He finally wriggled beneath you, dragging out his hard on from his sweatpants, the abused red tip already leaking precum.
"You should have said something then Hee, fuck!" You breathed out a sigh of relief when two of his digits started scissoring you, preparing for the abuse your pussy was about to experience from his tip.
"I tried, you are just so unapproachable sometimes!" He chuckled before he dragged his dick over your wet slit, collecting your juices on him before pushing in the fat tip, stretching you out just right.
You whined, arching your back from the stretch, but to him it sounded like the sweetest melody; seeing you on him, whimper and have a hard time taking his dick in, begging for him to slow down before he bottomed out and touched you balls deep. Before you could say anything to him, he took the mental que from you, seeing as you relaxed in his touch and sighed from relief and pleasure, finally getting to experience something hitting your cervix since a long time.
His hands positioned themselves on your ass again, smacking it once, just to test the waters, liking the response he got from you, hearing you and seeing you bite your lip, letting out a soft moan followed by his name.
His hips started their abuse on you slow at first, trying to grasp what you liked. He was such a good student, yet no ne would ever imagine him lean his forehead on you as he smiled at your misery to handle him. The way he teased you with his slow thrusts, not even letting you bounce on him, holding you still before he heard you start begging, which made him smile devilishly.
"Hm, what was that?" He halted himself inside you, leaving you shaking in his lap as you tried moving your hips in circular motions, trying to get him to hit you in that delicious spot, to finally see stars.
"Don't be such a fucking tease!" you whined, digging your nails in his hands, leaving crescent moons in their trail. You hated the smug look on his face, the way eh enjoyed you begging. At some point he had enough of your suffering, and started moving his hips, letting you match him in movement. The cries and whines leaving your agape mouth could have been heard from the outside of the dorm, the freshman girl passing by the door hurrying up her steps as her cheeks flushed crimson red.
"I will teach you proper language next time you come over along with math, hm, what do you say sweetheart?" You whined, the familiar knot finally tying itself inside your stomach, and you screamed when the tip of his dick started hitting your g-spot at an abnormal pace. You knew he was close.
“ Hee. I-I’m close!” You blurted out before he gave you an affirmative kiss, his tongue immediately finding yours. Drop dripped down your chin as you moaned in his mouth, letting the knot release, finally orgasming after his load shoot right inside you. His hand came to give you little soft pats on your back and ass, soothing you from the high. When his lips finally left yours, you smiled at his flushed face and your fucked up state.
“Seems you’ll have to tutor me from now on! “
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arminsumi · 7 months
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Hii can we pls get an extremely smitten in love like love sick gojo pls?????
˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱
𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤
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A/N: ABSOLUTELY!! 🥰
Wc ≈ 1.7k
Pairing: GOJO Satoru x f.reader
Summary: the annoying popular boy at college has his heart set on you 😌💕
Warnings; it's a little cheesy
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There’s a white-haired boy that always, always sits next to you in every single class. He’s got the looks that kill, one-of-a-kind features, almost too pretty to be on earth; the kind of boy that makes even teachers stutter in the middle of their lecture simply because of his presence.
So many girls fawn over him, like he’s the rockstar of your college with a bunch of groupies following wherever he goes.
And that ticks off one reason you don’t like Gojo Satoru.
The other reasons? To narrow it down; he’s an arrogant cocky flirty bastard who will not stop asking you out to parties and dates. Persistent and determined to make you crack and finally fall for him. Relentless and fast in his pursuit of your heart no matter how far it runs – he’s gonna getcha, he knows it, it’s just a matter of time.
He’s never felt this deeply or intensely. It makes his head spin. When you walk in the room, when you speak, when he sees your name on an attendee list… it has him feeling tingly and lightheaded. Even getting a text from you makes him jump; he replies in two seconds and pouts when you leave him on read. He even complains to his mom and Suguru about you.
This boy is the walking symptoms of lovesick.
But he’s in heavy denial about it. No, no – he’s not obsessed, you’re obsessed. He’s not crushing on you; you’re crushing on him. He’s not chasing you; you’re chasing him. He doesn’t wanna kiss you, you wanna kiss him.
“You have such a fat crush on me.” He smirks, talking unashamedly loudly so everyone who’s passing down the columned corridor can hear.
You sigh. “No I don't, Gojo.”
“It’s Satoru to you,” he winks, “And anyways, you’re not busy this afternoon, yeah?”
“Actually I am – ”
“Great! Let’s go out.”
Your whole face spells how frustrated you are.
“Oh my god…” you sigh, getting up for your next class which was in two minutes – Gojo took up all your time. Your friends had long slipped away after he gave them a glare, snickering as they did because they thought the whole thing between you and him was hilarious.
His long legs strode next to you down the corridor.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“To class.” you replied.
“Let me walk you there.” he offered eagerly.
“Thanks, but there’s really no need.” you replied.
He looked at you like a sad puppy, so you gave in. “Oh my god, fine then.”
“Ask me nicely.”
“What!” you looked at him incredulously, “You’re the one who – oh my god never mind. Walk me to class, Gojo.”
He grinned in satisfaction. You almost wanted to smack him.
“It’s Satoru.” He corrected.
“I’m not calling you that. We’re not friends.” You said.
“Gosh, you’re breaking my heart!” he jokes, but deep down he was a little cut by that. You could tell by how he said no more smart remarks. He was silent.
You slid into your seat, watching your professor prepare the sliding whiteboards with awful scribbles of calculus. Gojo slid right next to you, settling his smart ass down a little closer than last time. He was aching to get closer to you in any way he could.
“I need a pen.” He whispered under his breath to you as soon as the lecture began.
“Seriously? Again? Where do you keep putting the ones I give you, up your ass?”
He smirked at you. Pretty blue eyes peaked over the rims of his sunglasses. You weren’t the only one to notice that he had them on indoors; the professor glanced over and immediately reprimanded him.
“Gojo, glasses off indoors, please. Don’t make me keep reminding you.” She said.
Gojo grumbled and reluctantly took them off, setting them down on the desk. You’d already began hastily scribbling notes, but all Gojo managed to do for the first ten or fifteen minutes of the lecture was drum his borrowed pen on his empty spiralbound notebook. He stole thirsted glances of you out of the corner of his eyes.
At some point his attention solely focused on you.
He observed you intently; the way you held your pen, the pace at which you write, your handwriting, how you leaned over just enough for your breasts to lightly squish against the desk.
“Hey.” He whispered to you.
You looked at him bemusedly. Ah, here he goes again. Fifteen minutes in and he has something to say to you.
“Can I copy your notes?” he asked.
“Seriously?” you whisper-shouted. The professor was so deep into her lecture about calculus that she didn’t notice Gojo starting to chat you up.
Asking to copy your notes was just his entry into flirting; what followed next was “I like your handwriting” and “so about that date…” and “there’s a party at my place this weekend…” and “wanna ditch this class together?”
“Satoru,” you said, “shut up, please.”
He shut up, not because you asked him to – he would have gone on and on despite your wishes, but you called his name. That took him aback so much so that he actually had to recompose himself and sit back, take in a breath, think for a bit. The way you pronounced his name had him in pieces.
Now came the part of the lecture where Satoru started making you laugh. You tried so hard not to, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction – but he had a good humour, you couldn’t deny a few breathy laughs here or there.
His unwavering stare was so distracting. That and the fact he kicked his feet up on the desk. He took them down when the professor turned around, and then resumed his lazy position as soon as she turned back to the whiteboard.
“Satoru,” you began, “How is it that you never take notes and still pass?”
He shrugged. “I’m a prodigy. You’re sitting next to a real genius.”
You regretted asking.
He felt bad, so he gave you a small honest answer. “I cram at night.”
“Ah, I see.”
“Would be nice to have a study buddy…” he suggested.
“No.”
“But wouldn’t it be nice? Let’s study in the library later.”
“No – ”
“Okay! I’ll meet ya there!” he smiled decisively, choosing to ignore your decline.
The class concluded, and Gojo lingered by your desk waiting for you to pack up. Some lovestruck girls always approached him at that point, and he held small talk with them. He absolutely let their compliments fuel his ego.
You tried to take advantage of the fact he was distracted by them so you could slip out of the lecture theatre unnoticed. But he had good eyes.
“Oh, gotta go. Bye.” He said hastily, eyes locked on you like you were his target. He practically tumbled down the desk levels to get to you.
Just as you disappeared beyond the door, he caught up with you, lanky body colliding with yours on ‘accident’. You thought it was deliberate, but it really was an accident – he was so clumsy around you. He threw you a lopsided, apologetic smile.
That familiar sad puppy expression developed on his features as you walked quickly down the corridor and ignored him. Inside, you were bitter about how he bathed in those girl’s attention.
He had his hands behind his back. A peculiar thing – he usually walked like he owned the place with his hands swinging like a model on a runway. You stopped abruptly in your tracks when you noticed his deflated behavior. He bumped into you again.
“Hey…”
“Sorry.” He muttered apologetically.
“… wanna get lunch together, after studying?” you offered, feeling bad for how you ignored him the whole walk to the library.
His eyes lit up. “Yeah! Yeah… uh, yes.” He almost choked. “Absolutely.”
After that, he had a pep in his step as he followed you into the library.
Studying with him was super unproductive. He kept teasing your face, pinching your cheeks and ears to get your attention and then when he had it, he started rambling about something.
Then he pulled giggles out of you. He did such goofy, stupid things.
“Look.” He said, so you looked away from your textbook.
You shook your head.
He had balanced a book on his head and bit his borrowed pen between his pearly whites.
“Don’t put my pen in your mouth! I don’t want your germs.” You said.
He grinned.
You had to admit… that was an attractive smile. The way his Addam’s apple subtly shifted. The way his eyes lit up. The way his eyes creased.
He took the book off his head and the pen out of his mouth.
“You don’t want my germs?” he pouted jokingly.
“No, no way.”
“How are we ever gonna kiss?”
“E – excuse m – what? Huh?”
Gojo giggled. He threw that in just to see your reaction.
“You sooo wanna kiss me.” He teased.
“Uh… I don’t…” you swallowed.
“You’re such a bad liar.” He said, his tone shifting into a genuinely serious one.
“I’m not lying. I’d never kiss you.” You spoke.
“Yeah?”
He brought his face closer to you. So close you could see the subtle freckles on his pale cheeks.
“What would you do if I kissed you?” Gojo asked, peering at your soul with his eyes.
You stuttered, too stunned to response. What would you do? It was a genuine question, you could tell by the tone of his voice and look in his eyes. He really wanted to know.
“I don’t know…” you responded.
“Have you thought about it at all?” he asked. A slight nervousness shook his vocals. There was the smallest of voice cracks as he said ‘thought’.
Should you have been honest? You were looking into his eyes contemplatively. Was he trying to trick you? Was he gonna get an answer out of your lips and then humiliate you with it?
You just bit the bullet and said it.
“Yeah, I guess I have.”
His eyes searched for any hints that you were kidding. You got his heart thumping, his blood rushing around so hard he felt dizzy.
It looked like he wanted to kiss you really badly, but your phone went off and ruined the moment completely. The lovey air dissolved between you and him and he wished it hadn't.
While you hastily took your phone call, you noticed out of the corner of your eyes that Gojo had a boyish blush on his face.
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s-ublimewrites · 4 months
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writing sonnets (melissa schemmenti x f!reader)
synopsis: your students tease you relentlessly and melissa can't help but to join in
words: ~1.4k
warnings: none i think? wholesome borderline crack
note: im not sure i ever actually gender the reader here? but f!reader to cover my own ass<3
Don’t get it twisted - you love the inquisitive nature of your students, you really do. It’s something every eighth grade English teacher longs for. But your fourth period class has a certain knack for getting you off topic with their curiosity. On this particular day - a Friday, so blissfully close to freedom - you have relinquished all control and let them fall down the rabbit hole of fanfiction, of all things. Leave it to middle schoolers. 
They had only been learning about first, second, and third person narration - so innocuous, you didn’t see how you could possibly be derailed. Maybe you’d make it through the lesson, and you could relish in the four minutes of silence you get between periods, and-
“Where is second person narration used?” Angel doesn’t bother raising his hand, and you don’t bother admonishing him.  
You think briefly. “Honestly, not many pieces of published works use it - not that I’ve seen, anyway. We don’t talk about it much. I’ve really only seen the second person used in one place.”
You intend to leave it at that, but of course, Angel pushes. 
“Where?” he asks. 
In the second you use to inhale before tackling the question, Kennedy takes the liberty of answering: “Fanfiction, duh. That self-insert stuff.”
You can’t help it - a laugh bubbles out, and this is the moment everything begins to spiral. 
“Yeah,” you collapse into your desk chair, “Kennedy’s right. Fanfiction.”
Kennedy takes the opportunity - it’s been presented to her on a silver platter, really. “You know about fanfiction, Y/L/N?” 
“Sweetheart, my generation invented fanfiction. And I’m a writer. This was my game before you were even born.”
Angel is on his feet, his hands slamming on his desk and his voice rising with excitement, “WHERE CAN WE READ YOUR FANFICTION?” 
“Oh, my God, no. You can’t. It’s not on the internet or anything, I’d just, like… send it to my friends, or whatever,” you insist, hands coming to cover your red face as you laugh. 
The class, buzzing with chatter and giggles, continues to harass you. “So, what, Ms Schemmenti reads your fanfiction?”
Your hands are still covering your face. “No, Ms Schemmenti most certainly does not!”
“That’s because the fanfiction is about Ms Schemmenti. Y’all see how Y/L/N be looking at her in the halls,” someone says, and several others voice their agreement. 
“She’s down bad for real.”
“What?!” your head snaps up, eyes searching for whoever made the comment. The bell rings before you can get your answer. “Get out of my room, you absolute little monsters. Have a good weekend, please read chapter th- oh, okay, you’re gone. Cool. Awesome.” 
You look at the camera. It zooms in on your red, deadpan face. You drop your forehead onto the desk. 
-
When you walk into the lounge at the end of the day, you slump into the chair beside Janine, who’s engaged in a conversation about a scrabble tournament (sober scrabble - boring) with Jacob and Gregory. Barbara listens, not contributing, surely stockpiling the information so she can tell Melissa later. Melissa, who is thankfully not in the room at the moment. You think you would burst into flames. 
Janine halts her conversation about triple word scores when you throw yourself down into the chair by her. 
“Rough day?” Janine asks tentatively. 
“Long. The kids were focused on literally anything other than The Outsiders.” 
Janine nods. “I get it. Fridays, y’know? It’s always hard to keep them on task.” 
“Well, Y/N,” Jacob starts with a smirk, “my students were actually pretty interested in the topics of your class today. It’s all they could talk about when they sat down for seventh period.” 
You glare at him hard and warn, “Jacob. Do not.” 
Janine looks back and forth between you both and turns to Gregory. “Is there something I’m missing?”
“No,” you say sternly. Your eyes don’t leave Jacob’s shit-eating grin. “Not a thing.”
Jacob, it seems, has exceptionally few survival instincts and carries on giddily, “Y/N’s students found out she writes fanfiction-“
And, oh, good, Barbara is listening now, too. “Fan-fiction?” 
“Why is everyone saying that word today? It’s all I’ve been hearing in the halls since, like, fourth period.” Melissa asks, striding into the break room and taking the seat next to you. 
“I’m going to have to transfer schools,” you say, closing your eyes. 
Melissa pays this no mind. “All the older kids keep looking at me, too. It’s weird.”
You glare daggers at Jacob, whose face must hurt from the width of his smile. 
“So weird!” Jacob says innocently. 
Melissa narrows her eyes. 
“Why are you being weird? And not normal Jacob weird,” she questions, turning to you. “Why is he being weird?”
You slam your boot into Jacob’s shin under the table. “He’s not. No one’s being weird.” 
Melissa’s eyes flick back and forth between the two of you suspiciously. “Okay, someone tell me right now - what the hell is a fanfiction, and what does it have to do with me? And, apparently, Y/N?”
“Melissa, I am so glad you’ve asked, allow me to explain-“ Jacob starts, leaning across the table toward Melissa. 
“Oh my God,” you cut him off. Time to swallow your pride. 
You explain the situation… sort of. You explain in a watered-down way that incriminates you less. 
