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mochiroreo · 1 year

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Oh goodie! Pt. 2 [smile, you’re on camera]

18+ MDNI

Pairing: (Dark)Older!Eddie Munson x innocent!nerdy!reader (afab!reader) x (Dark)Older!Steve Harrington

Summary: being a latchkey child, you are used to being alone. So when your parents announced that your whole family is moving to Hawkins, you paid them no mind and just packed up your bags. What you are not expecting was that the house that your family just bought comes with two neighbours that are in dire need to have you in any way.

Word count: 10.9k (I stopped myself AAAAA)

Trigger warning (for this chapter): a

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. NONCON. Manipulation. Gaslighting. NON CONSENSUAL DRUG USE. 100% FILTH. Obssession. MEAN STEDDIE. Non-consensual recording. Fingering. Squirting. Tiddy sucking. Unprotected P in V (wrap it before you tap it please) age gap. Hidden relationships. Spanking. Overstimulation. She/her pronouns. Pet names (no use of y/n).

Author’s note: thank you so much for the support on part 1! Never have I ever thought that my first ever smut fic would get this much love! As always, I am still learning on how to write fics and stories in general, you guys don’t have any choice but to learn with me hehe. English is not my first language, so forgive me if there are any grammatical errors or typos! This was also non-beta’d oops. Love lots! 💖

You woke up snug on your blanket and plushies, your eyes adjusting to the sunlight.

You slowly sat down, looking around to realize that you’re just in your room which made you confused on what happened. Your eyes felt tired from crying as your mind went back to the events last night. You remember how Steve’s thick fingers felt hot on your skin, on your thighs, in between your legs. And how he pumped them in and out of you in an unforgiving pace. How Eddie’s strong,firm, tattooed arms held you while playing with your breasts with his mouth.

Your face immediately went hot with all those vivid details, your legs closing in instinct with the sudden surge of emotion while your heart beats loudly in your chest. It felt so wrong to you that it made your skin crawl. So wrong that you’re afraid it might have already ruined your blossoming neighbourly relationship with them. Your eyes were tearing up as you blame yourself for letting it get out of hand. For letting yourself be held by them. The guilt slowly eating you up. You held your face and tried to breathe in and out as you tremble, trying to get out of your bed.

Slowly walking outside of your room, you peek left and right to make sure that you’re alone. Making your way downstairs, you have noticed how you’re now wearing a pair of pyjamas. With your stomach grumbling, you headed straight to your kitchen for a glass of water while thinking what you can cook, convincing yourself that you cannot be sick while wallowing in guilt. Putting your glass on the countertop, you noticed some take away boxes with a sticky note.

“Hey princess,

We hope you’re feeling fine. We bought you some food, so please eat up once you wake up. We’re working overtime today and this week in general, so we won’t be around much. We wanted to give you space either way.

Here’s our number if it gets too much. Don’t forget to message us when you wake up.

Love,

Steve & Eddie xx”

At the bottom of the note, both their numbers were scribbled with hearts around it. The note would’ve made you smile, if it weren’t for the emotions that you’re feeling. You held the containers of food and just decided that you’re not hungry anymore, putting them away inside the fridge. You held the note in your hand, planning to throw it away before deciding against it. Putting it inside your pocket.

The feeling of guilt wasn’t just about you doing the sexual acts. You’re pretty sure that your friends have done so much more, the constant gossip of ‘who slept with who’ and ‘how long did they last, or did you last’ was around you since you were 16, though remaining ignorant on the actual deed. The amount of romance books with detailed scenes about sex made up for your lack of experience, though its “vanilla” like what they’ve said. It doesn’t bother you one bit, though it does make you redder than red with how oblivious you still are when it comes to the real thing. No prior experience till now.

What bothers you is that how out of all people you could have done it with, you did it with the neighbours that was just planning to help you and look out for you. At least, that’s what you think. Your mind is telling you that it's your fault, not theirs even though at the back of your head, someone is telling you that it is indeed their fault... Seeing how your parents even trusted them to look after you while they’re out of town, you never doubt your parents' judgement, so you know that it’s only your fault. Your mistake. You gripped your hair out of frustration, ignoring the gnawing feeling of self-pity laced with confusion if what happened last night was wrong even though it felt right. You took a deep breath, running your hands on your face with a sigh.

Your mind is racing on how they would look at you now. You’re scared that they might tell your parents how you acted towards them when they were just trying to help you out. You can’t help but think that maybe its okay to text them, before deciding not to cause you really don’t know what to say to them.

You took a warm bath, ignoring the shivers while you wash yourself. Memories from last night just won’t leave you the whole day. Biting your bottom lip, you sighed while breathing in the scent of strawberries and honey from your body wash and hair products. The day went by with you feeling down, feeling as if not only did you disappoint your parents, but you have also taken advantage of Steve and Eddie’s kindness. Wearing a pair of comfy pyjamas, you’ve let your mind rest and drifted off to sleep, telling yourself that you’ll be avoiding Steve and Eddie at all costs for now. You do not want them to get an idea of you taking advantage of them or their kindness, of disappointing your parents even further if word comes out. You do not want to feel the confusion of it all again.

Eddie and Steve did not like it at all.

