#they all spend time together at school every day while still nobody talks to him bc of his different school

[plushiehamuko]

yeah no yusuke and shiho are actually best friends. it just wasn't mentioned bc it wasn't relevant to the plot

#squishy talks too much #squishy plays p5r #i keep using this tag even tho i'm not playing it anymore #anyways #NO BC THEY HAVE SO MUCH ROOM FOR BEST FRIENDSHIP #i think yusuke should teach shiho to make vent art #she could use a coping mechanism after having gone through so much and it'd be such a nice bonding moment for them #also yusuke uniquely understands being lonely at school #bc even after he befriends the phantom thieves #they all spend time together at school every day while still nobody talks to him bc of his different school #so shiho getting thrown into a school where she doesn't know anyone and feeling isolated #is something he can relate to more than anyone #also it's implied that shiho has good parents and yusuke could really use a parental figure in his life #i think they should literally just basically adopt him #shiho just dragging him back to her parents like. heyyyy so i got you guys a son #LIKE DO YOU SEE MY VISION HERE #they are literally everything i will eat drywall #about yusuke <3 #about shiho <3

[rayaswrittings]

I just want to feel

Pairing: Colby Brock x Fem!best friend!reader

Summary: your best friends, Sam and Colby, ask you to be in one of their Q&A videos, but there’s alcohol involved… a lot of it.

Warning(s): SMUT! Mature Language, mature themes, kissing, alcohol, unprotected p in v, Friends to lovers trope :)), choking etc.

This is a long writing so I’m sorry for mistakes!

“Are you sure I should be in the video? I mean, your fans barely know about me” You ask for a final time as Sam leads you to the living room, his recording camera already set up in front of the couch where Colby had been sitting. The two of them were wearing all black so you did too, a black off the shoulder sweater that was old. It was one of the main things you’d leave at Sam and Colby’s in case you ever crashed for the night.

While most people would kill to be in their videos, you never really saw the point. You were somewhat camera shy and a complete nobody. Why would anyone care to see you on the screen? Not to mention all the random internet ships that come with it all. You grew up with Sam, which means you ultimately grew up with Colby as soon as they met. You were only a teenager and now that your adults, you stay at theirs from time to time when your out with friends and get wasted at a party.

Colby would always come and get you from them.

“Our fans will love you. Just be honest and chill, okay?” Sam nods toward Colby and you walk past him to sit next to the dark haired boy, his strong cologne filling your nose.

“Don’t be nervous, at least we have alcohol” Colby’s comment made a small laugh escape from your lips, and you shook your head at his playful smirk. He was right. Alcohol always calmed you down and made your anxiety a little bit less of what it usually was.

You watch the blonde lean forward to turn on the camera and Colby does the same, although you sit back and watch them do their intro. You’d only been in a few other videos of there’s as a small guest but they always made it known to their fans who you were. After all, you all basically started off nobody’s together.

You remember the last morning you had left for school with Sam in freshman year. It was the last day you’d left alone with him for the rest of high school. Your parents were close to each other so you and Sam had practically known each other for most of your lives, but that day, when he met Colby, it wasn’t just the two of you anymore.

The three of you would take the bus together every morning and walk home every afternoon, spending almost every second in between still with one another. It was perfect. Your group was so refreshing, it felt so right.

Your first argument was when you were in junior year, at a party you knew you shouldn’t of been at.

At the time, you’d been talking to this senior, James. He was the captain of your schools swim team and fairly muscular for his 17 years of age. That night at the party was the first time you’d really done anything, he kept handing you shots and like an idiot, you took them. Looking back on it now, you know it could’ve been avoided, but you also trusted the boy you liked. You truly wanted to just fit in with his friends.

That was until he tried to to undo your crochet top in the middle of the dance floor, whispering dirty nothings into your ear that made you feel disgusting.

When you told him off, he got angry with you, grabbing your arm and trying to pull you away so he could get you alone. People were starting to stare and you were starting to get embarrassed, like you were some random slut he’d been taking upstairs.

But then he was ripped away from you, and in only a matter of seconds, Sam’s hand was laid on the small of your back, checking you for bruises the boy might’ve given you. He was trying to talk to you, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the chaos on the floor.

“Colby, get off of him!” You scream, noticing the blood coming from James’s face. Colby was on top of him, punching him the hardest you’d ever seen anyone punch, not sparing him anything. Sam held you back when you tried to get close, they saw what he did to you and there was no way in hell they’d let it slide.

The sound of police sirens fill the street and everyone is quickly running out of the house, and finally Colby stands up. He wipes his now busted lip before looking back at his two friends, but you couldn’t take your eyes off the bloody mess laid on the floor.

You hated blood.

“Y/N-“ you push yourself off Sam and past Colby, looking out the window to watch the police cars pull in front of the house. It looked like a murder scene, and you were so in shock you couldn’t even think straight. “Y/N, we have to go” Colby tries to grab your arm but you quickly pull it away, and now he’s able to see the tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Get out of here!” You can hear the officers radio the closer they get, and all you could think about was getting Sam and Colby out of there. “Go! Please just go!” Your pleading words make it almost impossible to not listen, and with only a few more seconds, your friends were gone.

That was the day you realized the severity of your friendship— or at least you and Colby’s friendship. The fact that all of you would do anything for each other, whether that was beating up an abuser, or putting your life on the line for the other person.

Ever since then, you and Colby had this undeniable tension between the two of you. It was weird, like something you couldn’t figure out. It was only made purely visible that night.

You’d never even kissed Colby, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about it sometimes. Your usually able to hide it, your desire for the boy, except when your at parties.

Whenever you drink, it’s like everything has to come out the way you think it. Nothing like liquid courage, huh? That’s the exact reason you didn’t want to do the video.

You never stopped thinking about that night.

“Y/N?” You blinked at the touch against your arm, and Colby was looking at you with a slight confusion on his face. “You okay?” You notice the camera’s recording light and nod, sitting up with a smile. “I think it’s time to get drunk, huh?” He nudged you and you nod with a laugh “first question!”

One of your other friends was there reading the questions for you, and even though you thought you’d start off light, she did not give you a break.

“What’s the worst doing the dirty experience you’ve had?” Sam and Colby stare at each other for a second until one of them laughs, shaking their head with the dumbest response. Sam, of course makes a joke out of it but Colby has no shame in what he says, as always.

“One time I had a girl use a lot of teeth, and uh… we never talked again. It was very awkward” Sam hisses at the statement, which makes you laugh too. “What about you, Y/N?” Colby turns to you and your face almost turns red from the sudden eyes on you. Everyone in the room and the camera was waiting on you now.

“Uh… I guess the last time I was talking to a guy. I had to fake the whole thing and he finished quick so it just felt so awkward and it was silent the rest of the night” Colby and Sam raise their eyebrows at you but are laughing at the same time. They knew who you were talking about.

“Colby, why do you post with girls on social media and never tell the fans what’s going on?” The question takes all of you by surprise and Colby’s eyes go wide. That was exactly what happened with you and why you didn’t want to be on the channel that much anymore.

“Umm…” He laughs nervously, looking over at you for a split second. “Because sometimes, I don’t know what’s going on, alright? I’m just posting the post and maybe it turns into something or maybe it doesn’t?”

“It’s not like their your girlfriend” Sam interjects and Colby nods agreeably.

“Let’s just say if I had a girlfriend, you guys would know” After you guys are done with that question, your kind of sitting back and watching the two answer at that point. Except they had to drink once so you did too, now you were all one shot in.

“Colby, why do you have a pair of handcuffs in your room?” Everyone’s face is in shock in the room as they look at Colby, waiting for his answer. He laughs nervously again, looking over at same with wide eyes before sitting up.

“I uh… you know I-“

“Might have to drink on that one, huh?” You tease and he rolls his eyes at your words with a laugh, closing the alcohol bottle he was about to open.

“No, no. I um… I use them for personal fun. Yeah, that’s-“

“What the fuck does that mean” You and Sam burst out laughing but your friend shakes her head. “Judge says no. Drink!” Sam hands him the bottle and Colby’s face is now turning a slight red. A tint only you could see because of how close you were.

“I’ve used them for sexual fun” He says just as he’s about to pour the shot, but your friend rolls her eyes and nods that he doesn’t have to drink.

“That was luck” Colby nudges your arm and shrugs, that annoying smirk of his only making you laugh.

“Name two dirty kinks you have” The girl reads and all three of you are wide eyeing the camera. Sam curses under his breath and Colby is still in shock. It was still so early in the game, already?

“Wait, I’m not answering that. I already said one, right?” Sam agrees to Colby but the judge shakes her head. “Just one more then? I already day said one!”

“You go first, Y/N” Sam cuts off his clearly pressured friend and they both turn to you, but your face is an even deeper red then Colby’s now.

“Um… I don’t—I mean it’s been a long time so I don’t really know…”

“Oh come on, Everyone has them” Colby teases and you glare at him, letting out a sigh as you sat back on the couch.

Apart of you was afraid to tell them, because you’d never really been that open with them about sexual preferences. Sam wasn’t the one you were worried about, him and Katrina were perfectly locked in with each other and you knew whatever you said didn’t matter.

But with Colby, there was always this unspoken tension between the two of you. One you tried to ignore but always failed terribly when you’d see him make out with another girl. You were afraid he’d see right through you if you answered the question, and if there was one thing you couldn’t ignore,

It was the way he’d look at you.

“I think… I think choking is attractive, but like not too aggressively, you know?”

“So your submissive?” Colby’s words go through your ear and straight down. He was clearly trying to get to you with that question, and there it was again.

The tension between the two of you.

“Sometimes” You try to cover it up but you can feel his eyes piercing right through you, his smirk showing the small of his pearly white teeth that always made you blush. “What about you then, hmm? Mr. Talk shit” You push his face and the two of them laugh, but Colby is no longer embarrassed to say it.

“I like to be Dominant” He says to the camera and Sam blows air from his mouth, shake his head in disbelief. Colby isn’t looking at you on purpose. Oh god, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

You lean back on the couch, scratching your nose to try and hide your burning hot cheeks from everyone’s eyes. It was like he was doing it on purpose. He was so clearly teasing you.

And you wished it wasn’t working, but it’s been so long that it’s impossible for your stomach not to twist into multiple knots.

Or at least that’s the excuse you gave yourself.

After many more questions and many more drinks, the alcohol started to take a toll on all three of you already. You had only had three shots and even the camera was hard to focus on. Sam and Colby’s eyes had been getting red but yours were harder to see because of your eyelashes.

“Who do you think is the most attractive clubhouse member besides Kat” Colby and your own eyes go wide and you both stare at Sam. Obviously he couldn’t answer that, but neither could you, right?

“None! Sorry, gotta drink to that. Can’t answer cause it ain’t true” Sam sasses the camera while opening the bottle. Colby laughs, both of you applauding your friend.

“Yeah, I’m gonna drink to that one as well” Colby reaches down to grab the other bottle from the floor, pouring it into his shot glass. “I can’t answer that, but I do have someone in mind” he cheers to the camera and his words alone make your stomach twist once again. It definitely wasn’t you, but saying something like that… after the other questions..

“What about you, Y/N?” The girl asks as the boys down their own shots. She raises an eyebrow, “might as well give us something here, right?” As much as you wanted to decline and run away embarrassed, you could feel the liquid courage increasing.

The way everyone looked at you, they all knew who it was. You leaned back with a huff, you could feel Colby’s eyes on you the entire time you were stalling, but when you looked at him, his eyes pierced through you.

“I think… I think I’ll drink too” Sam and Colby boo at you when you pour the shot. You couldn’t do it. He didn’t either so that must mean he doesn’t… feel the same, Right?

“I can’t even see the camera anymore, dude” Sam laughs at Colby’s words. Sam has more shots then the two of you so you’d imagine he’d be the one saying it, but of course it was Colby.

Maybe that’s why he was looking at you like that..

Towards the end of the video, all three of you were pretty drunk. Sam was the least, you were in the middle, and Colby… Jesus. Colby was so drunk.

“Fuck, man” Colby lays his head on the end table for just a second, you could tell his head was spinning. You rub his back, his body temperature is very warm. You look over to Sam and nod toward the camera, and Sam immediately understands.

“Maybe we should take a small break?”

“Where are you going?” You ask Sam, watching him put on his jacket and grab his keys. You finished the video about 30 minutes ago and Colby was on the couch watching tv, while you had just changed into night clothes which really were only comfy shorts and a crop top like usual.

“I have to go stay at Kat’s tonight. We’re heading to her parents tomorrow morning” You hum, pouring a glass of water for yourself and one for Colby. You had forgotten Sam was going away for a few days. “Try not to have too much fun while I’m gone” You stop and look at him with slightly furrowed brows, but he’s just raising his eyebrows with a shrug, leaving you with the confusion of his statement.

He doesn’t… he can’t know, right? You weren’t that obvious.

“Water?” Your voice is enough to catch Colby’s attention from the tv. He was watching some random scary movie it looked like but you’d never seen it so you weren’t completely sure. You hand him the water and take a seat next to him, leaving a gap between the two of you. You had thought the tension would be gone by now but it clearly wasn’t, you could only hope it was just your overthinking.

“What’s up with you? You were being weird the whole video” His question makes you somewhat relieved. Maybe he didn’t suspect anything, maybe it really was all just in your own head—but how were you meant to explain you couldn’t focus because of how badly you wanted him. Even now, he was leaned back on the couch, his hair messy from running his hands through it and his tattoos on full display for you to look at. Jesus, it felt like torture.

Why did you have to get drunk?

“I just didn’t feel good” You shrug, looking over at the tv and tilting the glass of water toward your lips. You can feel his eyes on you, waiting for you to give him a real answer but he doesn’t push you. He only takes a sip of his water, turning back to the movie.

“Are you going home tonight?” You glance at the clock, it’s already 11. Should you? You have a room here, you didn’t really need to.

But did he want you to?

“I was planning on staying but if you don’t want me to-“

“I want you to stay” Your stomach twists, with excitement and somewhat nervousness at the same time. He was being direct but he wasn’t even looking at you. You wanted to stay and watch the movie with him, but the more you looked at him, the more the drunken side of you just wanted to kiss him.

You wanted him.

“Come here” You hesitate for a few seconds before placing your drink back on the glass table in front of you, moving to sit closer to the boy. His arm was laid on the back of the couch and he opens the blanket he’d been using to you. He wanted you close.

Your practically curled next to him by the middle of the movie, head laid in the crook of his neck and your legs sitting on top of his own. Not much had been said all movie, but Colby was getting more and more touchy as it went on.

His fingers traced shapes on your bare legs under the blanket, the cold metal of his rings sometimes brushing against your skin. He made it seem so normal, like it was an every day thing the two of you did together.

But this only made you so much hornier.

His scent radiates from his neck, and it was almost as if you wanted to kiss his neck right then and there. It was so alluring—He was so alluring to you.

And he knew it.

“Do you want to tell me why you were really acting weird today?” He asks again, looking down at the tent his hand made under the blanket while he caressed your leg.

You bite your bottom lip, looking at the blanket as well. You could feel the tingling feeling between your legs as his hand touched you farther, as if he had been testing the waters before actually saying anything.

“Colby…” You can’t help but pull your legs even closer together, and that alone is all he needed to tell him how you felt. “Not everything needs an explanation. It’s just… complicated”

“Complicated, huh?” He hums sarcastically, in a knowing form. You bite your lip as you watch him rub his temple, frustration radiating off of him. “You know, For the longest time, I tried to let this whole thing go out of respect for you, Y/N” He mumbled, his voice low and husky with passion. God, he sounded so hot. Even if he was upset, you just couldn’t help yourself. “I always thought it would be you and Sam” He lets out a huffed chuckle, still keeping his eyes on his lap. “But I want it to be me”

What?

No. He isn’t… he doesn’t mean what you think, right? Colby Brock isn’t confessing his feelings for you, right?

“Colby, what’s wrong with you?” His body tenses when you ask that stupid question. What’s wrong with him? Like you didn’t know.

“What’s wrong with me? What about you?” He finally turns his head to look at you, his drunken, sad and very horny eyes staring lasers into yours. “You can’t seriously sit here and believe yourself when you ask me that question” You couldn’t think. You didn’t even move for awhile because of your lack of words or thoughts for that matter. You wanted to give in, but you were also so terrified of if it wasn’t real.

“Colby, I’m not the person you want. Trust me, you will figure that out soon enough” He scoffs as you get off the couch, trying to at least relieve some of the tension between the two of you. Colby was so tired of waiting, but you were just too scared.