“So, yeah, they found out, and because I said ‘friend’ they connected it to you, and they misconstrued the whole thing, and it’s literally not a big deal-“ you're rambling and she knows it. 
“Wait,” Gregory stops you, “so this is why I heard Angel say ‘Y/L/N be writing sonnets about that red hair’ during lunch?”
Janine raises her eyebrows. “‘Sonnet?’ Pretty good vocab word.”
“Thank you, Janine! And thank you for focusing on the important part of the matter at hand: my impeccable teaching skills.” 
“So,” Barbara chimes in, “do you or do you not write these little stories about Melissa?”
“Barbara!” You’re mortified. “No! I do not!”
At long last, Melissa speaks. You don’t need to look at her to know there’s a smirk on her lips. “She doesn’t need to. Clearly, the material writes itself.”
“Melissa,” you plead. 
Melissa laughs that laugh, the one that makes the corners of your mouth turn up despite your discomfort. 
“Maybe that could be your end-of-the-year writing project for the kids - make them write that fanfiction,” Melissa teases. 
“You’re just as bad as Angel!” You laugh incredulously and let your hand smack Melissa’s shoulder. The others don’t miss the way Melissa doesn’t break your fingers at the gesture. 
In fact, Melissa's eyes soften as she bumps your shoulder with her own. “No, no, I can see it - newbie woos the Philly Eleven. There’s potential there.” 
You roll your eyes. “Well, I am pretty charming.”
“I’m going home,” Barbara stands up with a polite (if somewhat exasperated) smile, “Very glad we got this out of the way. Have a good weekend, everyone. Y/N… call me later.”
Barbara pats Melissa’s shoulder with a pointed look toward you, and takes her leave rapidly. 
“Uh,” you stare after her. “Yep. Bye, Barb.” 
Melissa’s eyebrow quirks up. “What was that?”
“Dunno,” you reply. “I’m sure you’ll know everything approximately five minutes after I hang up with her, though, so don’t worry.” 
Janine butts in (ah, yeah, the nerds are still here), “You guys call Barbara? Can I have her cell number? I always want to ask her but-“
“No,” you and Melissa say in unison, and Janine sighs heavily. 
You heave out a sigh of your own. “I need to go home - moreover I need to be somewhere no one is asking me about my nonexistent fanfiction habits.”
You stand, and Melissa stands with you as you both gather your belongings. “Impossible. I have your phone number.”
You “accidentally” smack Melissa with your purse, and Melissa “mistakenly” shoves her chair into your leg in a way that makes your knee buckle, and the rest of the Abbot crew watch the scene in morbid fascination. Because the cold hard truth is that if anyone else had dared to do… well, any of this, Melissa would be shoving her earrings into her pocket and removing her heels. Fight or fight instinct, y’know? 
Instead, though, she just swears at you in Italian as you head for the door, grinning widely when you return the sentiment in plain english. 
Ava entering the lounge halts you in your tracks. 
“Y’all will never guess what Angel just emailed me,” Ava exclaims, holding up her phone. “Did you know he knows the word ‘sonnet’? Proud of him.”
“Forward me that?”
Another smack from you. “Melissa, stop!” 
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teyamsatan · 6 months
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ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ ɪᴠ - ꜱᴘᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ
pairing: neteyam x avatar!reader
➽ a/n: this is for my bae @pandoraslxna, so happy to have u back pookie, you are such a star and ilyssssm :((( &lt;3
➽ words: 700 words
➽ warnings: it goes without saying, but all of these works (kinktober-related) are smut and therefore minors should NOT interact with them.
➽ taglist (x) ➽ kinktober masterlist (x)
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“This is stupid. We both know I’m never going to get better at this.” A huff of exasperation left your lips as you steadied another arrow in the large bow that still felt too large, too heavy, too… weird in the hands of your newly acquired Avatar. You were tired and cranky, annoyed and despondent after hours upon hours of training that wasn’t getting any easier, of muscles that were getting increasingly tighter and more knotted with each passing second. Neteyam was a good teacher. An excellent teacher, but even he couldn’t seem to get through to you, to make you better. It’s been days and with no improvement, and even though he wasn’t saying it, both of you were starting to lose hope. 
“Shut your pretty mouth, yawne. I basically taught Lo’ak how to shoot, and if I can teach him, I can teach anyone.”
The order and quiet command said through smirking lips stilled you in your spot. You couldn’t say it, not when your friendship would be jeopardised as a result, but you might fare better with another person to look over you. Because Neteyam, well… it was hard to focus with him circling you, looking at your body from every angle, studying it, touching you over and over again so your form improved, pressing your body against yours to show you the correct way with his own… it was too much, too soon - it was enough to set your every nerve ending alight and send pulses of untamed electricity up and down every inch of you.  
You shifted your stance a little - you had to, to accommodate for the growing heat in your core, for the way you were dripping in slick from being around him all day. He didn’t like that, a little tsk of disapproval barely audible as he took note of how tight together your legs were all of a sudden. 
“Come on now, we’ve been over the stance for hours a few days ago. Are you trying to be difficult? Come on, yawne: open your legs for me.” A gentle pat on your bare bum was enough to elicit a small moan from your unsuspecting mouth, the gesture so intimate and enticing, it made your mind spiral with thoughts Eywa would frown upon hearing, thoughts that made your already wet loincloth damp. 
You closed your eyes in dismay and embarrassment - what were the chances he didn’t hear that?
“Well, well, well… I see how it is. It turns out all this time you just needed a… tougher hand. Who would have thought, tawtutetsyip?” 
You want to curse and cry, you want to hide in shame and you thank whatever gods you can still remember from all the lessons Norm gave you that, at the very least, he was facing away from you, so you can’t notice the smug look on his face, the way you could the amused tone of his voice. 
“I can smell you. So needy.” 
One of his hands takes a hold of your shoulder, seemingly keeping you in place while his other hand moves away from you before making contact with your ass again, this time harder, the force almost knocking you forward, if it wasn’t for his unrelenting grip on your aching, desperate, longing body. The sting is intense and overwhelming, but so, so good and you lean back unwittingly against his broad, muscular chest, your head falling in the crook on his neck. You’re panting now, the sensation overload too overbearing to allow you the comfort of your normally sound thoughts, and you know you might regret this, you know when the high comes crashing down the consequences might break your bones, but you don’t care, not right now, now while his breath is fawning over the side of your face, his melodic, deep, husky voice whispering in your ear. 
“Be a good girl and take the shot for me, and I’ll indulge you all night long. How’s that sound, huh, yawne?”
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forbidden affections
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—gojo satoru x female reader
˚ · .summary: gojo sensei finally gives into his favorite student
˚ · .tags: teacher student relationship, age gap (19x29), all characters are in collage and aged up, raw sex, creampie, squirting, teasing, language, pet names, confessions.
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Gojo felt an attraction towards you since the day you joined jujutsu tech. He thought it was just affection that he had towards a student, just like he did with all of them. But affection turned into jealousy when he saw you talking with another boy, or when others stared at your ass for too long. Gojo has done some pretty fucked up things in his lifetime but wanting his student takes the cake. It’s morally not right, but he can’t deny the way your hips sway, or the way your hair falls, or those curious eyes that look up at him every time he speaks. It made him wonder if you could possibly see him the way he sees you.
Things took a turn when principal Yaga gave you detention for messing up a mission, leaving you with your teacher alone in his classroom. You wouldn’t say you were nervous for detention but rather than staying alone with your mentor. You’ve had the biggest crush on him since the day you joined, but knowing he would never look at you the same way made you push your feelings back for a bit.
The knock on the door made you snap out of your trance, Gojo’s footsteps making you hug your knees closer to your chest. “Yn” “Gojo sensei” he looks at you and sighs, sitting down at the chair near the couch you were curled up on. He asks you what happened and why Yaga sent you for detention, but his scent was eating you up, and the way his shoulders flexed while leaning on his spread legs made you stutter. “Are you okay?” “Huh? Yeah I’m okay sir”. Gojo felt his dick twitch in his pants at the name. Taking his glasses off, he drags his chair in front of you taking your right calve into his big hand. “Yn.. tell me what’s wrong angel.” The sudden pet name and the feeling of his calloused hand touching you fueled you with courage making you say ‘fuck it’. “Sensei, I’m so sorry but I can’t do this anymore.” “What are you-” “I like you so much, I can’t take it anymore.”
Looking down at your teacher you see the pink dusting his cheeks and his dilated pupils. His breathing pattern changed. “I understand if it makes you uncomfortable-” “You can’t take it anymore?” He scoffs “do you even know how much strength it takes not to smother you every fucking day? Not to grab you and pin you down on my fucking desk? Do you even know how fucked up I feel that I see you this way?” Your eyes widen at his confession making your jaw slightly drop. Untangling yourself you stand on all fours in the couch your face inches away from his “kiss me then sensei, please”. It doesn’t take anymore convincing for gojo to grab the back of your neck and pull you in for an aggressive kiss. The sound of your lips smacking is the only thing that can be heard in the room. You pull away from the kiss and sit back at the black leather couch “touch me satoru” you slur, spreading your legs for him to see the pink panties, your skirt was hiding. The lust in Gojo’s eyes is clouding his vision when he hooks his fingers around the hem of your little underwear pulling them down in the process. “You’re so wet babyy” he whines “I’m 19 sensei, I’m always wet”
“Oh fuck me angel” he moans shouting his eyes and throwing his head back, hands on both your thighs keeping your legs open. You giggle at his desperation and extend your leg to rub him through his pants. “I don’t think I can’t wait anymore yn. You don’t need prep baby you’re already dripping” he takes your foot from his hard on bringing to his lips and kissing it before placing it back down on the sofa. You never break eye contact as he unbuckles his belt and pulls his briefs and pants down. Your eyes widen at the size of his cock, contemplating if you should back down now. Gojo pulls you forward making you balance yourself on your elbows as he positions himself to your entrance.
With a granted permission, he slowly slips right into you making you both moan loudly at the feeling of his hard rock dick entering you. “You’re so tight bunny. Fucks sake.” He grunts as he thrusts into you slowly. Eyes shut from ecstasy, you let the rhythm of his thrusts take you away, loosing yourself under him. His tip hitting your cervix every time. “Feels so so good sensei” “yeah baby? Can I go faster? Will my little girl let me fuck her pussy faster?” Gone already dumb from his fat cock, you just nodded giving him the green light to fuck you into the sofa. “FUCK Sato- please baby, fuck so deep-”. Gojo continued fucking you vigorously, feeling your walls clamo around him “Is my pretty girl gonna come for me? Huh?”, his smirk growing wider seeing you fucked out “I’m cumming Toru fuck”. His movements never stopping, your little pussy spraying onto his v line. Taking hold of his strong arms next to your head to support yourself better, you look up to him begging him for a kiss. His plump lips connect with yours into a feverish kiss, “im gonna fill you up baby yeah?” He whispers against your mouth, your nails digging into his biceps as a response. After a few more quick thrusts he shoots his seed as deep as he possibly could, marking you as his.
He collapses on top of you, both sweaty and panting. Gojo scoops you into his hold and kisses the side of your head. “Fuck angel, should’ve confessed a long time ago.” “Too scared” you mumbled under your breath making him chuckle. “Detention’s over baby girl, I’ll talk to Yaga. Let’s get back to my place kay? We got a lot to talk about.”
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kopilot-pop · 7 months
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[Tired] pt.1
- Le Sserafim x 6thMember!Reader
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Summary: After a harsh criticism from one of your teachers, you started to fall into a bad habit again. You started staying overnight at the company, your knees are always bruised, and you probably shouldn’t have 3 cans of Redbull everyday… Thankfully, your bandmates have easily recognized your behaviors and decided to put it to an end.
Warnings: overworking, self-hate, etc.
a/n: I think I’m a bit too obsessed with hurtfics lmao. I mostly wrote this as just a platonic relationship fyi.
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Nauseous.
That’s how you feel right now.
Sitting in front of you is the dance teacher, with her legs crossed and tapping her clipboard. This wasn't the first time, actually, this is the third time you were put in this situation this week.
You’re the main dancer of the group, so the teacher always put extra pressure on you compared to the other girls, but today she seemed extra fed-up with you.
Thus, here you were, dragged out to an old practice room in the middle of a session with your whole group.
“That’s it?” She sighed.
“That’s all you can do? Really? Did you even notice all the mistakes you’ve made? Listen, Y/n-”
There’s not much you can do. You’re well aware of the steps you missed and you’re also well aware of how talented the woman sitting in front of you is, too. That doesn’t change the fact that every word that comes out of her mouth feels like a stab wound.
“I don’t care how talented you think you are-“
‘I don’t think I’m talented.’
“Did you even practice at all? This is a special stage L/n Y/n-"
‘You watched me practice every day.’
“Are you trying to be an embarrassment on live tv?”
‘I’m trying my best not to.’
“Main dancer my ass, a trainee could do better than you-”
‘You just came back from yelling at them…’
“Are you not even embarrassed to stand next to your group? I mean, if I’m being honest here Kazuha-”
‘Ah, there it is.’
If there was anything this teacher was know for, it’s the constant comparing and belittling between teammates. You thought you might have gotten used to it by now, but that hit your throat.
You don’t have anything against your teammates - goddamit, you’d risk your life in a second for any of them. But, whenever she decided to use the girls to bring you down, it hurt just a little more than usual.
After several minutes of the teacher’s lecture, you were finally let go.
When you entered the practice room the girls were starting to pack up. You checked the clock and realised that it's almost midnight. Eunchae is curled up against the wall, wearing your jacket, while Sakura is trying her best to wake her up. Your leader noticed you immediately and walked up to you in worry.
"Hey Y/n, everything okay?"
"...Yeah. It's nothing."
Her deep frown made you sick to the stomach. You don't want her to worry- you don't want any of the members to worry. This is something you can deal with yourself, right? If you get better everything will be perfect. Just perfect.
"I was thinking of staying a bit more. Y'know, the teacher had me held up for quite while." You let out a tired chuckle.
Chaewon didn't like the idea at all and you could tell.
"I... fine. Just make sure you to keep contact, okay?"
"Of course."
"Huh- is Y/n not coming with us??" Yunjin with her tired body dragged herself towards the two of you. She gives you a tired hug and leaves for the car.
"Don't take too long Y/n." Sakura gives you a worried smile after helping Kazuha carry a sleepy Eunchae on her back.
"Yeah, I promise."
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You're an amazing liar.
That's what Chaewon realized while staring at the sun slowly coming up from the skyline.
As the leader, she stayed up late waiting for you to come home. A worried Yunjin insisted on waiting with her, but unfortunately she fell asleep after a bit on the couch.
Chaewon called you 50 times and messaged you a 100 times, but you haven't responded to a single one of them. She was pissed off at first, but that anger slowly dissolved into worry- all sorts of concerns popping up in her head.
'What if you passed out? What if you got hurt while practicing? You sprained your ankle in the past, what if the same thing happened again? Oh, what if your trainee habits are happening again? What if-'
Her train of thoughts stopped when she heard the door lock beep. She practically sped to the front door.
You sent her a nervous look, frozen while trying to take of your shoes.
"..."
"..."
"Hey unnie.."
"Do you know what time it is?"
Chaewon folded her arms and glared you down. She started her usual lecture. How worried she was, how disappointed, and how absolutely furious she is because of you ignoring all her efforts to contact you. She was absolutely furious.
"Didn't Kkura unnie tell you to not take long? Didn't I tell you to answer my calls?? It's 7 in the morning Y/n! You're telling me you were in the practice room for, what- 6 hours?! Do you realize how dangerous-!"
"YES! Yes, I know! And I'm sorry. Just... please... can we talk about this later?"
Chaewon looked at the bags under your eyes and let out a sigh.
"..Fine... Go get some rest.... This isn't over."