They did not like it one bit. Steve watches Eddie pace back and forth, constantly checking his phone before looking at Steve, working on his laptop, which only made the man sigh. “No message, Eds.” Steve calmly says, showing his phone screen. Eddie groaned in frustration before letting out loud series of swear words. “Fuck! She’s been avoiding us, Steve! It's almost one week!” Eddie’s chest is slowly heaving, his wifebeater barely containing his taut chest with how fitted it is to him. He took several deep breaths, stretching his arms before sighing and taking a sit on his armchair sofa. Inked arms flexing as he took hold of the sides of the chair before ruffling his soft locks in madness.

Steve dropped by to his house when he noticed that all the lights in your house are off except your room. He just finished his jog when he went past your place, dressed up in grey sweatpants and a fitted shirt. He knocked on Eddie’s door to let the other know that you’re trying to avoid both of them based on how you did not reach out. Eddie immediately threw a tantrum, thinking that what happened last week was enough to somehow show you how they wanted you. How much they needed you. Steve pushing the idea that you are made for them.

They sat side by side, Eddie passing Steve a blunt which he gladly accepts. Taking a deep breath, Steve blew the smoke upwards, the weed easing his and Eddie’s nerves. Steve has never been that much vocal compared to when he was younger. Sure, maybe in bed or when he is having fun in genral. But never when he’s mad now, which made him harder to read throughout the years. And in Eddie’s eyes, that’s what made him a tad bit scarier than him. Steve calls it “emotional maturity”, Eddie calls it “manipulative asshole 2.0”, thinking that he’s the 1.0 version.

They know that they’re spiralling down towards this obsession towards you. That magnetic pull when they opened the door and found you, its like what they’ve been unknowingly wishing for all throughout. They’re very much aware that if people knew, they’ll frown and get disgusted with how perverse their actions are, but they’re pretty sure that even their friends, Jonathan and Billy, would get where they’re coming from. You are just so— divine. Perfect in every way in their eyes. Your shyness, the soft timbre of your voice, the way you swoon under your parents’ touch when they praise you for being such a good girl— just the air that you breathe makes them drunk enough to constrict their air flow. You fit flawlessly on the gaps they didn’t know they have.

“I have a feeling she’s confused. Guilty, even. Pretty sure that’s what been running inside that pretty little head of hers.” Eddie spoke, taking a deep breath to feel the high immediately. “I think she needs to smoke some weed.” He joked, eyeing Steve. Steve’s eyes widened a bit before changing position and seating down the couch in a more comfortable manner.

“Do you still have some goods on you, Munson?” Steve asked him with hazy eyes, ashing the blunt. Eddie looked at him with a scoff, pouring the both of them some whiskey in a glass. His ring-clad fingers clacked on the bottle and the glass when he grabbed it to offer one to Steve. “I’m a fucking changed man, Harrington.” He smirked, taking a drink and feeling the burn of the whiskey down his throat.

“I know, but do you still have some on you?” Steve rolled his eyes, also taking a sip of his alcohol. “What do you need? I can get it from some of my friends at the other side of town, where me and the band used to play.” Steve gave the other a smile, taking another hit. “Can you get some Ketamine? You decide how much.” The long-haired man looked at Steve with confusion before it clicked when Steve just gave him a knowing look. A loud cackle left Eddie’s mouth, the gears in his mind slowly clicking as he connects the dots of Steve’s ideas. They both salivate at the thought of having you, knowing how their actions are crossing the borderline of obsession without the guarantee of going back once they have a proper taste of you.

And it looks like they don’t even have the plan of going back.

Your parents came back briefly from their trip, your face glowing as you watch them tell you about their latest ventures and things that they got you as it reminded them of you. You swallow down the urge of telling them the events, basking in their smiles and comfort when they praised you on how you’re so understanding of them, at the same time apologising for being barely beside you. You shake your head with a smile, before giving them each a peck while saying how much you love them and how happy you are already by seeing them come home.

Running down the stairs when your mom called you, you did not notice that Steve and Eddie were present, talking to your dad while having some beer at the dining table. Your smile slowly faltered, replaced with with wide eyes laced with embarrassment. Steve heard your steps, looking at your direction before Eddie followed. They both gave you a warm smile, your dad doing the same. “Peach! They were just telling me how you are such a good girl for not giving them a headache when they were looking after you. Cannot thank these men enough, makes me feel at ease knowing that there’s an adult figure around you while me and your mom’s out and about with work.” You dad exclaimed with a smile, giving both men with a pat on the back. “Just tell me when one of you gentleman feels like going on a date, I can hook you up with one of my single friends or colleagues.” Your mom teased, giggling at her statement.

You faked a smile, nervously fiddling with the ends of your skirt. You don’t get why they would lie about them looking after you when you are sure that they know you did not step outside your house the whole time your parents are gone. But you are also thankful that they haven’t mentioned anything to your parents. You focused your gaze on your house slippers, before trying to block out their conversation. You feel Eddie’s eyes follow you as you go through your fridge, grabbing a pint of ice cream and a spoon before sitting down at a bar stool at the kitchen counter. “Mom, what did you call me for?” Asking her with your mouth full of ice cream, she only laughed at you before grabbing a napkin and wiping the sides of your mouth. The action made you smile, scrunching your nose to which both men ound adorable, hoping they would be the ones to do it soon.