“How do you know what I want? You’ve barely spoke to me the past few weeks!” The boy calls after you when your walking away from the couch, his voice only makes you stop. “You’ve been weird for weeks, Y/N. Don’t ask me what’s wrong with me when you can’t even tell me how you feel”

“Colby, I don’t know how I feel!” You turn around with frustration, staring at the back of his head. He was still sat on the couch, and part of you hoped he stayed there—but another part wanted him to go after you. “I haven’t just been distant because of you-“

“That’s such bullshit and you know it” He stands, turning to look at you. You were far too drunk for this. You could feel the unnecessary tears already filling your eyes, you didn’t want to argue with him. “Look me in my eyes and tell me that—then I’ll let it go��

“Can we please just talk about this tomorrow-“

“You know what I think? I think your just scared of feeling weak. Your scared of letting someone in, Y/N. And the past few weeks we’ve been getting closer than before, that’s why your distant now. That’s your biggest weakness” Colby scoffs, grabbing his jacket off the couch and slipping it on with ease. You furrow your eyebrows as he walks toward you, and past you.

You grab his arm, “Colby, your drunk. Don’t go out, Please” he’s avoiding your eyes but you can see the chisel on his jaw, clenching with what you thought had been anger. “I don’t know how to do this, Colby. I… I can’t even bring myself to say the words I want to say to you” He tears his arm away from you, snatching his keys from the countertop. No. You couldn’t let it end like that—not when you have so much to say. “Okay, fine!”

“You want the truth, Colby? For years all I felt for you for you, all in silence because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship with Sam and Each other. I watched you with other girls since we were juniors! I couldn’t stand you, but yet I also couldn’t stand to be without you. Everywhere I go, I always want you with me—and when i’d see you with other girls, it would make me feel stupid, like my feelings meant nothing to you even if you didn’t know”

“How was I supposed to tell you that? How was I supposed to tell you that even after everything that’s happened, I still can’t stop loving you!” Your confession slips like words of anger said in an heated argument. Colby still wasn’t looking at you, which only made your heart ache even worse. You just poured your heart out to him—couldn’t he at least look at you?

“When you got put in the hospital during senior year, I was there every fucking second with you! I cried, Colby! I was a mess for days, and Sam was the one who had to juggle the two of us!” You remembered that day like it was yesterday. The day you’d gotten into a huge argument with Sam about your feelings for Colby. Sam always knew of both your feelings, but he didn’t say anything to the other. If you were going to admit, it had to be to each other. “I’m usually so good at hiding how I feel, but I’m getting so tired of it. The Same repeating cycle I just-“

“Why didn’t you just tell me, Y/N. Why didn’t you-“

“Are you serious? After all those talks we had about you not caring for a relationship and not wanting a future with someone? You were practically telling me no! I wanted to tell you but then you started going to parties more and kissing girls and-“

“Y/N”

“It hurt me, Colby. That’s why I didn’t tell you. It would physically hurt my chest to see you kiss another girl after flirting with me for DAYS. You played with my head and I know I played with yours too but-“

“Y/N, I’m-“

“No matter how hard I try or how many guys I find, there’s nothing for me. I can’t… I can’t move past you and it fucking sucks” You hadn’t even realized he moved until you were done talking. He was close now—close enough to hear his breathing if you’d been quiet enough. Your heart shatters with every passing moment that’s goes silent. You knew you couldn’t be the same after this, so you begged in your mind for him to say something.

Only he didn’t say anything, and for a moment you actually thought he’d leave you there alone.

But you two were meant to love each other, Remember?

A silent moan escapes your mouth as he crashes his lips into your own, the sound muffled by his. The kiss is filled with so much passion it could make one’s heart explode if you weren’t too careful, it felt like the two of you had been waiting years to do this.

Which you were.



After the first kiss, the two of you didn’t waste any time. Colby pulled you up, your legs wrapping around him as you continued to make out with the dark haired boy. His large hands cupped your ass, and soon enough you felt your back hit the cold wall. One of your hands were laid on the side of his neck while the other held the back of his hair, tugging on it slightly.

It had only been a few seconds ago you were sitting watching a movie—how in the hell did you both get here so quick?

He carried you to the couch, sitting down so you could straddle his lap instead of holding yourself up against his waist.

His hands release your ass and move up your back, slipping under your shirt to unclip your bra.

Colby smirks against your lips and removes his hand from your shirt, lifting your chin to pull away from the kiss. “Dirty girl” You hum as his lips attach to your neck, his comment making you all the more wet then you already were. You didn’t put a bra on—and Colby seemed to have really liked that you didn’t. “You make such pretty sounds—wish I could’ve heard them sooner”

You can feel the hardness under you, and the more you grind on him, the more you can feel his grip on you tighten. It didn’t hurt—it just turned you on even more.

“Colby, Please” You plead breathlessly. You wanted him to do more then just kiss your neck. You wanted him to take you to his room, to do everything he’d do to someone else. “You don’t have to be gentle with me” you tug his hair gently, meeting his lust filled eyes. You were desperate for him and you didn’t care, you’d waited since junior year to have your way with him—to have him want you.

“I’ll leave marks all over you, Y/N” he says in a slightly warning tone as if he didn’t want to completely destroy you in that moment, but you shake your head, grabbing his hand that slipped to the waistband of your sleeper shorts.

“I just want to feel something” You say in a tone he’d never heard you in before, one that made him want you even worse then before. You slip your hand off his own and place it on his chiseled chest, feeling the crease of his abs all the way down until you reached his belt. You wanted him, you just wanted him to know that. “I want to feel you, Colby. I want you”

“You want me to treat you like everyone else?” You hesitate but nod after a few seconds, slipping off his lap to stand to your feet. He stands in front of you, his height making a clear difference above you. His expression hadn’t changed yet, he was so hard to read. “I won’t do that, Y/N” Before you could say anything, he was already picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist again, crashing his lips back into yours as he made his way to his room.

This man… you didn’t know how to describe the feeling you had when he kissed you, but it was unlike anything you’d ever felt before. He was so different from everyone else you’d been with, and you didn’t know why.

You did. Deep down you knew why he made you feel the way he did. Colby was the only guy you truly wanted. Even when you had a boyfriend, you still wanted him instead.

He drops you onto his bed, removing his black wife beater and throwing it to the side, revealing his tattooed body you’ve grown to love looking at. He looked so good in this lighting, and the way his hair fell messy over his forehead—you couldn’t stop your thoughts from running wild.

“I want you, Y/N. I need to know I have all of you—that your only for me” You pick your head up to look at him briefly, fingers playing with the string of his pants. “I won’t treat you like some random slut when your not”

The feeling of his fingertips brushing against your skin made you shiver, it made you feel as if this might’ve not been real, maybe a dream after all. But after seeing his face and feeling his hand stop just above your waistline, everything felt at ease.

“I’ve always been yours, Colby Brock” That was all he needed to hear, all he needed to give into you.

And soon enough, here you were again, pinned against the bed while Colby’s hands grip your waist, peppering sweet kisses against your neck. You almost couldn't hold it in.

Your hand slowly found its way to the back of his neck, running your fingers through his hair as his wandering hands went right under your shorts. You knew what you were doing with the outfit, and it only made him laugh just thinking about it.

“Please, Colby. I don’t want you to hold back… I want you to give me all of you” you were smirking to yourself, biting your nail like this was somewhat funny to you. Colby didn’t see the appeal, if he was going to fuck you, he was going to ruin you for anyone else.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/N” He tells you with a sharp tone, moving to place his hands against the beds cloth, closing you between him. You smirk, looking him up and down once before looking back to his face.

“I’m tired of waiting” The two of you laid there, staring at the other for what felt like forever until He finally gave in, cursing himself under his breath before he grabbed your neck to pull you into a rough kiss. Your body is flush against his as he completely explores your body with his hands. You could feel his growing erection, you could feel his hunger for your body like he felt yours.

“Colby” You mumble in a breathless moan. His lips remove from yours and move to your jaw, hungrily peppering wet kisses down it, all the way to your neck.

“You are so fucking hot, Jesus” He groans against your ear, placing soft kisses on your sensitive skin. Your moans are what encourage him the most. Hearing your sweet whimpers in his ear as he sucked on your neck felt like a dream. Believe god, he’d had that dream many, many times before.

“I’ve waited so long for this” Your breathless under him, gripping his hair between your small fingers. You could feel his cock pressing against you, begging for your tongue. It was big—he was so fucking big. It should’ve scared you but you were more intrigued, grinding your hips against his to gain some friction with the little time you had before he stopped your bratty movements.

“I know you have” He teases and you only roll your eyes, grabbing his hand that held you steady against him. You could feel his lips brushing your skin, he wanted to mark you, and you wanted him to. You wanted Colby Brock to let everyone know you were his.

“Nothings stopping me from walking out that door” You hum, holding his head and slightly pushing it down so his lips reattached to your neck. “I’ll find someone else—someone who hasn’t played with me for years” A grunt escapes his mouth as if he had been fighting with the feeling, shaking his head between your neck before meeting your eyes again; your bratty, untamed eyes.

“You’ve waited so long I thought? So long your body even reacts when I look at you” He’s so obviously joking and you love every second of it. Every word of degradation is like music to your ears, like a forbidden kink you didn’t know you had. “This is what you wanted, huh? All those looks you’d give me after I’d make out with randoms—you were so jealous, Sweetheart” Your ears are perking at his every word but your eyes were filled with annoyance. Colby knew now so why would you hide it? Hide your jealousy? “All those times, you could’ve just told me you wanted me and I would’ve given it all to you. Nobody else”

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling you closer to his body then before with a smirk, shrugging your shoulders. “That doesn’t matter. I have you now” His eyes. Oh god, his eyes were so hungry. At first you didn’t know what to think but it only took you a few seconds to realize once his large arms were wrapped around your thighs, pulling your body close to him.

His chin sat against your stomach, staring up at you like he had been waiting for you to say something. But you didn’t know what he was planning until his thumb was ghosting around your clothed clit, that same smirk pulling at his lips as he watched you.

He slips your shorts off with ease, along with your black lace underwear, tossing them both to the side.

“Fuck” You breath heavily, leaning your head back against the sheets, not even realizing the boy under you was now fully under you. “S-shit!” Your hand fell clasp over your mouth to silence your moan, eyes falling back on him under you. Except now, his face was pressed into your dripping wet cunt, and his fingers teased what his mouth didn’t. “Fucking hell, Colby” You mumble under your unsteady breath, trying your hardest not to moan because he had just started and you didn’t want to seem weak.

But holy shit, this boy knew how to use his tongue.

Your hand fell atop his head in hopes to gain some sort of stability but that quickly failed, given how badly he was attacking your clit. His mouth was warm against you and you already knew you’d come soon. It was like he knew your body inside and out.

“I know your not holding back on me, are you?” His words vibrate against your cunt making you jolt, thankful his arms held you down so you wouldn’t squirm. Colby was in pure bliss under you, relishing in your sweet taste that so effortlessly painted his tongue. You were wet, your cunt was begging for more even if you were a crying mess above him, like it finally found what it had been longing for.

“I can take it” He chuckles at your attempt at retaliation but still manages to one up you, slipping two of his large, slender fingers inside you. “C-Colby, let me-“

“No” He only uttered one word but it was enough to make you listen like a trained dog, allowing your legs to tremble against his face. You could’ve taken it had you been prepared, but it had been far too long before any guy had done this to you.

“You taste so fucking good, Y/N” His fingers curl against your spongy walls, pushing his tongue against your clit quickly as your moan’s increased. It was so clear you were already on edge, about to let go without it being over five minutes. You find your pride slipping from you in a matter of seconds, begging the man to let you come as your fingers tug his hair. You couldn’t hold on, your legs were far too weak.

“Please, please—Colby, please” His ears are perking as you moan his name, begging for him, moaning for him. Normally, he’d take his time with you but now? He needed to release all that tension between the two of you from years ago, he knew he couldn’t last much longer. He needed to be inside of you, and for that exact reason is why he only sped up under you. “G-gonna come..!”

Your mind tried to come up with some sort of reason as to how you got yourself here, How you got your best friend between your legs, and definitely how you were about to fully submit yourself to this boy while your true feelings for each other were unknown. He was thinking the same thing; how did he get so lucky to have you above him?

“Let go for me, Pretty girl” In only seconds, you’re coming undone above him, legs almost falling weak as they shook from your release, sending shivers throughout your entire body. Colby’s still torturing your body, pumping his fingers into you at a faster pace. It was clear, he was trying to kill you.

“Colby!” You cry, gripping his hair with a begging tone. You couldn’t take it much longer. You had to push him away. Finally, after what felt like forever, he removed his tongue from you, letting his fingers slip from inside you. His strong arms are the only thing that held your legs still, and you could see your release painted on his chin once he looked up at you. “Holy shit” You curse under your breath, chest heaving as he stood to his feet. You look at the large man above you, noticing once again how he towers over you.

He bites his lip, admiring your perfect body that had been on almost full display for him. He leans down when you notice how hard he is, lifting your chin with the hand he hadn’t used on you.

You watch through your eyelashes as he sucks his finger clean from your release, biting his lip with a silent chuckle at how lovingly you looked at him. You grab his hand, pulling it closer to you until his other finger was pressed against your lips—to which you copied his action from before, staring into his dark eyes as you did.

“Good girl” He knew you liked that. It was so obvious—the way your legs clench together at his praise. He pulls his hand away and moves it to your neck, pressing a soft but sloppy kiss to your lips. You could taste yourself from him, and God… it was so fucking hot.

Your hand feels his body effortlessly until you reach his aching print, a small smile pulling at your lips against him.

“Let me” You mumble breathlessly, placing your hand over his cock. You could feel how desperate he had been for you, how badly he wanted you in that moment. His hand wraps around your throat firmly, pulling your lips to crash back into his own. He was so rough and impatient—you loved it.

“I need you. Right here, Right now” His voice is deep and makes your skin shiver, the way his hands touch you so delicately but with control. His room was slightly dark, only lit by the strip of LED’s above his bed frame.

“I want to be yours, Colby. Make me yours, please” Your words make his and your own stomach twist into knots, he almost felt bad. He waited so long to make the move, afraid he misread the signs, but he’d never admit that. You allow your hands to travel down his bare abs, feeling every chisel between the pads of your fingertips. When you reach his belt, you’re quick to help him tug his pants off, watching him with the most admiration.

“After we do this, everything will change” He looks at you once more, both of your hands laid on the waistband of his underwear. You lay your free hand on the side of his neck and use the other to touch him lower—right where he wanted you the entire time.

His breath shutters at your bare touch, something he’s wanted for so long was finally right in front of him. You were all he wanted and he prayed you ensue him just as much.

“I love you, Colby. There’s no change in that” You tell him truthfully, watching his eyes soften just before you pulled his face down to kiss his lips. Except this kiss had much more

meaning—the kiss after you’d admit your feelings for one another.

He leans you down, closing you between his large body and his bed, your hand is still pressed into his print, but he’s already slipping his underwear off by the time you can notice.

Fuck. He was going to ruin you.

Your hands cup his face when his tip presses against your entrance, slick coating it by the second. You wanted him for so long, you didn’t care if it hurt at first.

You just wanted him.

From the moment he pushed inside of you, the only feeling you could endure was love. He was slow, gentle to help you get used to his size. The boy peppers kisses to your neck as he pushed further, comforting your slightly pained moans that slip from your lips without warning.

“Mmm” You let out a soft moan once his tip is past your entrance, the hard part was now over. You look at him with your lips parted, brushing your thumb over his bottom lip. He pushes your hair out of your face before kissing you, and you weren’t prepared for when he pushed into you fully with one snap of his hips.

Your toes curled and your nails dug into his skin desperately, the feeling was almost indescribable. You just felt… full.

“Oh my god” You moan against his lips, throwing your head back as he strokes you slowly, massaging your thigh. You looked so perfect like this, so pretty in this light. Your body was almost bare for him, and your body was welcoming him with open arms—he couldn’t get enough of you. “Colbs…Colby” one of your hands release his shoulder to grip the sheet underneath you, teeth catching your bottom lip between them.

“Starting to feel good?” He hums while you nod, moving his head down to your neck, placing sloppy kisses against it. His hips find a steady pace at first and gradually work their way up, starting deep, then fast to your skin. “God, you feel so good” one of his hands travels up your body until it reaches the shirt covering your upper half, just wanting to rip in off of you.

