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shrimpybbq · 1 month ago

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season 4 pt1 with rafe, high school gf and their son!

rafe and high school gf who spread his dad’s ashes together. they’re on rafe’s boat together as he spreads the ashes, her arms wrapped around his waist comfortingly. he wouldn’t want anyone else to be with him for this moment

rafe is pretty content with hiring a babysitter to look after the kids when he wants to spend some time alone with his girl, and when he decides to compete at the enduro, he deems the day kid-free. no one would think the couple had two kids and a house together as they stood together on the beach, her hands brushing tenderly against the nape of rafe’s neck as he sat on his bike.

“You’ve got this baby, you know that? It’ll be a piece of cake,” she said, her voice quiet. This was a moment between the two of them, and no one else needed to hear. Rafe still disliked sharing intimate moments in public brazenly, but he still needed reassurance and love.

He nodded, bringing her closer to him as he placed a quick kiss against her lips. “I’m gonna win this for you, baby.”

rafe absolutely adores when he gets to bring his smokin’ hot wife out with him to the events on figure 8. he loves to let his girl get dressed up and all pretty (for him), knowing she sometimes felt frumpy after looking after their kids all day. they’re at the club when rafe starts yelling at a random girl, enraged by her comment about his dad. his wife now having to drag him away with the help of topper, her hands soothing over his chest to try and distract him. it had been really hard for him since his dad died, and he swore he’d only survived bc of his wife and kids.

the couple are at the club they frequent together when hollis speaks to rafe, who after their conversation was no longer paying attention to the older woman, instead focusing on the girl he suddenly tucked under his arm

“And who is this?”

“This is my wife,” Rafe said with a smirk, his arm wrapping around his girls shoulders, placing a quick kiss to the top of her head. At that, the older woman’s smile dropped minutely, quickly excusing herself.

“Who was she, baby?” His wife asked, watching as Rafe turned the business card over in his hand.

“Uhh.. the biggest realtor/cougar on the island.”

“Oh ok, sounds like just your type, huh?”

“Baby, nonono, why would I want a cougar when I have the hottest milf standing in front of me?”

Rafe shielded himself from her playful swats as she came closer, his arms wrapping around his wife’s frame easily and lifting her off the ground.

“Come on baby, you know you’re the only one I want.”

rafe talks about his business deals with his wife often, her lounging on the pool chair as he vents his frustrations. he felt she was the only person he could tell everything to, and she would provide him with advice and solutions that actually helped, not just telling him what he wanted to hear

their son is resting on the other pool chair, exhausted after playing in the pool for hours with his mother and father, whilst their daughter rested on her mother’s chest, sleeping after being fed

rafe feels all of his frustrations slip away when he’s with his children - their innocence and happiness making him feel much lighter

girl dad rafe! he loves charlie but there’s something about his little girl who looks so much like her mother, who adores him and always outstretches her chubby little fingers towards him, that makes rafe’s heart melt

he spoils his little girl more than he should, buying her all the little dresses and shoes and accessories a baby could ever need

rafe who asks his wife to teach him to braid so he can practice for when she’s older!!!!!

girl dad rafe training charlie to be protective over his sister and make sure he’s always by her side

rafe had been addicted to coke, and while he’d managed to give it up, he had replaced the coke with alcohol. high school gf notices and does her best to reduce his intake, but truthfully, after seeing how difficult is was for rafe to stop the coke, she knew that this was probably the best she would get for a while. still, he doesn’t escape without a raised eyebrow when he goes to get another drink from the fridge

topper who knows never to talk bad about rafe’s girl - EVER. he made that mistake once and lived to regret it, having to lie to his parents that he fell from his bike. topper actually likes her now, and he gave himself the title of uncle topper to the cameron kids

as a husband, rafe is so handsy in public. he doesn’t care what people think about him anymore, so he lets himself squeeze and touch as much as he wants

beach time bby! i feel like honestly, rafe doesn’t like bringing his kids around the drunken kooks. they’re rowdy and rude, and rafe is trying to be better

so instead, he loves to take the family down to their private stretch of beach adjacent to the house, and relax and play with the kids. it’s so peaceful to him, and he truly feels content with his life in those moments. he’s got his hot as shit wife in a little bikini with their daughter tucked in her side, and little charlie is climbing all over rafe as he tries to get his father to throw him in the water again

oh he 100% helps his wife pick out her bikini that day, tying the tie for her, his hands roaming a little too much as she giggles in front of him

she had told him once that she felt insecure after having their children, her body a little different than it used to be. truth be told, rafe loved it. every time he looked at her body naked, fucked her or held her in his arms, he was reminded that she brought their children into the world. she gave him purpose and love

(he also likes that her tits are bigger from breastfeeding and loves to squeeze them whenever he can)

rafe is such a good dad bc he puts everything he has into being there for his children. they’re his entire world and everyone can see it

still, he needs frequent reassurance that he is nothing like the father his dad was, instead, he cares and nurtures his children

rafe discusses his plans to make amends with sarah with his wife, and she gives him strategies to try and talk to her (not that he tends to take them), but she also misses sarah

charlie who still asks for his aunty every now and then, making his mothers heart break. sarah hasn’t even met their daughter yet :(

when he makes the decision to do the deal with hollis, he does it for his family. he wants to look after them, and this deal would do that for them.

but when she hits on him, sensually touching his hand, he makes his priorities clear to the woman as he scoffs, pulling away from her

“I’m married…. And you know that - you even met her. I’m doing this deal for her, and for our family, so….”

rafe has problems but that man is so loyal, he actually couldn’t ever imagine wanting anyone else. he fought so hard and went through so much to keep his high school gf by his side and now he feels that she is the only person in the world who understands him fully. in his mind, it’s them against the world

click here for pre-season 1 rafe, gf & their unborn son

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xoxojuyo · 4 months ago

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Nanny | jjk (m)

✦ summary: you take a babysitting job for the wealthy Jeon family, one night you get to see Mr. Jeon in the kitchen, finding him much more attractive in person than in photos. Despite his seemingly disinterest in you, he comes to you one night, summoning you to his studio.

✦rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

✦ pairing: dilf!Jungkook + f!reader

✦ warnings: married!jungkook, dad!jungkook, he is a father of two, older!jungkook, power imbalance relationship, he is your boss’s husband, mistress!reader, cheater!jungkook, swearing, kissing, boob play, finger licking, slight choking, fingering, degradation, penetrative s3x, no mentions of contraceptive use, he cums inside.

✦word count: 3.5K

✦a/n: this is written in first person, oopsie. hope you enjoy.

The clock indicates 9PM as I tiptoed out of the children's room, my steps light and cautious, mindful not to wake the little ones. I was the Jeon’s trusted babysitter.

My sister worked as Mrs. Jeon personal trainer. The woman would spend her whole day at the country club, pilates in the morning, then tennis and swimming lessons at the afternoon. She spent zero time with the kids, she is finally home after 7pm, but it was almost like she warded off her kids, I’m convinced she hates interacting with them, at nights she went to her room or to the patio to have dinner while FaceTiming an unknown man, that was my second hint that she could be cheating on Mr. Jeon, actually at that point I was pretty convinced. She went out with her friends during the weekend nights, going on clubs, bars or some girls night, she always had a plan, some days she wouldn’t come back until Monday morning, with her hair tangled and unkempt, pumps off and a dry colorless face.

She had fired the previous babysitter after she found out she was stealing some of the kids clothing and selling them online, she was an old lady who pretended to be a retired and experienced children psychologist, Mrs. Jeon never cared enough to read her resume, turns out she wasn’t, and it only took the effort of googling her name to find news about her other scams on rich families pretending to be a kind babysitter, and not only she was stealing the kids’ clothes, also Mrs. Jeon’s jewels.

Shortly after she hired a young kindergarten teacher, only lasted a week. Mrs. Jeon thought she was too flirty when she greeted her husband, truth is she never saw them interact, it might be the fact that the girl had a rising onlyfans page that Mrs. Jeon found about because the gardener had recognized her, and also because she was an impolite vegan, the girl demanded rudely to the chef to make her a special vegan meal, so Mrs. Jeon told her to not come back the next day.

Once the door clicked softly shut behind me, I let out a quiet sigh of relief. Babysitting could be exhausting, but I cherished these moments of tranquility after the children had drifted off to dreamland. I made my way to the cozy living room, settled onto the plush sofa, eager to enjoy a few moments of relaxation.

My sister received a call for help from Mrs. Jeon. Desperate because if she didn’t find a new babysitter before the kids finished their school day she had to stay with them for the rest of the day. My sister said she sounded as if someone had died, in complete panic. I got my sister’s call for help, she wanted to be in her boss’ good side and also to get my ass out of the couch once and for all.

I had just graduated, and conveniently unemployed. I had tried my luck in a big city, completely failed and had to return home. Had been rotting in my family home for almost a month until my sister told me she had a job opportunity for me.

- Just focus on taking care of the kids, don’t engage with the male employees on the house, she will think you are fucking them, she hates sharing her men. And if you get to see Mr. Jeon when he arrives early from work just say good night without making eye contact, no more exchange, understood?

In fact, I had never seen Mr. Jeon in person. There were huge family pictures all around the house walls, and small frames on the shelves that portrayed his beautiful face.

Mr. Jeon is a handsome man, with youthful features and athletic physique. From chatting with the maids I learned that he goes jogging at 6 AM, to the gym at 7, has breakfast at 8, then heads to work until 9 to 10 at night when he arrives home, takes a shower and goes to bed.

As weeks went by, my love for the kids grew, just as much as my curiosity for their gorgeous father.

The couple didn’t share a room, in fact, apparently they hated each other. They were a happy pair until she was “forced” to bare his children. Both families had agreed to unite in all aspects including business, but the warranty was to have at least one male that would take over everything one day. They did, the youngest of the two children was a beautiful and healthy boy, but Mrs. Jeon was left traumatized and deformed after the pregnancies, which caused the fall of their successful marriage.

Linda, their oldest maid said that it all started even before they got married, because both were compulsive cheaters that enjoyed to have interaction with people bellow their status, such as maids, trainers, secretaries, drivers, bodyguards, etc.

As I reached for a book from the nearby shelf, I heard a faint rustling sound coming from the kitchen. I paused, my heart skipping a beat. Perhaps it was just the house settling.

This weekend I had been tasked to stay over and take care of the kids while Mrs. Jeon was on a girls trip to Indonesia, she’s coming back on Monday.

I’d say Mrs. Jeon trusted me, I was her beloved personal trainer’s sister and I’ve been doing a good job taking care of the kids, acted as if the chef, the gardener, the drivers and the new pastry cook didn’t exist. She was happy with my work.

Her instructions were to just normally complete my Friday - Saturday routine with the kids, but to stay over to keep an eye on them at night, she didn’t trust the maids, one time she had a nightmare in which they all grabbed forks to kill them and fed her a broth made with their bones, ever since she’s been paranoid, she says they hate her so much she believes they are capable of doing it.

It was Friday night, the kids already asleep, I would usually go home after this, but I had to sleep on one of the guest rooms to check on the kids, and Saturday morning prepare them for their swimming lesson and entertain them for the rest of the day.

But then I heard it again, unmistakably—a soft shuffling, like footsteps moving across the tiled floor. My breath caught in my throat as I debated whether to investigate or retreat to the safety of the children's room. The staff had already ended their activities, they were all supposed to be in their chambers.

Summoning courage, I rose from the sofa and tiptoed towards the kitchen, my pulse quickening with each step. The dim light from the living room cast eerie shadows against the walls, adding to the sense of uneasiness that gripped me.

Peering cautiously around the corner, My eyes widened in astonishment. Standing in the center of the kitchen was a figure—Mr. Jeon, very alive and kicking.