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A/N: I know this isn't the best place to cut, but like... I'm extremely tired. So sorry. I'll come back with a second part soon. Love y'all <3
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manticore-fangs · 2 months
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HEAR ME OUTTTTT Soap is back from deployment, and with Price's prodding (he's seen Johnny's campaign sketches and knows he's talented as fuck) finally decides to take a couple of art classes .... Ghosts is one of the models :0
okay, wait now! (i don’t do art classes, i’m going based off movies 🥲)
price stalks his artwork, looking at the paper with led scribbled all over it. just watching what he’s doing, and he speaks up - talking about how johnny should draw some models, as the man himself loves drawing people when they aren’t looking. he thinks about it and now here he is, standing with a stand and all with more then ten people in the room. all with fancy setups but he’s just stuck with a variety of pencils and a notebook.
johnny really didn’t wanna go but he kept thinking about it and decided why not, all he does is stay at home and watch the games. maybe hang out with the lads and takes care of himself, he may aswell do something more open to do.
he’s nervous. jittery even, his leg bounces up and down, he shakes his desk while he’s at it too. he awaits for the models too come in, knowing they most likely will be in robe, a towel on the men’s hips, covering their dicks while women will be having a robe aswell, but underneath the robe their tits and pussy’s will be covered, giving the models some decency while being exposed to a crowd.
the teacher explain certain pencils, charcoals and all types of artistic sorts. he draws sketches while he waits, or more like the teacher asked them to draw certain things. drawing fruits, hands, limbs. anything that the teacher wants. it was a long session, but worth it. then it was time for the models to come in.
first it was the women, all of them absolutely stunning. scars and all, he knew women were most likely gonna be a bit harder to draw for himself. he awaits for the male models to come through the door so he can eye one of them down and sketch them out. then, the men come in, walking next to the women who were already posed with a towel around their parts, keeping them secure.
he spotted someone though, a certain someone he recognized. black smudges across his nose bridge, that was fucking simon riley. his own bloody lt. and ohh, simon seen johnny too. didn’t expect him to be there, no wonder why price pushed him, simon, into doing modelling.
(i’ve been having such bad writers block so the most that will come out is blurbs and hc’s. my job has been kicking my ass, so sorry y’all! 😩)
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fastlikealambo · 7 months
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national anthem:older!steve x black fem!reader
summary: steve harrington is running for president of the united states as the democratic nominee. he's polling well, people like him because he actually intends to keep his campaign promises, he's got great hair and a cute dog.
there's one problem: he doesn't do relationships, he's been seen doing the walk of shame too many times and his campaign manager has had enough. he needs a wife, or a least someone to smile and wave his messy ass through election season before disappearing into obscurity.
that's where you come in.
you're a sweet virgin kindergarten teacher who looks like disney animated birds help you get dressed in the morning. on paper you're perfect for the job and you have student loan and medical debt so you will silk press and laugh your way to the democratic national convention.
here's the thing:
you can't stand his pompous ass and he gets all tongue tied and sweaty when he gets within 2 feet of you.
it's gonna be a long fucking campaign.
bonus: here's two songs that are the background music in this chapter. can you figure out which song goes with what scene? I'd love to know your guesses.
angel - halle bailey
death of me - pvris
chapter one: washington, d.c.
“They’re calling you The Future Slut in Chief, Steve.”
Erica threw a paper in Steve’s lap, pinching the bridge of her nose before sinking into a chair to drink her iced coffee,  the only thing to keep her from reaching across the table and throttling the future President of The United States.
Steve looked down at The New York Post, a picture of him in his boxers leaving someone’s apartment dead center. He shrugged, putting his feet on the table and leaning back in his chair. 
“I look great and besides it’s the New York Post, nobody reads The New York Post, Sinclair. After the speech today no one will give two shits about that, nothing to worry about.” He said, shoving his sunglasses back on his face to block out the fluorescent lighting.
Four more newspapers with nearly identical pictures knocked the sunglasses right off his face and the forty year old nearly fell out of his chair.
“You can’t throw things at me, that’s treason.”
“Not yet.” Erica said sweetly.
“They’re making fancams of you and I quote, ‘ your slutty little waist.” Holly Wheeler said, Erica’s assistant said with a giggle, showing her boss her phone, the same bridge of some Cardi B. song filling the conference room over and over again.
“Send me that to me, won’t you Holly?” Steve said, reaching for his coffee.
“Do not send that to him Holly.” Erica sighed, pushing Steve’s legs off the table before standing up.
“Look Harrington, I joined this campaign because I believed in you. You had feasible ideas, a moral compass, the hair of a Kennedy and so much money I sometimes want to call the IRS for fun.”
“What was that last one-
“Never mind that. Everything about you screams all american but because you don’t have a partner or spouse,  to the general public it also screams ‘I may or may not have people in my basement.’ Nobody likes a single male president.”
“James Buchanan never married.” Steve grumbled.
 Steve Harrington didn’t do relationships, he had his fun every night, came home to his dog and empty apartment and focused on doing some good in his community with the outrageous inheritance his father left him. 
 There was no time for wives or husbands and that’s exactly how he liked it. 
“James Buchanan thought a dime was enough money to live on so maybe not the best example. Steve, you have a chance to be the next leader of this country but doing the walk of shame at your prehistoric age is not going to get the votes you need.”
Erica was absolutely right but Steve would be damned if he said so.
 “You need someone at your side for the last leg of the campaign and I’ve taken care of it. She’s been checked out and briefed, you’ll meet her on stage tonight when you introduce her, I’ve had Nancy edit your speech.”
“What the fuck Erica!” Steve yelled but Erica ignored him.
“She’s smarter than you, beautiful, and most importantly, she’s likable. So if you want to sit in the Oval Office for the next four years, you’ll wear the Tom Ford suit and act like this is the greatest love story ever told. You don’t have to talk to her outside of events if you don’t want to but you will do this. I have yet to fail you so trust that I can do the job you pay me handsomely for. Got it?”
No.
Absolutely not.
There was no way he was going through with this.
“To wrap up my speech so we can all get home safely, I want to introduce you to someone. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, to this campaign, to this country! I’m so proud to finally introduce my fiancée, let’s give her a big hand!” Steve said with a big smile at the cheering crowd, proud of the fact that he didn’t immediately vomit when the word fiancée came out of his mouth.
The click-clack of your heels coming up a staircase had Steve’s heart in his throat. At some point his clapping was no longer forced as he waited for the worst blind date of his life to appear on stage. 
“Get it together Harrington, turn on the charm for two minutes and get the fuck out of here.” He thought to himself.
He could handle this.
Two seconds later, he was wrong.
So, very, wrong.
If there were words to truly describe how beautiful you were, Steve did not know them. 
How could he?
How would ecstasy describe ecstasy?
Fuck.
Like Erica drilled into him a thousand times before the DC rally began, he reached out his hand to you, now enveloped in the scent of orchids and shea butter, and brought you into his arms for the world’s gentlest and fastest embrace. Your lips met with Steve’s cheek with a sweet laugh that made the crowd go wild as you pushed him forward towards the mic.
But no words came out.
That man was so busy looking at you he didn’t know the closing to his speech, the stump speech he had been giving for months now, the one he could recite in his sleep and accidentally yelled out during sex that one time.
A full ten seconds of uncomfortable silence with a sweaty man had you suddenly in front of the mic.
“I’m so happy to be a part of this once in a lifetime event supporting Steve! We’ve got a lot of work to do to get to the ballot box but we are ready to elevate and encourage our beautiful country towards a brighter future! Good night everyone, drive safe!” You nearly yelled into the mic, applause bursting through the audience.
You were quickly ushered backstage away from journalists, happy to get out as just as quickly as possible but Steve followed right with you.
“I-I had that back there!” Your fiance and future president choked out.
“Oh, so you can talk, wonderful! A thank you for saving your ass or a nice to meet you would suffice. I didn’t know a presidential nominee much less an adult man could drool like an infant but you’re full of surprises Mr. Harrington.” You said, rolling your eyes. 
“I was not drooling!”
“My shoulder’s all wet Mr. President.  Are we done here, can I go now?” You asked, turning your attention to Erica.
“I’m so glad you two are getting along! One more picture for all the socials and then you are free to go, Hopper and your security detail will make sure you get to your hotel safely.” Erica said, grabbing her phone for the picture.
“Big smiles, you two!”
You still couldn’t get over the fact that 24 hours ago, you were crying yourself to sleep wondering how you were going to pay your bills and get back on your insurance and now you’re prom posing with America’s Next Top Leader.
“I couldn’t have possibly drooled on you, you wanna know why?” Steve said through a frozen smile.
“Not really.”
“If I got the next First Lady of The United States all wet, you’d know, honey.” He whispered in your ear. 
Motherfucker.
Next stop: Maryland! I hope you enjoyed this, I’m not too sure if it's any good :)
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ghostieeeee · 6 months
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐: 𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐓
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The day had passed by fairly quickly, you spent your breaks cooped up in the library with your friends and Eunchae, and although classes were basically a death sentence, you managed to survive till this point at least. The last ten minutes of the day. But despite the reasonably short time, every minute seemed to drag on to become an excruciatingly tiring sixty seconds.
The classroom has become your penal institution, keeping you locked up for good as a consequence for your naivety and lack of knowledge. It felt restricting, but this was one of the limited classes you share with a friend- your dearest Kim Chaewon.
“I hate this” There she goes again, complaining about the class- she's only complaining because of her lack of understanding over the topic you're currently covering. “I don’t understand why we can’t just study this ourselves, Sir has almost sent me to sleep with this lesson multiple times!” she whisper-yells, avoiding all eye contact with the teacher himself as she jots down notes into her personal notebook.
“It’s school, Chae, most things about school are bound to get boring sooner or later” You feel yourself smile at her annoyed huff, shaking your head lightly out of habit. “There isn't that long left until you're home free”
“Huh? Where are you going after school?”
“My english partner invited me to a coffee shop so we can start our assignment together”
In the corner of your eye, you notice the sudden stop to her note-taking and the turn of her head to face you,”Wouldn’t you have started that in class with them?”
“We were planning a few things. We still need to research more and actually begin to type it out or whatever” you explain, ignoring the strange look Chaewon was giving you.
“Mmhmm… Who’s your partner this time?”
“Aren’t you nosey today?” You stifle a small laugh,”If you must know, I'm paired with Kang Haerin”
“As in the shy popular girl, Haerin?” Her voice was laced with an undertone of uncertainty and concern,”You know this could bring attention to yourself, right?”
“Yes, I'm very much aware, but at least she wants to do the project. I’d rather face minor attention than have to do a whole assignment again. Chae, I was extremely sleep deprived last time, I became almost erratic” You let out a gusty sigh,”It’ll be something quick. We agreed to get the project done as soon as possible, and that's that”
"I'm just looking out for you, you know how much I love you"
"I know, Chae, but I know what I'm doing"
You listen to her sigh. You're almost certain the only reason she hasn't pummelled you to the ground yet is because you're her friend. You have too much of a backstory together for her to just bury, quite literally and figuratively. Three years has certainly been a show in the making when it comes to you. "If this comes back to bite you in the ass I'm here for you"
"You always have been, and I appreciate it a lot. I appreciate you a lot…" You pause to glance at your friend, sharing a gracious smile with each other,"get back to your work"
"Yes ma'am," Chaewon nods, turning her attention back to her note-taking as her wrist goes into immediate overtime.
The next seven minutes dragged on by, making your every movement feel slugged as a result. Students were evidently done with the Monday hassle as most flickered between the clock on the wall and the clock on their phones. They were desperate to leave and confine within the comfort of their homes- preparing for either an early night's worth of sleep or none at all.
However, after what felt like three hours worth of agonsing torture, the same mellow ring of the school bell radiates the air, completely sending the class to carnage. Students hadn't even waited for the teacher to dismiss them. They hadn't even waited for him to finish his sentence before they were already out the door and very well down the hallway.
“Free phone?” Chaewon speaks up, nudging you slightly as she nods to the seat on your left. It was completely empty, the boy you sat next to had vanished,”I guess someone was in a rush”
“That doesn’t mean we should take it though. Who knows what's stored on that thing?” You speak with a slight disgust, putting your notebook into your bag.
“I suppose,” she grins, “but that won't stop me!”
“Hey, hey! That's not your phone to take!” You complain, trying to block her sight of the black cased device.
“I'm not going to keep it, you make it seem like i'm the villain” Chaewon rolls her eyes, her grin having transformed into a misleading frown.
You shake your head, walking past the forgotten possession,”maybe you are the villain, maybe you're not… who knows?”
“That's cruel”
“Maybe?” You stop outside your classroom, hand tightly gripping the material of your bag’s strap. “Time to socialise” you sigh, having already spotted the girl you're meeting with.
Has she told Minji?
“goodluck Y/n, you might need it”
“Thanks Chae” You're both quick to separate- with Chaewon taking off in a hurry to find Kazuha, and you staying to meet with Haerin.
It wasn't uncommon for Chaewon to scurry off to meet Kazuha, they are neighbours afterall, but you're still stuck in the state of wishing someone you know would join you to help ease your mind a little.
Friend or alone, you're still going either way.
“Are you ready?” Turning your head to the meek voice, you find Haerin already looking at you with her same stoic face. That sweet voice had almost no correlation to the way she presents herself outwardly.
“Yeah, i'm ready”
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Pushing past the glass door, a fresh ambience of crushed coffee beans rade your nose. The warmth from the heaters attacked the chill you had brung in with you. The late October air stood no chance here. The exterior was cloistered and closed, so many tables and such little space, but you suppose that only added to the acquaint charm of the business.
Slightly trailing behind Haerin, you make your stop at the partly busy counter, where a female from your chem class stands, her hands occupied with retying her coffee stained apron. “Hello, welcome. What can I get for you today?”
It was Jiwoo- one of your sister's other friends- they are perfect friends in all honesty, them and another girl called Sullyoon. The three of them are almost always in other people's business for no clear reason. Like you said to Chaewon earlier, you were certain they were working against you with their weird spying techniques.
“Y/n?” You hum to Haerins call, eyes connecting with the barista's apron in front of you as your throat squeezes itself shut momentarily. “I’ll just get whatever Hearin ordered” You almost squealed out.
“Very well,” Jiwoo nods, placing your order through “That’ll be eleven-thousand won please”
“I’ll pay,” Haerin declares, having already pulled out her card and inputted the pin. You had no chance to even get a word in before she had already paid for the order.
“Thank you, we’ll bring your coffees over to you when they're ready”
“Thank you” You and Haerin surprise each other alongside yourselves with the sudden synchronisation to your words. While it was a generic response, and literally anyone could have done that, it was still surprising. Unbeknownst to you both, however, was that Jiwoo had judged this with narrow slitted eyes, her mind booting and reeling in any possibilities of your strange outing. Never has she ever seen you both talk- let alone in unison. As far as Jiwoo knows, this could even be a drug deal, and obviously, you're the sourcer.
Taking your seats at a round, plastic top, table- located somewhat close to the counter- you pull out your laptops, your hand also moving to unsheath the sheet from earlier. You kept the paper in case you ever needed to use her email again- fortunately, for now, you have not.
“What part do you want to follow up on?” Haerin questions, without looking away from her screen, her mouth left to hang slightly agape.
“That sounds creepy” you mumble, pondering over your options. However, your focus lifts at the sound of a small chuckle.
Was that Haerin?
Looking up only confirmed your suspicion. It really was Haerin. Her little chuckle was a first with you, and her widening smile only made her look all that much more like a cat. The corners of her eyes were pinched as she smoothed out her shirt.
“Not in that way. I don't think you’d be able to follow a printed sentence home”
Feeling yourself smile at her lighthearted attitude, even if it may only be temporary, you respond in the same demeanour “Doesn't it technically follow me home?”
“Because it’s in your bag?”
“Yeah” you observe the girl opposite you as her nose scrunches up.
“Maybe you have a stalker…” she almost whispers.
“Should I report it?”
“Maybe… I wouldn't want some random stalker if I were you”
“Two iced americanos?! A third voice intrudes, a voice you’ve heard so many times coming from your sister's room late at night when she's on facetime with her friends. Jiwoos' other partner in crime- Sullyoon. Of course they would both work together in the same establishment.
“Yes, that's us” Haerin responds as her smile retreats back into the shadows of her more introverted personality. “Thank you”
“Thank you” you repeat Haerins' words after Sullyoon places your own drink in front of you. “So… an iced americano, huh?”
Haerins face flushes a dusty red,”I know it’s not everyone's favourite, sorry if you don't like it”
“That's alright, I’ve never had this order before” you speak, holding the beverage between your fingers and palm as you evaluate it through the glass cup provided. You rarely ever hang around long enough to stay inside of a coffee shop, so having a glass container is certainly new to you.