“Take it off, baby” Your breathless words are too late when he’s already slipping it off your now fully bare body, completely discarding it to the floor next to him. Jesus, you were so perfect.

“You are so beautiful, Y/N” He presses a kiss to your lips before moving down your body, trailing his wet tongue down until he reached your nipple. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, the curves of your body… you were practically made for him. A shuddered moan escapes your lips when he swirls his tongue around your hardened nipple, kneading the other with his free hand.

“Mmm!” Between the stokes of his hips and the sensations he brought to your skin, you couldn’t hold much in. You were sure you were being too loud but the two of you didn’t care. It was just you and him, nobody else.

His strong arms capture your thighs, pulling one of your legs to rest against his shoulder. “Colby! I can’t… oh my gosh” Your little voice is projecting off the walls of the empty room but you don’t care, only worried about the boy above you. Your head was still slightly spinning from the drinks you endured earlier that night and it only mixed with your horny mess of a body, begging Colby for more. “It’s so good… fuck! You’re so fucking good!”

“Look at you. Such a fucking mess under me. You needed me just as much as I needed you” He grabs the back of your head, pulling you up slightly so you were at an angle you couldn’t look away from him. His big eyes were burning holes into your own, hips rutting into you like he had something to prove.

Which he did.

“Gonna come…! Colby, I’m gonna come!” Your a whining mess under him and he loves every second of it, pushing his hips into you faster then before. Your small body was like a toy in his hand and you were at his every command, doing everything he said.

“Come for me. Want you to scream my name so the whole neighborhood knows who’s fucking you this good—so ever man knows your mine” You knew it was a bad idea but who were you to decline that request? You were already screaming as it was. “My dirty girl, Your so fucking hot like this”

“I’m coming! I’m—oh my god I-“ Your voice is cut off by your loud moan, leg shuttering against his shoulder as you felt your release threatening to push over. His tip was kissing your cervix repeatedly, and you knew you couldn’t last much longer. “Colby…!” You cry out, pressing your hand to his chest as if that was going to do anything. Your orgasm finally tipped, and you felt it hit you like a truck.

“That’s it, Baby. Good girl” His thumb rubs circles against your clit as he ruts into your harder, watching your liquid spurt from between the two of you. “My god, Y/N. So fucking good for me”

“Colby… please—Jesus-“

“You can whine all you want, but your body is calling mine for more. You want more” You grip his large arms until your knuckles turn white, scratching along his tanned skin. You curse at him, not wanting to hear his teasing any longer. “Fuck me? I’m only giving you what you want” You look at him with an angry look for a second before completely switching, a smirk pulling at your lips. Jesus, you were nasty, huh?

He pulls out of you all at once making you whine, not able to protest before he’s already flipping you over onto your stomach and pushing your ass in the air. You giggle, stretching your arms in front of you as you arch your back against him, begging him to forgive you. “I was only joking, Pretty boy” You hum, looking back at his face.

He doesn’t say anything and grabs your hips roughly, pulling you back onto his length that so easily slipped inside of you. Your eyes roll back almost instantly as he bottoms you out, pushing his cock as deep as he could reach inside you. “This is what you wanted? Then fucking take it” He growls against your ear, slamming himself into your harder than he had been before. You couldn’t even think straight, you were already so fucked out you didn’t even remember what it felt like to not be fucked.

“fuck! Right there! Please, Colby—fuck me right there!” Your begging voice is music to his ears, your hands gripping the ground under you as he pushed himself against you. “You’re so deep… so fucking good to me, baby” He hums, leaning against your body so you were entirely pressing against him, his tongue running along your skin. Once again, you could feel his sloppy kisses against your shoulder and your neck.

“Nobody can fuck you like I can, Pretty girl. Your mine. You’re all fucking mine, you hear me?” You cry out a yes, the sound of your skin slapping against each others being the only thing that could be heard. “That’s it, just like that, my love” He praises against your ear, holding your hips to press into his.

“Colby, I’m gonna come… oh my god” You whine into the sheet, feeling the pressure building up fast inside you. He’s a grunting mess above you so you knew he was close as well, he was only holding out for you. “Come with me. Please, don’t hold out on me”

The snap of his hips slow down the closer he gets, and now your body is flush against his own, rocking back and forth to his pace with his face buried in your neck.

“I fucking love you, Y/N. My girl, come for me and only me, yeah?” You moan at his words, throwing your head back against his chest as his fingers circle your sensitive clit. you couldn’t hold it anymore, and neither could he. “I’m right behind you”

Drunk sex always felt way too good but usually it was faster and much sweatier, this felt far too different. Even if your hips moved fast against his, it still felt like everything had been in slow motion. The way his hands held your delicate body in his embrace as he thrust his hips up to meet your own, how his lips parted in anticipation to kiss yours, Colby was so hungry for you—his body, was hungry for you.

“Colby… Colby!” His name rolls off your tongue in a beautiful moan. You can feel his slight hesitance but the eyes you give him are enough to tell him exactly what you wanted. You wanted all of him, just as you said.

“Fuck…!” He curses under his breath, your moans filling his ears as you clenched down onto him. He continues to coach you to it, and with one last snap of his hips and circle to your clit, you felt your body release it’s everything onto his. He shushes your loud scream while silencing his own grunts, fingers digging into your hips to pull you close, painting your gummy walls with his white, hot release.

For awhile, All that was heard was your heavy breathing and the sounds of the tv in the other room, and you soon found yourself collapsed next to each other on the bed. Your chests were heaving horribly, and the sweat that drip from your foreheads were now everywhere. You look over at the boy next to you, only to find he had already been looking at you, both of you breathing heavy—lips parted.

It only took a second for one of you to start laughing, and Colby leaned over to kiss you again, this time staying there for the longest he could.

You hum as he pulls away just a tiny bit, still close to your face. Your eyes are shut, relishing in the feeling you had. How do you go on from this? Clearly you two loved each other, but you prayed it wouldn’t be weird…

“Come here” He lays his arm out, pulling your body closer to his so you could lay your head against his chest. The room was hot and smelled of pure sex but neither of you complained. You were just happy.

“Colby…” You mumble after awhile in silence, tracing the tattoo on his chest for the 2nd time. He hums in response, the tips of his fingers brushing through your soft hair. You almost feel bad, as if you’re about to ruin the amazing night you had—but you had to say it. “Where do we go from here..?”

Your voice is low and nervous, so focused on the negative that you couldn’t even see the obvious answer. Colby made it clear what he wanted. He couldn’t go back to normal with you—not after this night.

“I want you to be my girlfriend, Y/N. I’ve always wanted that” He pushes your hair away from your face, placing his finger under your chin to lift it. “Please tell me that’s what you want too”

Your eyes soften at his hesitant tone, grabbing the hand that sat under your chin to intertwine your fingers. Of course you wanted that. It was all you ever wanted.

You nod

“Sam is going to be so happy”

Just a little something different 😉. See y’all whenever :))

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[zylev-blog]

Ellie has gotten in trouble every day this week at school. She keeps fist fighting this rich kid, Damian Wayne. Danny is not thrilled with this, and genuinely has no idea why Damian makes Ellie’s blood boil the way it does. (Nobody knows that it’s the Lazarus out corruption reacting to Ellie’s ghost half.) all Danny knows is that Ellie keeps throwing hands, and he’s worried that Bruce Wayne might try to sue him if he doesn’t get his daughter under control. He wouldn’t ever financially recover from that, and he actually likes this dimension.

Bruce can’t get a clear answer to why Damian hates this girl. At first he thought it might be his son’s first teenage crush, but he genuinely didn’t know anymore.

The two dads sit down in a meeting with the school board. Both kids will be suspended, and if they continue to fight, both kids will be expelled. So Bruce and Danny take this matter into their own hands. Twice a week Damian will come to Danny’s two bedroom apartment to spend time with Ellie outside of class. Twice a week, Ellie will go over to Wayne Manor. The alternate three days of the week, the teens are free to do whatever they want.

The first month goes terribly. Danny’s apartment nearly gets burned down, and he is 100% sure that he will not get his security deposit back. On the other hand, the kids have plenty of room to run around Wayne manor, but that doesn’t stop the fire department from being called, and for Bruce to have to lay off his gardener when Damian and Ellie cut up the backyard with Damian’s “fake” swords.

By month two, things are faring better. Bruce and Danny decided to watch the kids together one day of the week, and they had gotten to talking. Turns out that Danny could see straight through Brucie’s persona, so Bruce didn’t have to pretend to be an airhead. The two dads become fast friends once Bruce is sure that Danny isn’t after his money.

By month three, things are improving. The two teens are still not friends, but they’ve moved on from trying to kill each other…most of the time. As the weather got warmer, they tended to play by the pool. After multiple drowning attempts, they had to ban the kids from the pool. Damian had also had his swords confiscated after he tried to maim Ellie with them.

Bruce suggests a camping trip on month four with another family called the Kents. Danny and Ellie agree, and the group hike deep into the mountains. To nobody’s suprise, Ellie and Damian encounter a bear. But before Damian could warn Clark or Bruce, Ellie had climbed on top of the bear and wrestled it to the ground, all while cackling madly.

By month five, Damian and Ellie had gotten closer and had finally become friends. They didn’t seek each others presence, but stopped their attempts to kill each other by that point. Jon had been hanging around the duo after the camping trip. Jon and Ellie were fast friends. Clark was delighted to have another dad friend who totally understood how destructive kids could be.

At month six, the trio were close friends. Damian and Ellie hadn’t fought in a few weeks, so all of the adults counted the situation as a success.

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[noah-shin]

𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝓋𝒶𝓁 𝓍 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

Warning: creepy, stalking

Wc:877

Yandere rival who couldn't care less about you when you shifted to his school in the middle of the year. You were not exceptional at first and he didn't think of you as an academic rival.

Yandere rival who actually becomes shocked seeing how you topped most subjects. He contemplated that you were being fake by behaving politely with everyone but him. He didn't even talk with you properly… …

He always stares at you with a blank expression. Though he gives you a hateful stare, his thoughts are all about you. His ears become red watching you laugh or when you glance at him.

Yandere who always makes sure that you sit right beside him so that he could busk in your presence. It has become a rule between students to never sit on your seat. So that your rival could stare at you with ease.

Yandere rival who is envious of the fact that you're naturally talented. How could you be so care free and still top all exams? "You must have cheated," He would say to piss you off. You would just smile at him and go back to your own world. He holds grudges against you for having loving parents who never pressurize you for anything. (Unlike him)

He always asks the teacher to put you both together in a group project to spend more time with you. He always comes over to your place to finish the job and always asks if you made the cookies you gave him. He always finishes his work beforehand to just stare at you and listen to you talk during the meeting. He has a pleasant expression while gazing at you.Suspiciously whenever he comes over to your house, something goes missing. Doesn't matter what it is. Your chapstick, that old pencil, watch,anything associated with you. "Did you accidentally take my chapstick?" He would deny any claims saying he doesn't even know you use pink color, peach flavored chapstick… ..

Bad attention or good attention doesn't matter to him. If he gets attention from you, that's enough. He always nags you and tries to find your fault even though he actually gushes all over it in his house.

Yandere's rival who is jealous of the fact that you're his best friend's close friend and his friend knows more about you than him. He's aware that you're trying to snatch his friends, his position, everything! " You're so jealous yn" (he actually want you to snatch everything away along with him)

He constantly talks about you and only you in his friend circle. The only reason he keeps those losers with him is to talk shit about you. He is so bitter, observing that you look so happy minding your own business while he thinks of you every second. He thinks talking about you and constantly keeping you in his mind will motivate him to do better.

Yandere rival who uses students to know more about you. He thinks nobody is good enough to be with him except you but still acts politely with your friends. "Hey! So why didn't yn come to school today?" He doesn't even care that he makes it so obvious.

Yandere who gets mad when he sees anyone else bully you and sometimes defend you. Though he acts salty with you, he never takes it too far to emotionally drain you out. Moreover,his obsession extends out of academic life too.

He has a whole shrine of your pics and other stolen things from those group projects. He has a diary describing his feelings to you with your pictures stuck to every few pages. In some of them, you're smiling, sleeping or even eating in your not so secure house.

Yandere rival who wakes up hours early to just sneak at you while you're sleeping. His day is not fulfilled until he follows you back to your home to make sure you're safe and sound. He's pretty good at being sneaky too and knows nobody will believe any accusations against him.

He's so smitten with you that it doesn't matter if he becomes second in the exam. Because obviously you deserve the first position.

Yandere rival who just wants your attention so badly that he taunts you on a bad day just so that you will hit him. That way at least you will make physical contact with him. He doesn't hear the curses you throw at his face. You shudder watching him moaning from hitting his face."Did you fucking enjoy that, creep?!" You stepped back in disgust. Who knew your rival was a masochist?

You were so blinded by the rivalry that you didn't even notice how his pants tightened when you screamed at him.

But when you have known his intentions,you became paranoid and spill the tea to everyone. Unfortunately no one took you seriously.You feel hopeless seeing nobody believes your words.

Yandere rival who stalks all your social media accounts and sends you messages from fake accounts.

He doesn't let anyone give you gifts on valentine's day and makes sure you don't go on date with anyone. He's just way too much in love to let it happen

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[neonghostlights]

Hi! I just found your account and started following you❤️ could I request a Eddie x Henderson reader ( Dustin’s sister) where she’s dating billy and they argue a lot and she’s been crying a lot and one day Dustin’s talking to Eddie about it at lunch and is like “ I’m so sick of billy making my sister cry” and stuff like that and Eddie has a huge crush on her and so he’s like no no nobody’s gonna make her cry so he goes and confronts billy about it and it’s some confrontation then end how you want ofc and add whatever else! I hope you’re okay with writing this, I’m so excited to read it❤️

Hi there ❤️ thank you so much. I made every one in their mid 20’s for this one. I also made reader Dustin’s stepsister. And Neighbors to lovers. Sorry it took me a bit to get this one out (:

Warnings: secret crush, Reader is in an abusive relationship with Billy, Crying, Angst, Breakups, a plate is thrown at reader, Hurt/Comfort 18+ Only

Wordcount: 2.6k

Wait

Eddie liked you. He liked you a lot. 

It bordered on the edge of obsession sometimes, just how much he liked you. He would never admit that to anyone else, though. 

It was so bad in highschool, that he genuinely thought that maybe he had failed some of his classes because he had been staring and daydreaming about you. In reality it was most likely because he had a hard time with math, but he still did spend a lot of time thinking about you. What it would be like if he finally approached you and admitted the way you made him feel.

You graduated and he didn’t. He thought that would be the perfect time to get over you and move on.  To his surprise though, one of the freshmen he took under his wing was your stepbrother. 

Dustin brought you up in conversation a lot. A curse and a blessing for poor Eddie. 

He saw you in passing sometimes after you graduated. Sometimes you would pick up Dustin, or be at the Henderson house when Eddie was dropping him off after Hellfire. You were in college now, though, so the sightings of you were few and far between. Eventually, you stopped coming around the Henderson house to Eddie’s dismay. Dustin had mentioned that you were too busy to stop by anymore and could only make it by during the holidays. 

Eddie avoided asking about you to keep his infatuation secret, only gathering information when it was freely offered to him. 

Sometimes Eddie would wonder how different his life would be if he had spoken up in school and asked you on a date. Would the both of you be happy together right now, living a dream life? Eddie always considered you the one that got away. Even as the years passed by he never did forget about you. 

Eddie was in his mid 20’s now with a job at the local mechanic shop off main street. He had a trailer to himself, across the park from his uncles, now that he was an adult. Life at the trailer park alone was quiet and normal as always. Everyone who had lived there had already been there for years, so he knew his neighbors well. 

It was a sunny summer morning when the moving van came barreling through the gravel drive of the trailer park, hitting every pothole that the park owners never bothered to fix. 

Eddie was curious since his neighbors moved out who would take their spot. He hoped they wouldn’t mind that he played his music too loud while he worked on his car out in the driveway sometimes, or think he was the devil based on his choice of clothing and music. 

The truck parked, lurching on the uneven ground. Eddie watched as the metal door swung open and two pairs of legs popped out. He leaned forward on the front porch couch, trying to catch a better glimpse. He knew Wayne would want to gossip later during their nightly talks and if Eddie didn’t have all the details right the old man would just come down here himself. 

Eddie’s eyes followed the legs, traveling up your body to your face. His eyes grew wide and his heart stuttered. His lit cigarette fell into his lap. “Shit,” he hissed, frantically picking it up before it did any damage. 

You glanced up at the noise, making direct eye contact with Eddie. A wide smile grew on your face and you gave a happy wave. 