He was so much more handsome in person, an unreal beauty. Blazer and tie off, sleeves up his elbows revealed his tattoos, they covered his whole right arm and hand, first three buttons undone letting me see part of his chest, he was bulked. A piercing adorning his lower lip, another on his right eyebrow, a couple more on his ears.

I had heard he did that to his body after he found out guys with piercings and tattoos gave Mrs. Jeon the ick. Apparently he really wanted her away from him.

- Who are you? He asked confused, looked like he already had a few drinks, was peering at the fridge looking for a beer.

- The babysitter.

- What happened to Ms. Barlowe? he asked while opening the beer can and pouring it in a glass.

- She was fired two months ago. I tried to respond as concisely as possible, but this man was making me feel things that would put this job on risk. He liked getting inside the staff’s panties? Then he could take me right here.

- What’s your name? How old are you?

- y/n, hadn’t you heard it’s impolite to ask a woman’s age. I’m old enough.

- Old enough? For what? He chuckled.

- To be your children’s babysitter. I said jokingly, nothing matters anymore, this man has me on my knees acting all flirty.

- Once we had a 16 year old. He said looking at me, taking a sip of his beer.

- Not that young, more like old enough to buy alcohol all that stuff. I said while looking down at my feet, shyness taking over me all of a sudden, I shouldn’t have said anything.

- Are you staying the night?

- Yes, I have to keep an eye on the kids while your wife is away.

- Then I’ll see you around doll, I need a shower. He winked and walked to leave the kitchen, when he passed by me he patted the top of my head.

What?! The nickname got me all confused and flustered, but then the way he touched my head, was it all in a “oh how cute” way? Or a “let’s fuck till daylight”?

I stood there, still processing the whole conversation we had, now I feel embarrassed.

Headed directly to the guest bedroom and took a shower too. I felt so hot, cheeks red and teary eyes. Got my pajamas on, don’t I own a prudish set? Pair of pants and an oversized tee. If he were to walk into the room and saw me wearing this, I bet he would laugh.

Of course I couldn’t sleep a wink. Thinking the hot man was somewhere under the same roof. Foolishly kept imagining things, the way his hands would feel against my skin, his big hands around my throat, long fingers inside my pussy. Oh god!

The mere three or four hours of sleep I got, I slept them like a dog, after about three orgasms I achieved by rubbing my clit. It felt awful afterwards. He was a married man after all, he didn’t love his wife but they were together, he got two children who I adored and spent a lot of time with.

Mr. Jeon would never look at me like that anyways, I bet he had a bunch of women already. Models, celebrities, escorts.

Saturday morning I had breakfast with the kids, I usually arrive after they had finished. Once done we head upstairs to get ready for their swimming lesson. They had a private instructor every Saturday to teach them how to swim, I sat on one of the pallets by the pool.

After the lesson ended, the kids wanted to stay and keep playing in the pool, it was a hot day since summer was around the corner.

- Pleaseee! You can grab one of mom’s swimsuits. The oldest daughter insisted I should join them on their little chasing game inside the water.

- I’d like to but it’s almost lunchtime and then we have things to do remember? You wanted to go to the supermarket and buy snacks. I insisted that it wasn’t a good idea, even though I really wanted to jump into the fresh water, but maybe it would seem shameless.

I ended up getting in. One of the maids brought me one of the many Mrs. Jeon’s bikinis, she told me she grabbed it from a big bag full of clothing she was about to throw away. It was a tiny black Valentino bikini with a white outline.

We played for a while and then got out to have lunch, we sat in the outdoor dining table, all soaked, the tips of our fingers wrinkled from spending too much time on the water.

And then he comes out from inside the house, wearing a black polo shirt tucked in a pair of navy blue jeans, black Saint Laurent sunglasses. He took them out and looked at me from head to toe, licking his lips.

Was he home the whole time?! I’ve never ran into him on Saturdays. I was standing up beside the table, opening a can of sprite for the youngest son.

The kids waved at his father and continued eating, he gave each a kiss on their forehead and stood in front of me.

- When is my mother supposed to pick them up? He said, head lowered to look at me in the eyes.

- Tomorrow morning.

- I’ll tell her to take them today, have everything ready. He said putting his glasses on and heading to the garage.

I’m already imagining things, foolishly thinking he might have a hidden intention to ask his mother to take the kids early, maybe all he wants is my ass out of his house and I’m here all nervous believing he might want some alone time to fuck my brains out, very unlikely.

Once the kids were gone I went to my room, packed everything. I was meant to leave after the grandma took the children TOMORROW, now they are gone and I’m confused on what should I do.

More like expecting Mr. Jeon to come home and…

Toc, toc, toc.

He opened the door and looked at me sitting on the edge of the bed.

- On my studio, in five. He said and quickly closed the door and left.

What the fuck?!

I was almost having a panic attack before I knocked his studio door three times. I decided to change into a white tank top, no bra, white cotton panties and a pair of blue stripped pants, what I had intended to wear tomorrow.

Heard a small come in, and opened the door to enter.

He was sitting in a grey loveseat, manspreading, left hand on his crotch, right holding a cigarette between his lips, such a breathtaking view.

- Come sit with me. He ordered patting the couch.

I walked slowly, still shaking from the nervousness. Sat next to him, hands and eyes on my tights, I couldn’t look at him.

- Is this what you want? He took my hand with both of his, which made me look at his face. He was waiting for an answer.

- What do you mean? Of course I knew what he meant, I guess I just wanted to hear him say it to be sure.

- Do you want me to fuck you? Here, right now?

Yes.

He grabbed my face by my chin and pressed his lips against mine. He let me set the pace at first. His lips were soft, breath tasted like tobacco. I could feel how at times he was struggling not to kiss me harder.

So I let him slide his tongue inside my mouth. He grabbed my hips to place me on his lap, groaning at the feeling of my covered pussy on top of his crotch. He bit and dragged my lower lip, his kisses started to descend from my chin to my neck.

- From the first moment I saw you, your eyes were pleading me to fuck you, then I saw you in that tiny bikini, so naughty.

My pussy was throbbing, his words and his desperate kisses against my skin had me drunk in pleasure already.

He took the hem of my top to remove it, tits bounced right in front of his eyes. He chuckled and looked at me with a smirk, grabbed them with his huge hands, caressing them as if they were two stress balls. With his thumb, he started rubbing my nipples, eyes on mine the whole time.

- You like that princess?

I was a moaning mess, nodded and arched my back. It felt so good, a numbing sensation right into my pussy hole, soaking wet.

He left my nipples to grab my buttocks, automatically started to rub myself on his bulge. He closed his eyes and moaned, then kissed my lips hungrily. Grabbed my waist and helped me pace my movements, he laid back on the couch, locking his eyes to mine.

I stood up to remove my pants, once off he grabbed my hips and sat me on his lap, this time my back against his chest. His rough hands start to brush my body, from my breasts to my stomach.

- Open your legs princess. Obeying immediately to his command, I was already desperate for his touch down there, couldn’t help but to feel powerless under his touch.

I whimpered as I felt his hands pushing my panties to the side, and started to stroke my clit. He then took his fingers to my entrance only to remove them quickly. I moaned and turned my head to look at him in disbelief. He brings his fingers up to my mouth, coated with my juices.

- Lick them.

I slowly wrapped my lips around his long fingers, doe eyes staring at his while circling my tongue against his digits. Spit dripping from my chin and his hands, such a filthy sight. He then removed them from my mouth producing a popping sound.

He took those two fingers down my pussy again, inserted them into my pulsing hole. His hands are skilled, every move he makes hits the right spot, I dropped my head back in pleasure and let out an embarrassingly loud moan, he started kissing my neck, sucking and licking.

- Such a filthy whore, you like my fingers? He said with a deep voice, groaning in my ear. His eyes were fixed in my pussy the whole time, he seemed to enjoy watching his fingers going in and out of my hole.

He had been fingering me for a while, when I felt that familiar response down my pussy, a numbing sensation signaling my orgasm was close to take place.

Jungkook thrusted and curled his fingers hitting the right spot with insane accuracy each time. His cock throbbed underneath me, my thighs trembled as I tried to keep them spreaded. The sight spurred him on as he added another finger, I groaned loudly at the stretch he was now giving me with three fingers.

- Come on baby, cum all over my hand. He mumbled against my ear. It didn’t take long for my release to come. Jungkook groaned, shifting his hips to get some friction himself as he helped you ride it out.

He laid me against the couch before his mouth littered hot kisses across my chest only pausing when he felt my fingers delicately trail along the waistband of his pants, looking forward to undo the button. Jungkook met my gaze with a smirk on his lips.

- Please sir, can I have your cock now? I asked, my eyes innocently blinked up at him. Jungkook groaned at my words, he felt himself twitch desperately against his cotton prison as he looked at my doe expression patiently waiting for him. He gently pushed me on the soft silk couch before beginning to free himself. His cock slapped against his stomach, pre cum already leaking from the tip which he used as lubricant as he gave himself a few pumps.

My legs automatically opened for him to slot himself in between. I felt his tip prod at my entrance, he began to rub, coating his hard dick with my juices. Jungkook sunk himself into my throbbing heat. He started off at a slow pace, kissing my neck softly. Once he felt me clench him, Jungkook started to move faster.

My moans caused him to thrust harder as he found himself wanting to draw more of them out of my pretty lips. It didn’t take long for me to become cockdrunk as I clutch at his forearms, the intense arousal forming again in your stomach. Jungkook felt his balls tighten at my chants.

- Fuck! Yeah sir fuck me harder, I love how your cock feels inside me. My words spurring him to drive himself deeper inside me. My eyes rolled back and my body went limp in his arms as I came for the second time that night. My body was sensitive as he kept thrusting through My orgasm trying to chase his own. He watched my eyes roll as I let him continue to use me like the a slut.

- Oh my god! Sir, please cum inside me, I want your cum inside my pussy. My willingness to submit to him caused his hips to sputter and coat my walls. I could feel his cum warming me from the inside causing me to smile at the feeling of being full of the essence of my boss’s husband. The action solidified the new dynamic between the two of us.

Jungkook pulled his softening cock out of me gently, I heard him get off the couch and leave the room to get a wet cloth to help clean up the mess in between my legs. I snuggled my head into the pillows behind.

- You did so good for me baby, was this okay? Is this what you need? Jungkook asked, sitting next to me on the couch. He moved some hairs away from my face and began stroking my cheek awaiting a response.

- I loved it, thank you sir. I spoke with a soft smile. Jungkook’s helped me slip into the comfort of the bedding in the guest room, he laid in the bed scooping me into his embrace. I laid on his chest whilst he stroked my back, lulling me to sleep with his actions and for the first time I slept peacefully in the embrace of my new lover.

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opossumprints · 1 month ago

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I'm Your Guy part 1

Mike Wheeler and Steve Harrington have a complicated relationship. Most people assume that they only barely tolerate each other because of Steve’s past relationship with Nancy. Most of the party assume they reluctantly get along because of the Upsidedown; trauma bonds forged in Hell and a need to survive.

The truth runs deeper than that.

Steve knew Mike long before any Demogorgon sunk its claws into Hawkins. Before Steve was Nancy’s boyfriend, he was Mike's babysitter.

At first, Mike really did hate Steve. He hated Steve for being there instead of his parents, or even Nancy. He hated Steve for the rumors he had heard about the older boy. But mostly he hated Steve for needing Steve.

The Wheeler parents spent very little time in their own house, leaving several hours when their children would be home by themselves. For a while, it wasn't a problem because Nancy was there but Nancy joined as many after-school clubs as she could on the literal first day of her freshman year. That meant Mike needed a babysitter.

He tried to argue that he could take care of himself even though he knew that wasn't true. Even if it was, there was still one problem. Mike couldn't take care of Holly.

So Ted Wheeler grabbed the first decently responsible-looking high schooler he could find and that was that.