“Me and your dad might need to go back at our old house to sort the deed and for smoother transitions of our jobs. Apparently, something wasn’t filed properly in regard to our old property. While some files are missing from our old office, so me and you dad is thinking that maybe we can sort it out the sooner the better.” She explained, a melancholic expression writte on her face as she watches your expression change. “Oh...” you muttered “but there’s going to be a storm, they say.” You tried to reason out.

“I know honey, which might make this trip longer. Like our previous trip overseas.” your chest felt heavy, resisting the urge to cry and telling her your mistakes, you just gave her a small smile with a nod. Your mom smiled back, before whispering a series of apologies.

Steve watched the whole interaction, eavesdropping. As a latch key child himself, he’s happy that despite being your parents being barely there, they never shied away from showing you affection and assurance even though it's not always enough. He keeps his emotions at bay, because even though he is at awe, he is also annoyed at you. Annoyed at how you’re acting that nothing happened that night. At how you refused to leave your house, not even texting them when they gave you their number. Since that night, all Steve thought about was how you tasted. How it engulfed all his senses. He kept on telling Eddie how sinful you tasted even though the other guy had his share as well.

You felt Steve’s burning stare, meeting his eyes when you looked up. You felt your cheeks heat up, before putting your head down. Eddie’s laughter is ringing throughout the kitchen, telling your parents some wild stories about his youth. You excused yourself after knowing when your parents will leave once again, eyes planted onto the floor the whole time you’re walking towards your room.

For you, the nights are getting colder and lonelier. Trying to stop the wobbling of your lip as you’re close to crying, you bit you bottom lip before wiping your eyes.

There was a faint knock on your door while you were reading a book inside your room. Fixing your glasses, you looked up before answering “come in”. Your door slowly opened, revealing Steve and Eddie. Steve looks dashing, wearing his usual black office slacks, a grey button-down shirt with the top two buttons undone. Eddie wearing his black leather jacket, fitted top underneath with his black ripped jeans.

Your eyes widened a little, taking them in and how they look so good every time you see them before distracting yourself with the book in front of you. “H-hi?” They barely heard your greeting as you put your book down, fixing your glasses while avoiding their stares. Their stares felt heavy, making your palms clammy and sweaty with the sudden nervousness you’re feeling as memories from weeks before came back. Both of them looked around your room, both thinking how adorable you decorated it. Pink walls decorated with pastel blue trinkets, fairy lights, tons of plushies with some books littered all over the carpeted floor.

“Can we talk, sweetheart?” Eddie asked, his brown doe-eyes focused on you, face laced with concern. Steve just gave you a small smile, looking around your room more before his eyes landed on the unfinished shelves. He took a mental note on how he can help you with your room soon.

You nodded your head obediently, motioning for them to come in as you push 2 stools towards them. “I’m sorry, I don’t usually have guests inside my room. Do you want to seat on my bed instead?” You asked them in a hushed tone, intimidated with how big of a contrast they are to your room. Eddie softly chuckled, moving both stools so they can sit directly in front of you. Both of them sat down, their huge frames struggling to even sit comfortably. “No no, this is alright. Quite comfy.” Eddie joked, making you giggle before taking a seat.

“I—“ you started, grabbing a plushie beside you while you try to ease your nerves. “I uhm— i’m sorry.” You softly whispered, looking up to Eddie and Steve with shy eyes and flushed cheeks, looking fill of remorse. This took both of them off-guard, expecting you to tell them to fuck off or how you’ll tell your parents about what they did. Taking a shaky breath, you continued “I-I really did not want to— I swear I did not mean it to h-happen. Y-you’re just trying to help cause my mom and-and daddy— they know you’re both kind and I did that but— but it felt so good, and I don’t know why” you try to explain while your eyesight gets blurry, lips forming into a pout while your brows furrowed in frustration while you pour your heart out.

Eddie’s breath hitched, while Steve took a deep breath. “Sweetheart, you did nothing wrong.” Leaning in, Steve answered in a hushed voice, not wanting your parents to come in after telling them that him and Eddie will just have a quick chat with you to see if you’re fine with them looking after you. “It felt good, right?” The older man asked to which you nod your head before whispering “yes.” “It’s not wrong, baby.” Eddie looked at your face, your eyes red while you sniff. “Baby, look at me” his voice dipped lower, giving Steve a quick side eye. “It wasn’t wrong, okay? It felt good, it felt so good. And you liked it, didn’t you?”

You tried to hold your stare while feeling so embarrassed, you only nodded. Steve tsk-ed, shaking his head “words, baby. Come on.” God, the room was suffocating. With such heavy stares, the air felt thick and as if trying to close in on you. Your mind is reeling on all the emotions that are so new to you that you don’t even know what is happening, and what words are coming out of your mouth. Every breath they both take; you feel on your skin. Their close proximity is leaving you no room to have clear thoughts on what they’re even saying to you.

“Yes. F-felt good. But— but I don’t know. Its still wrong..” Closing your eyes in frustration, you try to clear your thoughts even though its invaded by Steve and Eddie’s silhouettes. Steve looked at you in awe, mischievousness glinting in his eyes while he takes you in. He knows you’re fighting yourself. He knows you are having an inner turmoil on what the heck is happening and how things are progressing. He knows that even though the guilt is slowly consuming you, you wanted it to happen again.