“Eddie? Is that you?” You asked, using your hand to shield the sun out of your eyes so you could see him. 

Eddie wished he could melt into the old wooden planks under his feet. You looked beautiful standing there smiling up at him. You wandered closer, abandoning the open door to the moving truck behind you. 

Eddie cleared his throat. “Y-yep. It’s me.”

Your grin grew miraculously wider and Eddie thought he was going to pass out. It had been years since he had seen you up close at this point and you still looked just as good as you did in highschool. 

“I can’t believe it. I mean Dustin mentioned you lived here but I didn’t know we were gonna be neighbors!” You said cheerfully, bouncing up the porch steps towards him. 

Eddie stood up, because he didn’t know what else to do. 

“What are you doing here? I thought you’d be living in some big city by now?” Eddie didn’t mean for his words to come out like that. He thought that they sounded lighthearted but the smile dropping on your face had him second guessing himself. 

“Yeah. Life happens I guess,” you said with a forced smile. 

There was a brief awkward silence before Eddie spoke up again. “Do you need any help?”

A loud engine and music cut out Eddie’s words as a blue Camaro pulled into the lot, revving its engine obnoxiously. Eddie recognized the car but couldn’t quite put his finger on it. 

You went to scurry off the porch. “See you later, Eddie!” You called, rushing to the side of the moving van. 

Your reaction bothered Eddie but he didn’t know why. You had started the conversation so cheerful and then he watched the joy drain from your face, like being near him was scary. The feeling made Eddie’s heart drop. Were you scared of him? 

The car parked beside the moving van. Eddie dropped his cigarette again, now burnt to nothing but ash, when Billy Hargrove stepped out. 

You greeted him with a kiss. Eddie thought he was going to throw up his breakfast right into the grass. There was no fucking way someone as kind as you ended up with Billy fucking Hargrove. Eddie had imagined throughout the years what would happen if he ever ran into you again, he just didn’t ever expect you to be taken by someone else when it happened. 

Eddie couldn’t watch as you started moving your belongings into the trailer with Billy. He went inside his own trailer and locked the door. 

“Fancy seeing you here,” Eddie said as Henderson approached his work station. “Don’t tell me your car broke down again?” 

Dustin shook his head, looking a little pale. “I need to talk to you.”

Eddie straightened at Dustin���s distressed expression. Even though Dustin was grown now, Eddie still felt an urge to protect him. Eddie motioned over to his boss that he was taking a break and led Dustin through the back door of the building where only the employees parked so they would have some sense of privacy. 

“What’s wrong?” Eddie asked as soon as the door was shut behind them. 

“Have you seen my sister?” Dustin asked, using the toe of his shoe to push some gravel around. 

“Yeah. I saw her yesterday when she was moving in. Why?” 

“Can you keep an eye on her for me?” Dustin asked, looking up at Eddie now with a pleading expression. 

“Why? What’s wrong?”

Dustin shook his head, looking up at Eddie now. “I don’t like Billy.”

Eddie scoffed. “Yeah. Who does? The guy was an asshole in highschool.”

“Yeah, well that hasn’t changed,” Dustin explained in a mumble. 

“What do you mean?” Eddie asked. It wasn’t a surprise but he needed to know if this meant what he thought it meant. 

“I mean. He’s used up all her money and she lost her apartment. That’s why she’s back in Hawkins and moving into the trailer park. I didn’t know because I’ve been at school but he’s not nice to her. She’s come home to my house a few times crying until she eventually goes back to him. My mom said it’s just regular relationship drama but it doesn’t feel right.”

Eddie processed the information he was given for a bit. He wanted to jump in his car and drive back to the trailer park right at that moment to check on you. But he knew that if he came on strong it would only push you away. “I’ll listen out for her Dustin.” 

Dustin visibly relaxed. “If you see anything, call me.”

You were out on your porch when Eddie got home that evening. 

You smiled and waved. What Dustin had told him about your relationship with Billy stayed in the back of his mind for the whole day. 

Billy’s car wasn’t in the driveway, so he thought it would be a good time to talk to you. 

“Hey,” you greeted as Eddie approached. 

“Hey. How’s the moving in going?”

“Good. I’m mostly unpacked now. I didn’t have that much stuff to begin with,” you told him. Eddie wondered if Billy was the reason you didn’t have that much stuff but he didn’t voice it. 

Eddie hummed in response as he leaned against the railing to the steps as nonchalantly as possible. He could feel his pulse hammering in his chest and he felt like he was in highschool again asking you if you had the answers to last night's homework. 

“Everything else okay over here?” Eddie asked, suddenly finding his rings more interesting than anything else around him. 

When you didn’t answer, Eddie chanced a look up at your face. Your head was tilted and you were squinting your eyes at him like you couldn’t quite figure out what he meant by the question. Eddie felt like you knew what he was alluding to. 

“Everythings fine,” you said slowly, pushing yourself up from the plastic chair. “You should go. Billy will be home soon,” you said before going inside without another word. 

Eddie kicked himself the whole short walk back to his trailer. He just hoped that he wasn’t stupid enough to cause you to pull yourself away. 

Eddie didn’t ever see anything but he heard it about a week later. You and Billy both came and went from the trailer park without incident. The few times Eddie had seen you, you avoided eye contact at all costs. Eddie wondered if it was because Billy was around both times or if you hated him now. 

Trailer walls were thin so he always heard quite a bit of his neighbors' lives. Usually, he would just ignore it and move on. But he couldn’t ignore this. 

He was smoking his evening cigarette, barefooted with his hair still wet from his after work shower. He was just about to put it out and head inside for the night when a smashing plate caught his attention. Ears perked, he listened for where it came from. That’s when the yelling started in your trailer. 

Eddie got up without thinking. Gravel cut into his bare feet as he crossed from his lot to yours. 

“You think you can just break up with me?! After everything I do for you?!” 

Eddie didn’t waste any time yanking the trailer door open. You stood up against the wall, tears streaming down your face. A broken plate laid on the floor beside you with a dent in the wall beside your head from where it hit. Billy stood across from you, a bag packed in his clenched hand. 

Your wide eyed stare met with Eddie’s. You shook your head slightly, silently pleading for him to go. 

Eddie saw red. “Did you fucking throw that at her?!” He seethed.

Billy whipped around, making eye contact with Eddie. “Get the fuck out and mind your business, freak.”

“Don’t call him that,” you snapped, straightening your shoulders. 

Billy let out a humorless laugh and pointed his thumb at Eddie. “This why you want me to leave? Because of him.”

“Does it matter? Just go,” you begged. 

Eddie made his way closer to you, placing himself between you and Billy in case something else got thrown or he wanted to lash out. Eddie knew he wouldn’t win a fight against Billy but he would try. Eddie knew Billy’s type though, he wanted to beat on someone he knew he could win with. The rumors about Eddie being a fighter around town were too strong for Billy to take the chance. Eddie silently thanked who ever started that rumor. 

Billy scoffed, tossing the duffel bag over his shoulder. He exited the trailer with a loud slam of the door, causing the walls to shake. Eddie wasted no time locking the door behind him in case he changed his mind and decided to come back in. Neither of you breathed until you heard his car start and pull away. 

“You okay? Did he hurt you?” Eddie asked, assessing you for injury. 

You quickly shook your head. “No. I’m sorry you had to see that, Eddie,” you apologized. Eddie could see the walls coming up around you. 

“Don’t apologize. Be careful. I’m gonna pick up the plate,” Eddie warned as he picked up the sharp, shattered pieces. “Do you think he’ll come back tonight?” 

You shook your head. “No. He’ll go stay the night with some girl in Indianapolis for a week and when he gets bored he’ll come back. That’s why he left so easily. He actually wanted to leave but didn’t want me to think I was in control or something,” you said calmly. 

Eddie wondered how often this had happened for you to have it understood like a science. He looked down at the pieces of broken plate in his hands, he wouldn’t say that that was him leaving easily.

“I can go and get some new locks for the door in the morning,” Eddie offered. “If you don’t want him to come back this time.”

“That would be great, Eddie. Thank you so much,” you said. 

Eddie noticed the way you kept glancing at the door despite telling him that Billy wouldn’t come back that night. 

“Do you want me to stay? I can sleep on the couch just in case?” Eddie asked, not wanting to leave you here alone just in case. 

You eventually agreed and called it a night, but not before blocking the front door with a chair just in case. 

Billy never came back that night, but like clockwork, showed up a week later trying to get back in. 

You didn’t let him in this time, instead flexing that new restraining order to have him removed from the property by Hopper. 

“Thank you, Eddie,” you said suddenly one evening during your daily talks. It had been about two months since Billy left and you were doing good. Dustin was even able to come over to the trailer to see you, something you never let him do before. 

“For what?” Eddie asked. 

“For looking out for me,” you shrugged. 

Eddie cleared his throat. “You know, I’ll always look out for you. If you want.”

You raised your eyebrows and did your best to hold in your laugh. 

“What?” Eddie questioned, feeling insecure now. 

“Are you finally admitting you have a crush on me?” You teased. 

Eddie dropped his head in his hands. Of course you knew. And now you were going to laugh at him. 

“It’s okay,” you said in a soothing voice. “I guess I can admit that I have one on you too.” 

“Really?” Eddie was shocked. 

You placed a quick kiss on his cheek. “I’ll see you around, Eddie. Same time tomorrow?”

Eddie nodded, speechless as he watched you walk back over to your trailer. His brain caught up with his body as he jumped up from his seat and ran after you. He wasn’t going to let you get away this time without asking you out on a date. 

And when you said yes, Eddie realized the wait had been worth it.

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson au #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie stranger things #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x you #eddie munson request #eddie munson fanfiction

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Hi could I request Matt x reader

They are in their senior year of Highschool and it’s prom season.The reader is sad because she never had any romance in her life and dreams of a promposal.Matt really likes the reader and even though he doesn’t like bring attention to him he surprises the reader.

promposal || matt sturniolo

matt x fem!reader

warnings: none, fluff!

word count: 1,1k

a/n: I hope you like it and I did not ruin the idea!

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I came home and tossed my bag and car keys on the cubby.

"Hi! I'm home!" I yelled to check if anyone was back from work or in case of my brother from school.

Only echo answered me and I sight of relief because the last thing I wanted was to small talk with everyone how my day was.

I went to my room, stripped from my clothes and wrapped my body in white, fluffy robe. I took change of clothes, my phone and dragged my feet to my parents master bathroom. They had huge bath tube and my mom had all those fancy stuff from TikTok to make a relaxing bath.

I made myself one with lots of bubbles and got in. I didn’t put any bath bomb or candles because it would give me a headache. The only thing I did was putting music on from my phone on the speaker in the bathroom.

I hated today. And all of this week to be honest.

It was this time of the year again. Senior year to be specific. Thats why I hated it even more because it's the last time ever for that.

For prom.

Everyone including my best friends were proposed to go to prom by their boyfriends. In every cute way possible. I was only there to fake smile and be happy for them but also a little jealous. Because here is the thing.

I was always so focused on school and soccer that I never, ever let any boy near me. It is a miracle that my best friends are still my friends. I was single through all high school, never went on any date and when I rejected some boys no-one asked me again. Which brings us here, I also was never asked to go for a prom. This time it was a little sad because it is going to be my last prom.

"I hate myself" I said and made my body to go under hot water while Frank Ocean was playing in the room.

I stayed like that for a second but I heard my music stopped for a massage notification so I sat back up and took my phone from the ground next to the bath tube splashing some water on the floor.

I checked the massage and I was a little surprised. It was from Matt Sturniolo. I knew him because his brother Chris was dating my best friend Maggie. He sometimes drives us to parties or games. He and his triplet brothers played hockey and lacrosse in our school. They were pretty good. Nick also did our yearbook this year. Matt and I never really had any class together and beside knowing him as Chris's brother I didn't really spend time with him. He didn’t usually stay at parties after games and even if he did he spent time with his team mates I did with mine.

I smiled a little. Was he kind of asking me out? What should I do?

Wasn't I just complaining that nobody asked me out?

And I said yes.

What am I even going to wear? It’s march and it’s going to be cold on the beach.

I spend and hour in the bath and than I ate early dinner and started to get ready.

I did blow out on my hair and put a light make up on. I didn’t want to look like I care too much. I put some jeans on and a hoodie with white Air Force 1. They had blue flowers custom painted for me on them by one of my friends.

When I got a text massage from Matt that he is waiting outside a little before 7 I told my parents I’m leaving and took my purse and locked the door behind me.

He was leaning on his car and smiled when he saw me. He looked nice. We kinda matched the outfits. He also was wearing a hoodie and jeans and white air forces.

“Hi… it’s nice to see you not on the field next to mine” he said.

That’s true. We usually just had practice or a game next to each other.

“Same to you… you stole my outfit tho” I laughed as he opened car doors for me.

“I can live with matching your outfit” He smiled looking at me and he closed the doors and went to the driver seat.

We drove to the beach talking about everything and nothing. Mostly about sports and music and the midterms.

“We’re here let’s go?” He smiled when we parked.

I got out of the car and he came to me.

“Okay I know it will sound weird but can you close your eyes? And not peek?” Ha asked me.

He was nervous?

“Okay…. But if you want to kill me my dad is going to find you and probably kill your brother for accident” I said closing my eyes and sticking my hand out for him.

He giggled at what I said and toon my hand to lead me.

Sun was setting already so it is going to be dark soon. I’m not sure what we are doing here.

I heard some sounds as we were walking on the sand but mostly it was sound of the ocean.

“Okay I’m going to let go of your hand… don’t open your eyes just yet” he said.

He dropped my hand and I stand waiting for him to tell me to open my eyes. I heard some voices too.

What the hell is happening.

“Okay… you can open your eyes now” Matt said from somewhere in front of me.

I opened my eyes and they automatically widened.

There was some lanterns going up into the sky. Like I my favorite movie.

Tangled.

I looked at them and then down to see where they are coming from. Whole lacrosse and hockey team were putting them up.

There he was standing in the middle with a poster that said:

Light up my night at prom?

And there was a painting of the tower from the movie. It was beautiful. I bet Maggie did it.

Nobody ever did anything like that for me.

“Matt what the hell?” I said coming up to him I’m pretty sure I had tears in my eyes now.

“Sooo?” He looked at me unsure of my reaction.

“Of course..” I said looking at him and wiped my cheeks with my hoodies sleeve.

Whole teams started cheering and I laughed.

“How did you even know? That I like the movie…” I asked.

“Well I talked to Chris and Chris talked to Maggie and you know…” he scratched back of his neck.

“Gosh I feel like I could kiss you right now…” I whispered.

He smiled and put one of his hands on my cheek and the other one wondered on my back to pull me closer to him. He looked deep in my eyes looking for reassurance but I just connected our lips together.

It couldn’t get any better. The best promposal I could ask for.

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo x reader

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Dating Childhood Friend Hanaoka Fujio

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Finals season isn't done yet but I need a new post to get me through the last week. I'm never not going to post about dating Hanaoka Fujio there are going to be so many parts I already know it 😂

Genre: it's all fluff up in here

___ is used in place of y/n

Warnings: Typical H&L violence, swearing

This post isn't proofread

I usually write the reader as female since that is easiest for me but if you identify as a different gender please feel free to change up those parts to whatever fits you! <3

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Dating Hanaoka Fujio, childhood best friends edition

You grew up with Fujio, Madoka, Arata, Seiji, Shinya, and Masaya.

The 7 of you would spend most of your time together at Grandma Sada's store or at each other's places since you lived in the same housing space and your parents weren't home often.

You attend Seiho Girls High School with Madoka and are a part of the band with her

Growing up you were closest to Fujio. Making friends was hard because you didn't talk much but he saw you by yourself one day and decided he was going to make you a part of the friend group and the rest was history.

Fujio who always remembers to ask you what you think when the group talks, making sure you feel included.

Fujio who always saves a seat for you next to him.

Fujio who pouts if he hears you and Madoka talking about a boy you guys think is cute.

"____ -chan he's not as cute as me though right?!"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT HE IS MORE HANDSOME THAN YOU"

"MADOKA I WAS ASKING ___!"