Mike couldn't hate Steve for long though. Not when Steve would actually play with Mike and Holly, not when he would cook on nights when Mike's parents would be out late and Nancy couldn't bother to be home, especially not when Steve bought Mike The Dungeon Masters guide despite knowing nothing about the game just because mike wanted it and was 4 bucks short.

So it's complicated.

He gets really annoyed with Steve, like all the time, and sure it pisses him off that his babysitter started dating his sister only to dump her and be a complete asshole. But he hasn't hated Steve for a long time.

On the other hand, they're not friends.

Mike isn't really nice to Steve and Steve doesn't really hang out with Mike one on one anymore. Mike doesn't treat Steve like one of his friends either.

Mike cares about his friends, there is nothing he wouldn't do for the people he cares about and there is a lot he wouldn't do for Steve.

Mike knows he gets jealous pretty easily (and deep down he knows he's a bit too possessive of his friends) but he's working on it.

It's been forever since he snapped at one of The Party for doing something without him. He didn't even complain when Holly, El, and Max had a sleepover and he wasn't allowed in his own damn basement.

But right now even he can tell all his progress has flown out the window.

Because right now he's glaring daggers across the room where Steve and Eddie are sitting cross-legged hunched over the Wheelers' coffee table, Eddie is Teaching Steve how to play DnD...that's supposed to be Mike's job.

For the first hour, he rationalized it as having always been the guy to teach people how to play DnD. But if he’s honest, for the first time since he’s met the guy, Mike feels possessive about Steve, Mike's jealous That Eddie and Steve are doing this without him, He is angry that this is happening.

Because it's not just about Eddie Stealing Mike's job--It's not just about Mike.

You see, Steve asks a lot of questions about a lot of stuff and everyone in the party is Steve’s guy for something or other; Dustin is the science guy, Lucas is the comics guy, Will and El are the Upsidedown guys, Max is the movie/videogames guy.

And Mike? Mike is the fantasy guy.

Mike has always been Steve’s fantasy guy, he's always the one Steve asks about how magic works or what Moradoor is.

Mike should have been the guy Steve asked to teach him how to play.

It's not fair that after everything they've been through together, Eddie gets to swoop in and be Steve’s new go-to fantasy guy just like that.

What if it doesn't stop there? Now that the Party is officially in Highschool Steve does have much reason to hang out with any of the party just by themselves besides them being Steve’s guys. What if Eddie becomes Steve’s guy for everything?

Mike can't let that happen.

#stranger things #mike wheeler #jealous mike wheeler #steve harrington #eddie munson #pre relationship #steddie #ficlet

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apollosgiftofprophecy · 4 months ago

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immortal apollo kids headcanons!

this is specifically for the rrverse versions of Apollo's immortal kids! but feel free to think about it in the mythology context too! :3

Hymenaeus

still has a room in Apollo's palace

still sleeps in it

but he also has a room in Eros's because he's an Erote

this makes for some awkward situations when Apollo and/or Eros have to go to the other's place to grab him for something or other

they basically share custody of him

divorced dads behavior

when he was little he tried to get people to marry his dad because he reeeally wanted to plan his dad's wedding

technically, he succeeded, because he was the one who made Apollo/Cyrene's marriage official XD

his hair is fluffy like a sheep's fluff. also somewhere between strawberry-blonde and a very light amber. and reaches to just under his chin. don't forget the floppiness tho >:3

has his dad's bright blue eyes

LOVES his dad's swans. and corvids. he loves birds.

probably because he also has wings

wings are brilliantly white with a soft pink and gold flush

never looks older than 16

many of the other Erotes find Apollo hot. Hymen is distinctly horrified to know this.

Himeros: Your dad's a DILF

Hymen: a what?

Anteros: don't you dare-

Himeros: A Dad I'd Like to FUCK-

Hymen: *much screaming*

Ialemus

also still has a room in Apollo's palace

as a matter of fact, he still lives in said room

his room is also in apollo's basement (he wanted it there)

he is the emo kid. but he's also not necessarily antisocial

he just likes his solitude. and honestly, mood

imagine dragons is a favorite band. and hozier. he likes "slower" songs as well as sad ones

has Apollo's long hair, but in a very dark brown

has vivid green eyes. like radioactive ones.

likes ponytails

cows are his favorite animal

they are calm creatures he can ramble too so he likes them

knows a lot about things. comes with listening rather than talking ;)

WILL infodump

Apollonides

these girls are the PARTY KIDS

they are the ones throwing parties in their dad's house at 2 am

they also still live in Apollo's palace

frequent clubs and discos; can be seen at concert venues and are in many of the big city concerts (ie, Las Vegas, Madrid, Vienna, ect.)

Borysthenis is the 'oldest' (Hypatē - the lowerest & first string on the lyre); has curly brown hair and dark green eyes

Apollonis is the 'middle' (Mesē - the middle string); has Apollo's blonde hair, but straight, and dark eyes (crow-like, even... >;3)

and Cephisso is the 'youngest' (Nētē - the highest string); has poofy black hair and silvery-blue eyes

Hypatē has a comfy sort of style, such as sweaters and sandals

Mesē likes to wear aesthetically dark clothes with silver accents

Nētē wears blouses and loose jackets

one time they highjacked the sun chariot and got away with it by pulling the puppy eyes

they have demigod children in CHB

Asclepius

the baby

died at 15- still treated like he's 10

snuck onto the Argo mission at 13

Idmon and Orpheus played pass the babysitter with Jason

He kicked Heracles in the shins once for "trying to steal my dad's stuff!!"

Atalanta and Asclepius were buddies

The Boreads played games with him to keep him occupied

went on the Calydonian Boar Hunt to make sure Atalanta didn't 1) hurt herself; or 2) kill someone

he grew up in the beginning stages of CHB

in 'camp' with him were: Jason (the oldest), Atalanta (raised by bears), and Hippolytus (it was his boarding school).

Theseus dropped by sometimes and Asclepius was able to smuggle his way into his belongs so he could visit Athens. just because :)

Jason and Atalanta freaked out and they and Hippolytus went on a 'quest' to find him

Phoebe the hunter is his favorite sister

he befriends snakes quickly

he died at 15

his death pushed Phoebe into distancing herself from her other siblings

when he was resurrected, he wasn't allowed to see Apollo

his only visitors in his prison medical school is his wife and children. he hasn't seen or heard from his father or any sibling in centuries.

has his mother's shiny black hair but his father's curls as well as his bright blue eyes

Aristaeus

the REAL baby

has anxiety

severe imposter syndrome

pov: all your siblings are great and wonderful and accomplished people. and you made cheese and honey :)

mom and dad were very proud of u ofc but you feel like you didn't even do much

especially when your cool older brother went on the Argo mission even though he knew he would die (RIP Idmon)

gets easily defensive over agriculture (specifically the innovations and how they have taken over the Good Ol' Days's way aka his way)

(he got that from his dad <3)

he also got his dad's blonde hair, but in a honey tone. his skin tone is also darker and closer in shade to Cyrene's

makes really good charcuterie boards

hangs out in the Midwest

visits his mom in Cyrene, Libya (he is a good son ty)

(ironically) mice are his favorite from his dad's sacred animals

he hates locusts though

don't u love it that apollo's number is 7 and he has 7 immortal kids...

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no. 18: Hot Single Parent and babysitter/nanny for mctwinks pls!!

18. hot single parent and babysitter/nanny

There’s a million things that lead up to Lando being broadcasted to the entire F1 watching world with a baby strapped to his chest, but the shortest version of it is this;

He’s in London for a gig, playing at some night club he’s already forgotten the name of, when Max texts him if he wants to go to the Silverstone GP. And Lando loves Silverstone, and he hasn’t been to a race in forever, so he says yes.

When he gets there, excited to watch some racing, he’s instead confronted with Max’s teammate Oscar Piastri, who is cute and serious and looking a little frazzled and holding a baby.

The baby, Oscar tells him, is his daughter Harper. His nanny bailed on him at the very last moment and everyone seems to be busy and he needs to find someone to take care of her right now so if Lando could move out of the way that would be great.

To which Lando opens his mouth and says, “I can watch her.”

So. Baby.

Harper is a pretty chill baby, all things considered. Oscar had been a bit hesitant to hand her over initially, but after the approval of Max and Lando’s assurance that his brother has kids and he knows what he’s doing, he’d strapped the complicated baby carrier situation to Lando’s chest and given Harper a goodbye kiss on the top of her head before heading to the track.

And it’s not like Oscar and Lando are stranger to each other, either. They’d seen each other over the years, in the paddock whenever Lando came to visit, at parties. Most notably Max’s birthday party two years ago, where they stood outside and talked for nearly two hours, and Lando was so convinced they were going to kiss.

But they didn’t. So.

Harper babbles happily and Lando glances down at her, adjusting the giant baby proof headphones so they cover her ears properly. “Are you excited to watch your dad’s race, Harper?” He asks, to which Harper answers with a decisive, “Ba!” as she slams her fist against Lando’s shoulder.

“Me too, little bug, me too.” Lando says.

The race is pretty good. From where he’s sitting Lando has an excellent view of the track as well as the option to watch the screens for the parts he can’t see, and he entertains himself by pointing out things out to Harper, who mostly babbles happily and waves her fists around in answer.

When Max crosses the line in first, Oscar in second, Lando puts up Harper’s little hands in a cheer and she actually giggles. After that he makes his way back to the Red Bull Motorhome to wait for Oscar, stopping along the way to talk to some people he knows, most of whom give him very amused looks when they spot Harper.

He’s just taken a seat in hospitality, when he gets a text from his sister. You never tell me shit anymore :((((( It says. Lando frowns. Attached is a message, and he nearly drops his phone when he opens it and sees what it is.

It’s a screenshot from the live broadcast, showcasing Lando and Harper, clearly in deep conversation about something on track. Lando hadn’t even noticed the camera had been on them. But that. That isn’t really the important part. The important part is the caption.

The intention, Lando hopes, must have been for it to say ‘Lando Norris; professional DJ, holding Oscar Piastri’s baby’.

Instead, it says, ‘Lando Norris; professional DJ, Oscar Piastri’s baby’.

“Oh go-“ he glances at Harper. “-Goody,” he finishes. His friends are never going to let this go. Max is going to have a field day. Maybe he can just ignore it ever happened. Sweep it under the rug. Pretend-

“Hey baby,” Oscar Piastri says, appearing next to his table.

Lando cringes. “Ah,” he says, “you saw.”

Oscar shrugs, seeming entirely too chill about the whole thing. “Max saw it, on the big screens. Mentioned it in the cool down room.” Which is Oscar speak for ‘teased him relentlessly about it’, probably. Lando winces in sympathy. “I’m sorry,” Oscar continues.

“Nah, not your fault,” Lando says, waving his hand around. “Besides,” he adds, trying very hard to keep a straight face and not do something embarrassing like blush. “It’s not the worst thing to be, you know. Your baby.”

“Oh,” Oscar says, and his cheeks turn an absolutely delightful shade of pink, and suddenly it’s just like two years ago, standing in the courtyard of a club Lando’s long forgotten, staring into Oscar’s deep brown eyes like they’re the only two people on earth.

Which they’re not, as Harper gladly reminds them by choosing that exact moment to say, “Aga ba,” and slamming her fist against Lando’s cheek.

Oscar’s demeanor changes immediately, his smile mellowing out in something so soft it tugs at Lando’s heart as he reaches for her daughter, who twists around to face him and lets out a delighted string of babbles.

Lando unstraps her and hands her over, watching as Oscar quietly asks her how her afternoon was and then getting the softest, fondest look on her face when she babbles happily, albeit completely nonsensically, back at him.

“Thanks, for watching over her.”

“Yeah,” Lando says, standing up himself. “No problem. Anytime.” Anytime, all the time, forever if you’d let me. God, he’s pathetic. A cute guy is nice to him twice and he’s immediately willing to go down on one knee.