“Oh… well, I promise it isn't as bad as the students at our school make it out to be”
“It’s okay, I trust you, i’ll try it in a minute." Haerin nods, shifting herself back on the purpose of your meeting- the english project.
“That’s good to know, since we’re doing a project together and what not”
“I suppose I have no other choice but to trust you”
“Possibly…” Haerin trails off, quickly glancing at you before she's completely immersed in her own world.
“I’ll start on the words of Shakespeare” You finally answer her question, earning a hum of approval from the brunette.
“Okay, i'll start on modern literature then”
Was it really a necessary idea to give a bunch of high schoolers a project based on the evolution of english literature and the culture surrounding it? Probably not. But are you going to try your best to get the best result possible? Absolutely… with a little help from your new partner, of course.
You just hope nothing bad comes from this…
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: Dating in a high school full of love thirsty teenagers was never really something you wanted. But of course, things change- and you learnt that in more ways than one. Kim Minji, one of the more popular students. Hong y/n, probably the most invisible person alive. They couldn't possibly be dating… or maybe they could be? You never know what goes on behind closed doors.
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ᶜᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ✄-----------------------------------------
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gabessquishytum · 5 months
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Okay, admittedly I would love to see the fandom play more with the idea of Teacher!Hob where he's in charge of younger students. Like he works in a secondary education school and clearly has a lot of beef with 15-17 year olds bc the comedy potential is there!
He comes home after a hard day and ofc Dream is there to comfort him and listen, but he doesn't have a traditional day job like Hob does and has to imagine what a teenager could possibly do or say that sets his love off like that. Even if it's just a teenager calling him "my guy" or "bruh". He also has to keep his mouth shut when Hob starts complaining about how bratty the younger generations are when Hob clearly is the brat in the relationship.
He also needs to get used to having date nights postponed or canceled bc he needs to grade these projects, and the worksheets he gave out to bolster their grades which just ended up being double the amount of work lol. Dream ends up spending a lot of evening just kinda having to seethe from the couch as he watches Hon grade work that was clearly half assed when they were supposed to be having a romantic night out.
The piece de resistance is Dream coming around during Family Night or some other open school event that Hob has to chaperone bc some other teacher bailed on them and he'd rather have Dream there to keep him company as he runs around trying to keep students from setting the place on fire. But there he can see how much the students respect him for being kind and calm during moments where they definitely aren't and fully trying to help every kid succeed. They joke around and make fun of him because they're comfortable being themselves and look up to him. Though he wishes they would stop making fun of him and stick to Hob, bc teenagers are mean.
- 🤜 Anon
I also really jam with Hob as a secondary school teacher!! I think he’d HATE the curriculum. But I’ve looked closely at the papers he’s marking in episode 6, and they look a lot like high school tests to me. So there’s a solid basis to headcanon him teaching younger kids.
I love this because Hob absolutely would have beef. On the one hand he’s a cool teacher, he’s chill about music in class and letting the kids sit with their friends IF they behave themselves. On the other hand he can get pretty scary if he’s riled up. The general consensus is that Mr Gadling is cool, but don’t piss him off.
Dream secretly enjoys Hob’s stories from work. He tries not to go on too much because he doesn’t want Dream to think he’s boring, but sometimes he goes on a rant, or tells a long winded story and Dream gets this super soft look in his eyes. Hob also does stuff like supervising the debate club, and he definitely isn’t afraid to debate with some of the more confident kids. Or the teachers. Because he DEFINITELY has beef with some of the people in the staff room…
Honestly once Dream meets the kids, he doesn’t know how Hob handles being around teenagers all day. They’re mean!! And Hob just laughs and seems kind of proud that he’s being teased, like it’s a badge of honour? Truthfully Hob deserves a raise for all he tries to make life a little better and easier for his students. Dream decides he’s gonna do his bit towards supporting teachers, and give Mr Gadling a blowjob when they get home <3
(At school after family night, Hob gets so much shit about his “pretty boyfriend”. The kids generally agree that “he’s way out of your league, sir”.
And honestly, Hob agrees. He’s still glowing from last night <3)
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steviesbicrisis · 1 year
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I have this headcanon that one time -maybe during Dustin’s sophomore year?-, Claudia Henderson cannot take day afternoon off work to go to the parent-teacher conference and she’s crushed about it. Being a smart kid, Dustin loves that the teachers shower him with praise in front of his mum- he would never admit that but she knows.
It’s not a necessary thing, she knows Dustin would tell her to not worry about it but she doesn’t want to give up.
That’s why she calls Steve.
«Steve, sweetie, I know it’s a lot to ask and you don’t do this usually but there’s a parent-teacher conference next Thursday and I can’t go, I was wondering if you could take my place. You know, they say older siblings are okay too if the parents can’t.»
The line is silent so she adds quickly «it would be just a few hours! Dustin is a great kid, I’m sure they won’t keep you long, and I’ll pay you of course!»
«No!» Steve answers, quickly «I mean, I’ll do it, of course I will. I’m happy too- I don’t want to be paid. I mean, older brothers don’t get paid to do it, right?»
Claudia smiles «you’re right honey, of course not. But you’re coming to dinner later, so you can tell me all about it.»
During the whole conference, Dustin pesters Steve about writing down what the teachers say about him “I know you will forget it, you never pay attention”, Steve smacks his head once or twice in between teachers “stop being an ass! I don’t know how your mother convinced me to be here”, Dustin complains to Steve that he doesn’t praise him enough, Steve forces him to go talk to the gym class teacher as well -the only one who has something remotely bad to say about him-, and both of them argue about what they’re going to eat after they’re done “I want ice cream” “it’s January, it’s fucking cold, dude!” “I don’t give a shit, it’s my reward!”
As they keep bickering at dinner “finish your food! I knew you shouldn’t have eaten that much ice cream!” “But it was so good!”, Claudia looks at them fondly. She’s glad her boy has a brother he can count on.
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strangerthedevil · 2 years
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can i kiss you now? (part 2 to “i fucking hate you”) 
part 1 part 3
eddie x fem!reader
summary: reader is trying to recover from whatever tf happened yesterday and eddie is getting a litttlleee too jealous seeing reader with other guys.
warnings: jealous eddie, switch!eddie, switch!reader, unprotected piv sex, oral sex f receiving, eddie is down bad, praise kink, public sex, violence! mentions of blood, cuts, bruises, wounds, kissing the devil (billy) SORRY!! ANGST, eddie is in denial, but so is reader honestly. reader and eddie are actually dumb.
5.2k words of filth and angst.
a/n: i’m really proud of this one, i hope you enjoy! please reblog and leave feedback, don’t just like!! i’m really enjoying writing this series, i have lots of ideas in my head and i just gotta find the motivation to keep going😭.
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it’s been a few hours since whatever the fuck happened between you and eddie and he hasn’t looked at you once, he’s been avoiding eye contact, and you just have had enough of him pretending like he didn’t fuck your brains out and just leave you alone,
after he left you alone you slowly got up, you were a little sore, limping slightly to your class, you told the teacher you were on your period which is why you were late and got off with a warning,
when you finally got home, your parents weren’t home again, you haven’t seen them in so long, it’s like you live here alone at this point. you walk upstairs and take a shower, cleaning eddie off from between your legs, it hurt to think about him just leaving but sure you liked the roughness and everything he was calling you, but you still wanted him to stay with you after.
it’s just sex it’s not like you wanted him to be your boyfriend right? fuck no god he would be such a horrible boyfriend, all he cares about is himself that douche bag god how could you even think about being with him in a relationship. it’s totally reasonable for him to just get up and leave it’s not like you guys are dating or anything…
you leave the shower and dry off sighing looking at the bite marks eddie left all over you, you feel conflicted about this whole situation, is it gonna happen again? are you guys friends with benefits now? or is it enemies with benefits? you sigh walking out the door with just your towel, you were home alone after all.
you walk into your room and your telephone rings, you look confused at it and walk towards it. you pick it up and answer, “yes? whose this?”
“it’s chrissy! can i come over? we need to get ready for your date with billy tomorrow!” you sigh into the phone forgetting about that. fuck.
“i- chrissy i don’t know about that date i might cancel…” you can hear her pout and you almost feel bad, but she’s the one who put you in this situation.
“why not? is something wrong? i’m coming over okay?” you take a deep breath and just let her come over, it’s better than thinking about eddie all night.
chrissy knocks on your door 10 minutes later, she doesn’t live very far, you head downstairs and open the door for her, she was still wearing her cheer uniform and you were wearing a sports bra and shorts,
chrissy walks in and hugs you “is everything okay?” she gives you a concerned look and sighs. “if you don’t want to go on that date with billy i totalllllyyy get it but i feel like you’ll regret it because he’s the hottest guy in hawkins i mean have you seen that ass?” you laugh and look her in the eyes wanting to tell your bestfriend about eddie but was scared of her reaction.
she tilts her head and her eyes soften “you know you can talk to me about anything.”
you almost tear up you felt so stupid for sleeping with eddie, your whole highschool experience you’ve been hating him, and you still do, but how did you guys get to this point?
“chrissy- i-, i have to tell you something, please don’t judge me, it just happened and i don’t know how it happened it all just happened so fast i don’t know what to do and i feel so shitty and i just need to tell someone.” you pant out.
chrissy grabs your hand and takes you to the living room, sitting down on the couch “what happened? i promise i won’t judge you.”
“me and eddie… we um-“ you close your eyes, you haven’t said it out loud yet. chrissy nods in understanding and waits for you to continue.
“we had sex” you blurt out.
chrissy’s eyes widen and she rubs your shoulder back and forth and you start to tear up wrapping your arms around chrissy’s shoulder. “it’s okay…” chrissy kisses the top of your head and you sigh into her touch. “i’m such an idiot” you pull back from the hug and the tears stain your cheek, you look up at chrissy and chrissy shakes her head “no you’re not, let’s take a deep breath what happened? tell me how it happened okay? let’s figure it out together.” she wipes the tears off your cheek.
you tell her how it happened and chrissy was fuming. “what the fuck is wrong with him? so he just left you? no aftercare at all? what an asshole my god. we have to get him back”
you laugh at her anger “god no i don’t want to even look at him.. i’d probably break down.”
“but we need to make him pay! god he’s such a dick. it’s not your fault you know? he’s such a manipulative douchebag. i have a proposition, you might not like it but hear me out.” chrissy grabs your cheek and rubs back and forth with her thumb.
you wipe the singular tear falling off your cheek and nod your head for her to continue.
-
“chrissy are you sure about this?” you look at yourself in the mirror and flatten the little black dress chrissy let you borrow, it was short, it laid right under your ass, it was tight showing off your curves and low cut just enough to show some cleavage, you don’t really wear stuff like this so you we’re definitely feeling weird, but you felt good, confident. it was the next day and 6:55 pm 5 minutes before your date with billy.
chrissy’s plan was to go on the date with billy at the hideout, she said that eddie’s band plays there all the time so eddie would see you both and probably shit his pants. you loved concerts so even if you had to deal with billy’s insistent flirting, then so be it, you just needed to get him jealous.
“of course i’m sure! you look so hot” chrissy walks up from behind you and wraps her hand around your waist putting her chin on your shoulder looking at you through the reflection of the mirror.
you smile and nod, “okay” you sigh out “do you think this’ll work?”
“i mean yeah, and you don’t have to go to prom with him, or even date him, im sorry i forced you into going to prom with him… but that doesn’t mean you can’t have fun tonight! if you need me please call me, i’ll pick you up, call me as soon as you get back home! ” chrissy puts your hair on your shoulder and smiles.
a honk from outside cuts your conversation short, and you both take a deep breath. “you ready hot stuff?” chrissy grins at you and grabs your hand to take you outside.
you open the door and find billy in his car smoking a cigarette looking straight ahead. you speed walk towards his car turning around one more time to wave at chrissy, she smiles at you and waves back mouthing “have fun!” and you open the door, smiling nervously at him.
“hey!” you fidget with your fingers and look at him.
“hey gorgeous… i like your pretty dress, you wear it for me?” he looks you up and down and grabs your thigh, throwing his cigarette out the window.
you shiver and think of how eddie said that yesterday too. why do men think you wear everything for them?
“umm sure, you ready to go?” picking at your nails.
“course i am, let’s go.” billy let’s go of your thigh and you sigh in relief.
-
you walk into the hide out and smile widely looking around at everything. it was a dream, people were talking, and drinking, and dancing, and a band was playing metal music, your favorite.
“you sure you wanna stay in this shit hole gorgeous?” billy touches the small of your back and you nod.
“are you kidding i love it here!” you run to the dance floor to dance and jump up and down with the crowd. the song ends and you sigh standing waiting for the next song, it was a slower song, but you still loved this song. you smile and tell billy to come next to you. he doesn’t have an expression on his face but he walks towards you anyway grabbing your hand, you turn around so your back is facing his chest and grind your ass against him, he groans, grabbing your hips and guiding you. you feel his erection pressed on to your lower back and sigh against him.
you couldn’t help but wish it was eddie behind you, so you close your eyes imagining it was him touching you like this, him grabbing your ass and kissing your neck, heat pools between your legs at the thought and you quietly moan under your breath,
you open your eyes slowly and find yourself looking at eddie, he was standing in the corner of the backstage for the next band, and you almost fall forward but continue to dance with billy. jesus fucking shit you thought, this is really happening. the song ends and you already know eddie’s band is next.
“and let’s give it up for corroded coffin!” everyone cheers loudly, and you stop dancing with billy. eddie walks out and he makes eye contact with you, his big smile fades and his wander to see billy behind you wrapping his hands around your waist and his jaw clenches but he looks away and starts the song, riffing his gutiar.
you stare at eddie and think of all the things he did to you yesterday, and how he just left you there, how he ignored you for the rest of the day, acting as if nothing happened.
you feel the anger pool inside your stomach and you grab billy’s cheeks and kiss him wanting to forget about eddie, and make him watch.
billy groans into the kiss and his hand on your waist trails down to your ass and squeezes you moan into the kiss. billy bites your lip and you let him inside your mouth, your tongue’s intertwining. you pull his hair and he bucks his hip into yours and you feel how hard he is.
“you wanna get out of here gorgeous?” billy sighs into your mouth.
“mm not right now” you smile into the kiss and your eyes wander to see eddie’s eyes shooting daggers at you both. you keep making out with billy, and want to spice things up so you tell him to kiss your neck.
he obliges immediately, leaving kisses all around your neck and you fake a moan. making direct eye contact with eddie as billy leaves marks on your neck.
eddie’s jaw clenches and he sings the song in pure anger, you could see the air coming out of his nose. and his face getting red. the song ends and eddie’s band is dismissed. eddie gives you one last look before heading backstage you smile in accomplishment pushing billy off of you and saying you’re heading to the ladies room. you just wanted to touch up a bit. you turn your head and find billy already talking to a different girl, not like you care, you’re just here for eddie.
you head into the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror, you check yourself out in the dress and you’re really, really, happy chrissy let you borrow it because it made you feel good.
as you open the door to walk out, eddie is walking in, you stumble back, he looks you up and down and locks the door behind you both.
you smile at him sweetly, “this is the ladies room munson, if you didn’t notice”
“oh yeah? did you like my show?” he holds back his smile and walks closer to you.
“mmm not really i’d give a solid D for performance. A for effort though” you hold up a thumbs up. “did you like mine?” you laugh slightly and eddie’s eyes soften a bit.
eddie laughs in disbelief his tongue poking the side of his cheek. “could’ve done better than that sweetheart, i’d give the make out a 2/10, not enough ass grabbing in my opinion.”
“oh yeah?” you smirk and put your hands on your hips.
“did your date like the show?” he sniffs, and lifts his chin up, lifting up his eyebrows in question.
you smile knowing you got to him. you roll your eyes jokingly and start to walk towards the door,“mm not sure lemme go ask him-“
eddie stops you, extending his arm so you can’t walk any further. “nuh uh, you’re staying right here with me sweetheart.”
“and what if i don’t?” you raise an eyebrow at him.
“you will, now why don’t you go ahead and tell me what the fuck you’re doing with billy piece of shit hargrove out there huh?” eddie’s jaw clenches as he says his name and you back up so you’re standing right in front of him.