And then there's you who just stares at them as they bicker 😂

Fujio who didn't truly realize his feelings for you until he moved away and didn't get to see you every day

Now he knows why he didn't like it whenever you and Madoka talked about boys

Fujio who is excited to move back because he's going to see his friends at Oya High and now he can see you every day again

Fujio who notices your physical changes when he sees you again after a while but is happy your personality is still the same

Fujio who is acting a little weird around you now and you can't understand why

Fujio who gets a little nervous while you're around

The rest of the friend group can clearly see that he likes you and is doing a shit job at hiding it while they can't tell if you like him the same or not

Madoka who decides to take one for the team and ask if you like Fujio as more than a friend.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Madoka asks if you like Fujio as more than a friend, and you deny it at first but admit it just as fast because nobody gets past Madoka

Madoka who is on a mission to get the two of you together once she finds out you like him too but don't think he feels the same

Madoka's thoughts: "Are you dumb? Do you see the way he acts with you?!" *rolling her eyes and frustrated because she cannot deal with y'all*

You who has liked Fujio since you were kids but figured he didn't like you back because he's nice to everyone... so he was just being nice to you also

Madoka, Seiji, Shinya, and Masaya who are sick and tired of how you and Fujio look at each other with starry eyes when the other isn't looking.

JUST DATE EACH OTHER ALREADY YOU IDIOTS

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Fujio who is sulky and tells Tsukasa and Jamuo he doesn't know what to do with his crush on you

Jamuo suggests a big elaborate confession while Tsukasa says he should just man up and tell you how he feels, no big confession scheme needed this isn't a marriage proposal

The rest of the boys walk right into the conversation and being the nosy kids they are, now they want to know what their leader is talking about

This leads to Fujio telling all of Fujio faction about his girl problem

All his friends: 👁️👄👁️ because what do you mean they're strong leader is being sulky over a girl?!

"Wait who is this girl again?" (Nakaoka)

"The quiet girl who we used to see at Grandma Sada's market remember?" (Nakagoshi)

"Ohhhh ___?" (Nakaoka)

"Yeah." (Nakagoshi)

"Better get a move on then Fujio! The girls tell Nakagoshi and I that a lot of boys in the surrounding schools like her. You might want to tell her before some preppy boy steals her away." (Nakaoka)

Fujio who tells his friends he would rather fight all of SWORD by himself than confess to you because feelings and rejection are scary. The thought of getting punched by every dude in SWORD sounds less scary than getting rejected by you and messing up your friendship.

Tsukasa who tells Fujio that it would be easiest to tell her how he feels because nobody wants to be on the receiving end of Fujio's fist if you start dating someone else.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Fujio who tells your friends he is finally ready to tell you how he feels

The rest of the group let out a big sigh of relief at the same time because they're sick and tired of you guys looking at each other like love-sick puppies

Fujio who stands in front of Seiho waiting for you and Madoka after band practice.

Madoka and Yui lie and say they have somewhere to go together leaving you with Fujio.

Fujio who is being a little awkward because he isn't sure how to tell you how he feels.

"Fujio... why are you acting weird?"

oh god she caught me here I go "Ireallylikeyou___I'velikedyousincewewerekidspleasegooutwithmeandbemygirlfriend"

You: ❓

"Since when did you become a rapper Fujio? I didn't understand anything you just said. Say it again slower."

"I really like you ___. I've liked you since we were kids. Please go out with me and be my girlfriend. ONLY IF YOU WANT TO OF COURSE! IF NOT WE CAN STAY FRIENDS AND WE CAN PRETEND THIS NEVER HA-."

"Will you let me talk?"

Fujio goes quiet 😂

"Yes, I would love to be your girlfriend. I've liked you since we were kids too. I just thought you didn't feel the same because you are always nice to everyone so I thought you were just being nice to me."

"Being nice? BEING NICE?! I NEVER SHARE MY FOOD WITH ANYONE BUT YOU WHAT DO YOU MEAN BEING NICE?!"

"LEAVE ME ALONE! I THOUGHT YOU LIKED SOMEONE ELSE! ALL THE GIRLS AT SCHOOL SAY THAT SINCE YOU CAME BACK LOTS OF GIRLS HAVE BEEN TALKING ABOUT YOU SO I ASSUMED YOU LIKED SOMEONE ELSE AND YOU'VE BEEN ACTING WEIRD!"

"ME?! TELL THAT TO YOURSELF! NAKAGOSHI AND NAKAOKA SAID THAT SINCE I'VE BEEN GONE LOTS OF BOYS TALK ABOUT HOW THEY LIKE YOU. AND I'VE BEEN ACTING WEIRD BECAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO TELL YOU I LIKE YOU."

The two looked at each other after their shouting match and laughed at how ridiculous they were.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

The first time Fujio took you to Oya to meet his friends, let's say it was chaotic.

Fujio pulled you through the halls of Oya and up onto the rooftop.

All the shouting that was going on immediately went silent when the door opened and you two walked in.

"Hey guys! Meet my girlfriend ___. Don't stand to close to her or look at her too long I'll punch you."

The boys broke out into cheers because Fujio actually told you how he felt.

"Wooooow those other guys are gonna cry when they find out ___-san is dating Fujio senpai." (Nakagoshi)

"We have to tell the girls when we see them this weekend." (Nakaoka)

The boys all introduced themselves to you and you introduced yourself back.

The rest of the day was spent with them telling you how Fujio acts at school and you telling them how Fujio acted when you guys were little.

"Come on ___ you're supposed to make your boyfriend look good in front of his friends not embarrass me."

"I'm just telling them about how my boyfriend has always used his fists before his words. You were the one that punched that one boy when we were 9 for pulling on my hair and calling me names."

"Nobody calls my girlfriend names!"

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Bf!Fujio who gives you a heart attack when you see him after the Oya and Housen brawl and he's all scratched up

Bf!Fujio who won't sit still while you try to tend to his wounds because the products sting.

Bf!Fujio and Arata who give you an even bigger heart attack when they get back from the fight with Kidra

Your friends have to catch Arata up on what he missed and he's happy that you guys are together because he thought you guys liked each other when you were all kids also.

Bf!Fujio who backhugs you and uses you as a shield to hide from Madoka's wrath after she's done crying about Arata coming home.

Shinya and Masaya who are using both you and Fujio as a shield to hide from Madoka's wrath.

Seiji who looks at you guys and laughs.

Arata who looks at everyone and realizes just how much he actually missed all of you.

Bf!Fujio who is a little jealous because you went to Oya to check on everyone after the fight with Kidra.

"___ but what about meeeee?"

"Fujio I patched up your injuries yesterday."

"Okay? And? It's not my fault none of them have girlfriends to patch them up."

You quickly finish checking on everyone and sit with Fujio so he stops being jealous.

Fujio honestly has no room to speak though because whenever he stands in front of Seiho waiting for you and Madoka the girls look at him and make comments about how cute he is.

You walked out of school one time to a girl trying to give Fujio her number and he's awkwardly trying to reject her without being too mean. You had to swoop in and save your prince in distress.

It was a pretty often recurrence where you hear the girls at school talking about him and his friends but sucks to be them because he is forever yours! I don't think you would be able to get rid of him low key so I hope you're planning on marrying that boy lol

You would just ignore them and Madoka and Yui would tell you how you're the best person for Fujio anyways so you had no competition. The times when another girl is being mean to you though you best bet Madoka is gonna argue with her.

It was a often recurrence for Fujio to hear other guys talking about you also, the only difference is that he reacts to it. Probably hits them with a "___? Yeah I think she's pretty too because she's literally my girlfriend stop talking about her." Or actually physically hits them because WTF DID THAT NASTY DUDE JUST SAY ABOUT THE LOVE AND LIGHT OF HIS LIFE?! FUJIO WILL NOT STAND FOR IT.

Tsukasa has had to jump in multiple times to stop him.

That's a lie Tsukasa has stopped him 1 out of 10 times when he felt it wasn't important and not worth it but 9 times out of 10 Tsukasa usually jumps in to help Fujio actually because WTF DID THAT DUDE SAY ABOUT HIS SISTER?!

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

I feel like dating Fujio would automatically make you everyone he's friends with sister figure/mom of the group.

Tsukasa needs someone to talk to that isn't one of the boys? Congratulations ___ suddenly you're a certified therapist.

Jamuo needs help on an assignment or studying? Fujio will ask for your notes.

ChunChun faction member is sick? No worries Fujio will call you and ask for advice. That member might even ask Fujio to ask you for a bowl of soup.

The boys with bleached hair need help maintaining the color? No worries, just call ___ she'll know how to help.

The boys have a date? Don't panic ___ will help them with the planning.

Sachio is having a hard time getting through to Yui? It's okay ___ will help talk to her.

Todoroki needs some peace and quiet? Don't worry, ___ will keep the kids occupied somewhere else so Todoroki can read.

Sawamura needs help shopping for a gift for his and Yui's anniversary? No problem ___ is on the way to help.

When Fujio eventually becomes friends with Rao faction, you best bet ___ is there to help also.

The rare occasion Magaroku ran out of gum? It's okay ___ carries extra in her bag

Kamui's mask strap broke? ___ has one he can use temporarily while she fixes his

Raoh needs help getting something for his siblings by a certain time but he doesn't have time because he's out on Suzuran business? No worries ___ is there to help.

(Good god I hope you're ready to take care of everyone😂)

Vice versa, I think your status as Fujio's girlfriend also means his friends are always willing to help and protect you. Let's be real even if you weren't dating and just stayed friends everyone would still love you.

Boy from another school is bothering you? The nearest guy from Oya or Housen or Suzuran is flying in to save you.

You need help moving your furniture? Good thing you have your boyfriend and all his strong friends to come over and help.

You would end up being friends with all his friends too so that's fun.

I feel like they would all take it upon themselves to teach you how to fight to protect yourself in the rare case someone can't jump in to save you.

I think they would all want you to stay away from the actual fighting so Fujio + someone else is checking up on you at all times.

Could you imagine one of the Senomon, Kama, or Ebara guys following you because they know you're dating Fujio and think that's the way to get Fujio to accept defeat?

Girl... Todoroki, Shiba, and Tsuji fuckin flew out of nowhere to protect you.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

You would think that with your boyfriend's lifestyle, you would get used to seeing him and his friends all bruised and battered up but I don't think you ever will.

They make you seriously consider a career in the medical field so that you can professionally patch them up but yell at them while you're doing it all at the same time.

Cue Tsukasa, Kiyoshi, Nakagoshi, and Shidaken giving you a heart attack when you see all of them in the hospital.

"Fujio... WTF HAPPENED TO EVERYONE?!" you whisper yell at him.

"Okay so the thing is, Senomon created an alliance with Kamasaka and Ebara to try and take down Oya. That's one of the reasons why they kept following you and that's why that one-time like two weeks ago Todoroki faction saved you because Amagai is a little bitch who can't actually fight anybody without also throwing in shady tricks. Saboten and some other guys beat up Shidaken for declining an alliance offer. Saboten also dropped a bunch of crates on Chun Chun faction. Nakagoshi pushed everyone out of the way and all that shit fell on him so he's here. Kiyoshi sacrificed himself so that the rest of YasuKiyo faction could get away. Then, Tsukasa, Jamuo, and I were in the tunnels and weren't paying attention so we got surrounded and we had to split up. Suzaki fought with Tsukasa and then Amagai beat him over the head with a pipe and took him hostage. While he was hostage Amagai tied him up and kept beating him. Then Amagai tied him up on a pole and cut the rope, dropping him from 20 ft in the air. We just got him back today when we stormed Senomon. I almost got stabbed by Amagai but then Suzaki intervened so I'm okay besides the bruises and scratches."

___ looks at Fujio in silence for a few seconds, and then smacks his arm.

"Owwww you're supposed to be comforting me ___ not adding to it."

"Is this why you've avoided my calls for the past two days?!"

"Maybe... but I did it because I didn't want you to worry."

"I will always be worried regardless! I'm literally dating the leader of Oya High which comes with built-in stress. You should've just answered my calls and told me."

"I promise I will next time ___. I love you."

"I love you too. Now let's go get you patched up."

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Fujio and ___'s relationship as a song...

Ditto by NewJeans

#the rampage from exile tribe #kawamura kazuma #kazuma kawamura #hanaoka fujio #hanaoka fujio x reader #high&low #high and low #oya high #oya kou #high & low the worst x #high & low x reader #high & low the worst x reader #ryo suzaki #amagai kohei #tsukasa takajo #housen academy #ueda sachio #odajima yuken #shida kenzo #suzuran

[gennyanydots]

Sorry about your small…

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x f!reader

Part of the Spitfire Universe

Not necessary to have read them all but makes more sense to have read “Preschool Family Day”

“I’m sorry about your small penis, asshole!” You yelled to the vehicle in the turning lane as you finally passed them, completely forgetting your window was open.

You were late. Again. Like normal.

You told your best friend you would meet her at 5 and it’s 5:15 already and you’re still ten ish minutes away.

And the stupid vehicle in front of you was slower than molasses in the winter and clearly did not have the urgency you did.

You try to take some deep breaths to calm down. You’ll get there. It’s not like your best friend isn’t very much aware of your proclivities but you feel bad. So every time you try so hard to make up the time driving. You don’t drive recklessly per se, you’re still cautious and follow the laws vaguely, you just drive a little quicker sometimes.

By the time you get to the restaurant that you were meeting your friend at you completely forget about the car in front of you but maybe you shouldn’t have…

Your work week had turned out to be pretty good. Nothing out of the ordinary made for a nice week. No surprises. No messes. Nobody’s been sick. Plus, the whole week you had been looking forward to Friday, not that you’d admit it.

Eli Seresin told you on Monday that his favorite Uncle Rooster was picking him up early on Friday. You loved it when Uncle Rooster picked him up. Who wouldn’t?

What’s not to like about an attractive, caring man picking up his adopted nephew from preschool early to hangout together and have ‘guy time’? A man that would flirt with you every time he came by while simultaneously being the nicest man you’d ever talked to. He’s definitely had you swooning over him since he first came to the school for special adult day a couple months ago. Pretty consistently Uncle Rooster picks up Eli at least once every two weeks, either at normal pick up time or early for their special Rooster and Eli time. Sometimes you wonder if he’s doing it to be nice or if he’s doing it to see you. You haven’t felt bold enough to ask yet.

Usually if Rooster is picking Eli up early he does so a little before nap time is finished which meant today you had to race out and grab something for lunch and race back so you didn’t miss him. That would ruin your whole week. You didn’t mind spending most of your lunch break in the dark room with your assistant instead of spending time away from the kids, it’s not like you needed it. You loved your class most of the time.

The line at the fast food place you stopped at took a bit longer than you had hoped for and had you speeding back to work with your fingers crossed praying you hadn’t missed Bradley. That would ruin your whole day. And if you’re being honest with yourself probably your whole weekend too.

When you passed the visitor parking area you thought you noticed a car you vaguely recognized but you couldn’t remember why. It wasn’t a normal looking car. You figure it probably was one of your coworkers’ significant other’s car or something who parked there for some reason.

You open the door to the building just in time to see Bradley walking towards you with two armfuls of a sleeping Eli and you smile, “That’s a very sleepy baby you got there.”

Bradley chuckles, “He wasn’t feeling waking up so I figured might as well take him home with me and we can both nap on the couch.”

“That sounds like a great afternoon,” you say holding the door open for Bradley to walk through.

He nods his thanks to you, “Hey, do you think you can open my car door for me? I could do it but I don’t want to jostle him too much. He’s grumpy like his mama when he gets woken up too early.”

You laugh and nod, “I’m grumpy when I get woken up too.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Bradley says as he walks towards the vehicle you thought you recognized earlier. Huh. Weird. You must have just seen it here before.

He nods towards the right side and you quickly open the door for him and he slides Eli out of his arms and into his car seat, strapping him in carefully and efficiently, before gently closing the door.

“Thanks so much,” Bradley says to you and you nod.

“It was no problem at all,” you say and smile.

Bradley heads to the driver side and opens the door then leans in and starts the car but doesn’t slide into the car yet, instead turning towards you.

You look at the sleeping Eli and wave at him even though you know he’s asleep then walk to stand at the back of Bradley’s car, “Well, I hope you two have a fun time napping.”

Bradley chuckles, “Oh, I’m sure we will. He’ll probably nap for a little and then beg me to go to the beach or something.”

“Sounds like a perfect afternoon.”

Bradley nods, “Yep, then I’ll send him back to his parents and go hang out with some buddies of mine. You should come out with us if you’re not busy.”

“And why should I come out with you, Uncle Rooster?” You ask teasingly.

He grins and takes a few steps towards you and bends close to your ear, “Cause the other day you said something and I’ve been thinking about how I need to prove you wrong ever since.”

You look up at him confused. You can’t remember saying anything odd to him lately, “What did I say?”