“Right,” Lando says, and there’s a moment, a small moment, where Oscar looks at him expectantly, and he thinks fuck it. I could just ask him out. We could make it work. But then he looks at Harper, still cradled in Oscar’s arms. Thinks about his schedule for the upcoming week, which is so incredibly full he’s going to have to ask his PA if she can please schedule him time to breathe, and realizes that no matter how much he might want this, it’s just not possible for them.

Being Oscar Piastri’s baby is always going to be just a meme on the internet.

“Well,” he finally says, shoves his hands in his pockets. “See you around.”

Something flickers, in Oscar’s face. Disappointment, maybe. Or maybe Lando’s just projecting. Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter. It isn’t going to change anything.

He leaves the Red Bull Hospitality without looking back.

#landoscar #mctwinks #twinklaren #IM SORRY I MADE IT SAD #drabble #ask game

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techramonic · 4 months ago

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What are some facts or tidbits about Daniel that you don't think is very well-known?

Hey! Thanks for the great question. I have a few things not a lot of people have talked about Daniel, all of which are information taken from his father's book: "Walking in Daniel's Shoes".

Facts about Daniel Mauser

1. Daniel's name came from the Biblical character Daniel and his mother Linda's fondness of Elton John's song titled with the same name. Conner was Linda's maiden name and since she was an only child, it was a way for them to carry her family's last name.

2. In sixth grade, he struggled somewhat with depression. After his mother sent him to a therapist, it was revealed that he was feeling stressed because at the time, he had pneumonia and missed school a few times. He felt that his teacher was pressuring him to catch up. Fortunately, he recovered after a few months.

3. Daniel used to be in cub scouts and boy scouts for a few years. Once school had became more hectic and he was more engaged in piano lessons, he dropped out of the scouts. He had earned basic badges but was not too enthusiastic with scouting long-term.

4. On July 24, 1999, Boy Scout 359 installed a park bench in Daniel’s memory along the South Rim Trail at Roxborough State Park, ten miles south of Columbine. Daniel was once a member of the Boy Scout Troop that preceded 359. Roxborough was the Mauser family’s favorite hiking area.

5. He played chess and won second place in a Denver metro tournament as a member of the school's chest club team. He also won two National Science Olympiad awards, presented to the top ten scorers in general science knowledge.

6. He was an occasional babysitter and was great with kids.

7. He was a Junior Volunteer at Swedish Hospital for two summers and helped in the pharmacy and he expressed interest in working in a medical or medical research field.

8. Despite winning often in games like Super Mario Brothers and even Foosball, his dad had caught on he was getting bored of playing with him, but despite that, he still played whenever he was invited because that was how much he loved his father.

9. He had a keen interest in current events and social issues and was a frequent reader of Time Magazine and viewer of 60 Minutes.

10. His father said he sometimes worried about little things, like if the gas tank in the car was getting too low.

11. He played soccer for a couple of years when he was younger, tried skiing, and played baseball on a YMCA team.

12. Before his death, Daniel's Biology teacher told his mother that he would be receiving an award for outstanding sophomore biology student. It was a supposed secret, one which Daniel never found out.

13. His family was very close. Tom described them as a "Dinner Table Family", who always ate dinner together. According to his father's words, "there was no sneaking off to watch the TV or play on the computer. We are together, talked together, and exchanged stories."

14. Daniel and his sister were close despite their contrasting personalities. Daniel was more like his mother—shy, introspective, intelligent, and calm. His sister Christine was like her father—outgoing, witty, a bit wild and crazy. He would often roll his eyes at her and in an exasperated tone, he would exclaim, "Theater people! Oh, my God!"

15. He had a dry sense of humor and his mom thought he prided himself on being a rational sort of fellow who was not given to drama of any sort.

16. Tom, Daniel's father, grew out of poverty. He came from Finelyville, a small town south of Pittsburgh. His father was a coal miner, his mother was a housewife, and he was the youngest out of four siblings. Tom rarely had pictures of himself. However, he didn't want that to happen with his children, so he would frequently take their pictures and film them to keep memories.

17. Daniel didn't like his pictures being taken when he was a teen. His father would still insist to take pictures for keepsake.

18. When he was fifteen and a half, Daniel was qualified to receive his driver's permit but he said he wasn't ready yet.

19. His nickname in debate class, according to Devon Adams, was "Moose": "So appropriate —it's a large, amusing but quick and fierce when-it-needs-to-be animal."

20. Daniel volunteered to rake the leaves off the lawn of a neighborhood senior citizen's house after he recently had a heartattack.

#daniel mauser #daniel!#columbine 1999 #understand and remember #asks

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harringtonstilinski · 6 months ago

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The Alchemy - Eddie Munson

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader Word Count: 5,165 Warnings: quick gif, fluff, angst, steve being an ass, Requested: no | yes; i hope this meets your expectations, anon friend!! <33 Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! I either aged up Dustin, or aged down Steve, Reader, and Eddie. I guess I'll leave it up to your interpretation. I don't think the gif goes with it, but oh well. If you like this, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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Steve Harrington. Hawkins very own it boy, and Hawkins High King.

Eddie Munson. Hawkins residential freak, and Dungeon Master to the Hellfire Club.

Then there’s you. Hawkins High Queen, and best friend to Hellfire’s Dungeon Master. You were crowned Queen when you and Steve started dating. Hating the title, you ignored everyone that referred to you as Queen.

You weren’t popular by any means. Just a normal girl that had her nose stuck in a book in the corner of the room. Steve had noticed you one day during Study Hall, thinking that you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

So, one day when you were in class, Steve had walked up to your locker in the empty hallway, asking you to meet him in between the gym and the building next to it, to which you had heaved an anxious sigh and walked to that meeting spot.

When you had arrived, he was leaning against the wall, looking just as nervous as you were. The two of you had talked about why he wanted you there; so that he could tell you about his feelings for you, and vice versa.

It wasn’t no secret that almost all the girls at Hawkins High had a crush on Steve. All he had to do was just glance at them and they’d all swoon and sigh at what they would call a small interaction.

Steve could’ve had any girl in the school, even Nancy Wheeler, but instead, he chose you. Mainly because you weren’t like the other girls trying to grab his attention. You would have cared less about getting attention, but it was one day in homeroom when he showed up late to school with his usual breakfast; a bacon, egg and cheese sesame bagel. He usually only had one, but one particular morning, after you had caught his eye, he decided to get you one as well.

Having overheard a small conversation you had with one of your friends, he smiled to himself and got a bagel sandwich for you; a plain bagel with a sausage patty in the middle. Pretty simple meal for a pretty simple girl. When he had placed it on your desk, you looked a little stunned, looking up at him as he walked by, a small smile appearing on your face as he disappeared from your view. From that day between the buildings, the two of you had been inseparable. It made your little brother, Dustin, happy to see that his favorite sister and babysitter turned older male best friend got together.

Although you were thankful that you were with Steve, it took your time away from your best friend, Hawkins resident Freak and Hellfire’s Dungeon Master, Eddie Munson, who had also turned into your brother’s other older male friend.

You loved Eddie, he made you laugh, made you feel comfortable when you would go sit at Hellfire’s campaigns reading your books, and he made you feel like the only girl in the world… until Steve came along and swept you off of your feet.

Now, as you were standing at your locker skimming over yesterday’s work to figure out what you need for today, you noticed from the corner of your eye a body leaning against the lockers next to yours. Sighing, you smiled a little, smelling the light scent of nicotine. “What do you want, Eddie?”

“What makes you think I want something?” he asked, crossing his arms and resting the bottom of his Reebox on the lockers he was leaning against, his leg bending at the knee.

“Because everytime you lean next to my locker, you always ask for something,” you said, looking into the depths of your locker to find the textbook for your next class, grabbing it along with a notebook and pencil before finally looking at your best friend.

“Like what?” Eddie asked, turning his body so that his shoulder was the only thing touching the locker door. He smirked a little before leaning his head down the slightest bit and off to the side.

“Like a lighter, notes from class, for me to sit at Hellfire to keep you company when you have Jeff, Gareth and Doug.” You closed your locker, hand resting against it as you looked him in the eyes with a soft smile. “I’m guessing you’re gonna ask about Hellfire.”

With his mouth agape, he couldn’t help but just stare at you before dramatically putting his hand over his heart. “How you dare think that I would-” Dropping his arms, he placed his hands on his hips, a semi-serious look on his face. “Yeah, I’m asking you to come to Hellfire tonight.”

You chuckled, looping your arm through his that he held out for you to take. “Okay. Let me see if I can move some things around tonight. I know that Steve probably has something planned-”

At Eddie’s sigh, you stopped talking, looking at his profile. “I just don’t get why you have to move things around for him. Just to hang out with me. I mean, I’m your best friend, for fuck’s sake.”

It was your turn to sigh, your footsteps halting before you gently pulled at Eddie’s elbow, his head quickly turning over his shoulder to look at you. “I know, and trust me, it gets a bit tiring having to talk with him about my hanging out with you. But he is my boyfriend, so I have to take his feelings into account as well.”

Sighing again, Eddie hung his head. “I just don’t like you having to pencil me into your schedule.” He looked back up at you, seeing the sad look in your eyes. “I wish it was different.” Looking above your head, he rolled his eyes and looked off to the side, the movement not going unnoticed by you.

With furrowed brows, you started to ask, “What’s wro-” before your body was lifted up, your feet coming off the ground as a squeal left your throat. When you were placed back down, you turned to see who it was, audibly letting out a breath at seeing your boyfriend, Steve. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

You went to see if Eddie was still standing behind you now to tell him that you’d meet him at lunch, but at seeing his form retreating down the hall to the rest of Hellfire, your shoulders sagged a little, feeling bad for your best friend.

“Why were you talking to Eddie the Freak Munson?” Steve asked, lacing his fingers with yours to continue your walk to class.

“Because he’s my best friend, and he met me at my locker,” you said, the words coming out in more of a question than a statement. “He asked me a question that I need to talk to you about.”

Sighing, Steve brought his hand up to his hair, running his fingers through the strands. “What did he ask about this time?”

“If I could sit in at Hellfire tonight.”

Feeling a light pull on your hand, you turned to see that Steve had stopped walking, forefinger and thumb pinching the bridge of his nose. “We have plans tonight,” he said. When he looked at you, you could see a look irritation in his eyes. “We can’t cancel tonight.”

Sighing and rolling your eyes, you said, “I’m sure Nancy can reschedule.”

“Why the fuck would she reschedule? You’re the one who set this up.”

Taken aback, your eyes widened at his remark. “Uhm, newsflash, Steve, you and her set this ‘study date’ up. Not me.” Deciding to be defiant, you crossed your arms over your chest, caging in your books and standing a little bit taller. “You can go without me. I’m hanging out with my best friend.” “Your best friend that’s a freak?” Steve retorted, voice getting a little loud.

“Just because he likes to play a fantasy game doesn’t mean that he’s a freak.”

All Steve could do was let out a humorless chuckle. “I can’t believe I’m arguing with you about this in the middle of the damn hallway.”