Eddie watched you take deep breathes, his mind reeling on how you look so delectable while you consider what is even happening with you and how they’re playing with you. Like Steve, its evident to him that you were trying to stop the unseeable force that pushes you towards them. He wanted to run his fingers over your whole body. His eyes started travelling lower before he stopped himself and spoke again.

“What about this, we will give you some time to think about what happened. It’s a lot, we know it sweetheart. So, just put it aside for now, okay? As long as we know now about what you thought about it. As long as you don’t push us away.” The statement made you gasp slightly, shaking your head “oh no-! I-I would never!” You looked at them with wide eyes, slightly panicking that you just gave them the idea that you will be ignoring them even. Steve just chuckled at how cute you are, his hand now finding your arm while he rubs it up and down gently. The touch made your insides gooey, oddly liking the warmth of his palm.

“Now that we’ve got that sorted. How about you come to our place for dinner, when your parents leave?” Steve continued his actions, watching how your face slowly shows doubt. Before you can even answer, he continued while tucking some strands of your hair behind your ear “you know, we thought it would be a nice chance to get to know each other more. Some nice dinner meal to ease your shyness around us. Kind of like a sleepover, somehow.” He looked straight to your eyes, smiling.

And when Steve gave you a tender smile, your indecisiveness disappeared, finding yourself nodding before answering and accepting their offer. Eddie and Steve gave you a quick hug, before leaving your room. You stood in the middle of your room awkwardly, holding both of your cheeks on your hands.

“Wednesday.” You whispered to yourself, looking at your calendar “2 days after mom and dad leaves.”

20 minutes early.

You are 20 minutes early, standing awkwardly in front of the massive black oak door that you feel like will eat you one of these days. This is the first time you’ve visited Eddie’s house. Looking at his house with amazement on how gothic and mysterious his house looks like overall, the complete opposite to Steve. You love how the blacks and reds are evident on every exterior part of the house, even his garden, that you’re pretty sure the inside of his house would be the same. The metal dragon decorations kind of intimidating you.

You took a deep breath, adjusting your glasses and your knee-high socks. You went over your outfit in your mind once again, figuring that if you don’t like it anymore, you can always run back home, and change given that you’re early either way. You’re wearing a pink checkered skirt, paired with knee high socks that has some lace at the end while wearing a thick platform loafer shoes. You chose a cream cardigan, leaving the top and bottom buttons unbuttoned that fits your simple make-up and your low pig tails.

Shaking off your anxiety, you scold yourself on how you’re overreacting as if you’re going on a date with them when in fact its just going to be a friendly dinner. You ignore the dreadful gut feeling that you kept on getting throught the days leading up to the said dinner, repeating to yourself that everything will be fine and you’re with the adults that your parents trust either way.

Easing the nervousness out of you after a 5-minute pep talk, you gain the courage to finally press Eddie’s doorbell which made your insides queasy. The seconds dragged by as if they’re hours, thinking that maybe you should run back home now and text them that you have a stomach-ache or the flu. You were seriously considering it before the door opened, revealing Eddie in a loose metallica shirt and a black denim short that shows off more of his pale,tattoed skin. His pretty brown eyes widened as he open his arms for a quick hug to which you shyly gave him. “Oh sweetheart, look at you. So pretty.” His eyes scanned your whole body, loving how his flattery dusted your cheeks pink. “Mr. Munson, please.” “What did I say? Call me Eddie.” You giggled shyly, playfully giving his shoulder a shove.

You look fucking delicious in his eyes, how your whole existence is begging him to ruin you on the spot. The pigtails, the fucking skirt that he is pretty sure will show your ass to them if you lean over, and oh how your knee-high socks emphasise your thighs. You are perfect. Deliciously perfect for them to eat your innocence whole and not share it with the world.

Eddie’s smile widened, his name giving him goosebumps when you whispered it. “Just saying the truth,” he continued, guiding you inside his house. “Welcome to my humble abode” he gave you a quick tour on his living room, before finding your way towards the kitchen where you can hear someone moving around. “Is that our princess, Eds?” The nickname made you chuckle, scratching your nape embarrassingly while you walk towards Steve. “The one and only” the longer haired guy answered with a grin, pushing you softly towards Steve. Steve immediately swoons on how you’re dressed up, eyes wrinkling as he gives you the biggest smile. “Oh darling look at you! Is this all for us?” He cooed, giving him a playful shove like what you did to Eddie. Steve only chuckled, grabbing some plates to plate up the dinner he made. “I hope you’re a big fan of roast?” He asked to which you only nod.

Eddie grabbed some cutleries, motioning for you to follow him towards the dinner table. The table was decorated so beatifully, some red candles with gothic candle holders adorn the table making you gasp in awe. “These are like the ones from the book that I’ve read!” You exclaimed, clasping your hands together while Eddie laughs loudly at your reaction. “What type of books have you been reading, doll?” He playfully asks, pulling your chair out while Steve arranges your plate for you.

Their actions felt so domestic that you needed to pull your head out from the clouds and tell yourself that its just dinner between good friends and that they’re adults, they probably like women their age anyways. Women cooler than you. You were deep in thought before Steve served you a glass of juice and a glass of wine for him and Eddie. “Thank you for this” you tell them with a smile, sitting comfortably on your chair. Eddie just grinned while Steve waved his hand, telling you not to worry about it.