Bradley chuckles, “You said I had a small penis and I very much so would love to show you just how wrong you are.”

You gulp and try to think back, “I… I don’t think I said that to you.”

He nods, “You yelled it out your window at me when you passed me. Said ‘Sorry about your small penis, asshole’.”

Shit. Of course the one time you yell something like that it’s at someone you know. That’s why you remember his car. Your face heats up, “I am so, so, so sorry. I didn’t realize that was you.”

He brings a hand up and gently brushes your cheek with the back of his first two fingers, “No worries. In fact I thought it was pretty funny. But I do want you to know that isn’t the case if you’re interested. Can’t have a pretty girl thinking less of me. Not that I’m sure I couldn’t still show you a great time if it was true. It’s not the plane, sweetheart, it’s the pilot.”

You bite your lip and nod, “So, if I was interested where would I go later?”

Rooster smiles and gets out his phone and hands it to you, “Put your number in, honey. I’ll text you the details.”

You do and hand it back then take a couple steps backwards towards the school, “I look forward to being proven wrong.”

Bradley winks at you, “I think you’ll have a good time.” 

#bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster x female reader #Bradley rooster bradshaw x f!reader #spitfire universe #sorry about your small…

[pollyna]

It starts with "I don't like sex that much" and evolves, in the next two years and half, in "I'd like to have a child, would you like that?", in the same way that starts with "it's just for tonight Sli', don't get your hopes up" and evolves in "we're going to be dads!" the day Carole's first sonogram shows a little human who's growing in Carole's belly.

it goes all the way of Carole and Goose being twenty years old and in love to the point the elope the morning after Goose proposes. Mav is their only witness and the chapel they get married is so pretty Carole cries because it's absolutely perfect;

and it's not like Goose doesn't know Carole doesn't really like sex but loves kissing him and sometimes, when the mood strikes and she is giggling because her lips are puffy and a little red for all the kisses they exchanged, her hand finds her way under his pants and boxers and it's embarrassing how fast Goose cums the first time that happens. She may not like sex but Goose has always the face and the expression of a person who got laid for hours and everyone is every squadron Goose is, is envious because nobody has a wife who's better than Carole;

They talked about kids in the two years they were dating because they were already thinking about building a future so they talked almost about everything. "We could adopt" Goose has suggested to which Carole had answered "if we're going to have a kid I think I'd like to carry them. We're going to find the way Goosie, but now take my out to dance!" And the conversation pretty much died there. Until two years and half later and Carole gets down for breakfast and "it's time" to a still half asleep Goose. "Honey I get it, I really do, but we can't just throw him out!", "throw who out?", "Maverick! You said it time, but you should at least give the guy a warning!", to Carole laughing because "you silly Goose, I'm talking about having a baby, not throwing Mav out of here." The coffee stain on the floor is still visible, if one looks at the floor really carefully;

Slider is there before everything, before Carole's too and it's not like he's going to put himself in the middle or anything but when she invites him to a nice diner how can he say no? He misses spending time with Goose without all the deployment bullshit and the way Ice is a step away from snapping and biting (or kissing) Maverick. He chooses his best shirt, of a nice orange and Ice lends him his car. He pats him on the back and "see you in the morning" with the knowing look of who already knows it all, even when Slider is sure he knows nothing. But that's Iceman Kazansky for you, seven steps in front of everyone;

The dinner is chatty and Carole puts herself in the middle of the two of them when they change scenery to get a drink. "We need to ask you a favoure" Carole says, against his ear after ordering their drinks. Slider finds himself humming back because Carole is a magnetic presence and he would probably give her the moon, if they could spend enough time together for her to actually convince him to. "I need you to fuck Goose for a little while because he's a little out of practice and we want to have a baby". Now, rationally, Slider knows that's not what Carole said, word by word, but that's most of what his brain gets because Carole is sweet talking to him and Goose's fingers are playing with the hair his neck and the bastard knows that's his weak point. And so it's starts;

The first time they have the house just for them Goose says "it's just for tonight, don't get your hopes up" and Slider is a second away to leave because isn't it exactly what Goose said the first time they kissed, back in high school, when they were fourteen and scared shitless to be seen? But Slider stays, move towards Goose, cups his face and kisses him hello, goodbye and I missed you, all together. Goose kisses him back in the same way. Slider doesn't asks what's the deal between him and Carole and him being "out of pratice" because who gives a fuck when Goose's hands are under his shirt and the bed is soft under is back?;

It's not a one time thing, but Slider never stays after until he does and he wakes up with Carole cuddling between them, he face mushed against his neck and Goose arms around her and trying to touch him at the same time. It's the first time he stays over for breakfast and the first time Carole kisses him before going to work;

Ice asks if he should find somebody else, considering he's never around and Slider flips him the bird before nagging him to admit the house isn't as quiet or empty as he wants Slider to believe;

Then Carole throws her arms around Slider, a random night in a civil bar where nobodies knows she is married to Goose or who they are, and "Hey stud" and kisses him. She kisses him in the same way she kisses Goose and in which Goose kisses him. That night Slider discovers that sex has so many different forms and sometimes isn't as conventional as he thought it would be but plastered between Goose and Carole he doesn't really care;

They talk, the morning after and for most of the afternoon, about where they are going, what they want, about how they will fit and about so many other things they tire each other out to the point they falls asleep in a sort of cuddle pile and Ice and Mav find them on the couch, hour after, because they're late for they weekly dinner. Ice kisses Mav's cheek before closing the door behind him because "it's better if we let them sleep, but they will pay for the next one". Mav laughs because "next time we are going out for burgers and milkshake, the fancy shit doesn't really cut with me, even if it's only once a week."

It takes a while because after that it seems like life is trying to pull them in seven different direction all the same and they already almost sure it's going to take time because that's what all her friends tell to Carole and so they start trying, then they stop and start again and after six months is getting frustrating because it doesn't seem to work in anyway they try. Then they are going to separate deployment, half of Slider and Goose's stuff isn't ready yet, somebody passed Carole off that day and there's dinner to make, laundry to fold and they as ready to snap as ever will and it's probably when it happens or not. But the morning after they're still in bed, both Slider and Goose's back are stretch red and Carole is sporting two almost identical hitches on both side of her neck. Slider and Goose are shipped out and two months later Carole is calling them both, different hours and different carriers, to tell them she is pregnant. And then is Goose calling Slider to tell him "we're going to be dads" and Ice swears he never used so many tissues to calm Slider down. They all celebrate, in their own way, in different parts of the world. They don't know anything about this baby and they are already the more loved creature off the globe.

#polyamourous with an asexual partner #nick goose bradshaw #carole bradshaw #ron slider kerner #ace!carole #goosecarole #slooserole #past!sloose #icemav #i'm going around with this since this morning

[elisaphoenix13]

This Family Is Forever

There was always this pleasant feeling of in between that Stephen enjoyed. Not quite asleep but definitely not awake. He was aware of Tony's warm body that he was curled up against, his spouse's soft snores and the rise and fall of his chest where he laid his head. Anything beyond that bubble was non-existent. The weight of Athena and Apollo never processed, no noises outside of their room…just their breathing. Just the warmth they shared. It was a pleasant limbo that Stephen had been enjoying for…however long he had swam into consciousness. If he was conscious. Sometimes the little bubble ended up being a very vivid dream that was eventually unceremoniously popped and he would find himself alone in bed. Alone with his ever loyal wolf still at his feet of course. Tony and Apollo would be long gone if the coldness of the sheets beside him were any indication.

This was real though, Stephen could tell. With just the slightest bit of adjustment, he threw one of his legs over Tony's, and the man instinctively responded by tightening his arm around him and rubbing his thumb along his shoulder. The motion died down after a few seconds and Tony would lie still. Stephen selfishly enjoyed every moment of the peace–

"Mom!" Stephen's eyes snap open when the door flies open, the sound of the rest of the penthouse–namely their children's daily noise–breaks that wonderful bubble and forces the sorcerer out of his stupor. Tony grumbles beside him because he was unceremoniously woken up from his own bubble.

"Nobody lives here by that name," Tony says for him.

"There is when William is being bullied at school!" America retorts.

Of course that immediately got their attention and Stephen was already sitting up. Tony took a few seconds longer, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"How did you find out about this?" Stephen asks as he slips out of bed to follow his newly adopted daughter out of the room. As she led the way to the youngest twin's room, the man mentally kicked himself for ignoring the signs. The boy had been more withdrawn than usual, staying in his room and declining to spend time with the sorcerer like he usually did, whether to read together, practice his magic, or to simply put together a puzzle.

He even openly avoided Harley and Valerie, making them very put out and hurt. If Stephen really thought about it, he could recall that William very gingerly ate his dinner the night before. The conclusion he came to caused him to see red but he stamped the anger down as he and America approached the room. The door was closed and Stephen at least knocked twice before letting himself in, fully expecting the boy to teleport away to escape the situation, but instead he found the boy sitting on his bed looking defeated.

He was clearly tired of hiding the truth or was aware Stephen would follow him to the ends of the earth to make sure he was okay.

The bruise on his cheek was a clear sign that he wasn't and Stephen's rage boiled in his chest.

"I caught him trying to cover it up," America explains before Stephen can ask. "He's been covering it up for days."

Considering the bruise was still rather dark and large, whatever caused it had to have happened at the beginning of the week. Even more concerning was the fact that Cassie hadn't caught on. She was, unofficially, their eyes on the twins while they were at school because they knew how the boys hid things. It had gotten better, but bullying was something they felt wasn't worth bothering their parents about. Stephen could understand to an extent. Schools had a no bullying policy but never really enforced it, or if they did, suspended both parties and washed their hands of it.

It was Peter all over again. Stephen would have to talk to Tony about the usual funding threat to get the bullying to stop like they had done for Peter. It seemed the only effective solution.

"William," Stephen says softly as he crouches in front of the teen. "What's going on?"

For a moment, William didn't make any indication that he would respond, but finally he said, "they said it's because my parents are both guys."

The words sunk in slowly before finally clicking. William was being bullied because he was gay? And on top of that, because they thought he was gay because of his parents? The notion was laughable considering Cassie had gay parents and she was very happily in a straight relationship with Peter and vice versa. Bullies really reach for a reason to ridicule someone.

"Let me see," Stephen says, reaching up to gently tilt William's head to examine the bruise around his cheekbone. The boy winced at the slightest touch, making the sorcerer frown as he sent some healing magic into it. The color lightened but his body would have to finish the healing itself. "America, will you go run and get some ice please?"

"Yup!" The girl rushes out in an instant.

"I want the names of whoever did this to you and your father and I will take care of this," Stephen tells William, smiling when the boy's eyes widen. "Quietly, I promise. This isn't our first rodeo. What I am curious about is how you managed to hide it from Cassie and Thomas."

"They were home sick the day it happened and you were out doing sorcerer stuff, so when I got home I was able to cover it with some of Cass's make-up," William says quickly, or as Thomas would call it, word-vomiting. "I didn't want to say anything because if you or dad or Harley freak out, then I freak out, and I didn't want you to worry about something so stupid–"

"This isn't stupid," Stephen interrupts sharply as he moves to sit next to William on the bed. "Nothing that hurts you is ever stupid. Even something as small as a paper cut isn't stupid…do you know why?"

William swallows thickly, only looking up when Tony walks in with some ice instead of America, and winces when the older man gently applies it to his face. Tony only let go when William held the ice under his own power and moved his hand to place on top of the boy's dark hair.

"Because you deserve better," Tony answers, having obviously heard what Stephen had said and been updated on the situation by their daughter. "All of you do. Every kid does, really. You and your brother had to take care of each other for a long time because no one else would, but you have this whole new family that would take a bullet for you. Hell, there's even a god downstairs that would blow up the school if you asked him to."

Stephen snorts. "Quill's not going to blow up a school."

"The point," Tony rolls his eyes fondly, continuing. "Is that he would. And if we had you when the snap happened, I would have worked that much harder to get my boys back. Losing Stephen, Harley, and Peter like that…I still have nightmares. And you know what? I have nightmares that it happens to all of my kids. You and Thomas, America, Cassie, the girls…" Tony sighs quietly. "Something that may seem stupid to you, won't be stupid to us. You are our kid and we love you. We want you to be safe, happy, and validated. We want you to feel comfortable calling us if you decide to go out partying without telling us and you end up in some kind of trouble."

William's shoulder slump. "I'm sorry. I just…even after all this time…a part of me is still worried that one little thing will ruin everything."

Tony lifts his head up by his chin and smirks at him. "I told you before and I'll tell you again kid. We're in this for the long haul. There are plenty of actual stupid things Peter and Harley have done that made us want to tear out our hair but they're still here. We still love them. Making mistakes is all a part of growing up. Or, in this case, telling your parents when something not so great is happening at school. Capire?"

William nods. "Yeah."

"Is there anything else you need to talk about or tell us?" Stephen asks.

"No," the teen shakes his head this time. "It's just that, I swear."

"Alright. Do you think you can handle pancakes with some strawberries and whipped cream?" A nod from William sends Stephen out the door to make breakfast, but a near collision with Valerie makes him stop.

"Liam better?" She asks quietly and Stephen smiles and brushes her hair back.

"I think so. Maybe if you ask nicely, he'll play with you until breakfast is ready."

It was enough to make the little girl perk up with a smile before hurrying into William's room, almost running into Tony while doing so. The man was fortunately able to move out of the way and snorted in amusement.

"I'm pretty sure if we did try to get rid of him, your daughter would have something to say about it," Tony jokes and Stephen huffs as he turns and descends the stairs to the kitchen.

"My daughter? Just like Lucy is my daughter when she gets into trouble you put her in?" Stephen challenges.

Tony laughs. "In my defense, Lulu climbs those shelves by herself. She doesn't need any help from me."

"After you taught her to do that, you mean."

"I plead the fifth."

Stephen snorts again and sets about making breakfast while Tony goes in search of their youngest. She was found in the living room watching TV with Diana and America, but was eager to be held by Tony, who returned to the kitchen with her in hand. Lucy was happily rubbing her hands along Tony's goatee with her typical gleeful babbling or an actual English word, and the rest of the kids were slowly leaving their rooms. Probably enticed by the smell of pancakes.

"Quill would blow up the school if it were Cassie," Tony suddenly says.

"Quill would find a way to disintegrate someone with lasers from his eyeballs if someone so much as sneezes in her's or Scott's general direction," Stephen responds flatly.

"Don't give him any ideas," Peter yawns, and plops into a seat at the breakfast counter. "He already gave some guy at her school the side eye when he had to go pick her up when she was sick. Like you said, the poor guy just sneezed."

"Was he sitting next to her?" Tony asks.

"I think so. They were both in the office."

"Then he probably silently accused him of making Miss Sass sick," Tony says. "Quill's planning his demise as we speak."

Stephen rolls his eyes and tunes the two of them out as he finishes breakfast, but keeps an ear out when he hears Harley talking to William. He couldn't hear much of what his oldest was saying, but it was clear that he was fussing over his boyfriend and irritated at whoever hurt him. He was surprised to hear Valerie reprimand Harley for upsetting William because of the fussing.

"If you think Quill's bad, I wouldn't want to get on Valerie's bad side when it comes to William," Stephen says to Tony and Peter. "I'm sure she's ready to push Harley out of the room."

"Val?" Peter gawks and gasps dramatically when Stephen smirks. "What is this world coming to?!"

"I saw a stare down between her and Sam when he tried to talk to Will about something that was obviously upsetting him," Thomas adds nonchalantly as he joins them. "She didn't even glare or anything. Just stared. Sam left."

"Seriously. What's this world coming to?" Peter mumbles and Stephen chuckles.

The twins weren't the only ones learning and growing up it seemed.

#mama bear au #stephen strange #tony stark #william kaplan #thomas shepherd #supremefamily #ironstrange #peter parker #america chavez

[lollytea]

I know you like the idea of Grom King Gus so, how do you think Mat would react? Like, obviously, at this point, he's seen Gus defeat much scarier things than Grom so it's not like he's actually worried. But at the same time, this totally ruined his plans!

(Also, how cute would Gus look in the Grom tiara? He'd look so good)

You think King is doing the commentary alone this time or is someone else stepping in to do the commentary for Gus?

Oooooh the HCs this ask filled my head with.

Okay okay so let's just assume that by the time this grom takes place, Gus is 14. This makes Matt 15 and by this point he has a terrible crush on Gus but hasn't actually realized it yet.

(Hunter: I'm gonna tell him.

Amity: Don't you dare.)