You sighed, not really wanting to hear anymore of it. “You’re the one who stopped, not me. You’re the one who decided to try and pick a fight, not me. I’m going tonight, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

As you walked away, you couldn’t help but look off to the side, seeing your brother’s somber eyes on you, sadness filling them as he had watched yours and Steve’s disagreement.

~~~

Storming into the drama room, you groaned exasperatedly while walking to the ‘throne’ Eddie had made for you. It didn’t register to you that there was a campaign going as you sat down and said, “I can’t fucking believe Steve.” Turning to face Eddie, mouth agape with a sigh leaving your lips. “He told me I couldn’t cancel plans that he made with Nancy fucking Wheeler. Plus, on top of that, he called you a damn freak!”

“That’s, uhm, frustrating, sweetheart, but–” Eddie said, but you still went on to interrupt him.

“I get enough of that shit from everyone in this fucking school and godforsaken town.” Reaching into your bag, you grabbed your book, opening it to the page you had set your bookmark to earlier in the day and leaned back in the chair. “I mean-” Closing your book, you sat up again, looking at your best friend. “Who the hell does he think he is?!”

“Your boyfriend?” Eddie said, more of a question.

You thought for a moment, looking above his head in thought before closing your eyes and shaking your head. “Yeah, but that’s not the point,” you said, opening your eyes. “You’re my best fucking friend. He knows that. His damn ego is getting in the way, and I won’t stand for it! He tried to argue with me about it after you asked, and then again in the parking lot!”

“Sweet–”

“No, no, let her go,” Jeff says in a whisper. “I want to see what kind of shit she says about her own boyfriend.”

With a deep voice, you said, “You’re not hanging out with Munson because all he wants to do is fuck you, and I think you wanna fuck him, too.” Groaning in aggravation, you tilted your head back some. “He’s such an asshole when it comes to you.” Pointing at Eddie with your elbow resting on the arm rest, you said, “You know what I think? I think he’s fucking jealous. Yeah. Uh-huh. He’s jealous. All because I want to spend time with my teddy bear of a best friend who is definitely not a freak.”

Letting out a huff, you opened your book back up, bringing your legs up to bend at the knee, your feet in the chair, letting your eyes scan over the words of your book. Waving towards the table, you said in a more calmer voice, “Carry on.”

“Ohhh-kaaaaayyyyyyy?” Eddie said, confused as ever. He was still stuck on the fact that Steve basically outed his feelings to you.

It was true. Eddie liked you. As more than a friend. Who could blame him, though? He liked you because you’re funny, smart, can match his sarcasm when needed, you listened to him ramble on about the latest campaign he was planning or the new heavy metal tape he had just bought. You made Eddie feel like the only man on earth, and he liked– no, no - loved you for it.

But what he and Steve didn’t know… was that your feelings for Eddie were reciprocated. You just acted on your feelings for Steve because you didn’t think Eddie felt the same way. It was a weird love triangle that you had found yourself in; liking two guys at the same time, but didn’t know who to choose until Steve answered that internal question for you.

Granted, you and Steve have been dating for the last six months, but still. The way he treated Eddie was bothersome. You didn’t like it, and every time you tried to voice your opinion on the matter, he didn’t want to have anything to do with it, not wanting to pick that fight. It didn’t feel right, the way Steve would dismiss your feelings on the subject, but you didn’t want to ruin this new thing you had with him, so you dropped it, hoping the next time it got brought up would be different.

With each passing moment you sat with the boys of Hellfire while they played their campaign, you couldn’t help but glance up at Eddie from time to time, and wonder how much different life would be if you were with him and not Steve. How much leniency he would give you to hang out with friends of your own.

Sure, being with Steve was great, but as the months passed, you realized that your feelings for Steve weren’t there anymore. They were elsewhere. They were for Eddie, and a lot damn stronger than you realized. It only took just now, watching him smile, and stand to playfully argue with his best friends for you to realize it.

It wasn’t until an hour later that you were walking with Eddie to the parking lot of the school, laughing at something that he said when you heard your name being called. Looking around, you spotted that maroon BMW that everyone in town knew was Steve’s, the teenage boy standing at the open door of the driver’s side. Even from where you were standing, you could see the scowl on his face.

Turning to Eddie with a sigh, you informed him that you had to go and that you’d either call him later that night or see him the following day at school, to which he looked at you with hesitance on his features.

He looked at up Steve, moving to the side a little to try and block Steve’s view of you… or that’s the way Eddie saw it as, but to you, you saw it as a way of protection; protection against Steve’s hard gaze on you, protection from those hazel eyes that you can feel burning holes into your skin.

“Listen,” Eddie said, so softly that only you can hear. Looking back down at you, he continued his words. “If you need anything, and I mean anything, you call me. You find a phone, and you call me. If Wayne picks up, you tell him where you’re at, and I’ll come get you as soon as he tells me.”

You could see the sincerity in his eyes as he spoke, not wanting any harm to come to you. Sure, Steve had never laid on you, but Eddie never knew if he was the type to strike at any moment for whatever reason he saw necessary, and you could see the conflicting emotions in his eyes.

Lifting a hand to rest on his cheek, you didn’t miss the way he sighed softly, closing his eyes as he ever so gently leaned into your touch before opening his eyes when you started to speak. “I’ll be fine. He’s never hurt me, and even if he did, you’d be the first person I call. And then Hop.”

Eddie nodded, closing his eyes on more time. Lifting his own hand to engulf yours, he turned to his head slightly, kissing the bottom of your palm before lowering both of your hands. “Come on,” he whispered. “Let me walk you to his car.”

Reluctantly, he let go of your hand, turning to start the small journey to Steve’s car, the latter sighing in impatience.

“It’s about time,” he breathed. “Come on. We’re gonna be late.”

Confused, you stopped at the front of the car, looking at him with confused brows. “Late? For what?” Feeling a hand on the small of your back, you relaxed a great deal, knowing it was Eddie who was trying to bring you comfort.

“The study thing with Nance,” Steve said, almost like it was obvious. “I called her and pushed the time back, which she was confusingly okay with.”

You knew the double meaning behind his words. It didn’t take the biggest nerd in school to see that his feelings, too, had shifted from you to Nancy. “Is anyone else going to be there?” you asked.

Shaking his head, Steve replied, “Nope. Just the three of us.”

“Okay, well, you can go alone and I can just go home,” you replied after thinking for a moment about it. “I’m tired anyway. I’ll probably just fall asleep.”

Sighing, Steve hung his head for a moment before picking his head back up, looking at you with so much dominance, it honestly started to scare you. “You’re going with me, and that’s final. Let’s go.” Sliding back into his seat, his gaze never strayed away from you, watching your every move.

It’s not that Steve didn’t trust you, he did. It was Eddie he didn’t trust. Steve could see it from a mile away that Munson had feelings for you, and that they weren’t going to go away anytime soon.

Sighing, you turned to face Eddie straight on, bringing a hand up to mess with the patch on his denim vest that was closest to you so that Steve couldn’t see… or at least you hoped he couldn’t see. “I think it best if I just go with him. Don’t want to have another disagreement about it.”

Eddie could see the disappointment and hurt in your eyes. He knew that whatever was going on in your relationship wasn’t good if it started to turn sour this quickly. “I mean it, sweetheart. You call me if you need me.”

Looking up at him, you could see adoration in his cynical eyes. “I will. Don’t worry. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Being there. Being my be–”

“Come on, babe! We gotta go!” Steve interrupted.

Groaning quietly in frustration, you hang your head, eyes closed. “I swear, I’m gonna break up with him if he keeps acting this way.”

Sighing, Eddie wrapped his arms around your shoulders, bringing you in for a hug. Resting his cheek on the top of your head as you wrapped your own arms around his middle, he closed his eyes, not liking that you’re feeling this way towards your boyfriend. “Hopefully, things get better between you two. I don’t like seeing you like this.”

Hesitantly, you let him go, looking up at him. “I’ll call you later, okay? Or I’ll see you tomorrow. Whichever comes first.”

“Whichever comes first.”

You smiled at each other before Eddie kissed the area of your forehead where your hairline started. He turned and walked away, eyes cast in front of him as you watched his form get smaller and smaller.

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The next three months were more or less the same; you wanting to hang out with Hellfire on their campaign days after school, Steve saying that you two had plans when you didn’t recall making any, you two disagreeing about it, etcetera, etcetera. When it was almost time to wrap up the school year, you were surprisingly excited, having been invited to Hellfire’s End of the Year party.

Eddie had recruited you to help him plan it out, and with the help of everyone saying they’ll bring certain supplies, you were more than excited about the party. It was all you and Dustin could talk about for weeks, the both of you asking your mother if the party could be held at your place, to which she happily agreed to.

When you relayed the message to Eddie, he smiled so big that you thought he’d split his cheeks into two. He had picked you up and spun you around, hugging your body to his in glee, until a throat being cleared stopped the happiness between the two of you.

Setting you down, your smile died, seeing Steve standing with his hands on his hips. “Hey, babe,” you said, almost stuttering.

“Let me walk you to class?” he asked, holding his hand out for you to take, which you did. Before you could say goodbye to Eddie, Steve had pulled you down the hallway, standing in an open spot by the bulletin board, pointing to the picture of the Hellfire club. “You’re not going to that party.”

Taken aback by his sternness, you raised your eyebrows in surprise, eyes widening a little before furrowing your brows in slight anger. “Excuse me?”

“I said you’re not going, and that’s final.”

“You can’t tell me what to do,” you said, crossing your arms defiantly. “It’s at my house.”

“Then you’re not staying.”

“Yes, I am. Again, you can’t tell me what to do.” From behind Steve, you could see your little brother stop at the front doors of the school, watching the scene unfold before him, Eddie and Jeff coming up on either side of him, Eddie’s blood starting to boil.

“No. You’re. Not.”

Sighing exasperatedly, you turned your body towards the door, head thrown back in annoyance. “Oh, my god, you’re so annoying.” Quickly glancing at Eddie, your eyes met before it hit you like a freight train. “It’s because of Eddie, isn’t it? Well, I got newsflash for you, buddy; it’s just Eddie! The rest of Hellfire will be there!”

“Yeah, Eddie. The guy you just can’t stop talking about,” Steve retorted, growing more and more angry by the second while you were growing more and more defensive.

Bringing your head back in confusion, you asked, “What the fuck does that mean?”

“Eddie’s hair this, Eddie’s band that. Can’t hang out tonight because Eddie needs me at Hellfire.”

Laughing while pinching the bridge of your nose, you closed your eyes, just now noticing the jealousy Steve had toward Eddie. “You’re so ridiculous. If I hadn’t known about Robin, I would’ve thought the same thing.”

A quick moment of relief passes over Steve, his features softening as he goes to ask, “Wait, so–” before you quietly interrupted, “Eddie’s not gay! And neither are you, so stop. Hellfire is having an End of the School Year party and Eddie invited me. So fucking what? I told him the party is being held at mine and Dustin’s, so I might as well stay for a little bit since the invitation was extended.”

“Whatever,” Steve said, going to walk around you before your next words stopped him dead in his tracks.

“Then we can whatever this relationship.”

Steve turned back around to face you, a small audience now gathering as the three boys of Hellfire walked in to stand behind you. “What?”

Feeling Eddie standing right behind you, you spoke with the most confidence you could muster. “I’m tired of always fighting with you about me hanging out with my best friend. The jealousy is getting pretty annoying. I can’t stay in this if you’re always going to be telling me what I can and can’t do, who I can and can’t hang out with. This isn’t the Steve that I got together with. This isn’t the Steve that I fell in love with. I don’t know this Steve standing in front of me. The Steve I fell in love with would be accepting of my friends and of my hanging out with them. Not this Steve. This Steve is controlling, and jealous, and… just an asshole. I’m sorry, Steve, but I’m done. Maybe somewhere down the road in life we’ll find each other again, but as of right now… I’m done.”