The dinner went too well that for the first time this evening, you weren’t feeling nervous or shy around them. You joked around while you tell them your hobbies, from baking to reading. Steve telling you how he wants to learn how to bake too, urging Eddie to tease him about his sudden decision about learning how to bake. Eddie told you briefly about his background, how he was in a band before earning a lot by being a producer and owning his own record store. Steve,meanwhile, told you about his job at his father’s company before making his own that handles sports and golf clubs. Your mouth was open the whole time, gasping and in awe on how they managed to accomplish so many things on their age to which they only shrugged before saying thank you with a humble smile.

You all moved to Eddie’s lounge room, after getting kicked out by the said man for trying to help with cleaning and washing the dishes. Steve told you about how him and Eddie met after they graduated highschool through common friends, even though they went to the same school. You asked him why, saying that he’ll tell you more about their highschool life once you warm up to them completely to which you just smile in an understanding way.

Eddie came to the lounge room, a bottle of whiskey in one hand while the other holds two glasses. He gently puts them on the table, looking at you. “So, we’ve figured out that since the night is still young, might as well drink a little. Do you want me to make you a cocktail, peach? I make some mean cocktails” Eddie gave you a smile, pouring some whiskey on his glass.

“Uhm I don’t know..” you answered, unconsciously fiddling with your fingers while you shift on your seat. “Aw, come on. It’ll be fun! Just to loosen up, nothing too hard.” Steve leaned in a bit, his smile tugging on your chest to say yes. You looked at Eddie that gave you just a smirk, tilting his head “anddd, your parents are not here. They won’t know, we won’t tell them. We promise. Scouts honour.” He held his left hand up, making you laugh “you’re not even a boy scout Mr. Munson— I mean, Eddie. But okay, fine.” You held your hands up in defeat, giving both of them a roll of your eyes, making Steve scoff while poking your sides saying how sassy you are; Eddie already gone to make you your sweet cocktail.

Eddie grabbed a margarita glass, quickly making work of a strawberry margarita while adding more strawberry puree on the mix to make it sweeter. He took a glance on where you and Steve are, making sure Steve is distracting you before sliding his hand on his back pocket to get a small baggie with a white powder. Putting in half of the bag on your drink before shaking it, he quickly puts it back on his back pocket before decorating your drink with fresh strawberries.

He went back to the lounge room, watching Steve laugh at your reaction when you took a big gulp on the whiskey. “Steve!” You cried before coughing, “you told me it will taste nice!” You pouted, huffing and crossing your arms while the bitter aftertaste of the alcohol lingered on your tongue. Steve only laughed harder, clutching his stomach “I did not tell you to drink almost half of it! Geez!” He wiped his teary eyes from laughing too hard, before calming down. Eddie sat beside you, handling you the pink concoction “Here you go mi lady, one strawberry margarita for you made by the best.” He boasted, giving Steve a side eye while the latter just returned it with a smirk, taking a sip of his almost empty whiskey.

“Are you sure this is sweet, Eddie? My first-time drinking alcohol and Steve made me drink a yucky one” you scrunched your nose in disgust, pouting to which Eddie cooed “trust me, I told you I will make you a mean cocktail. Drink slowly though, it might hit you too hard given that its your first-time drinking.” You eyed the margarita, before slowly taking a sip. Your eyes widened, a smile slowly creeping up your face “this tastes so so good!” You took more sips before giving Eddie a pat on the back “sorry for doubting you!” You giggled, loving the taste of the drink.

You hummed while drinking it, unaware of how both men are watching you while continuing your conversations with them. Unconsciously, you started talking animatedly about random topics about you, sipping you drink constantly as Eddie pours more to your glass. You just watched him while giggling, taking another sip. Time went by as all of you talked from one topic to the other then all of a sudden, you felt dizzy. Too dizzy for a 2 and a half glass of margarita.

You started fanning yourself, fiddling with your top as you try to remain seated and act that nothing is wrong. Biting your lip, you closed your eyes for a bit as another wave of dizziness washed over you, your heart racing while your body kept on getting hotter. You opened your eyes and held on to the couch, clutching it before letting out a soft gasp. “I-I don’t f-feel so good..” you whispered in a breathy way while looking at Steve. His face is holding an amused smirk as he watches you wriggle on your spot. “M-might’ve been... too— too m-much..” you slurred, slumping back to the couch as your fingers nimbly moved by itself, unbuttoning your cardigan to let your body cool. Eddie watched your movement, tongue licking his bottom lip at how you’re unravelling in front of them.

You started taking deep breaths, mind slowly leaving your body, feeling as if you’re melting onto the couch. Both men moved closer. Steve wiped your forehead, placing a tender kiss while your body is now covered in a light sheen of sweat. Eddie moved closer to your neck, leaving trail of soft, wet kisses. “Let go, baby. It’s alright, we got you. Want to see you crumble. Wanna see you break.” He whispered on your skin, making you whimper.

The whimper made Steve’s jaw slack, a deep growl erupting from his chest. “Let’s move her to the room,you got it all set up?” He asked Eddie, watching him carefully lift your body. “Of course.” Eddie smirked, his ring-clad fingers felt nice on your searing skin that you cannot help but mewl and chase the coolness,leaning more in his touch.