ANYWAY I don't think Matt really cares about grom all that much. At least not in the way other kids seem to care about it. He's excited for an opportunity to have the whole student body (and teachers) all in the gym together so he can wreak some havoc. Pranks, photobombing, usual Mattholomule business. And also he's usually pretty hyped to see the Grometheus battle.

But yeah pranks are the main allure of the evening. It hasn't even occured to him to ask anybody, as he just automatically assumes he'll be rejected. Doesn't bother him much cuz there's nobody he's even interested in. (Sure, okay.) He did try to talk Gus into being his partner in crime this year but unfortunately the little dork likes his MC job way too much. If Matt was disappointed by this, he didn't let himself think about it too much.

So yeah when Gus is declared Grom King, nothing about Matt's plans really change as Gus was unavailable in the first place. But no I do think he would worry about Gus. At least a little. Grometheus seems like a formidable opponent to even the strongest witches so even the likes of Willow are afraid of him. That being said, Grometheus has been beaten before and he'll be beaten again. So Matt knows Gus can subdue him for another year. But it's still a little anxiety inducing for everyone, Gus included.

Gus sometimes does this thing where he magnifies the smaller problems so he doesn't get overwhelmed by the big one. So most of his feelings over being Grom King is focusing on how disappointed he is that he can't be the MC this year. And it's made even worse when he learns who's gonna replace him.

"Since when are you interested in being the Master of Ceremonies?!" Gus demands.

Mattholomule shrugs. "I get to be the center of attention for a while. I get a microphone and everyone in the gym has to listen to me run my mouth. Sounds like a pretty sweet deal. Plus you really don't expect poor widdle King to fly solo, do you?"

Truthfully, King had approached Mattholomule and asked. I like to believe that the two get along pretty well and King didn't want to host the event with a stranger.

Gus's eyes narrow and he immediately jumps to the worst possible conclusion of MC!Matt. Like "You're gonna use this position to make fun of me during the battle, aren't you?"

Matt only responds with a shit eating grin and a vague "Hmmm. Would I do that?"

"Yes you would! You totally would!!"

We must acknowledge that Matt is a bit of a bitch. Is it a shitty move to spend the next few days sowing seeds of paranoia within your best friend cuz he keeps thinking about all the ways you could publicly embarrass him in front of the whole school? Yeah it is.

However Matt isn't all that good at being a good supportive friend and comforting Gus during his time of need. He's definitely been forced to try every now and again, but his attempts are always awkward. This is really the only way he knows how to "help."

Gus has been so busy these last few days running up to Mattholomule between classes, blowing up his scroll with messages and showing up on his doorstep all to lay out the ground rules on what he is not allowed to say.

("And don't you dare call me a squirt, I mean it, Matt. And-and I know that Grometheus is gonna show everybody some of my dumber fears like clowns and stuff. Now I told you why those things scare me in confidence, so I don't need you blabbing about it to the whole school. Mattholomule....stop smirking at me like that. Mattholomule, what are you planning? I'm fucking serious. Promise me you won't be a jerk. Promise...")

Essentially, in keeping Gus in a state of annoyance at Matt, he hasn't had a chance think about the battle itself and spiral over it. Matt, in his assholish little way, is keeping Gus's mind off the big whopping nerve wracking thing by distracting him with little nerve wracking things.

Plus maybe he likes getting so much of Gus's attention. But he's not gonna think about that.

Anyway, by the time the Grometheus duel finally comes, Gus is resigned to the fact that Matt is gonna embarrass him a bit. Like he knows he's not awful enough to spill every one of his secrets in front of everybody but he's a massive bitch so Gus knows he's gonna do something. And at this point, as he's standing in the arena, waiting for the Fear Bringer itself to awaken, he's accepted his fate. Okay Matt, do your worst. He's just gonna have to get this battle over with fast so it doesn't last too long. Oh...actually he should probably focus on that battle, right now, huh? Oh. Oh holy shit he's about to fight Grometheus. Holy shit HOLY SHIT.

A strike of terror overcomes Gus's body as the reality of the situation catches up to him and all thoughts of Mattholomule fly out of his brain (took him long enough.)

And then, as the creature begins sluggishly slinking out of the shadows, still not fully awake, and Gus draws himself to his full height, knees shaking, but desperately trying to pscyhe himself up for blood and gore, that loud, obnoxious voice rings out over everything.

"Well folks, looks like it's rise and shine for our buddy, Grometheus and he's ready to spread fear. Unfortunately for him, he's about to come face-to-face with our very own Augustus Porter. I'm sure we all know Gus. Tell us a little about the man of the hour, King.

"You know him! You love him! Gus the illusion master! The speed demon of the Emerald Entrails! Founder and President of the Human Appreciation Society!"

"And all around dork, lets not forget that part. But here's the kicker, folks. Augustus Porter happens to be one of the most powerful witches Hexside has ever known. I feel kinda bad for Grometheus. Poor sucker has no idea what he's up against."

Gus cannot see Mattholomule from where he's currently standing but he hopes he can see him. He wants him to see the bright smile that splits Gus's face. He wants him to know that Gus can see right through him. He feels a bit silly for constantly being tricked into forgetting but Mattholomule is a softie and Gus knows it.

Gus is grinning ear-to-ear as he plunges into the fight. As the battle rages on, illusion against illusion, Matt and King keep up with rapid-fire commentary. There is never a moment that implies Mattholomule feels anything but ferocious support for Gus.

And then...with one final resort, Gus lifts the pendant that hangs around his neck and history is made.

It's all a blur. Mattholomule could hardly recall the details of what happened in that moment if you asked. Maybe it was simply too unbelievable to fully process.

The deafening crowd flatlines into silence.

Gus raises his head and looks upward, as though lost and confused, and the electric blue glow dims from his eyes. He is as shocked as anyone.

Grometheus the Fear Bringer, who tormented the Boiling Isles for centuries, has been defeated.

No...Grometheus the Fear Bringer has been slain. Destroyed by the wave of horror Augustus Porter had inflicted on it.

It's over.

Not a soul in the crowd can speak a word, nor can the MCs.

Heartbeats can be heard.

Until finally, Mattholomule, his hands trembling as he grips his mic, says breathlessly "Let's....let's give it up for Gus..."

Grometheus the Fear Bringer had been killed by Gus, making him...

"Gus the Fear Bringer..." The reverent words unintentionally tumble out of Mattholomule's mouth. An observation not meant to be spoken aloud, but the title fills the silence with the power of a microphone.

One two three seconds...

And the crowd goes absolutely fucking insane.

Gus the Fear Bringer.

Anyway I think Grom King Gus dressed like a star, standing on the dance floor under all those glittering lights, surrounded by friends and fans alike, wearing that beautiful tiara and smiling like that very well might have given Matt his "Oh." moment. Maybe.

I also like to believe that, similarly to how the school became obsessed with Willow once she began to really bloom, Grom was a turning point for Gus's popularity. All of a sudden, Hexside was overrun by Gus fever. People wanted to be his friend, they wanted his autograph, plenty even had crushes on him.

If Matt hadn't fully accepted what he was feeling yet, he might have just taken his jealousy and molded it into something he could understand. Basically he just rolls his eyes at the whole school crushing on Gus. I mean, really?? Gus?? Gus is a dork, get some taste.

My brother in Christ, YOU get some taste!!

#gustholomule

[mystical-lemonade]

Is it alright to request poly! With heartslabyul? With a gn reader

Warnings: N/A

Wordcount: 1,310

Pairings: Heartslabyul x gn!reader, Riddle Rosehearts x gn!reader, Trey Clover x gn!reader, Cater Diamond x gn!reader, Ace Trappola x gn!reader, Deuce Spade x gn!reader

To nobody's surprise, Cater is the one to first bring up the concept of being polyamorous. Cater is fully willing to admit he is totally cool with that kind of thing and that as long as communication is maintained those types of relationships can work out

What is surprising is that Cater was the first addition to the polycule! After being approached by Riddle to offer his blessing if Trey and Cater wanted to date each other, Catet joined and it just kinda kicked the whole thing off.

How the polycule is formatted is this: Riddle and Trey are dating, Trey is also Dating Cater, Cater and Ace are together, Ace and Deuce date, and finally Riddle and Deuce are also in a relationship. (Please see the drawing in the authors note if clarification is needed)

Riddle often organises weekly study dates for the polycule. So that way they can all spend plenty of time together while still managing to get some school work done

Ace definitely brings snacks to try and distract people from their homework and so that they'll pay attention to him

Cater is often more than happy to shower Ace in attention, often going overboard in order to ensure Ace would tone down his clinginess for the rest of the evening.

Surprisingly its always Trey who makes sure the study date devolves into cuddles.

Cater will have a whole archive of posts on Magicam dedicated just to cute candid photos he's taken of the polycule during the study dates.

In all honesty this polycule is a mess at times, because chaos is a given most of the time

But there's minimal to no jealousy involved in the polycule.

As every single one of the Heartslabyul boys will straight up communicate how they're feeling.

For example Deuce has in fact politely talked to Trey about how often he steals Riddle away.

And that he understands that Riddle is dorm leader, but Deuce would appreciate if maybe on the days Riddle and Deuce have dates if Trey could manage the dorm for an hour by himself?

And Trey completely understood. Asking if maybe Deuce would be willing to try and keep the dorm wide chaos he and Ace cause minimal on the days Riddle and Trey have their dates.

Because Riddle can be anal retentive and due to the wide array of grades and extracurriculars the members of the polycule have the 6 of you agree to schedule in dates.

So that nobody feels abandoned or that they're lesser than another person in the relationship

But if there's one thing that's for certain...

Everyone will be affectionate with one another

Does not matter if they aren't dating each otherThey will be holding hands or cuddling at some point

Honestly everyone is very relaxed in the relationship, minimal to no issues.

(Except for how somehow every time Deuce falls asleep in the cuddle pile he ends up kicking or elbowing someone in the ribs. Everyone still loves him anyway though)

Riddle is genuinely one of the sweeter boys in the polycule. Always willing to take you on romantic dates right out of a cheesy romance novel

Would absolutely help you with homework whenever you asked him, even if you aren't in the same year.

Not very physically or verbally affectionate, but he tries his best! Riddle will do things like hold your hand, give you compliments when he can, and offer you hugs.

And on occasion you'll get a slightly pink Riddle coming to you and asking if he can give you a kiss.

Despite this Riddle always ensures you know how he feels about you.

Since Riddle's love language is quality time he often offers to spend time with you whenever you are both available, no wild or pre-made plans needed, just so you both can relax and enjoy each other's company.

Trey absolutely loves to give you physical affection. He will be finding any excuse to wrap an arm around you or hold your hand or give you a sneaky kiss.

Literally any affection possible

The most teasing out of the boyfriends. He will purposefully try and get a reaction out of you, whether it be embarrassment, frustration or disbelief, he wants it.

Especially if he can make you believe he has no idea about what a simple everyday object is.

Trey, like Riddle, isn't the most adventurous when it comes to dates. He much prefers the classic go for dinner and maybe watch a movie kind of dates.

Trey's love language is acts of service, so expect plenty of little favours, paid for with a smile or a kiss.

Your to-do list will be at least partially completed before you could even think of doing the tasks some days.

And expect Trey to be the one to always remember to grab that thing you forgot to get before you left the house. Its quite sweet really.

Cater absolutely loves taking you out to the hottest and trendiest places for your dates. Adventure might as well be his middle name!

His favourite places to take you on dates have to be the interactive art museums/exhibits.

It makes for the best candid photos of you, on top of how fun it is to actually experience!

Cater will constantly be attempting to give you physical affection. Every time you're near each other Cater will somehow be touching you.

Holding your hand, an arm around your shoulder/waist, giving you a kiss wherever he can reach.

The most likely to end up roping one of your other boyfriends into coming on a date with you both.

He's just so excited by the prospect of getting to share a good time with the people he loves

It straight away needs to be said that Ace will drown you in physical affection. He lives for being able to wrap an arm around you and smugly show off how awesome of a boyfriend he is.

Though he will be blushing if you initiate the physical contact when he's not prepared

Ace definitely brings you to his basketball games, and expects you to cheer super loudly for him the whole game. Maybe even wear his Jersey while you attend the game.

He's a firm believer in the tradition of post achievement kisses. Doesn't matter what the achievement is or which one of you got it, he demands a kiss.

A good grade on an exam? Smooch. He got voted MVP on the basketball team during 1 game? Smooch!

Dates with Ace are most commonly on campus or close by. He enjoys more lowkey dates, they're more intimate in his opinion.

Though he will never EVER take you to Mostro Lounge. Not after Floyd spent the whole time teasing him and (in Ace's eyes) flirting with you.

Deuce tries his hardest to make the times he gets to spend with you memorable. Probably takes you on either the most lowkey and sweetest dates or dates meant for adrenaline junkies.

It feeds his ego to be able to take you on a long drive at high speeds on a bike. Your arms wrapped around him tightly as you  race across the island, taking corners so tightly that it feels like you'll start flying.

Deuce isn't much for physical affection, it makes him very shy, but Deuce tries so hard to make sure he tells you how much he loves you. Just to ensure you know for certain that you're loved, (even though his love language is actually gift giving.)

Deuce likes giving you little things that remind him of you. A cute key chain, your favourite snack, a pair of socks with a funky pattern that he knows will make you snicker, an origami frog that he just learned how to make. Pretty much anything that catches his eye that he thinks you'd like.

The Polycule!

I have so much fun making polycules for twst, it just sparks so much joy in my tiny liddol heart.

Thank you for your request Dear. As you can probably tell, I enjoyed writing this post very much.

If you enjoyed this post and want to see more from me check out the previous wishes or make a wish of your own

Sincerely, Jupiter

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[findopulencerp]

                                        𝖗𝖆𝖋𝖆𝖊𝖑 𝖑𝖚𝖎𝖘 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖟

he was born 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐨𝐧𝐞 years ago, he is a 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 who lives in 𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐞𝐧 as the 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞, and is in 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤. he looks an awful lot like 𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐜.

“these violent delights have violent ends.”

TW military, death, violence, blood, experiments

Rafael was born first, months too early, spending the first few weeks of his life in ICU hooked up to tubes and machines to keep his tiny underdeveloped heart beating. My Rafael is a fighter, his mother would say, he has the heart of a warrior. After many close shaves, he was allowed home, swaddled in blankets and told he was going to be loved by his mother and father. They were both kids themselves, barely seventeen, and the toll of a child too much on two not old enough to understand the responsibility of being parents. Thus, they split, leaving Rafael to be raised by his mother, and every boyfriend she would ever have. As he grew, the more his attitude problems became apparent - he didn’t try at school, he beat kids up for lunch money and skipped classes to go smoke behind the bike shed. He’d hang around on the streets till the early morning, selling a bit of weed so there’d be some money to buy his siblings shoes. Before he knew it, highschool was coming to an end, and he needed to do something. Nobody wanted a dropout with a shitty attitude who tended to use his fists over his head - apart from one group of people. Rafael signed up to what he thought was the army ; what he didn’t read in the fine print was that he’d signed away his future and more to a bunch of men with a mad idea about modern warfare.

A special ops team was specifically and secretly created by a team of disgraced geneticists and scientists for the deployment of supernatural beings against whoever at the time was deemed an enemy of freedom. Rafael, along with several other new recruits were chosen due to their disposability; it didn’t always work, of course, sticking needles into humans and hoping that they came out with abilities that would help the countries win wars. It did with him, and with the others who worked, became part of the secretive Delta-56 squadron - known as the Dog Soldiers, a pack of genetically made werewolves. They combined loyalty with efficient violence, the pack mentality meaning communication and teamwork were completely unsurpassed and above that of their human counterparts. With an alpha, named Luke, they were near unstoppable.

Though they were a band of brothers, it was Rafael who ended up becoming the second in command to their alpha. He and Luke were close; perhaps closer than many liked, sharing much more than mealtimes together. The two talked of what they would do after extraction in a few days time, that they could start a life together. Rafael was excited for this, having very little before going into this programme other than a criminal record and two younger siblings he always had to take care of. One last mission, and it would all be over; none of the Dog Soldiers expected such a vicious ambush. Rafael saw his alpha sliced to shreds with silver blades, and it unlocked something wild and dangerous within him. When he came to, there was only blood, and 3 pack members remaining. A radio transmission told the survivors that this had been planned; that the pack was to be exterminated for serving their purpose, that while the test was a success, they still weren’t ready for a proper rollout due to instability. Knowing they’d never be safe, the remaining wolves struck a deal with the men that had made them - they wouldn’t breathe a word of this, of what had been done to them, to anyone as long as they were allowed to walk away. The pack disbanded, and Rafael went back to his shitty mother’s apartment in the city. He couldn’t adjust to civilian life, especially now that he wasn’t wholly human either, struggling to hold down basic jobs and earn a meager living. What Rafael did realize, however, was that being a werewolf was an incredibly useful intimidation tactic. When the landlord raised the rent on the building he and many others lived in, knocked on the door with bailiffs demanding more money from elderly women and single mothers, his sharpened teeth sent them running, and kept the bills low. 