With that, you turned and walked around Eddie and out of the school, Eddie just staring at Steve in disbelief. “You broke her, man.”

“What the fuck do you know?” Steve asked, taking a step forward. “You know nothing of our relationship.”

“I know you were an asshole to her,” Eddie said, calmly. “She came to Hellfire a few months ago saying that you were jealous about her wanting to hang out with us because I asked her to. When it comes to me, you’re fucking jealous and you know it.” Not wanting to add more fuel to the fire, but already doing so, he went on to add, “Oh, and she knows you’re fucking Nancy Wheeler behind her back, and have been for months.” After the kids the hallway gasped, he continued, “Study dates with just her and Nancy? Really? You’re better than that, man. Your reputation is better than that.” He turned to walk out of the school in search of you only to find that you were already gone.

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It wasn’t but a couple of hours later that you had decided to call the Munson’s landline in search of Eddie. You figured since it was after school that you’d try his house first before trying Reefer Rick’s and Jeff’s house.

Wayne had answered and said that he hadn’t seen Eddie since the night before when he left for his shift at the plant, which you understood completely, knowing the older Munson man worked nights and didn’t see Eddie until the latter came home from school.

After calling Jeff’s and hearing that he was proud of you for standing up to Steve, he had relayed that he didn’t know where Eddie was and that he was sorry he couldn’t have been more help, to which you had told him to not worry about.

Calling Reefer Rick’s, you had prayed and hoped that he’d answer, knowing that he was always too high or drunk to answer his own damn landline. Relief washed over you when he did pick up, asking first and foremost if you wanted to buy from him, to which you politely declined.

You got straight to the point and asked if Eddie was over at his place, to which he said he was and that he looked distraught and angry, saying that Eddie was in the boathouse. After saying a quick thanks, you hung up the phone, the man on the other end looking at the phone in confusion before saying a quick, “Ohh-kay?” before placing the receiver back on the base.

Telling your mom you’d be back soon, you bolted out of the house, grabbing your bike and pedaling as hard as you could to Reefer Rick’s on the other side of town. You didn’t have a plan as you pedaled, just wanting to get there as soon as you could to talk to Eddie.

With luck you were having, you heard thunder, looking around you to see dark gray clouds lining the sky, the image making you pedal faster, and as you did, you only thought about Eddie, and hoping to God that he’d still be at Rick’s when you got there.

Rick didn’t bother to tell Eddie that you were coming by to see him, the man wanting it to be a surprise for Eddie, who was pacing slowly back and forth in the boathouse, a D&D die in his hand, the Dungeon Master tossing it in the air to catch it or rolling it around in his palm.

Hearing the thunder outside, he looked out of the window, seeing those same gray clouds you did, his nerves growing more and more with each passing second, not knowing that you were on the way.

Feeling drops of water land on your head and hands, you push yourself, your legs feeling like jelly as the rain comes down harder on you, the coolness of the raindrops cooling you off significantly. You welcomed it, tilting your head back for just a moment to let the rain pour down your face. When you recognized the driveway to Rick’s house, you started to slow down your pedaling, shouting Eddie’s name as you did.

Eddie looked out of the window of the boathouse, seeing your form jump off the bike and push it off to the side, shouting Eddie’s name again. He didn’t hesitate to jump from his spot by the window, running to the door and walking outside. “Sweetheart?” he said, voice loud enough to be heard over the rain. “What are you–” “Tell me you love me,” you said, standing just a few feet from him, your voice also loud enough to be heard over the rain.

“Sweetheart, come in–”

“Tell me you love me,” you repeated, your breathing heavy. “Because, goddammit, Eddie, I love you.”

“Then why were you with that tool?”

“Because I didn’t think you could love me the way that I love you. I didn’t think the feelings I had for you were mutual, but I came to realize that they were.”

Astonished, Eddie’s eyes widened for a second before scrunching again to not get the rain water in his eyes. “When did you figure it out?”

“That night three months ago after Hellfire,” you replied, remembering that night as if it were yesterday. “At first I saw it before we walked to Steve’s car, but when you kissed my hairline before walking away, I saw the look in your eyes.”

“Then why did you stay with Steve?”

“I wanted to see if what I saw was just a fluke, but the more I thought about it, and the way you picked me up earlier today to spin me around, I knew it wasn’t a fluke and that you have those same feelings for me.”

Eddie stepped closer to you, now just mere inches away. “I’ve had feelings for you for years, sweetheart. Not just recently.”

“I know,” you said. “You make me happy, Eddie. Happier than Steve ever did. You make me feel like I’m the only girl in the world. The way you make me laugh, the instant smile I get when I see you, just… everything about you made the feelings hit like a bus.”

Chuckling, Eddie looked down at both of your soaked shoes before looking back up at you. “You make me feel all those same things, baby. You don’t see me as a fucking freak like the rest of this damn town does. You see me for me. And that’s something I’ll be forever grateful for.”

Before you could give a reply, his hands cup your cheeks, bringing your lips to his, finally getting to feel the softness of your lips that he had been dreaming about. As your lips moved in complete and total sync, all you could feel was happiness; happiness that you finally got the boy of your dreams.

Pulling away, the two of you just breathed, loving the way your lips had just perfectly molded together.

“Come on,” Eddie said, lifting his head to look up at you. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, he smirked before feeling your fingers fan his jaw. “Let’s go back to my trailer. We’ll take warm showers to warm up, eat all the junk we can find and watch a movie together. How’s that sound?”

Smiling up at him, all you could do was look at him before picturing all of that in your mind before saying, “Sounds perfect.”

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Posted on June 7, 2024

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moonbyulsstuff · 10 months ago

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Gauken babysitters Headcanons kinda fluff but reality..of being the older sister age 17 of the Kazuma twins..you volunteered to be in the babysitting club so you could look after the twins and the other children and unlike a certain pink haired man who sleeps most of the time..you actually interacted with the children and took interest in their games and whatever they are interested in and even joining in if they asked (if it is appropriate and safe)..you did everything practically by yourself..you sorted out disagreements, you cleaned up tears, you stopped fights, changed Midori's diapers, cleaned up messes and so on..you were often exhausted but it was worth it. You are very protective of the children (no hitting!) and a certain teenage boy learnt that the hard way when you frightened him senseless when he hit his little brother..

You weren't a big fan of fanboys who spied on you because you were the daughter of a famous actor..

The little kids relationships with you especially your little brothers.

The other characters relationships with you. (The people who often came into the daycare..etc).

Gakuen Babysitter Headcanons.

Female Reader.

Requested by: @the-letter-horror-lover

Masterlist.

Request Rules.

The big sister of the Kazuma twins.

That's what you were usually called by your classmates.

You joined the babysitter club when you started high school.

Even though, there was an adult, well, more like a a lazy adult that sleeps all day. It more feels like you were the only person in the club.

Doing everything for the kids, usually Usaida does help, it's everyday, since he sleeps all the time.

You basically became the mother to the kids in the daycare.

Taking care of them, feeding them, changing their diapers, reading stories with them or to them, helping or joining them color.

Though the Kazuma twins do get jealous of how the other children were hoarding your attention, but they learn that they do get all your attention once they are home.

But taking care of the children and schoolwork, doesn't... well... mix well together...

You do get stressed, and Usaida does see that. So, usually he lets you take a day off.

Basically just banning you to go to the club for days if you are extremely busy with school works.

He will not let you back in until you are completely stress-free.

Even though Usaida may seems like he'es leeching off your desire to take care of your children, he does care for you and looks out for you.

He does help out when things get a little overwork for you, and wants to make sure you are not stress or in any pressure.

Usaida is kinda like a big brother to you.

And Inui... oh god, you have to scold that man many times.

Considering his crush towards Midori mother.

You never told him that Mrs. Yukari has a daughter who was in your care.

You don't want him coming to the daycare just to take care of Midori to impress Mrs. Yukari.

But you love him as a friend.

So, when you were a 2nd year, you met Hayato when he brought his brother to the daycare room.

You two were pretty awkward and just gave each other a greeting.

But you did scolded him whenever you saw him hit Taka in the head, which usually would make Taka run off to you and snitch.

But you saw that Hayato care and love his little brother even though he may not show it.

You sometimes have to keep Yagi away from the kids.

You were absolutely were weirded out when he had a nosebleed whenever he was around kids.

You thought he was just some kind of pedophiles, but no. he's just a guy who can't handle cuteness.

Everyday was full of ruckus, especially with the fanboys hanging around the club.

Making excuses to come in and spend time with you.

You, of course, refused their help since you don't want them overwhelming the children.

It was a little hard for you to deal with the children all by yourself especially since Usaida always sleep all the time.

But it became much easier when Ryuuichi came to the club, joining because of his brother and a deal with the headmaster.

You absolutely adore Ryuuichi because of how helpful, caring and kind he is.

And especially his little brother Kotaru.

You and Ryuuichi became friends the moment he stepped into the club.

You were glad you had someone around your age in the club.

And ever since Ryuuichi came into the club, you began to see more of Hayato, and then met Maria and Ushimaru.

It was quite obvious the two girls have a crush on him.

You sometimes help the two since you can't really bring yourself to support one girl to win Ryuuichi heart.

But along with those things, you also began to see more and more of Yagi and Nezu.

And you may or may not have develop a little crush on Nezu.

That's all I can think of right now HAHAHHAHA, I'm sorry I went so long without one single post.

#🌙moonbyulsstuff works #requested #headcanons #female reader #x female reader #gakuen babaysitters #anime #ryuuichi kashima #kotaru kashima #hayato kamitani #maria inomata #ushimaru yuki #inui hiroyuki #nezu chuukichi #yagi tomoya #taka kamitani #takuma mamizuka #kazuma mamizuka

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slythepuffle · 4 months ago

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Since Fairly Odd Parents seems to be getting popular again I thought I'd share an AU I made a while ago:

The Babysitters Club AU

This is essentially just an role swap AU, partially inspired by the episode "The Switch Glitch."

In this AU, Vicky is an average kid who no one understands, hiding her insecurities and problems with anger. She's just moved to Dimmsdale after an accident involving her older sister and her parents are constantly out of the house. They leave her in the care of the local babysitter - Timmy Turner.

The two of them do not get along at all - Timmy thinks she's a little brat and Vicky thinks he's a big jerk. It gets worse when he makes his friends help him babysit too - Those friends being Anthony James Jr., Chester McBadbat, and Lee Beauregard (OC). Together, they form the Dimmsdale Babysitters Club, with their main 'client' being Vicky. She feels miserable when she's with them, leading to her gaining her very own Fairy Godparents - Cosmo and Wanda!

Who also used to be Timmy's fairy godparents.

Who he vaguely remembers.

And who have no memories of him at all.

Together, they all go on crazy, magic-filled adventures!

Also the older kids have magic but that's not really important

Edit: Changed it from age swap to role swap

#fairly oddparents #fairly oddparents au #Babysitters Club AU #might expand more one this later #but this is the general premise #timmy turner #fop vicky #chester mcbadbat #fop aj #cosmo and wanda #fairly oddparents oc

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wttcsms · 10 months ago

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💖 second couple syndrome! one shot event;

˗ˏˋ second couple syndrome ´ˎ˗ when you find yourself rooting for/being more invested in the secondary couple as opposed to the main pairing