They placed you gently in the middle of the bed, Steve looking around to see if all cameras are working. They bought more just for this, thinking that one copy is not enough for them, they even bought an extra one that they can pass around so they can video you up-close. “U-ugh..” you kept on wriggling on the bed, your body trying to at least regain some control. You feel your body getting numb, though you kept on babbling while you cross your legs. There was a sudden urge that made your stomach tingle, wetness slowly dampening your cotton underwear.

The bed dipped, Steve and Eddie slowly removing articles of your clothing one by one which made you sigh in relief, the air and their fingers cooling your skin lightly. “Now baby, want us to help you? Its too much, isn’t it?” Eddie cooed, swiping his thumb on your bottom lip as you let out some soft gasps. He watches you try to answer, your pupils blown wide as you nod your head “y-yes.. yes.. too much f’me..” you whined, your eyes tearing up a bit. Steve grunted when you were left in your underwear, licking his lips nervously as his eyes darted from your bra to your wet cotton panties. “Fuck.” He murmurs, making Eddie look at you as well. “Its like she fucking knows” he laughed, his husky voice ringing in your ears.

Both men looked at each other, having an unspoken conversation. They know that once they do this, there’s no going back. The possible consequences if your parents find out, the judgement of other people, the guilt. Yet their desire and want for you overpowered all those thoughts, giving each other a firm nod.

Eddie unclasped your bra, letting your breasts spill free making him moan at the sight while Steve slid off your panties. His mouth salivated at the wetness, his long and thick fingers dipping slightly making you squirm while breathing heavily. Strings of your cum connected to his fingers before lifting it towards his mouth to suck it off. The action made Eddie’s cock harden, stripping himself off of his shirt and his jeans as Steve does the same, both men now kneeling on the bed only with their boxers.

“You want this, honey?” Steve asked, his hand holding your face as he grips it harshly making your eyes water. “Y-yes.. yes..” you mewled. Steve’s grip tightened slightly as his voice dipped “louder, honey. Need to hear it loud and clear.” His dominance made you shiver despite feeling like your soul left your body already. “Y-yes! Yes please—want it, want it.” You babbled, not even sure what you’re pleading about nor that you’re naked and at mercy of the two men you least thought would do this to you.

“Good girl.” Eddie praised you, following Steve on discarding his boxers. His hands grabbed the flesh of your thighs, spreading it to expose your cunt. “Fuck, look at how wet you are sweet girl... this is all for us yeah?” He asked, grinning from ear to ear as Steve moved away slightly to grab a video cam, recording your dripping pussy. “Come on, Munson. Time to show our sweetheart how good we can make her feel.” Steve urged, sitting behind you as he lifts you up a little, your back resting against his broad,hairy chest. You were boneless, easily maneuvered by them two. Your mind is foggy, watching Eddie’s head disappear between your thighs.

Eddie’s tongue gave your pussy tentative licks first, groaning at your sweetness. The vibrations went straight to your clit, making you moan. Steve held the camera directly pointing it at Eddie while he whispered to your ear. “That’s it, sweetheart. Moan for us, let us hear you.” His words made your pussy clench on nothing while Eddie eats you out. Heavy breaths from all 3 of you can be heard in the room besides the wet slick from how Eddie devours your pussy. His tongue going in and out as his thumb finds your clit to rub it in soft yet fast circles.

“Does it feel good, baby? Want us to do this to you since you met us, huh?” Steve nudged your head, waiting you to answer him. “Answer me, whore.” He commanded, making you cry out. “F-feel so.. feel so g-good I-I wan’ it s’bad feels nice s-so nice—“ your babbling got cut off when Eddie pushed one of his fingers in, not giving you enough time to savour it before he pulls it out, only to push it back in. It made you gasp softly as he adds another one, the feeling of his fingers and his tongue overwhelmed you.

You tried to close your legs, your eyes rolling back as you let moan after moan fall off your lips. “Fuck, you’re already losing your mind. Its not even our dicks yet!” Steve laughed, amused at how you’re wriggling under his hold while he flicks your nipple to make it hard under his touch. Eddie chuckled, continuing his ministrations. He is sucking harshly on your clit, flicking it occasionally while his fingers pump in and out of you. He felt you clench around his fingers, your thighs shaking while you cry out, feeling your cum coat his fingers.

Eddie groaned at the taste, lapping every drop before he moved his face away, fingers still inside you. “Such a naughty girl, did not even bothered to ask for permission before cumming.” He snorted, smacking your cunt with his other hand. Steve tsked in disapproval, pulling your head back by your hair, pigtails now ruined.

The harsh grip made you choke a sob, your scalp stinging at the action. Tears overflowed from your eyes, your eyesight blurry and out of focus. “We’ll let it slide for now, yeah? I forgot that sluts like you need to be taught first.” Steve saw your blown-out pupils, loving the control he had over you. He is vibrating with how much dominance he can exert over you, his blood pumping adrenaline all over his body knowing that they are the first ones that saw you like this. Held you like this. Breaking you like this. His cock is hard under you, slightly grinding it on your lower back for friction.