“and why on earth would you, eddie pretentious asshole munson care?” you challenge him crossing your arms together, your cleavage showing more, you don’t miss the way eddie’s eyes flicker between your chest and your eyes.
“uh uh,” you snap your fingers in his face “eyes up here munson”
eddie rolls his eyes and rubs his forehead like he was trying to get rid of a headache, “i wasn’t looking-”
“mm yeah you keep telling yourself that sweetheart.” you call him the pet name he always calls you.
“you’re a fucking brat, sometimes i wish you would just shut the fuck up and listen to me.”
“why don’t you make me then?” your tongue pokes the inside of your cheek and you smile waiting for his reaction.
eddie shakes his head and laughs in disbelief. he feels all the blood rush to his cock and he walks closer to you, putting your hair behind your ear, “you sure you want that sweetheart? isn’t your little date waiting for you outside?”
your eyes flicker between his eyes and his lips, “oh him? don’t worry about him, he’s a big boy.”
eddie hums in approval and leans into your ear, “and what am i?”
“you? well you’re my little fuck toy baby, what else would you be?” you run your fingers up and down under eddie’s shirt, and eddie’s breath hitches.
“yeah? i’m your little fuck toy now? f-fuck.” you nod and lean up to whisper in his ear,
“can i touch you eddie?” you scratch eddie’s stomach, he nods quickly, you smile at his submission and your hands reach down to palm him through his black skinny jeans.
eddie moans quietly and you continue touching him, you grab his now hard cock and squeeze. “now what’s got you all worked up like this baby?”
“y-you” eddie starts to breathe heavily when you unbuckle his belt, and unbutton his jeans, you reach your hand down in his boxers and start to stroke his length slowly,
eddie chokes on a moan, “f-fuck sweetheart, what’s gotten into you?”
“nothing, i just think… you need a little punishment.” you bite eddie’s neck and lick the area to soothe it.
“punishment for what?” eddie arches his neck to the side to give you more access and you smirk against his skin,
“for being such an asshole all the time.” you take your hand away from his cock and back away, jumping onto the sink and sitting.
eddie gives you his big puppy dog eyes and whines at the loss of your touch. “w-why’d you stop?”
“i said this was a punishment didnt i? now come over here and make me feel good.” eddie gives a small smile and walks towards you, he tries to kiss you but you hold a finger out his lips touching your finger. he kisses your finger and you pull your finger away.
“no kissing.” you sigh out and straighten out your dress.
“no kissing huh? is that my punishment baby? really?” he smiles and shakes his head,
“oh we’re just getting started with your punishment sweet boy.” you open your legs wider and let him take a look at the black lace thong you were wearing. “take it off for me?”
“g-god jesus h. christ sweetheart, that’s so fucking hot.” he grabs your waist and pulls you closer to him so his clothed crotch can rub against your panties. he bucks up into you and you moan grabbing on to his neck to grind back against him.
“you’re so big eddie fuck…” eddie whimpers at your praise and he kisses your neck, trailing down your whole body, he moves the dress to wrap around your waist snapping the black thong string against your skin, you cuss at the sting.
he gets on his knees and kisses your cunt through your very, very thin panties. you gasp and buck your hips against his face, grabbing his hair and pulling him to get where you want him.
eddie groans at your hair pulling and takes off your thong slowly it was slick with arousal and he took it off with his teeth, he takes it and put it in his pocket. “gonna use this to jerk off later…”
he leaves another wet kiss on your now bare cunt, and then licks a big fat stripe up your pussy making you cry out in pleasure. “fuck eddie don’t be such a tease.”
you could feel eddie smirk against you and he finally takes your clit inside his mouth and sucks. you moan loudly and pull his hair, “fuck just like that baby, yes god my good boy keep doing that.”
eddie moans against you and you hum at the vibration, your eyes close shut and you feel so good, like you’re on euphoria with eddie on his knees for you like this.
you wrap your legs around eddie’s head trying to get him impossibly closer to you, and you can see eddie humping the air trying to get any type of relief, you moan at the sight and continue to buck your hips into his tongue.
“s-shit eddie your tongue feels so good, make me cum yeah?” eddie hums in approval and you sigh in pleasure pulling eddie’s hair so hard you could pull it off when he licks that sweet spongy spot inside of you.
“i-im so fucking close don’t stop.” eddie adds two of his fingers on you circling your clit adding pressure onto you with his tongue and fingers, you could scream at this point but you bite your hand to keep quiet.
you moan loudly and clamp down on eddie’s tongue, cumming all over his face. eddie stands up with a smile on his face licking whatever he can reach with his tongue.
“can i kiss you now?” he smirks and wipes his face with a finger and shoving it inside your mouth. you suck on his finger and look at him holding eye contact the whole time.
you stop sucking on eddie’s finger and look him up and down, “take your shirt off,”
eddie smiles excitingly and takes his shirt off quickly, while he’s doing that you take off your dress and he finally sees you, in just your black lacy bra, which wasn’t doing much in covering your nipples.
“fuck i- god sweetheart you have to be the most gorgeous person i’ve ever laid eyes on…”
eddie tries to palm his cock through his jeans to relieve the pressure, he was so painfully hard.
you tilt your head and laugh sweetly, “does it hurt that bad baby?”
“f-fuck yeah it does it hurts so bad, eddie looks at you and keeps palming himself, choking on a moan when you open your legs wider and unclasp your bra, finally being fully naked in front of him.
eddie’s jaw drops and he sighs out, taking his pants and boxers off and pants in relief at his length finally being out of his confines.
“are you gonna fuck me? or am i just gonna have to fuck myself?” you give eddie a serious look and put your hands on your clit rubbing circles.
“f-fuck no let me do that,” he slaps your hand away and replaces your hand with his. rubbing small circles, “you’re so wet, i-i cant” eddie leans down to your tits and starts to kiss and leave love bites there, he sucks on your nipples and plays with and twists the other with his finger.
“fuck me already.” you whine and buck your hips against his fingers.
“m’ getting there sweet girl, let me take my time, let me enjoy you being spread wide open for me like this.” eddie fingers you faster and you sigh out in pleasure,
“i just want you inside of me… be a good boy and fill me up please…” eddie’s pupils widen and he immediately turns you around bending you over the sink so you can look at yourself.
“you see yourself right there? you’re my little whore.” eddie places his cock at your entrance, and shoves inside without warning.
“look at yourself getting fucked by me. you like that?” eddie grabs your hips and fucks into you at a fact pace. you moan loudly at the intrusion and grind back against him.
“you see yourself in that mirror and what do you see baby?” he slaps your ass waiting for your response.
“fuck- i- i see you fucking me,” you drop your head down and moan.
“i see my pretty girl getting fucked by me” eddie grabs your chin makes you look at yourself “eyes on you.”
“you’re my pretty girl huh?”
“f-fuck yes eddie” you hold eye contact with him in the mirror and scream when eddie hits your sweet spot repeatedly.
eddie pulls his bandana from his pocket and gags you with it, putting it inside your mouth.
“stay quiet for me yeah? be a good girl.” you nod and almost scream when eddie hits your g-spot making you see stars.
“shh shh, i know baby, i know..” he coos.
eddie reaches around you and rubs slow circles on your clit with his fingers and you moan loudly, biting down on the bandana,
“you sound so pretty like this baby… fuck yes god you’re so tight.”
“faster” you try to mumble through the bandana, eddie takes the gag out and asks “did i hear you right baby? did you say faster?”
you nod and look back at him pouting.
“be careful what you wish for sweetheart.” eddie pounds into you at a relentless pace and you choke on a moan, you couldn’t even fully moan you’re mouth was just open in pleasure and you grabbed the sink for a grip and kept saying eddie’s name like it was a prayer.
“i-im gonna cum eds.” you drop your head down.
“me too baby, f-fuck you can come sweetheart.” as soon as you get eddies permission you cum on his dick and his cum shoots inside of you at the same time, you whimper and eddie pulls out of you, he grabs his shirt and cleans you both up and he places a kiss between your legs before standing up.
“can i kiss you now?”
you laugh in disbelief and pull your dress back down. while eddie puts his pants back on, he only puts on his leather jacket since he used his shirt as a cum rag. “shit can i have my panties back? this dress is too short to be walking around like this commando”
“mm i know” eddie grabs your ass and squeezes harshly. “all mine.” you think about questioning the fact he’s calling you ‘his’ but you decide against it.
he takes out your panties from his back pocket and waves it in your face. “finders keepers” he shrugs and you try to reach for it but he’s too tall.
“eddie!” you whine.
“i’ll give them back to you, if you let me kiss you…” he widens his eyes and smirks, laughing a bit.
you roll your eyes. “ha! no way.”
“mmm then i guess you’re never getting em back.” he shoves them back in his pocket and you shrug.
“and i guess you’re never gonna kiss me” you raise your eyebrows in amusement.
“mm i think you want your panties back more than i want to kiss you…” he smiles down at you, grabbing your cheeks and closing his eyes, it looked like he was trying to regain his composure, he takes a deep breath, opens his eyes, and meets face to face with your soft eyes,
he lets go of your cheeks and puts his hand in his pockets. “i-i should go… um uncle wayne is gonna beat my ass if i’m not home soon! so i’m just gonna-“ he starts to back away from you and couldn’t believe he was just going to leave like that, again.
“why the fuck do you keep doing that” you snap at him, suddenly pissed off. you step closer to him and point at his chest, he stumbles back.
“doing what?” he grabs your finger to stop from poking his chest again.
“just fucking me and then acting like nothing happened? do you think i’m just some hooker you’re gonna fuck whenever you wanna get your dick wet?” your eyebrows furrow and you snatch your hand back from him.
“what do you think this is? what do you think i’m in love with you or something?” eddie’s eyes widen in anger. “did you think i was gonna take you on a date after? tell you how much i love you? this isn’t a fucking relationship.”
ouch.
“no i didn’t think that but you could at least have some common decency! you cant just act like it didn’t happen! when are we gonna talk about it?” you yell at him.
“talk about what?! there isn’t anything to talk about! this-” he points at both of you, “is nothing!” he turns around grabbing and pulling his hair.
“oh you cannot be serious!” you cross your arms and have the urge to slap him. “you really are the most self centered, most arrogant, most pretentious, most infuriating person i’ve ever met! it amazes me how much you don’t care about anyone but your fucking self.”
“i don’t understand how it’s my fault that you’re in love with me and i’m not in love with you! i’m not going to cuddle you after sex like we’re dating, and if that’s what you want then … i- just cant give that you.” he sighs and turns back around to face you,
“i’m not fucking in love with you, and i never will. i don’t want cuddles and goodnight kisses, i understand better than anyone that’s not how you roll, you’re just not a sweet guy, i don’t want anything more with you than a nice fuck. is that what you want to hear? because it’s true. god i fucking despise you. you are my worst nightmare!” you scream at him and pace around the room.
“i can only give you sex. and if that’s not good enough for you then maybe we shouldn’t do it anymore.” he sighs in defeat and rubs his headache away with his thumb and index finger.
“fine.” you look down at your heels, you felt overwhelmed with this situation, you didn’t know how to feel.
“fine.” he crosses his arms together, and leaves walking out the door, leaving you alone. you hear the concert still going on outside and sigh.
you need to call chrissy to take you home, you doubt billy is still here, he probably left with some girl.
you go outside straightening out your dress, you look around looking for a phone box, you hear a sudden loud commotion going on and a crowd gathering up there. you gasp and run over there trying to see what’s going on,
billy and eddie were fighting. eddie was on top of billy and he was punching him ruthlessly, billy’s face was fucked up thrown back and forth, he was spitting out blood and you scream trying to get eddie off of him.
“eddie!”
eddie stops his punch half way and turns around to look at you. it’s like your voice stood out the most within all of the cheering.
“eddie? stop it, get off of him.” you step closer to him slowly. billy was on the floor close to dead basically. he was coughing out blood.
“you didn’t hear what he said about you.” he looks down at him.
“it doesn’t matter what he said. let’s go okay?” you grab eddie’s shoulder and encourage him to stand up, he does but not before he spits on billy. “you’re piece of shit. don’t ever talk about her like that again.”
you grab eddie’s shoulder and push him outside. “what the fuck was that? are you trying to get arrested for murder? you almost killed him!”
“j-just let’s go okay? let me take you home.” he grabs his nose and groans in pain. you step closer to him to inspect his face, his nose was bleeding and he had lots of bruises. he also had a few cuts on his face, and his eye looked like it was gonna become a black eye soon.
“you’re an idiot you know that right?” you laugh and eddie laughs with you.
“you should see the other guy,” he winks at you and you push his shoulder playfully.
“shut up, let’s go back to my place, i have a first aid there.” you both walk towards eddie’s van and you both sit in silence on the way to your house. neither of you wanting to talk about what happened tonight.
you couldn’t help but wonder what billy said that made eddie want to kill him like that. you look at eddie’s knuckles on the steering wheel, they were covered in his blood and you shivered.
“can i ask you a question?” you glance at eddie.
“i don’t know, can you?” eddie reaches into the glove compartment for a cigarette, lighting it up to take a drag, opening the windows.
“umm what did billy say?” you fidget with your fingers and look back at him again.
eddie’s grip on the steering wheel tightened and you curl up.
“he said he couldn’t wait to fuck your-“ he takes a deep breath and continues “he said he couldn’t wait to fuck you at prom. and said some other shitty disgusting stuff about you.”
“oh. what made him say that shit to you anyway?” you feel disgusted you kissed that asshole and recoil into your seat.
“he didn’t, i-i um overheard.” he clears his throat and tightens his grip further on the wheel. his knuckles turning white.
“well thank you… you know for defending me like that.” you look out the window not wanting to see his reaction to your appreciation.
he looks at you staring at the window and he smiles softly. his heart flutters at your hair flying through the wind and your eyes closing as the wind hits your face. the moon reflecting off your face perfectly. you were so beautiful to him.
“yeah. you’re-“ he clears his throat, “you’re welcome.”
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heyhihellowhatsup0 · 1 year
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Project Freak - Eddie Munson x Reader (Enemies to Lovers)
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Warnings:  Angsty af...Some smut...probably more if I do a part two?? 18+ Only. (Do not interact if under 18)
Summary:  You’re partnered up with the person you’d never be caught dead with. But the more you work alongside Eddie, the tension continues to build amongst eachother.
A/N: My first Eddie fic! I’m anxious af but if it doesn’t flop maybe I’ll do a part two?? Also I found the .gif on Pinterest so if anyone knows who made it DM me so I can give credit!
You tapped your pen against your desk and tried to ignore the teacher’s request. You pretended you didn’t hear it and like nothing had changed. You acted as if you weren’t just told you had a huge project due in two weeks and the teacher was assigning the partners. You didn’t just suck in a breath when the teacher told you were going to be partnered with Eddie Munson. The one guy who you couldn’t stand. 
And you knew Eddie wasn’t your biggest fan either. He always teased you in your cheerleader uniform when you walked by, you were pretty sure he started a rumor last summer about you when you and your father moved out of the trailer park and into a house, and the few times you did speak to him he gave you the dirtiest looks. It was safe to say the feeling was certainly mutual without any genuine reasoning. And now you were forced to work together.
Jason gave you an apologetic look as the bell rang and you bolted out of your seat and headed towards your locker. But Eddie quickly caught up when you were half way down the hall and tapped your shoulder to get your attention, “Pardon me, princess. A word?” he asked you sarcastically as he leaned up against your locker while you continued to ignore him, “Yeah, okay. You’re not fucking up my grade in this class so you tell me how you want to go about this,” his eyes went to your legs in the cheer skirt and then he quickly reminded himself who he was speaking to.
“That’s cute. This is like what? 14th grade for you?” You snapped at him while you exchanged your books out in your locker. You didn’t even know why you were wasting your breath on him, “How about we just divide the work up and hand it in in two weeks?” you noticed the way Eddie’s brown eyes were on you when you gave him a glare.
“No can do, princess. We have to present in front of the class. It’s half our grade and I’m not getting up there unprepared when you and I both know I’m gonna get the blame for it,” you knew Eddie was right about that. As much as you didn’t care for him, you did always feel bad how people judged and looked at him. Getting the short stick was never easy.
You let out a sigh, “Fine. Let’s meet up after school and get this over with,” you countered with a sharpness to your voice. You just really wanted this conversation to end so you could go about your day and forget you were partnered with him, “Or do you have some clients to tend to?” you sneered as if Jason didn’t buy pot for you from Eddie.