It escalated from protecting those that lived around him, to becoming the doorman of clubs, to becoming a bodyguard for the city's wealthiest criminals. Rafael became somewhat of a hitman for these people, paid to dispense ultraviolence on whoever they felt needed a reminder. This didn’t stop him from falling in love once again with someone unattainable; Alessandra, daughter of a client. He kept her father safe, and made her happy in private. Things like this rarely stayed quiet, and after Rafael was exposed for this betrayal, a gun was pointed in his face. The werewolf saw red, once again giving into the violence that ran through his veins. When he awoke, the floor of the club swam in blood, the only two people not dead were himself and the woman he loved. Without a word to his family, Rafael left, eventually settling in Opulence. He’s been in town a few years now, currently the owner of The Cage, and often has his fingers in many underground and illegal pies.

“what power did he attain when settling in opulence?”

Rafael has been seeing dead people since he walked over the border and into Opulence. They hang around people, and look the exact same as when they died. He has very little interaction with them, and can only perceive the spirits that have attached themselves to a person or a place. It’s very unnerving, though they are often gone as soon as they appear.

this character is…taken

#supernatural rp #oc rp #mature rp #town rp #horror rp #taken #oscar isaac fc #werewolf

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Forgotten Ties - Chapter 10 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Nim went to school for two more days and then stopped.

What was the point?

There was no way things would hold together long enough for him to graduate from high school and even if they did, he doubted having a high school diploma would matter one bit in whatever future he had in store for him.

Besides, he had more important things to worry about.

Every day, he jogged up to where suburbia blended into nature, shifted and explored the woods.

He was trying to find a path through them that was previously untrodden but which wouldn't be too treacherous to lead a group of little kids through.

He still hadn't figured out the 'what then' of it all.

He was the oldest, except for Skye, so he felt like he should be the one to figure these things out but it was no simple task.

They had fuck all money or resources and they had to somehow figure out how they were going to live in the woods, potentially forever.

They didn't talk about any of this with Joanne and Peter but Joanne and Peter also hadn't asked about the packing or Nim going on long walks instead of going to school.

They'd heard the same things the rest of them had, the same plans government officials kept bringing up that never included quite enough details to know what exactly they intended to do or when.

Marigold was still going to school because she wanted the kids to keep going to school so that they could hold onto some sense of normalcy but she stayed up late into the night going over what they had packed and reading books on survival.

Skye wouldn't say much about the situation and even less of substance but Nim started to notice him spending more time playing with the kids in the evenings and intercepting any tantrums.

He was keeping them busy to take pressure off of Marigold.

Nim had expected something to have changed between him and Skye after the cheek kissing incident but it really hadn't.

They hadn't talked about it.

They hadn't touched one another since.

To be fair, everyone was a little distracted but Nim didn't like the ambiguity of it.

The last thing he wanted in his life just then was more unknowns.

So, one night, he made a move.

Skye was in the bathroom, brushing his teeth after the kids had all gone to bed.

Nim watched in the reflection from the mirror as Skye awkwardly navigated the brush around the unconventional shape of his teeth.

As Skye spat and rinsed his mouth out, Nim stepped up close behind him and placed a hand on his hip.

Nim hadn't left Skye much room to move but the direction he did lean in was decidedly away.

Nim immediately dropped his hand and stepped back.

He braced himself for either a confrontation or for Skye to tell him that it was okay and he'd just been surprised.

Neither came.

Skye put his toothbrush back in the cup and walked away.

Nim didn't know how to interpret that other than as a resounding and brutal rejection.

He'd thought he'd been starting to understand Skye, had been so proud of himself for realising that Skye was helping out with the kids rather than making less charitable assumptions and now... this.

He lingered in the bathroom brushing his own teeth and getting ready for bed and by the time he returned to their room, Skye was curled up under his blankets, ready for sleep.

Nim hesitated in the doorway for a moment before flicking the light off and heading to bed.

He didn't sleep well that night.

While Marigold and the kids were at school and Nim was out, Skye slept.

That was all he wanted to do these days.

Sleep and eat.

He'd been trying to be responsible and helpful by keeping the kids entertained but he wasn't mentally designed for such things.

Nobody understood how hard it was for him to spend that much time interacting with other people.

It made everything else harder, too.

Sometimes when he tried to talk, his words came out all mixed up but mostly he just couldn't be bothered to try.

Talking was always a bit of an effort for him in a way he was pretty sure it wasn't for other people and it was the first thing he gave up on during times of stress.

[greywoodrpg]

𝕣𝕒𝕗𝕒𝕖𝕝 𝕝𝕦𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕫

he was born forty-one years ago, he is a werewolf who lives in wolf crossing as the owner of the cage, and is in no pack. he looks an awful lot like oscar isaac.

“these violent delights have violent ends.”

tw: military, death, violence, blood, experiments

Rafael was born first, months too early, spending the first few weeks of his life in ICU hooked up to tubes and machines to keep his tiny underdeveloped heart beating. My Rafael is a fighter, his mother would say, he has the heart of a warrior. After many close shaves, he was allowed home, swaddled in blankets and told he was going to be loved by his mother and father. They were both kids themselves, barely seventeen, and the toll of a child too much on two not old enough to understand the responsibility of being parents. Thus, they split, leaving Rafael to be raised by his mother, and every boyfriend she would ever have. As he grew, the more his attitude problems became apparent - he didn’t try at school, he beat kids up for lunch money and skipped classes to go smoke behind the bike shed. He’d hang around on the streets till the early morning, selling a bit of weed so there’d be some money to buy his siblings shoes. Before he knew it, highschool was coming to an end, and he needed to do something. Nobody wanted a dropout with a shitty attitude who tended to use his fists over his head - apart from one group of people. Rafael signed up to what he thought was the army ; what he didn’t read in the fine print was that he’d signed away his future and more to a bunch of men with a mad idea about modern warfare.

A special ops team was specifically and secretly created by a team of disgraced geneticists and scientists for the deployment of supernatural beings against whoever at the time was deemed an enemy of freedom. Rafael, along with several other new recruits were chosen due to their disposability; it didn’t always work, of course, sticking needles into humans and hoping that they came out with abilities that would help the countries win wars. It did with him, and with the others who worked, became part of the secretive Delta-56 squadron - known as the Dog Soldiers, a pack of genetically made werewolves. They combined loyalty with efficient violence, the pack mentality meaning communication and teamwork were completely unsurpassed and above that of their human counterparts. With an alpha, named Luke, they were near unstoppable.

Though they were a band of brothers, it was Rafael who ended up becoming the second in command to their alpha. He and Luke were close; perhaps closer than many liked, sharing much more than mealtimes together. The two talked of what they would do after extraction in a few days time, that they could start a life together. Rafael was excited for this, having very little before going into this programme other than a criminal record and two younger siblings he always had to take care of. One last mission, and it would all be over; none of the Dog Soldiers expected such a vicious ambush. Rafael saw his alpha sliced to shreds with silver blades, and it unlocked something wild and dangerous within him. When he came to, there was only blood, and 3 pack members remaining. A radio transmission told the survivors that this had been planned; that the pack was to be exterminated for serving their purpose, that while the test was a success, they still weren’t ready for a proper rollout due to instability. Knowing they’d never be safe, the remaining wolves struck a deal with the men that had made them - they wouldn’t breathe a word of this, of what had been done to them, to anyone as long as they were allowed to walk away. The pack disbanded, and Rafael went back to his shitty mother’s apartment in the city. He couldn’t adjust to civilian life, especially now that he wasn’t wholly human either, struggling to hold down basic jobs and earn a meager living. What Rafael did realize, however, was that being a werewolf was an incredibly useful intimidation tactic. When the landlord raised the rent on the building he and many others lived in, knocked on the door with bailiffs demanding more money from elderly women and single mothers, his sharpened teeth sent them running, and kept the bills low. 

It escalated from protecting those that lived around him, to becoming the doorman of clubs, to becoming a bodyguard for the city's wealthiest criminals. Rafael became somewhat of a hitman for these people, paid to dispense ultraviolence on whoever they felt needed a reminder. This didn’t stop him from falling in love once again with someone unattainable; Alessandra, daughter of a client. He kept her father safe, and made her happy in private. Things like this rarely stayed quiet, and after Rafael was exposed for this betrayal, a gun was pointed in his face. The werewolf saw red, once again giving into the violence that ran through his veins. When he awoke, the floor of the club swam in blood, the only two people not dead were himself and the woman he loved. Without a word to his family, Rafael left, eventually settling in Greywood. He’s been in town a few years now, currently the owner of The Cage, and often has his fingers in many underground and illegal pies.

“what power did he attain when settling in greywood?”

Rafael has been seeing dead people since he walked over the border and into Greywood. They hang around people, and look the exact same as when they died. He has very little interaction with them, and can only perceive the spirits that have attached themselves to a person or a place. It’s very unnerving, though they are often gone as soon as they appear.

penned by... mina

#supernatural rp #town rp #oc rp #mature rp #literate rp #horror rp #oscar isaac fc #werewolf #military tw #death tw #violence tw #blood tw #experiments tw #retired

[worldofroma]

April 6 2023, Thursday - 9:02am

I think there may be someone living in my house without anyone knowing. Either that, or theres a ghost. Other people may assume that my latest encounter with this person was a dream, but I disagree. I was woken up in the middle of the night after hearing something in my room and glanced over to the door, watching someone leave my room. It was only a quick second as my door blocks the vision of the doorway from where my bed is, but I saw the back of someone, a man, as they left my room. On top of that, I’ve had many occurrences where I’ve heard someone walking around downstairs while I’m home alone or even heard russling of a plastic bag that immediately stopped when I approached the room I heard it coming from. Of course, I didn’t open the door. I was too afraid. The room it was is a storage room with the basement, the trapped door basement. It’s not even a real basement either, it’s all muddy and torn apart. It looks straight out of the house from the Blair Witch Project. I don’t know who they are, I don’t know why they’d want to be in my house, but I really don’t like it and every day I feel more afraid to be in my own house.

On a more common topic, I find now that I really only have one friend. Kaitlyn is really the only person I talk to outside of school, nobody else. I have the odd conversation with Hannah or Kyra sometimes, but not very often. And a lot of people may find that sad, but honestly, I love it. I can barely care for myself and pay attention to my needs, let alone 2 or 3 or 7 other peoples. When I was in the friend group of 4, it was so tiring. I always felt as if one of them was mad at me, one of them was judging me, and the other was leaving me out simply because the other two felt like it. It was exhausting and draining. Not only that, but it felt like the only way I could have a real conversation with them was when I was high. They’re all in a relationship with shitty people, or they’re the shitty one, and it seems to be the only thing they can talk about. I mean, I get it, he didn’t answer your phone call or he hot boxed a car with his friends without telling you, but at a point I really don’t give a fuck. Hannah has been in a relationship with her boyfriend for over a year now and they’re both so toxic to each other. Everytime I hung out with her while they were together (they still are, I just haven’t spent time with her in a long time), she was either on the phone arguing with him or complaining about an argument they had the night before. And every single time I heard about these arguments they started, they were so fucking stupid. Both of them are manipulative and problematic, constantly holding each other back, but honestly, they deserve each other. Kyra has been having a lot of issues with guys. Her first boyfriend, only a few months ago, slept with her and cheated on her with one of her friends from their new friend group of snobby horse girls. Yes, in my area, being a horse girl is popular. Someone save me. After that, Kyra went on to “hoe around” with a few guys, being called out of a slut from multiple people from our school, and is now dating some NPC guy from our school I had never even seen until they started dating. Odd. Kaily, well, I think Kaily is the least aggressive when it comes to talking about her boyfriend. I’ve met him, I had to at Christmas because of our family, I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before but we’re technically step sisters in a confusing way. But he’s a nice guy, younger than her, but nice. I haven’t hung out with Kaily one on one in a really long time, so I haven’t experienced her rants on her boyfriend, but I can only imagine. One thing I do know though is that they spend almost every night together, even during the week. I can thank Mya for giving me almost all of this information. But a few weeks ago, it was Kaily’s birthday. She had a party at her house with a few girls including Hannah and Kyra, and she invited me. It seemed genuine, but I declined. I told her that I’d rather not attend a party with people I don’t get along with, knowing there was a possibility that I could cause something between them with how petty I can be, but after the party had already happened, I felt awful. I put the fact that I didn’t want to be around people I didn’t like above the feelings of someone I used to be close with. I should’ve went, it was her birthday, but I didn’t. Afterwards, Mya told me that Kyra got extremely drunk, went on a rant, and blacked out before 8 o’clock. I honestly feel bad for her. Kyra and I never talk anymore, but her and I used to be the closest in that friend group. Almost everyday for the past few months, she’s shown up to school high or smoked at breaks. But at the same time, I don’t feel bad for her.

Kyra is now friends with a girl we’ll call Izzy. Izzy used to be really close with Kaitlyn and her family until they got to high school. They were best friends, and Kyra and I were best friends, so after they came to high school (Izzy and Kyra are both one year younger than us) we brought us all together to become a friend group of 4. But Izzy is a shitty person. She’s a massive pick me, she’s annoying as fuck and constantly talks with a toddler accent, and she talks shit about everyone she knows. But for some reason, Kyra found her much more interesting than I. Izzy began asking to hang out with only Kyra instead of Kaitlyn and I joining, and instead of brushing it off, I took that to heart. That was the first time ever that Kyra had went along with someone else to ignore me. And after that, I became really depressed. I started to get high all the time, I became friends with two guys that most definitely just wanted in my pants, and I started going to parties that a rapist hosted all the time. I lost myself from that. I unfriended Kaitlyn with the argument that I felt as if I couldn’t help her through her issues and I didn’t want the responsibility for it. I couldn’t even take care of myself. I tried to become closer to Kyra, Hannah, and Kaily again, but it was only becoming more and more toxic after that. Everyone was constantly slipping little insults to each other within every sentence we spoke and it was draining to be around them. Kyra only ever wanted to hang out with me when we got high together and started ignoring me at school when she met up with her horse friends. I was at the lowest point in my life. Luckily, I had a class with Kaitlyn right near the end of that year, grade 10 year, and after at least 6 months of not talking, we became friends again. But only after that summer. Kyra and Izzy are now best friends, on and off from time to time, but it seems that they only have each other now.

I’m not sure if I mentioned this yet, but I’m fully convinced I wasted my year of being 16. During the entire thing was when this depressive state took place, I found myself doing nothing in my spare time but staring at my phone endlessly. For my 16th birthday, I knew that I had to plan something fun to do in order to keep up my “positive mind” appearance. So I planned a trip for Hannah, Kyra, Kaily, and I to go to Toronto, stay in a hotel, and go shopping. It was fun at first, but the tension only grew as time passed. Kaily’s mom and my mom came along which was great because they’re best friends too, but Kaily and her mom have serious beef. Her mom’s not abusive or anything, but they are always both in the wrong. Kaily’s anger issues don’t help. By the end of the first day of the trip, Kaily’s mom had stormed into our hotel room and screamed at Kaily for disrespecting her the entire day, Kaily had even gone as far as to kick her mom with a Dr Marten boot on. It left a pretty colourful bruise. The next day was extremely awkward. Kaily never said it straight up, but because her mom came with us, she helped pay for the hotel with her rich boyfriend and due to that, it was obvious that Kaily expected that trip to be partially hers too. And I could understand why she thought that because her birthday wasn’t too far from when we went on this trip, all of our birthdays were in January, February, and March, but it was my birthday. My birthday, and I felt like the entire time I was letting everyone else choose what we do. We went out for dinner the first day and got all dressed up for it. I was fully expecting to find a beautiful dress that compliments me great, but they made the choice for me that we all wear black dresses. Ugly black dresses, in my opinion. And if you’ve picked up anything from what I’ve wrote so far, I’m a huge people pleaser to a certain point. Including when it comes to what I wear, because I would rather match with others than stand out knowing they’re judging me for it. So, I went along with it. I haven’t seen that dress since and I hope I never have to see it again.

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