Eddie inserted his fingers into you once again, pumping it in a vigorous pace. You are now sobbing, trying to close your legs once again even though Steve is gripping both of your thighs wide open now. With your face scrunched in pleasure, you try to warn them that its too much even though you can’t form a coherent sentence. You felt a band snap inside you, before feeling something gush out of you. Eddie’s eyes widened, before continuing his actions. He started laughing darkly, continuing despite your slurred protest. “Shit! Did you see that, Harrington? We fucking got a squirter here!” He exclaimed, making Steve’s cock twitch. Eddie grabbed the camera with his other hand, zooming it in on your pussy as it squirts. He held his wet hand over your mouth as you struggle to catch your breath, pushing it inside your mouth. “Suck.” He ordered, watching you suck and clean his fingers messily.

You are far gone, your eyes glassy and blown while drool slowly build up on the sides of your mouth. Steve noticed how you don’t answer anymore, only mewls and moans kept leaving your mouth now. He gently dropped your torso on the bed, before positioning himself. “Eds— fuck— you gotta let me have her first man. I’m going to fucking explode.” A deep groan left his mouth, tugging on his cock to ease the dull pain of holding back. Eddie just sighed, tying his hair into a messy bun as he watches Steve collect some of your slick using his cock to lube himself. “Fine,” the elder mumbled, letting Steve grab your thighs to push it high once more, positioning it on a mating press.

Steve lined his cock on your entrance, watching your pussy clench in anticipation. Brushing his hair up with his shaky hand, not that his nervous. But the thought of corrupting you, fucking you first almost made him cum on the spot without being inside of you. He took a deep breath, eyeing your face as you look at him with unfocused eyes, propped up slightly with the pillows. He slowly pushed his huge cock in, watching your face contort in pain. Your hands moved a little, trying to grab his arms while you cry. Eddie held you, kissing your tear-stained cheeks. “Shh, it’ll be fine sweetheart. You’re taking Stevie so well.” Eddie whispered on your skin, hands playing and pinching your nipples to distract you from the discomfort. Steve kept pushing, inch by inch as he grinds his teeth.

You’re tight, too tight that Steve feels every part of your insides hugging his length. When he bottomed out, he released a breath, his forehead now graced with sweat as he waits for you to feel comfortable. Eddie, now sucking your breasts, playfully bit your nipple making you squeak and move your hips. Steve took this as a sign, pulling out until the tip before slamming back in, making you choke a sob. Steve moaned loudly, breathing ragged as he slowly find his pace. “Fuck,oh fuck— honey—“ he mumbled, his fingers gripping your thighs as if his life depends on it, dipping a little to fuck you in a deep angle.

His cock was hitting your cervix, his hips now snapping in an animalistic way that every thrust of his comes with a moan and strings of praises from him.

“Taking my length like a good girl”

“Yeah? Am I filling you up real good, princess?”

“Fuck, look at you. So fucked out. Your cunt is taking me so well like your fucking made for us.”

You only answered him with whines and moans, drooling from the pleasure that both men are making you feel. You answered every praise with a series of “ah ah ah” in rhythm with his every thrust, though a particular thrust made you cry out, nails raking over his arms as you try to hold him close. Steve chuckled, hitting the spot again. “Right there? God— you’re so beautiful.” He leaned in when Eddie backed away, his lips finding yours. Steve licked the sides of your lips to clean your mess slightly before slotting his on yours. He licked your bottom lip, making you open your mouth. Teeths clashing and tongues colliding, he savoured the feeling of your softness on his taste buds. Never have he felt on high like this for someone, the amount of pleasure doubled inside him. Your nails raked on his broad back as you try to hug him close, Steve’s head now burried on the side of your neck, leaving marks on your neck. You cry out in pleasure and overstimulation, face scrunched while feel your body chasing its high. Your climax hit you like a truck, sobbing as you feel your release while Steve continues to pound on you like a wolf in rut.

Eddie watched with envy and lust, tugging on his own cock to relieve some pressure while his other hand holds the camera to film you and Steve. His own patience wearing thin when he noticed the cream at the base of Steve’s cock while your thighs shake. Eddie wanted to shove his cock down your throat at the same time but held himself back knowing how oversensitive you might be to take them on both.

Steve groaned when he felt the stickiness of your release with every thrust, his hips slowly faltering, feeling himself close. “I’m so close honey— g-god you’re sucking me in so well. Want me to fuck you full, sweet girl?” Your hands gripped his arms again, trying to shake your head with how overstimulated you are. Steve only hissed, before pulling out of you to tug on his cock and spill his release on your stomach. He threw his head back, combing his hair while he spill every bit on you, watching it paint your stomach and chest. Your quivering thighs rests on the mattress, twitching slightly. Steve’s ragged breaths can be heard, smiling to himself. If this is how it feels every time he gets to taste you, then he will make sure that he gets to taste you every chance he gets.

With a sigh, Eddie pointed the camera on your wasted appearance. Eyes closed as your hair sticks to your forehead and skin wildly, lips red and slick with the amount of times you’ve bitten it out of pleasure, tears staining your cheeks in euphoria. Eddie held your face affectionately; his heart being squeezed in delight and softness as you open your eyes to look at him beneath your lashes. You leaned into his touch and sighed. The action made his skin heat up with want and need, letting go of the camera before holding your face between his hands to kiss you deeply. You softly hummed in the kiss, mouth quickly opening and letting Eddie explore every crevice of your mouth, his tongue toying yours as he slots himself in between you.