“As long as you don’t have to go cheer for guys throwing balls in laundry baskets, I’m all yours, sweetheart,” Eddie wasn’t afraid to speak back to you. Eddie could care less about your popularity. “Meet at my place at 4. I’d give you directions but I think you know it pretty well?” He knew how you wouldn’t tell a soul you ever lived in a trailer. A part of Eddie wanted to leak that information to Jason and his buddies but he had no energy to do that. So he let you keep your secret between the both of you.
You flipped him off and turned your back to him, “Get away from me, fucking freak,” you shouted loud enough for people walking by could hear as you walked away. Eddie was a prick in your mind and the last person you wanted to be spending your free time with, “Go to hell, Munson…” you mumbled under your breath as you continued your dread for this project.
Eddie watched from the distance as you walked up to the trailer and knocked on the front door. He took his sweet ass time getting up and made his way over to you spitefully. Opening the door with a grin on his face as he welcomed you with a sarcastic cheer, “Welcome home,” he teased as he extended his arm to invite you inside, “Wow, all dressed up for me?” he nodded to your uniform with a playful wink.
He couldn’t stand most of the cheerleaders but what he couldn’t stand most was how he never pegged you for one of them. You had lived in this trailer park for years and even though you barely spoke to Eddie, he didn’t think you were one of them. You would at least smile at him from time to time when you crossed paths or would drop off a casserole you had made for Eddie’s uncle Wayne when you knew he worked late. There was a side of you Eddie once saw he thought was gentle and kind.
And then your dad bought a house in a cul-de-sac and just like that, everything changed. Suddenly, you made the pep squad and were dating all the most popular guys in Hawkins. The trailer park and Eddie never existed in your eyes. You didn’t even think twice when you began rolling your eyes at Eddie in the hallway for no apparent reason. So he did the same in return. 
You pushed past Eddie with a scoff, “Let’s get this over with,” you sighed as you brought your books into the living room. You took a seat on the couch and began to open one up when you noticed Eddie was staring at you, “What is it, freak?” you asked him with a raised eyebrow.
“What’s your fucking problem with me, Y/N? Or am I just a reminder of your former life that may have been better so you project that onto me?” Eddie actually paid attention this year in psychology and he was glad he did because he saw the look on your face when he called you out for it. He was right. He knew it.
“Can we just get to work, please?” you dismissed the question as you turned the page in your book. You weren’t going to let Eddie The Freak Munson speak to you like you were a child. Even if you knew you were acting a bit ridiculous. “You don’t know me or anything about me,” you added with another aggressive page flip.
Eddie looked down at you and licked his lips and reached down for you on the couch. The next thing you knew, you were sitting on Eddie’s lap and straddling his legs and his eyes met yours, “I know you’re a fucking brat who puts way too much energy into hating me,” Eddie’s breath was on yours and your eyes went to his lips for a moment, “Why do you hate me so much, sweetheart…?” his voice was like a raspy whisper that made you tense from the inside.
“Shut up,” you told Eddie as you tried to pull away but you didn’t. You didn’t want to. There was something about the way Eddie was looking at you and how his hands were on your waist that you suddenly found yourself craving. But you were never going to be honest about that, “Why do you hate me?” you retaliated.
Eddie laughed bitterly while his hand traveled to your ass, “Because you’re a holier-than-thou, selfish brat who thinks she’s better than me,” he answered as he squeezed your ass. He smirked when he heard you whimper slightly so he did it again.
“And you’re a fucking freak and a self-righteous prick,” you seethed through your teeth when you looked at him. “Who also thinks he’s better than me,” you added smugly. It took two to play this game and you weren’t going to let Eddie speak to you like that.
“Well, well…aren’t we quite the pair then,” Eddie answered in a snarky tone with a dry laugh. He felt his cock harden up against your leg and neither one of you could ignore it even if you wanted to.
The next thing you knew, your lips crashed against Eddie’s and you were grinding your hips into him. Moaning into a kiss while Eddie’s fingers roamed through your hair. As the kiss grew deeper, so did your neediness for Eddie and your tongue found his with ease as you massaged them together with passion.
How the hell were you making out with Eddie Munson? And why were you liking it? The way Eddie’s hands traveled towards your inner thigh made your core start to ache while you sucked a harsh bruise against his neck. Your hips moved into Eddie’s where you felt his hardened cock and you could tell how big he was which only turned you on more. You haven't felt this way with any other guy. Not Jason. Not Billy. This was…different.
It was better.
“Is it pissing you off I’m making you wet, princess?” Eddie teased as he snaked his fingers into your pants. He could feel the dampness as his fingers brushed against your underwear which made his cock twitch for you, “Knowing I’m clearly the one you want right now?” his lips brushed against yours while he found your clit through the fabric of your underwear.
“Shut the fuck up, Eddie and make me cum…” you didn’t want to play his games. But you did want Eddie. You wanted him to help you reach that high and get you to where you needed. There was something about his touch that you wanted. “Please…” that was as nice as you were going to get and Eddie knew that.
Slipping his fingers inside, Eddie circled your clit tantalizingly slowly but the way you moaned told Eddie more than he needed. Smirking against your lips, he removed his hand from your pants and pecked your lips, “Well…look at the time. You better get going,” he carefully took you off his lip as he adjusted himself with a grin, “Maybe next time, be a bit nicer,” he teased.
“I…what? I said fucking please!” you rolled your eyes at him. You weren’t going to let him know how annoyed you were even though it was written all over your face how horny he had made you. He had just driven you up a wall and now…he was punishing you? “You’re serious?” you took a deep breath as you stood up from the couch.
“Scouts honor, sweetheart,” Eddie threw up his hand like he was taking an oath. He shrugged his shoulders and gave you a look, “But I’m really glad to know I can make you that wet. Guess you have a thing for freaks,” Eddie added before you slammed the door in his face, now pissed off, horny, and craving that release that you both knew only Eddie could get rid of for you.
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The Things You Give Part 33
Whooooooweeee it's be a very long time! I'm so sorry it took so long to write this! I've been having a hard time feeling motivated but it's past the New Years and I decided that I need to end this story shortly. Story isn't done quite yet, but there are only a few more chapters! I hope you all had a beautiful holiday season and New Years! I know I did. Enjoy the chapter!
Quick note: Danny Masterson has been imprisoned and now Mila Kunis and Ashton Kutcher are under fire and now being cancelled apparently. Not a good start of the year for anyone.
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June 1, 1979
Point Place, Wisconsin
Forman/Hyde Residence
Eric Forman’s Kitchen
“Hey, you two, how was your doctor’s appointment?” Kitty asked as she was stirring a hot pot of chili on the stove.
“Ugh,” Y/n groaned and plopped down on the chair at the table.
“The doctor says she can pop any day now,” Hyde answered for her and opened the fridge for a drink.
“Awe, sweetheart, you must be so uncomfortable,” Kitty said.
“I am. I’m so sick of being pregnant,” she whined. “I’m tired, my ankles are fat, my back hurts and—Steven! Will you please stop breathing down my neck?!”
“Uh,” he replied from the counter, no where close to her. “I’m over here.”
Y/n whined again. “I’m so sick of being pregnant.”
“The doctor said there are a couple things we can do to induce labor,” Steven said and pulled out a list. “She said we can try spicy foods, long walks, castor oil—”
“Don’t forget what she said could be more effective,” Y/n cut in.
Steven gave her a stoney look and put his hand on his hip. “I’m not saying that.”
“Why not? She’s a nurse she hears this stuff all the time! Besides, she’s gone through this as well!”
“What? Tell me what?” Kitty asked.
“No, I’m not saying it!”
“Steven!”
“Oh, for Pete’s sake, tell me what?!” Kitty cried out.
“The doctor said sex can be the most effective to induce labor,” Y/n blurted out.
“Y/n, what the hell?!” Steven said, embarrassed.
“Oh,” Kitty said lowly and dropped her gaze back to the chili, almost uninterested. “Okay.”
“Okay? That’s all you got to say?” Y/n asked.
“Honey, it’s pretty clear that you wouldn’t be pregnant if you and Steven hadn’t…you know…”
“Okay!” Steven interrupted. “As nice as this conversation is, I gotta get to work.”
“Okay, fine, but—Mom, cover your ears—we’re doing it later!” Y/n shouted after him as he slammed the door shut, hoping to drown out that last part.
“Well, isn’t that lovely,” Kitty mumbled and poured herself a cup of chili. “Y/n, on a more appropriate topic, do you want some chili?”
“Hey, guys,” Eric introduced himself as he entered the kitchen. “Great news! I’m on my way to becoming a teacher. I filled out all my college application with red pen.” He giggled to himself. “That’s a teacher joke.”
“Well, now look at him!” Red announced as he walked through the kitchen door. “Out of bed and productive before three o’ clock.”
“Honey, you’re like a marine!” Kitty said cheerfully.
“A marine?” Y/n asked. “The only time I ever saw him storm a beach was when he was running away from a jellyfish!”
“Damn, what did you have for breakfast this morning? Carnation Instant Bitch?” Eric quipped.
“If I could get up, I’d kick your ass for saying that,” Y/n threatened, sighing, and shifted uncomfortably in her seat, the pain in lower back starting to intensify.
“Yeah, anyway,” Eric said and turned back to Red. “Hey, dad, all I need from you now is a financial statement so the school can see where I'm getting the old moola.”
“Oh, well, you see about that…” Red mumbled, nervous. “I, uh...I spent your college money to keep the muffler shop going.”  
“What?!” the twins shouted.
“You spent our college fund?!” Y/n continued.
“Why do you care?” Eric asked her. “It’s not like you’re going to college anytime soon. You don’t even know what you want to study.”
“Who says I don’t?” she asked. “I decided that I’m going to study biomedical engineering. Beat that, teach.”
“You’re going to study biomedical engineering?!” Kitty asked excitedly. “I knew you were going to take after me in the medical field!”
“Except the difference is she’ll be helping advance technology in the medical field instead of having to wipe people’s butts and administer them their IV’s,” Red said.
“Is that what you think I do all day?” Kitty asked, offended.
“Uh…” he whipped back to Y/n who was looking up at him with an amused smile. “Good job, kitten. I’m proud of you.”
“Thank you,” she responded. “It would mean more if we had our college money!”
“Dad, how are we supposed to pay for college?” Eric asked.
“Look, with this damn mild winter, nobody's muffler rusted,” Red said. “I tried to rust them. I even went out at night and sprinkled salt all over the streets!”
Kitty squinted at her husband. “Not my good kosher salt!”
Red looked at his wife with a deadpanned look and rolled his eyes. “Yes, Kitty, I sprinkled the streets of Point Place with your half-pound bag of salt.”
“Wait. Mom, you knew about this?” Eric asked. “And you just said, ‘Please, go ahead. Take my son's college money and use it on a muffler shop?’”
“No,” she responded. “I think your father asked me if I thought you two would amount to anything, and I said, ‘I really, really hope so.’ And then he said, ‘I'm spending the twins’ college money on my muffler shop.’ And then I made the best blueberry cobbler I have ever made."
“Man, that was good,” Y/n reminisced. “I remember that cobbler. I always wondered why, when I said it was so good, you said, ‘At least I can give you this,’ and started to cry.”
“So, the upshot is, I have absolutely no money for college,” Eric said and puckered his lips in deep thought. “Looks like I’m going to have to use that football scholarship that was offered to me.”
“Oh, Eric, we should go talk to Mr. Bray!” Y/n suggested.
“Our old guidance counselor?” he asked.
“Finding money for college is what high school guidance counselors do.”
“I don't know about Mr. Bray. I don't think he really liked me,” Eric said. “One time I told him I was being bullied, and he just said, ‘What'd you expect?’"
“I’ll go with you,” Y/n said. “Mr. Bray loved me…in almost entirely appropriate ways.”
“Yeah…we’ll go,” Eric said, a little concerned.
“Okay, now that we got all that settled, we should celebrate!” Kitty announced.
Y/n scoffed. “Sure. With what?”
                                             --Later that day—
“Hey, don’t forget about the Led Zepplin concert next Friday,” Eric reminded his friends as they all sat in the basement.
“How could I forget?” Hyde asked. “It was the greatest bribery I’ve ever had.”
Y/n rolled her eyes at them.
It didn’t go unnoticed by Hyde. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing," she sighed, eyeing the TV and rubbed her belly.
“No, no you don’t get to do that just because you’re pregnant,” he pushed. “I know you, what’s wrong?”
“Awe, Steven, that’s really sweet,” Jackie said and turned to Markus. “When he and I were together, he wouldn’t even be bothered to ask me what was wrong. It didn’t even faze him.”
“To be fair, you’re always bothered by something,” Hyde quipped. “It was something new every day. I stopped keeping up after a while.”
“I am not!” she argued and turned to Markus who gave her a look. “Okay, maybe I was, but I’ve changed! The other day, I walked by a shoe sale and wasn’t upset that they didn’t have this beautiful shoe in my size. See? Growth.”
“Sure,” Hyde mindlessly and turned back to his wife. “C’mon, what’s wrong?”
“I’d rather not talk about it in front of our friends,” she responded.
“So, you guys can make out in front of us, even get caught doing it, but expressing why you’re upset is where you draw the line?” Donna pointed out.
“Yeah, spill it!” Fez demanded.
Y/n paused before sighing through her nose. “I don’t think you should go.”
“What?!” Eric shouted.
“Why?!” Hyde asked, appalled. “Why don’t you want me to go?”
“Well, I could go into labor any day now and I’d hate for you to miss the birth of your children for a concert,” she explained calmly.
“Y/n, your due date is on Monday. The kids will be here a full five days before the concert. I think it’ll be okay.”
“What if they’re not here by then? They can be late, you know,” Y/n pointed out.
“Come on, don’t do this,” Hyde said. “Don’t make me choose.”
“I shouldn’t have to make you!” she burst out. “You should know what comes first! Not some stupid concert!”
That made the group audibly gasp.
“What?! What I say?!” she asked them.
“You take that back!” Eric said, his voice wobbly.
“Blasphemous!” Kelso shouted.
“How dare you?” Fez asked under his breath.
“Oh, come on you guys, you can’t be serious,” she said. “Are you telling me my giving birth isn’t as important as some band?”
Everyone was quiet for a minute, filling Y/n with rage.
“It’s Led Zepplin,” Fez said quietly.
“Seriously?!” Y/n screeched and stood up. “You’re all going to leave me here all alone?!”
“I’m not going to the concert,” Markus piped up. “I’ll be here for you.”
She turned to everyone else. “Thank you, Markus. Maybe if I have boys I can name one of them after you!”
This made Jackie gasp. “How dare you?! I thought we agreed on Jack or Jackie!”
“I agreed to nothing!” Y/n argued. “You just assume because you think everyone caters to you, but you can’t be bothered to return the favor! The person who helps me deserves the credit.”
“What--?! That is not true!” Jackie shouted.
Everyone around her scoffed.
“C’mon, Jackie,” Donna said, side-eyeing her.
Jackie spun around to her boyfriend. “Markus! Aren’t you going to say something?”
He shrugged. “Sorry, babe, I have to agree with Y/n on this one.”
“Oh, you are in so much trouble!” she screeched.
Y/n clapped her hands and stomped her foot, gaining their attention. “Guys! Really? I thought that after we’ve all been through, you would want to be there for the birth of your nieces or nephews.” She turned to Hyde. “Or your children.” When no one responded, Y/n scoffed, hurt. “You know, what? I don’t care what you guys do. Go to the concert. Have fun.”
She didn’t let them get another single word out before she quietly walked upstairs to her room.
Once the door slammed, Donna turned to the group. “You guys, I feel really bad.”
“Yeah…I’d be pissed too if I couldn’t go to the concert,” Kelso said casually, opening a popsicle.
“No, you moron! That’s not why she’s upset!” Hyde said, irritated.
“Well, what does she expect us to do?” Eric asked. “Those tickets were a lot and it’s not our fault that the concert falls around the same time of her due date.” When he caught Donna glaring at him, he shrugged his shoulders. “What?!”
“You’re an ass,” Donna said. “I don’t think I want to go anymore.”