˗ˏˋ about this event ´ˎ˗ just like how secondary couples don't get much screen time to develop their story, this event is accepting requests only for characters that are underloved, underappreciated, and/or undervalued. whether it's because they're forgotten by the fandom in general, the fandom itself is underrated, or their canon screen time totals up to six minutes and five lines of dialogue, it doesn't matter. this event is their shot at being the main character and getting the happy ending for once!

˗ˏˋ more about this event ´ˎ˗ going with the secondary couple theme & playing on the fact that this is for the more "forgotten" characters, the prompt requests are going to be based on pairings that would most likely be the usual secondary couple's trope!

˗ˏˋ rules ´ˎ˗ -> this is for underrated characters only. while there's no hard min/max, if i look up your requested little guy and he has more than 4 pages worth of fics on ao3 or his tumblr x reader tag is very much still active, i don't want to see that request!! for ex: don't ask for oikawa or gojo. be so for real with me rn -> please specify whether you want nsfw or sfw. -> the prompts to pick from aren't hardcoded, meaning it doesn't have to be that specific au!! if you want, i can tailor it to canon, or if you kinda get the gist of what i was getting at, you can follow that pattern & create your own 'second couple pairing trope' <;3 -> fandoms i write for: haikyuu, bnha, blue lock, cod, jujutsu kaisen, aot, genshin impact, honkai star rail

˗ˏˋ prompts to pick from ´ˎ˗ -> instead of the ceo x secretary, it's the ceo's right hand man x the secretary's bestie -> instead of the troubled pop star x heart of gold bf, it's the pop star's stressed out manager x pop star's equally stressed out publicist -> instead of the high ranking employee x lower ranked employee, it's the two interns who are both competing for the one full-time offer -> instead of the good girl x mysterious bad boy, it's the good girl's boy best friend (who's been hopelessly in love with her for a while) x the new girl in town who's her complete opposite -> instead of the college tutor x the athlete, it's the athlete's coach x the athlete's professor whose class they're failing -> instead of the dilf x babysitter, it's the newly divorced woman x her new hot neighbor that's always willing to lend a hand -> instead of the down on her luck stripper x rich ceo (who just happens to be at a strip club??), it's the sarcastic nightclub bouncer x babyfaced reader whose real ID he just broke -> instead of the barista x her future sugar daddy, it's the owner of the cafe x the owner of the cafe's biggest competitor -> instead of the lawyer x down on their luck client, it's the police officer x the district attorney -> instead of the mortal x the god, it's the two immortal gods who've had a bone to pick with each other for eons -> instead of the journalist x the celeb, it's the up and coming podcaster/social media star x their number one hater -> instead of the normal girl x the ceo getting into a marriage of convenience, it's the ceo's shopaholic sister x the normal girl's brother who happens to be the deliveryman -> instead of the hot, rich older man x the poor naive girl, it's the hot, rich older man x the spoiled heiress who's not so easy to impress or get -> instead of the maneater x womanizer, it's the happy go lucky lover girl x cute lovable idiot with zero game & has never had a girlfriend ever -> instead of the soldier x the civilian, it's the mercenary-for-hire x spy on the run -> instead of the knight x the princess, it's the king's royal advisor x the princess's lady-in-waiting

˗ˏˋ requests ´ˎ˗

#wttcsms writing event: second couple syndrome

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gowns · 8 months ago

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ANN M. MARTIN creator of the babysitter's club and babysitter's little sister books CONFIRMED GAY *screams*

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the-ballerina-battle · 1 year ago

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And now, from a total of 519 submissions...

Our Competitors!

The Ballerina Battle will begin on Tuesday, October 10. Polls will go live at 12:00 PM.

Matches:

Part One (Tuesday, October 9)

Angelina Mouseling (Angelina Ballerina) vs. Natasha Romanoff (Marvel Comics)

Gwen Stacy (Spider-Verse) vs. Fakir (Princess Tutu)

Ballora (Five Nights at Freddy’s: Sister Location) vs. Strawberry Shortcake (Strawberry Shortcake)

Barbie (Barbie) vs. Clara (Barbie in the Nutcracker)

Ahiru Arima (Princess Tutu) vs. Haruno Haruka (Go! Princess Pretty Cure)

Cassandra Cain (DC Comics) vs. Amélie Lacroix/Widowmaker (Overwatch)

Pearl (Steven Universe) vs. Victoria Page (The Red Shoes)

Billy Elliot (Billy Elliot) vs. Medic (Kamen Rider Drive)

Bon Clay (One Piece) vs. William Longtail (Angelina Ballerina)

Nikolina Pavlova (The Great Ace Attorney) vs. Minako Okukawa (Yuri! On Ice)

Rue Kuroha (Princess Tutu) vs. Margo, Edith, and Agnes Gru (Despicable Me)

Duchess Swan (Ever After High) vs. Hilary Van Doren (Fame 1980)

Nina Sayers (Black Swan)vs. Rapunzel (Tangled)

Anteaterina (Princess Tutu) vs. Genevive (Barbie and the 12 Dancing Princesses)

Roza Diaz (Brooklyn Nine-Nine) vs. Christine Daaé (The Phantom of The Opera)

Yuri Katsuki (Yuri! On Ice) vs. Yuri Plisetsky (Yuri! On Ice)

Part Two (Thursday, October 11)

Minto Aizawa (Tokyo Mew Mew) vs. Suzy Bannion (Suspiria 1977)

Izumi Sena (Ensemble Stars) vs. Madoka Kaname (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)

Eli Ayase (Love! Live!) vs. Mytho (Princess Tutu)

Odette (Barbie in Swan Lake) vs. Kristyn (Barbie and the Pink Shoes)

Dee Dee (Dexter’s Laboratory) vs. June (Little Einsteins)

Meg Giry (The Phantom of the Opera) vs. Center Stage cast (Center Stage)

Alice Nimbletoes (Angelina Ballerina) vs. Shirayuki Hime (Happiness Charge Precure)

Jessi Ramsey (The Babysitter’s Club) vs. Debbie Jellinsky (The Addams Family)

Sara Johnson (Save the Last Dance) vs. Mr Mistoffelees (Cats)

Grace Monroe (Infinity Train) vs. Find Me in Paris Cast (Find Me in Paris)

Félicie (Ballerina/Leap) vs. Shim Deok-chul (Navillera)

Victoria (Cats) vs. Tandy Bowen (Marvel’s Cloak and Dagger)

Minami Kaido (Go! Princess Pretty Cure) vs. Téa Gardner (Yu-Gi-Oh!)

Catherine Dollanganger (Flowers in the Attic) vs. Adelaide Wilson (Us 2019)

Annie Edison (Community) vs. Ruou Mori (Dance Dance Danseur)

Rachel Berry (Glee) vs. Balletusa and Primausa (Sanrio)

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blueberrylemontea-fanfic · 9 months ago

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Cherry - Chapter [11]

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

Summary: You and Billy get back from your date. Billy misses curfew.

Word Count: 2400

Song Suggestion: Too Far Gone? - Metallica

Warnings: blood, referenced domestic violence/child abuse

[Teaser] - [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10]

Despite your initial objections, you'd had one of the best nights in a long time with Billy. Well, up until the end, that was...

You slammed the door a little too hard behind you, still fuming.

Billy was awkwardly trailing behind you. He hadn't said a word since you'd asked him to take you back to Steve's.

"Y/n?" Steve called as you rummaged through the kitchen cabinets for the first aid kit you knew Steve had stashed up there somewhere.

Billy grabbed some paper towels off the isle while you searched and pressed them against your bleeding lip.

"Y/n, what's up?" You heard Steve's voice before you heard him thumping down the stairs.

"I can't find your first aid kit."

"First aid kit? Why do you need a..." Steve's voice caught in his throat when he saw you, going through his cupboards while Billy followed you around trying to stop the blood dripping from your mouth from staining the carpet.

"What the hell happened to you?" His eyes flicked to Billy and back to your face again. "Did he do this?"

You could feel Billy squaring himself beside you, readying himself to rip Steve a new one, but you just shook your head.

"Nope, I got in a fight."

"With who?" Steve asked as he got out his first aid kit.

You leaned over the sink and spat out the blood in your mouth, smiling a little as Billy immediately pressed another paper towel to your lip. "Some biker dude. Didn't get his name."

You winced as Steve pressed an ice pack against the side of your face.

"Hold this," he said before spraying some disinfectant on a cotton ball and swiping it over your split lip.

"I'm assuming he's in a hospital now?"

You smirked. "Well, he would've been if Billy hadn't pulled me off of him."

Steve had to check that his ears weren't deceiving him. "Billy Hargrove stopped a fight? That's a first."

Billy scowled, but Steve just rolled his eyes. "Oh lighten up, Hargrove. Have a beer," Steve nodded towards his fridge and Billy reluctantly pulled out three beers, twisting off the caps as he handed them to you and Steve.

Steve pulled a small flashlight from a drawer. "I'm just gonna check for a concussion real quick." He flipped on the light and darted it between your eyes. "Looks alright. You're all good," Steve smiled.

"Thanks Steve," you returned his smile and tapped the bottle of your beer against his. "Cheers."

"Okay, I gotta ask," Billy said, "how the hell do you know how to do all that?"

"Oh, Steve's a natural. He's been cleaning up all my scrapes." The implication of your words hung in the air as Steve nearly choked on his beer.

Billy, to your surprise, didn't seem upset. On the contrary, he threw Steve a cocky smirk. "Been admiring my handy work, Harrington?"

Steve looked between Billy's proud grin and you trying to bite back a smile and sighed deeply. "You guys are maniacs. Honestly..."

"I kinda picked up some things from Hopper when the kids got in trouble," Steve quickly changed the subject.

"He's a real pro by now, those kids are savages."

"You're still talking about those little snot-nosed, pre-pubescent nerds that hang around my sister, right?"

Steve couldn't help but grin at Billy's raised eyebrows. "Trust me, they may not look like much, but those little assholes are a handful."

You nodded in agreement. "They're gremlins. But I do kinda love them, though."

"That's how they rope you in, damn loveable geeks..." Steve smiled fondly. "You should join our little babysitters' club sometime, Hargrove, get to know your sister's friends better."

Billy shrugged, hesitancy clear in his eyes. "Yeah, I don't really do babysitting."

"We mainly just make fun of them, smoke and make sure they don't die. No people skills needed whatsoever."

The smallest smile flickered around the corners of Billy's mouth. "Sure, whatever."

"So, how was the bar?"

"It was amazing," you smiled fondly. "The place was just like Billy described it. It reminded me so much of home, of all the trouble I used to get into."

You knew you were going to go back to that bar as often as you could, it felt so much more like home than the high school keggers with all those same-old, small-town people. The bar was a nice escape from the world, a place where you and Billy could just be without all of Hawkins watching you.

Steve shook his head, grinning. "I can't even imagine you back in California. Or you," he tipped his beer in Billy's direction.

"It's weird, right? We're pretty alike and still it's so strange to think of you back home..."

Billy shook his head, "Not you. When I think of Cali, you kinda fit right in." He paused. "Did you have anyone like me back home?"

"You know," you smirked, "I don't think I've ever met someone quite like you before." You bumped Steve's shoulder. "Or like you for that matter. Or that little bunch of gremlins. Honestly, I was never much of a people person, didn't exactly have many friends back in Cali."

"Must've been pretty lonely" Steve commented absentmindedly.

You shrugged. "Not really, I mean, I wasn't alone very often," you smirked. "And me and the girl next door got along real well, she was a..." you were searching for a word that could adequately describe Lory, but she was one of a kind. "Well, let's just say she was a kindred spirit. She got me. We've called a couple times since I've been here, but it's pretty expensive, and it's not like we ever did much talking before, so..."

"I cannot imagine there being another person like you out there." Steve mused.

"Lory's something, alright."

Billy stayed for another beer, the three of you having a surprisingly nice time, before he drove back home begrudgingly, grumbling about his dad and how badly he wanted for you to stay over at his place just once. You kissed him goodbye -a couple of times- before finally going to bed after the best night you'd had in Hawkins so far.

****

You and Steve were taking the kids to see a movie that afternoon. They loved going to the movies, although you were convinced they mainly loved the sugar-high.

You and Steve were on your way to pick up Max, Warrant blaring through your speakers as you both screeched along to the music. You turned the volume down when you pulled into the driveway and honked the horn once. Max came rushing out the front door almost immediately.

Something was wrong. You could tell by her facial expression, the way she kept glancing over her shoulder.

"What's going on?" You asked as she pulled open the door.

Max hesitated.

"Max?" You asked, more insistently this time.

"Billy missed curfew yesterday."

Your stomach tightened. "Is he home?"

Max nodded.

"Is your stepdad?"

She shook her head. "He went out with my mom."

You nodded. "You got a bike I can borrow?"

Max nodded again. "It's in the shed, he won't know it's gone. They'll be back before 3 though."

"Thanks, Red," you smiled gratefully as you stepped out of the car. You turned to Steve, who'd been watching the interaction in mere confusion. "I'll meet you guys there, okay?"

You really had to hand it to Steve. The guy just nodded and switched over to the driver's seat. "I've got this. Call if you need a ride later."

"Thanks, Steve. Really."

You watched Steve pull out of the driveway as you went around the side of the house. You boosted yourself up on a trashcan and hoisted yourself up onto the windowsill.

Billy was lying on his bed, listening to his Walkman, just like you'd expected. Luckily, you knew he never fully closed his window. It helped him believe he could just sneak out and never look back, even if he never would.

You pushed up the window and climbed into Billy's room. You softly sat down at the edge of Billy's bed. Billy immediately shot up and ripped off his headphones, panic taking over his features. He only calmed slightly when he saw it was you.

"What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here!" He whisper-shouted as his eyes nervously flitted to his door.

"I know, but your stepdad's not home, Max told me. I'll be gone before he gets back."

Billy didn't look fully convinced, he just stared between you and the door, not quite knowing what to do.

It was only then that you noticed the welt on his right cheek, an angry red stream cutting under his ear. Almost subconsciously, you traced your thumb along the line.

Billy froze as you pulled him into a hug. For a moment you just stood there, hugging his lifeless frame, but after some time, Billy collapsed onto you, holding you so tightly it was almost hard to breathe.

"I'm right here," you whispered in his ear. You stood there holding each other for a long time, the crushing weight of Billy's body rooting you to the floor. After a while, Billy sunk down onto his bed, pulling you close to him. You played with the curls at the back of his neck while his head rested on your chest. He watched your chest rise and fall, rise and fall. Over and over again.

Billy wished he could just focus on the rising and falling forever. He was okay as long as you were there, solid underneath him. You didn't even have to say anything, didn't have to lie to him and tell him everything would be okay. As long as he could watch the rising and falling of your chest, he could breathe easily.

It wouldn't be long before Neil and Susan returned home. You both knew it, even when neither one of you wanted to say so.

"It's not fair," Billy whispered after what felt both like an eternity and no time at all.

"I know."

"I'm glad you're here."

"Me too." You shot Billy a small smile. He pulled you in even closer.

"You wanna blow off school tomorrow afternoon?"

Billy smiled at you, and, God, was it beautiful when that boy smiled. Even when his face was still swollen.

"I'll take that as a yes, pretty boy."

You slowly untangled yourself from Billy and got out of his bed. Before hopping back out of his window you crossed the room to his dresser. You pulled out a red billowing shirt, one you knew he loved. You shrugged off your jacket turned back to the bed and pulled off your shirt.

When you tossed him your shirt, Billy's look was a peculiar mix of wolfish and sheepish that almost made you laugh. You let his shirt fall over your head and winked before you swung your legs over his windowsill.

"You'll get this back tomorrow."

****

Max's bike was too small for you but you still flew over the asphalt. You waited until the guy behind the register turned around to sneak inside. When the guy - Jeff, from band, you think - turns back around you're leaning on the counter. "Hey there," you smiled.

"Oh, hi, Y/n," maybe Jeff stumbled with what you assumed was supposed to be a winning smile.

"You think you could get me another coke... Jeff, right?"

He nodded quickly. "Yeah, yeah sure."

When he didn't move you shot him an inquiring look that seemed to bring him back to reality. "Yeah, sorry, it's just... I didn't think you knew I existed."

You had to give it to him, he was kind of cute when he blushed. "Well, of course I do. Who could forget a cute face like that," you winked.

Teenage boys really are just too easy, you thought to yourself as Jeff practically tripped over himself to get you the coke.

"On the house," Jeff said hurriedly as he saw you reach for your jacket pocket.

"Well aren't you sweet," you smiled as you took a sip. "See you around, Jeff." You sauntered into the theater, leaving Jeff behind, smiling ear to ear.

You spotted Steve's hair immediately, a little to the right in the center row, and quietly slipped into the empty seat next to him. "Hi," you whispered, "what'd I miss?"

"Not much." He pointed to a guy on screen. "That guy's a crook but if he succeeds at the police academy he doesn't have to go to jail. There, you're all caught up."

"Thanks." Steve's eyes trailed over your shirt for a moment, but he didn't comment. "Everything okay?"

"Not really, no. But nothing either of us can fix."

Steve took your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "I'm sorry."

You smiled before turning to the screen. "I'm sorry too."

****

After the movie the chatter wasn't as lively usual. You just barely managed to stuff Max's bike in the trunk of your car before all the kids stuffed themselves into the car.

Max shot you a look and you shrugged. "It's gonna be okay."

She nodded. "Sucks you had to pay for only half a movie," she tried to change a subject.

"Yeah you really don't have to worry about that," you chuckled and soon they were all laughing at how you sidestepped blushing Jeff.

After you dropped everyone off, Max a half a mile in front of her house so she could bike home, you and Steve drove back to his place in silence. "I'm here if you want to talk about it," Steve said as you turned onto his street.

"I know, Stevie. Thank you. And thanks for today, really. That was very cool of you."

"Well, you know me, I'm a pretty cool guy. King Steve and all that." You both grinned.

"Billy's home life's not that great either, is it?" Steve sounded a little on edge, like he was afraid to hear the answer.

You shook your head. "No. It's not."

"I'm sorry about that."

"Me too."

"So, is this a we-need-to-call-Hopper kind of situation?"

You shook your head. "No, I don't think that'd be much appreciated. But I'll keep it in mind."

You pulled into Steve's driveway. "Hey, Steve?" You asked as you both slid out of the car.

"Yeah?"

"You know where I can score some weed around here?"

****

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please asexual!reader x megumi

I wasnt sure if you wanted a headcannon or drabble so… here’s both. Y’all also give me way too much freedom when writing, i love it! Your wish is my command sunshine!

you actually started off as enemies, you hated that he was so expressionless and only expressed anger, discontent and disgust, how did GOJO raise him

He hated that you were exactly the same yet judged him so hard. Except you were more sarcastic and had your own sense of dark humor.

It was when you cracked a joke about yuji and sakuna at the worst possible time that he couldn’t even fight back the way his lips quirked up, he claims it was a muscle spasm.

And maybe you arent entirely horrible and unbearable and your music taste is cool and your taste in fashion is mainly dark clothes but the way you can dress for every aesthetic— hes impressed.

He wasnt smitten by just one joke… it was also the way you smiled and looked so smug after every joke you told it was cute.

“If you stop oggling at y/n and pick a food spot that would be nice” Nobara teases and his glare is back on the girl he seen as an annoying sister.

Its the day you wear your hair in its fro running out of arm strength to wrestle it into a style you opt for it and he cant help the stare. You smell like cocoa butter, skin is sun kissed and that laugh… its soft and airy and he almost hates how sickly sweet it was. That was the laugh that was reserved for him so why were you laughing with Todo?

What could that idiotic brainless brute say that was sooooooo funny? Wait why did he care?

It didnt matter cause he was already in tow when Todo reached out to touch your hair.

“With this treasure i summon—“

“Megs wait!” The nickname was an accident but you dont miss the way the red coats the tip of his ears and he clears his throat.

You use it to your advantage everything becomes “megs this” and “megs that” and hes happy to comply.

You begin flirting in insults and your friends never know if your flirting or are actually about to brawl.

“I know how much you enjoy reading so i got you this book…maybe now instead of your spikey little head being a passageway for air it can actually hold thoughts.” You smile giving him the book ignoring the way everyones jaw is on the floor. He eyes you before picking on the one thing he knew could get you bent out of shape.

“Im suprised you were tall enough to reach this.. or smart enough to find the library.”

“One day im going to finish you and not even big ragga the opp stoppa can save you” you say holding him by the front of his shirt your noses nearly touching yet he looks completely unfazed. Actually theres an arrogant smirk on his face that nobody quite expected.

“Can you two fuck already and get it over with” Maki exhasperstes and you become visibly uncomfortable… for the rest of the entire day. Her harsh comments never bothered you, he watched you say worse stuff to her and even leave her stunned before sharing a laugh.

Its when he realizes you're asexual and those comments bother you.

He may or may not threaten to bring out mahoraga if anybody else in the group makes sexual comments around you.

“Hey megs can i wear your jacket?” You ask already wearing his black and blue motorcycle jacket over your black crop top and mini skirt hair in 2 spikey buns immitating his hair and he wants to be angry cause he hated people touching his stuff but… you called him megs. And you look hot!

He couldn’t keep his eyes off you while you danced at the bar, he told himself it was because he was the designated driver and babysitter of the group he had to make sure everyone was okay.

You looked so carefree and adorable in his jacket, he even pretends not to notice you using your ability to control shadows to get rid of a man who got to close but he did smile.

He likes feeding you— now hear me out! It happened after the club you had been super drunk and hungry and there was a late night ramen bar Yugi suggested but megumi cant help but watch the way you put at the chopsticks. He assumes you dont know how to use them and that begins the tradition of him feeding you every time you go out.

Until its every time you eat ramen… ramen becomes your favorite food.

“Does he know that she knows how to use chopsticks?”

“I-im not sure but he actually looks… happy? Lets not say anything”

He likes when you play with his hair. One day hed been sitting next to you fighting sleep and all it took was a hand in his hair your nails softly scratching his scalp and he was fast asleep on your lap. He actually wrapped his arms around your midsection locking you in so you couldn’t move.

And when yuji and Todo walk into yuji and megumis shared apartment the scowl on his face is the meanest they’ve ever seen. How dare they interrupt his quiet time with his woman?!

Its quiet when he yells that at him… but an akward silence he didnt mean to yell that he was just so exhausted from all the missions hes been on and lack of times hes been able to spend with you.

“Damn take me on a date for dinner and a movie first” you break the silence and he gives you a sheepish grin laying back on your lap trying to cover the burn of his cheeks and ears.

“You hate cliche dates like that… ill take you somewhere better” he fights the urge to stutter.

And he does he takes you to a sip and paint class where neither of you follow what the teacher painted. He painted a picture of you under the moonlight and you painted a stick figure with a bunch of letter M’s on the head for his hair.

“My hair isn’t that damn spikey!”

He hangs the picture up in his bedroom anyway making sure your signature is on it.

Megs closet is your favorite place he has so many cool things he doesn’t wear.

“You jerk the tags still on it” he scoffs seeing you in his new hoodie.

You give it back because it doesn’t smell like him anyway and opt for a beanie… and jacket.

“What? Youve worn this” “no, i tried it on”

He loves when you wear his clothes and the way it looks so big on you but youre just happy with anything that his and he doesnt understand how you can be so infatuated with him or anything involving him but its equivalant to the way he was with you.

Megumi smiles down at you completely infatuated with how cute you look in his shirt, it swallows you whole but you don’t seem to mind and he doesn’t pay much attention to the denim blue dye fading onto the collar from your hair. The denim bite was a mishap you were actually trying to dye your hair the same color as his and honestly once you told him he didn’t give a damn about the dye on his new fresh white nike tee.

“Is that my shirt?” His voice sounds annoyed but you knew better this was megs we were talking about. He always sounds annoyed and you nod cutely up at him watching as a smile builds on his face. He kisses your forehead before walking over to the kitchen ready to sneak a taste of whatever you'd been cooking.

“I'll pop your fingers with a wooden spoon so you better think twice about going in my pot” you threaten watching as he sends a disbelieving look over his shoulder.

“You know speaking of food Yuji told me you absolutely do know how to eat with chopsticks and that i don't need to feed you” he retorts ruffling his hair which you gasp at. You were going to fold yuji like origami and flick him far off to where he wouldn't be found.

“Fine…you can have a bite of the salmon” you wager but he's quick.

“What?! No,3” he tries happily walking toward the stove,

“Two and you keep feeding me with chopsticks and ill show you the fudge chocolate cake i made you for dessert” you promise watching as his face lights up.

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