“Oh, come on! You have to go,” her boyfriend said. “She may not even have the kids on the day of the concert. It would be such a waste if we didn’t go.”
“Wow, Eric,” Donna said bitterly. “You’re being incredibly insensitive.”
“Okay, let’s say the babies come before the concert. No harm, no foul, amiright?” Eric asked.
“That’s if Hyde wants to go,” Markus responded. “When my sister and her husband had my niece, they were up pretty much three days straight and the last thing they wanted to do was go to a noisy concert.”
“Well, I think she’s being a little dramatic and honestly—quite selfish,” Kelso said. Everyone turned to look at him, finding himself cringing when Hyde gave him a death glare. “What?! She is!”
“She has a point, Michael!” Jackie defended. “No matter how mean and unfair she was to me.”
“You’re telling me that we might miss her birth is an overreaction?” Donna questioned him.
Kelso nodded and shrugged. “Well…yeah!”
“Unbelievable,” Donna said curtly as Hyde slugged Kelso in the arm.
“Ow, Hyde! What the hell?!”
“Keep talking crap about my wife Kelso and you’re going home with more than a bruised arm,” he threatened.
“Damn, sorry I said anything,” Kelso whined while rubbing his sore shoulder.
“You should be,” Hyde said and made his way towards the stairs. “I’m going to go talk to her.”
He took two steps at a time as he followed his bride.
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Y/n laid there in bed, glaring at the ceiling. Scenarios of possibilities wouldn’t stop dancing in her head about the day she would give birth while her supposed loving husband was at a concert.
She felt a very wet sensation run down her leg. As she looked down, she noticed that her water had broken, and it wasn’t long until the pain of contractions came along.
“Steven!” she cried out in pain. “Steven, the babies are coming!”
“Oh, really?” he asked, barley looking up from putting his jacket on. “This is inconvenient. Can you wait until I get back from the concert?”
“What?!”
“Look, the babies are important, but…Led Zepplin,” he replied, stepping backwards towards the door. “Just hold those kids in for me! Love you, bye!”
Y/n sneered at the thought, but her mind continued to race.
Smoke, heavy bass, and body sweat filled the air as the group, minus Y/n, head banged their way through each song of Led Zepplin.
“Hey, Hyde, isn’t Y/n giving birth right now?” Donna shouted through the noise, wide smile on her face.
“Yeah, but this is more important!” he shouted back.
“Yeah, to hell with her!” Eric shouted. “Led Zepplin is way more important!”
“Yeah, she’ll be fine,” Steven said. “We can always have more kids that I’ll probably end up being there for the birth!”
Tears started to well in her eyes. “Jerks.”
A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.
“Y/n?” Steven asked as he poked his head through their shared bedroom door.
She quickly grabbed for her pregnancy book on the nightstand and pretended to be reading.
“Doll, can we talk?”
“About what?” she mumbled.
“You know what.”
“I think you made up your mind, so there’s no point,” she said, staring at the page.
“No, no that’s why I wanted to come up here,” he replied. “Look, I’m sorry, okay?”
“Don’t be.”
“Y/n, can you please look at me?” he asked her and took the book from her, only to see tear streaks down her face. “Awe, Doll…”
She couldn’t stifle her sobs anymore as she broke down. “You love Led Zepplin more than me!” She shoved her face into a pillow.
He didn’t know if he should laugh or groan. “Y/n, come on, you know that’s not true.”
“No, it is!” she continued to wail. “I’m going to go into labor and you’re not going to care!”
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, counting to ten. “You know that’s not true.”
“You won’t even help me go into labor!” she whined.
“I’m not going to sleep with you just so you can go into labor,” he deadpanned.
Y/n sat up and wiped at her face. “C’mon, Steven, I’m miserable here! The babies will be fine. It’s doctor recommended!”
“We haven’t even tried the others yet,” he said calmly.
Her face contorted again, fat tears rolling down her face. “You don’t find me attractive anymore!”
“I never said that!” Steven couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Then why won’t you make love to me?!”
“First, don’t say it like that ever again. And second: it has nothing to do with my finding you attractive.”
“Then what is it?” she wept.
“It’s…it’s nothing.”
This made her stop crying immediately and glare at him instead. He almost missed her crying. “What a load of crap!”
“C’mon, Y/n, don’t make me say it.”
“No, you’re gonna!” she demanded. “I want to know why you won’t have sex with your wife to help her go into labor!”
Steven tilted his head back at and stared at the ceiling. Closing his eyes, he groaned before looking back at her. “It’s weird, okay? I’m going to be doing you knowing that the babies are…right there. Knowing what’s going on.”
Y/n scrunched her eyebrows at him. “The babies are in my uterus, not in my, you know, hoo-ha.”
Steven found himself chucking at her euphonism. “What if I hurt them?”
“Like I just said, they’re farther up there than you can reach.”
“Ouch.”
She laughed and placed her hand on his arm. “Trust me, that’s something to be proud of.”
He laughed with her and kissed her.
“Let’s make a deal,” she said, catching his attention. “If I go into labor before the concert, by all means, go. But if I don’t by Friday—you don’t. What do you think?”
He tilted his head to the side, thinking before nodding. “Okay, let’s do it.”
“Okay, good,” she smiled at him as he leaned down to kiss her.
“How bout we try now?”
“Now you want to? Because of a concert?!”
“No, more so now I know I won’t hurt them or make it as weird.”
Y/n rolled her eyes. “You’re lucky I love you.”
He laid her down onto her back, hovering above her and gently smiled. “That I am.”
                                             That Following Monday…
“That’s right, still no babies!” Y/n announced as she and Steven walked into the kitchen after their doctor appointment. Everyone sat in the kitchen, hanging out and snacking. Kitty, Donna, and Jackie sat at the table while Eric, Fez, and Kelso sat at the counter munching on some pop-tarts. “Today’s my due date and I am nowhere near in labor! Gah! This sucks!”
She plopped down at the table, causing it to shift.
“Oh, honey, I know how you feel,” Kitty comforted. “When I was pregnant with Laurie, I wanted her out so bad I almost reached a hand up there and yanked her out myself!”
“That’s a great story, Mom. Can you tell that to me while you’re getting me some iced tea?” Y/n snapped.
Kitty glared at her daughter as she reluctantly got up and grabbed for the pitcher in the fridge.
“Damn, pregnancy doesn’t agree with you,” Jackie said. “The bitch hormone is being released.”
“You try carrying twins who won’t stop kicking me—and each other!” she responded as the glass was placed in front of her. “Thanks, Mom.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Kitty grumbled as she sat back down.
“Seriously, I’ll wake up in the middle of the night to one or both of the babies moving and kicking me. Have you ever had feet stuck in your ribcage? It’s a rude awakening. Literally.”
“Yeah, I feel your pain,” Hyde said. “Whenever you’re up, I’m up.”
“Oh, shove it!” Y/n spit. “You sleep like a damn log every night! You can be getting attacked while you’re dead asleep and barley stir!”
“No, I hear you. I just choose to stay still.”
“So, while I’m over here in uncomfortable, you’re snuggling your pillow just to avoid me?!”
Fez, Kelso, and Eric shifted their gazes to Hyde with amused smirks on their faces.
“You cuddle your pillow, Hyde?” Eric taunted.
“Shut up, Forman or I will suffocate you with said pillow.”
“But if you do, you won’t have a pillow to cuddle at night,” Fez continued.
“Shut up, Fez!”
“Y/n, have you tried any of the doctor’s suggestions?” Kitty asked.
“Yeah! Steven and I have done it like a dozen times since then,” she answered.
Kitty closed her eyes and rubbed her head. “Honey…have you tried anything else besides that?”
“No, not yet.”
“Well, why don’t you start with food? Let’s go out tonight.”
Y/n shrugged. “Yeah, let’s try that.”
“And the weather is supposed to be cooler tonight, we can go on that long walk,” Hyde said.
She sighed and rubbed her aching neck. “Yeah, that works.”
“There’s a good Indian restaurant that serves the spiciest curry downtown,” Kitty said. “Let’s go there.”
“Uh, do I have to go?” Eric piped up. “Last time I had anything spicy, I sat on the toilet for three days.”
“Ew,” Hyde said and turned to his wife. “Look, I’m going to go look for those specific teas the doc told me about. Do you want anything else?”
“Yeah, just about everything on that list,” she responded. “Get the castor oil, some hot peppers, pineapples—”
“Should I just get the whole store?” Hyde asked.
“Yes please.”
Hyde nodded and kissed her head. “I’ll be back.”
As soon as he walked out the door, Y/n stood. “Well, I’ve got to pee again. I swear these damn kids think that my bladder is a squeeze toy.”
“She’s got to have those kids any day now,” Donna said once Y/n had waddled out the kitchen.
“Yeah, it’s not like they’re trying,” said Kelso. “Hyde told me yesterday that she promised him that if she can give birth before Friday then he can go to the concert. Man, that must suck. Having an ol’ ball and chain telling you what to do.”
“Well, you’d never know since you’re too busy cheating on every girl you’ve ever dated,” Jackie snarked.
“Well, what do you say we make this interesting?” Kelso asked, ignoring Jackie’s comment.
“What do you mean?” Eric asked, tossing a Styrofoam football in the air. 
“I’ll bet you ten bucks she has the babies tomorrow,” he responded with a wide smirk.
“You’re on!” Jackie said excitedly and reached for her purse.
“Guys, I don’t feel right about this,” Donna said. “It’s not cool to bet on when our friend will go into labor.”
“Ugh, Donna,” Y/n called as she waddled down the stairs. “That candle you gave me smells horrible. Next time, maybe try getting me a candle that doesn’t smell like nature took a dump and forgot to flush.”
“It’s the smell of a forest!” she defended.
“Have you ever been to the forest?” Y/n said. “It doesn’t smell like that.”
Before she could let Donna respond, she waddled back upstairs. Once the door closed, Donna turned back to the group, annoyance written all over her face. “Make it twenty.”
                                                    --Later—
“Guys, I got some great news from the guidance counselor!” Eric announced as he ran into the living room where his family and Donna were sitting, watching TV.
“Yeah? What is it?” Red asked, turning down the volume on the TV.
“There's this program where you go and teach in an impoverished area for a year, and then they pay for your college. So, I signed up.”
“Eric, that’s wonderful!” Kitty cheered.
“That’s awesome!” Y/n joined in.
“See? I knew spending your college money would work out for the best,” Red said, smugly. “You're welcome.”
“So, where’s this impoverished place that you’re going to?” Steven asked.
“Is it east Milwaukee? You know I made a wrong turn there once and I ended up in this awful neighborhood,” Kitty said and lowered her voice as if anyone outside the living room could hear her. “They were playing radios on street corners!”
Eric shook his head. “No, I’m not going to east Milwaukee.”
“So, where then?” Donna asked.
Eric laid his hands out, palms up in excitement. “Its Africa.”
“Africa?!” Everyone said in shock.
“Africa, Wisconsin?” Kitty asked hopefully.
“No, Kitty, the country,” Red answered.
“You’re going to teach in Africa?” Y/n asked, her heart breaking. “So, does that mean you’re not going to be here when the babies are born?”
“No, no, I’ll still be here,” Eric said. “I’ll be leaving in August.”
“Oh,” she responded. “H-how long will you be gone?”
“About a year.”
“A YEAR?!” All three women shouted.
“What’s the big deal?” Eric asked, eyebrows knitting in confusion.
“The big deal is you made this big decision without coming to me at all!” Donna shouted and stood from the couch and stormed out.
“See? Donna understands,” Kitty said while Eric sighed in defeat.
This isn’t how he was planning this go at all.
                                         --Later that evening--
“Joey?” Y/n asked her husband as they sat at the kitchen table, eating dinner.
Hyde shook his head. “Have a cousin named Joey. Last I heard he was being treated for VD and on his way to a halfway house.”
“Oookay,” Y/n said, going down the list of names in her book. “Victoria?”
“No.”
“Why not?!”
“Because my mom had a best friend named Victoria.” He paused to take a bite of his spicy food before going into deep thought. “Pretty sure at one point she was more than that.”
Y/n gave him a blank stared smile. “I’ll never be able to erase that image out of my mind.”
“How bout Jimmy?”
Y/n put down the book. “Why Jimmy?”
He shrugged and wiped his mouth with his napkin. “I’ve just always liked that name.”
She squinted her eyes at him. “Since when?”
“I don’t know, a few years maybe.”
“Or maybe because it’s the name of the guitarist in Led Zepplin?”
Hyde pretended to be shocked. “Is that where that’s from? Wow, what are the odds?”
Y/n rolled her eyes at him. “Keep thinking, genius.”
“Eleanor?” he suggested.
“I’m sorry, am I giving birth to a seventy-five-year-old?” 
“What’s wrong with Eleanor?”
“I feel like I’d be giving birth to a Roosevelt. No, thank you.”
“We can call her Ellie for short,” he argued.
“Ellie Hyde?” she questioned.
“Let’s keep brainstorming,” he agreed and looked at her plate which she barely touched. “Why aren’t you eating your spicy curry? I added extra peppers for you.”
Y/n let out a sigh and put down her book. “It’s not working. Nothing is going to get these kids out.”
“You’ve barley taken a bite out of your food. Maybe if you eat half of it, you’ll actually go into labor.”
“If I eat anymore, I’ll be breathing out fire,” she deadpanned.
“Come on, it’s good. Try it,” he encouraged before taking a bite of her curry. It didn’t take long for the spices to set his mouth aflame. He started panting like a dog before desperately grabbing her glass of water and downing it like a man who hasn’t had water in days.
“Oh, my God,” he panted once the water was down. “How are you eating this?”
Y/n gave him an amused smile. “I’m about to push two human beings out of me, I think a hot mouth is the least of my worries.”
“Speaking of hot mouth, why don’t you and I go upstairs and try to get these babies here?” Hyde suggested, wiggling his eyebrows.
“C’mon, we’ve done it like a hundred times; clearly the babies aren’t coming,” she replied, defeated.
“You don’t know that,” he replied gently.
Y/n shook her head, defeated. “I guess these babies will come when they decide to.”
Steven looked at her before standing to his feet. “Come on. We’re going for a walk.”
                                            45 Minutes Later...
“I told you the walk wouldn’t work!” Y/n complained as they walked through the sliding door, picking out leaves and twigs from her hair.
“Well, it would’ve if you hadn’t tried to jump on me in the park!” Hyde argued as he looked down at the mud stains on his pants and shirt.
“I was trying to be romantic!”
“You’re trying to get these kids out of you so fast, you’re willing to knock us both over in a big puddle just for a quickie behind a bush!”
“How the hell was I supposed to know there was a deep mud puddle there?!” she yelled, prying her wet and muddy dress away from her thighs.
“Gee, I don’t know, maybe the fact that it RAINED earlier?” he yelled back.
“Ugh, you know what, I’m going to go shower. Don’t follow me!”
“What is going on?” Eric asked as he entered the kitchen with Donna. He took one look at the couple and started laughing. “What happened to you two?”
“Y/n thought it would be the perfect time to get romantic on a walk in the park to try to go into labor,” Steven replied, glaring at his wife who wasn’t even looking at him.
Eric scrunched up his nose at them. “Sorry I asked.”
“I’m going to go shower because the mud is started seal my butt cheeks together,” Y/n announced before waddling out the kitchen.
“Didn’t need to know that!” Eric cried out and turned back to Hyde. “So, are you guys going to keep trying?”
Hyde sighed frustratingly. “At this point, I don’t know. We’ve tried spicy foods, canola oil, sex…nothing is working. The long walk may have worked if she hadn’t cut it short.”
“Well, you know, maybe the babies will come tomorrow…or in a couple days…” Donna suggested and nonchalantly grabbed a soda from the fridge.
“I don’t know. I’m starting to think these kids are going to come closer to the concert and I just got to accept the fact that I’m not going to be able to make it.”
“What?! No, Hyde don’t say that,” Eric said. “You’re going to be able to have those babies and still go to the concert.”
“You know, Hyde, maybe you’re not doing this right,” Donna said and sat at the table. “Maybe, the babies will come tomorrow or Wednesday…”
Hyde squinted his eyes at her. “Why? Why tomorrow or Wednesday?”
She shook her head. “No reason!”
Hyde rolled his eyes. “Fine, whatever. I’m going to shower as well. We’ll try again tomorrow.”
Once he was out of earshot, Eric turned to Donna.
“Way to almost blow our cover!”
                                                         ---
Tuesday came and go with Y/n getting more miserable by the minute.
“It’s Tuesday night, she can still have the baby tonight!” Jackie argued.
“You had until 8pm. You can’t bend the rules now. Now pay up!” Donna chortled and held out her hand.
“Fine!” Jackie screeched and reached into her purse. “Here’s your stupid twenty bucks!”
“Thank you,” Donna said smugly and fanned her face with the two tens.
“Okay, double or nothing she has them by tomorrow,” Jackie said.
“I bet she’ll have them by Thursday,” Kelso said.
“I bet you’re all wrong,” Eric said. “I want to say she’ll have them by Sunday.”
“And I bet she’s losing six friends,” Markus piped up, disgusted at their behavior.
“Five,” Eric corrected. “She can’t lose me. I’m her brother after all.”
“I don’t think that’s going to make a difference,” Markus said.
“Markus, baby, shush,” Jackie said, tapping his leg. “We’re just having a little fun.”
“Fun?” he questioned. “You’re betting on your friend’s pain and misery! I don’t think she would classify this as fun.”
“She would if it was any one of us,” Eric pointed out.
“Only with you,” Donna chuckled. “She’s fine with the rest of us.” She looked up to Kelso who was mindlessly sucking on a popsicle. “Well, maybe Kelso too.”
He looked down at her, frowning, pausing with the popsicle still in his mouth. “Why me?”
“Because it’s so easy,” Fez added in, laughing. “Like you.”
                                                        ---
“That’s it, I give up!” Y/n said, exasperated three days later as she and her husband sat in the basement. “I’m done trying to get these kids to come out. They’ll come when they come.”
“No, don’t give up yet,” Eric said, faux-sympathetic.
“You just want them to be born so you can go to the concert,” she grumbled.
Eric’s gaze flicked to the rest of the group; Hyde staring at him suspiciously.
“Y-you can keep trying…even if it takes you to Sunday,” he said.
“Or Monday!” Jackie piped up. “I think you’ll go into labor then.”
“Nah, I’m saying Tuesday,” Fez said.
Y/n squinted her eyes at her friends. “Okay, what’s going on?”
“Nothing,” Fez squeaked.
“Uh huh, and I’m calling bologna,” she said, eyes never leaving Fez’s nervous ones.
“Nothing you’ll be interested in,” Jackie said.
“Yeah? Try me.”
Everyone was silent, not daring to speak up, until—
“We’ve all been making a bet to see when you’ll go into labor!” Fez blurted out.
“FEZ!” Everyone shouted.
“What the hell?!” Eric shouted.
“Unbelievable!” Donna cried out.
“Big mouth!” Jackie chimed in.
“Traitor!” Kelso added.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t lie to her!” Fez said.
“But you can bet money on me?!” Y/n shouted. “I can’t believe you guys!”
“Yeah! How could you do this and not let me in on it?!” Hyde shouted.
Y/n snapped her head to him. “WHAT?!”
“C’mon, we’re both so miserable here, at least let’s make some money out of it,” he defended.
“Oh, yeah I’m sure all that sex has helped ease the pain,” Fez grumbled bitterly.
“Shut up, Fez,” Hyde demanded, making Fez pout and turn away.
“You know the worst part is you guys didn’t include me on this,” Y/n continued.
“What?” the group asked in unison.
“Well, like Steven said, if I’m going to be miserable, I might as well make some money!”
“Hey, you’re cooler about this than I thought you would,” Markus said.
“If I wasn’t pregnant and desperate to get these kids out, I wouldn’t be,” she said. “Now, tell me, how high is the bet?”
“Forty,” he responded casually.
“Forty?!” Y/n screeched. “C’mon I’m worth more than that!”
“It’s all I’ve got in my purse,” Jackie responded bitterly. “Unless you have more money.”
“I know Hyde does,” Kelso smirked.
Hyde glared at him. “Drop it before I drop you.”
                                          The Next Day…
“C’mon, babies, just stay in there until after tonight,” Eric encouraged, talking to his sister’s belly.
“You know that’s not how that works,” she responded, laughing at him.
“They can still hear right? Maybe they will listen.”
“Yeah, in your dreams, Forman,” Hyde said as he sat next to his wife on the couch.
“Come on, babies, if you wait to come out and let Daddy go to the concert with Uncle Eric, I promise I’ll give you whatever you want.”
Y/n couldn’t help but chuckle. “I don’t think they’re coming out anytime soon. You guys can go to the concert tonight, it’s fine.”
“YES!” Eric cheered.
“You sure?” Hyde asked genuinely and turned to her. “What if you go into labor while I’m gone?”
“I still have my parents here and Markus said he’ll be a phone call away if I need him,” she reassured him.
Hyde made a face at her. “I don’t know how I feel about this new guy helping you.”
“Would you rather it be Fez or Kelso?”
He smacked his lips in thought. “Good point.”
“Besides, I think it’ll be nice to just be me tonight,” she continued. “I can finally start that book I’ve wanting to read.”
“Vogue Magazine isn’t a book,” Eric reminded.
“Neither are comics,” she snapped back.
“Then why are they called comic books?” he shot back.
Y/n sighed. “Either way, I’m looking forward to finally getting some alone time.”
“As long you’re okay with it. And I won’t be out long,” Hyde promised.
“Okay,” Y/n said, smiling at him and kissed him. “I’m going to go take a nap. Wake me up before you leave.”
Hyde nodded as he helped her off the couch. Just as she did, she clutched her stomach, hissing sharply.
“Oh!” she yelped, bending over.
“Oh, my God! Y/n!” Hyde reacted quickly, reaching for her so she didn’t stumble forward.
“Y/n, are you okay?!” Eric asked her with wide eyes.
“Yeah, just kidding,” she giggled and walked upstairs.
The two young men let out a breath of relief and glared at her as she walked up the stairs.
“Sometimes, I really, really don’t like her,” Eric griped.
                                             --Time Skip—
“Y/n, I’m leaving!” Steven said as he gathered his wallet, keys, and tickets together.
“I’m coming,” she called out as she waddled down the stairs.
He met her at the bottom of the stairs and placed his hands on her hips, leaning down to kiss her. “You sure you’re okay with this?”
“More than,” she said, grinning. “You go and have a great time, okay?”
“I will. I left the number for you on the counter to the venue in case anything happens.”
“Look at you, being all worried and responsible,” she teased.
He chuckled and kissed her gently. “I love you. I’m serious—call.”
“I will,” she said and hugged him. “I love you. Have fun.”
“Will you stop making out with my sister and get in the car?” Eric asked impatiently. “Led Zepplin isn’t going to wait for us.”
“Shut up, Forman,” Hyde said and turned to Y/n once more. “Try to not have those babies until I get back.”
“I will definitely try,” she replied sweetly before giving him one more kiss. “Now, go. Enjoy the concert. Oh! Wait there for a moment.” She ran back to the kitchen before returning to the front door with a camera in her hand. “Take some pictures for me.”
Hyde held the large polaroid camera in his hand and looked at his wife. “You want me to take pictures the whole time?”
She nodded innocently. “Yeah!”
“No,” he deadpanned and set the camera on the couch.
“What? Why?!”
“I’m going to be busy rocking and rolling, not taking pictures of the band.”
“Steven, please! Just because I can’t be there doesn’t mean I don’t want pictures!”
“Yeah, that’s a lot of pictures that I don’t want to take and have to keep track of. No, thanks.”
“Why’re you being so stubborn?”
“Hey, if you wanted to see Led Zepplin, you should be going,” Eric piped up from behind them.
“You literally bought tickets for everyone but me,” she snipped.
“Correction: I bought them for me, you, Hyde, and Donna. Kelso bought tickets for him and Hyde,”
“But…Jackie’s not going, what're you doing with that extra ticket?” Y/n inquired.
“Yeah…he thought he was going to be able to score with her, but then she met Markus and quite frankly, I think Kelso is afraid of him. So, he’s bringing Fez,” Eric answered.
“I’m not even going to question that,” she said and turned back to her husband. “You be careful and have fun. But not too much fun!”
“Alright, cool, let’s go!” Eric pushed and shoved Hyde out the door.
“What the hell, man?” Hyde asked outside the door.
“We still have to pick up Kelso and Fez and I’d rather not be later because you couldn’t stop being mushy with my sister,” Eric responded and closed the door before Y/n could hear what Hyde had to say.
Y/n looked down to her stomach and held it between her hands. “Well, guys, it looks like it’s just us. What do you guys want to do? We can watch TV, read a book…eat a tub of ice cream?” A kick to the stomach confirmed her question. “Ice cream it is!”
                                         Later that night…
Y/n sat on the couch in the living room watching a rerun of Three’s Company when the doorbell rang. When she answered the door, Jackie and Markus stood there.
“What’re you guys doing here?” Y/n asked them.
“Well, we know you’re by yourself tonight so we figured you’d like some company,” Markus said with a bright smile and held up a Fatso Burger bag. “We also brought food.”
“Well, I wouldn’t put it that nicely, but yeah same,” Jackie said and welcomed herself in.
“Oh, uh, well thanks,” Y/n said and closed the door. “You guys don’t have to be here. My parents are home and if anything happens, they’ll be here.”
“Nonsense. We’re your friends,” Markus said and sat down on the couch. “Besides, we figured you were hungry.”
“Always,” Y/n said and waddled over to the couch. “This was really nice of you. Thank you.”
“Not a problem,” Markus said, smiling and handing her a wrapped burger. “What’re we watching?”
“Three’s Company. It’s the one where Chrissy takes a freelance job as an X-rated writer for a fictional diary,” Y/n responded, watching the screen.
“Oh, that’s a good one,” Jackie said, digging into her fries.
After they had finished their meals and the episode ended, another one was starting soon as they all had settled back into the couch.
“No, no, no that’s ridiculous,” Markus argued. “Why would Doc Ock be Spider-Man’s greatest enemy? It’s always been Green Goblin!”
“The Green Goblin is Peter’s most famous enemy, but it makes sense that his greatest enemy is Doc Ock because think about it: Your mentor and friend turning bad? Can you imagine the betrayal?” Y/n countered.
“But Green Goblin was his best friend’s dad! That also has to mean something! Then, once his dad died, his best friend became the Green Goblin!”
“Yeah, that would mean something if Harry hadn’t tried to kill Peter first!”
“To be fair, Harry didn’t know about Spider-Man’s identity until later.”
“And to be fair, this conversation is killing me,” Jackie piped up, bored.
“Yeah, but—” Y/n was cut off by an abrupt sharp pain down in her lower abdomen. Her hands flew to her stomach and held her breath as the pain radiated and quickly subsided. She let out a sigh of relief.
Markus and Jackie sat up straight as Markus’s hands hovered over Y/n. “A-are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Y/n responded, breathlessly. “That was weird. Anyway, as I was saying—OH!”
Another sharp pain reared its ugly head, radiating through her pelvis to her back and down her legs. “Oh, my God!” Her grip on the couch tightened, knuckles turning white. She could feel her abdomen tighten rock-hard as she felt the pain become more intense.
“Y/n, what’s wrong?” Jackie asked.
Y/n couldn’t respond and could only whimper.
“Oh, my God,” Markus said, panicking and jumped from the couch. “Oh, my God! Not now!”
All Y/n could do was shake her head as the pain was starting to subside to the point where she could get some words out. “No, no, it can’t be. It can take a while for the babies to get here. It could just be the beginning stages.”
“The beginning stages of what?” Jackie asked.
Markus looked at her with a panicked and wild look in his eyes. “Are you serious?!”
“What?!” she asked, matching his energy.
“She’s in labor, Jackie!”
“Oh,” Jackie said calmly, but then it hit her. “OH!”
“We need to get you to the hospital,” Markus said, rushing to get her up from the couch.
“That’s not necessary,” Y/n said, another sharp pressure coming on as she stood. “The book said contractions need to be five to ten minutes apart before going to the hospital. Labor can take a while.”
Markus sighed a small breath of relief before looking down and his eyes widening. “And what does the book say about that?”
Y/n looked down on the floor at her feet as she felt some wetness.
                                          Her water had broke.
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DEAD FRIEND FOREVER (another long rant lol)
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I had seen a post that said the worst trope in shows is when they take a deeply traumatized character and kill them off for shock value even when they were fighting so hard to get their happy ending they could almost taste it.
It made me think of Non because he has been through absolute hell with almost no one to save him. You can bring up Tee trying to help but like Non said Tee should be doing that for getting him into this situation. Tee doesn’t deserves applause in my opinion for trying to help because even if he didn’t get Non stuck in that business he still bullied him outside of that.
Leading up to my point here being that if they kill off Non in the very last episode I will feel the flames of hell licking at my ankles from so much rage.
I’ve seen absolutely no progress with killing any of Non’s bullies and it pisses me off. I know it didn’t happen right away because they need to build up the story first. But we’re down to episode 11 and no one has been killed off except Por.
Now the one thing that has been enraging me the most in this show is Phee and Jin. I’ve come to hate their characters more than everyone else.
The rest of the group are fucked up to Non but they don’t try to hide what shitty people they are. The disgust, anger, and just hateful behavior for Non whether he is in the room or not has never wavered. However Jin and Phee act like they are so innocent when it comes to being complicit in Non’s suffering.
Jin may have been nice to Non for the short time he knew him but did absolutely nothing to shield him from being harassed. I do wonder if Jin would be as nice as he was if he didn’t have a crush on Non, which brings me to my next point.
Jin so easily turned his back on Non when he saw him and teacher Keng together. Getting so angry that Non didn’t like him back so he posts a clip all over school of Non getting fucked by his teacher. It was such a low ball move and he needs to have his ass beat for it.
Phee obviously never bullied Non so why do I hate him so much? It’s the way he has handled everything starting from finding out about Non & Keng all the way up to current events in the show. I can maybe understand the initial reaction to Non sleeping with Keng (minus telling Non to disappear and die) but at some point how did you not put that pieces together that your boyfriend was groomed by his teacher?
Next point is Phee being absolutely no help at all when it came to getting revenge for Non. I already knew Tan/New was the only one I would be relying on to help Non. Phee really couldn’t keep it in his pants long enough until he eventually slept with Jin. We all knew that was going to happen but it just blows my mind he so easily slept with a guy who ruined Non’s life. I don’t care if he said it was to “get information out of Jin” because it’s was such a bs excuse.
Next on the list is Phee exposing the entire plan to Jin because unfortunately he likes that bastard but moving on. Jin then confesses that he was the one to leak the video clip of Non all over school and Phee istg barely looks angry. The most was him getting up and banging his fist on the wall but other than that I’m pretty sure his anger lasted a good 5 seconds.
This is why I can’t take Phee seriously when he claims to love Non because why aren’t you more enraged finding out Jin was the one who ruined your boyfriend’s life? You should be getting in Jin’s face demanding he get on his knees and apologize but instead you did nothing. In the words of Haymitch Abernathy “You could live 100 lifetimes and never deserve that boy.” because Phee truly does not deserve to love Non at all and I’m glad they broke up.
Jin and Phee make it back to the house being very quick to snitch on Tan to everyone about the plan. The thing that irritates me most about that scene is Jin acting so high and mighty like he’s not in the wrong for what he did and making Tan look like the bad guy here for wanting to get revenge for Non. I wanted to smack him in the face so bad there. Phee and Jin truly deserve each other because they are both insecure useless snitches who have never protected Non the way they should have.
Okay final notes here (I say 50 paragraphs later lol) is when Tan is telling Phee to shoot everyone and he’s hesitating. He then says he just wants to know the truth about what happened to Non. That’s it? Are you gonna interview them one by one and just let them go on their merry way after? Seriously why are you even here Phee if you’re going to be useless dead weight on this mission.
Circling back to my main concern for this show is are they going to have Non go thru all that trauma and just not do anything or worse case scenario being they kill him off. That’s really all I care about at this point because if they make the rest about Jin and Phee I’ll be so annoyed.
I also wonder if they’re gonna reveal White to be hiding something or if he’ll be innocent till the very end because he truly is the only character who has no inclusion or cause to Non’s suffering. So that’ll be interesting to see in the final episode.
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