Eddie pulled away slowly, string of saliva connecting your lips as his hands explore every inch of you. His rough, calloused hands took its time with every curve as if savouring and burning it in his mind. Fuck his conscience, he wants you like this for him every time. When he felt your body relaxed under his touch, his lips found your sternum down to the vallety of your breasts, leaving trails of wet kisses and hickeys. Your hands found his hair, tangling your fingers as Eddie continues his actions. The slight tug of his hair when he sucked hard on your skin made his cock twitch, making him move away to flip you on your stomach.

He watched you relax on your forearms, eyes finding Steve as he sat down near the edge of the bed to watch you two. Body now relaxed as he took a quick smoke, eyes wrinkling as he smiles to the both of you. You just looked at him with hooded eyes, before you looked back at Eddie when you felt him slide his tip in your folds. “I’ll never get tired of this if this is what you look like every time you come undone.” He murmured, licking his bottom lip as he slowly inch his way in to you. Eddie’s eyes drinking how you back is arched deliciously, hands finding the curves of your waist to knead and grope.

The intrusion made you gasp, your eyes closing with the seansation once again. Eddie tried to pace himself knowing how rough Steve has gotten you, but the mixture of your cum and squirt, the tightness of your pussy and how it feels around him made it impossible. Once balls deep, he quickly found himself pulling back to his tip before slamming his hips onto you once again. The rough trust made you wantonly moan, gripping the sheets with your mouth agape.

It was a never-ending cycle of pleasure for you. Eddie’s hands now gripping your hips that he is sure will leave bruises on your skin, his balls slapping your clit as he gives you deep-fast thrusts to hit that one thing that makes you scream in need. You turned your head to the side, fresh tears now streaming down your cheeks, making Steve crawl towards you to wipe them away.

“Oh baby, such a perfect girl for us. Cannot ask for more.” He whispers in awe, soft lips kissing your heavy eyelids as you take every inch of Eddie’s cock, your nose scrunching in pleasure as Eddie finds your clit once again, this time rubbing it fast. He felt you clench on him, making his hips falter for a bit and a his felt out of his lips before continuing his punishing pace. You cry out as you feel him pull your hair, your puffy cunt gushing out slick because of the sting of his action, your walls crumbling down as your release shock you.

Eddie huskily moaned, cream forming at the base of his cock once more while you try to crawl away from him, feeling so spent and overstimulated, making his grip on your hips tighten to the point that you feel his rings kiss your skin. He continued abusing your g-spot with every thrust, his breathing heavier that earlier, chasing his own high that is so close he can feel it all over his body. “F-fuck— peaches I-I’m— I’m gonna cum on this fucking pussy— s-so fucking good—“

He spanked your ass, groping the flesh when it became red. He spanked it again and again, feeling you clench every time. His thumb ghosted slightly on your puckered hole, mumblig to himself how him and Steve will use it one of these days. The sensation made his breath hitch, hips coming to a still before he pulls out to tug on his cock and spill his every bit of his cum on your back, “fuck!” He loudly exclaimed. Eddie threw his head back, strings of curses falling out of his mouth. He slumped down on the bed, chest heaving to chase his breath, staring directly at your abused cunt that is dripping your juices. Your body gave up, laying down flat on the bed with your thighs slightly shaking.

Eddie and Steve looked at your tired form, chest swelling with a mixture of emotions. Guilt, pride, a certain affection and softness towards you. Now that they have you on their palms, yor taste on their tongue, they won’t let you go no matter what you say.

Both Steve and Eddie stood up. Eddie turning the cameras off and grabbing some boxers for him and his best friend. While Steve directly went straight to the bathroom to grab a wash cloth and ran it under lukewarm water to clean up the mess they made on your body. The men gently laid you on your back, your quiet snores can be heard as they clean you up and make you comfortable the best that they could, placing you in between them.

Steve slid his arm under your head while Eddie’s arm draped over your chest to give you a hug and cuddle you, “I know we planned this out but— I don’t think we can really let her go after this.” Eddie mumbled, sleep slowly crawling on his system while looking at you. Steve only chuckled, careful not to wake you up, combing his hair. “Me too. That was just— fucking phenomenal.” Both men knew that at that moment, they’ll have you any way possible and have every inch of you.

As the night settles, the cool air of Hawkins made its way to the room you all shared, where soft and steady breaths can only be heard while both men cuddled you. Steve’s thoughts ran at all the things that might happen when you wake up, while Eddie’s full of thoughts about how quickly their obsession with you is pulling them in deeper and deeper, yet both held no remorse for what they have done.

The sun rays were peeking through the room’s heavy maroon curtains, one particular ray shining across your face. You grunt, body slowly trying to twist into a more comfortable position while your head throbs. Trying to turn, you felt restricted with two set of arms holding you, making your body jolt to sit up. Your eyes immediately opened, ignoring the harsh sunlight and the throbbing pain of your head as you look around the room.

This isn’t your room. Too far from your usual décor. Your face slowly pales at the realisation, before you feel someone shift beside you. You looked down and saw a pair of familiar tattoed arms laid across your stomach, and a mop of chestnut hair resting on the other side. You felt both of their touches on your skin, making you look down and realising that you are naked. Its like a bucket of ice water was splashed against you, a gasp escaping your dried throat that almost choked you when your hands found its way to your mouth to cover the shock. You tried to wiggle out of their hold, the situation slowly sinking on you as you try to remember what brought you on the bed with them. You ignored Eddie’s soft grunts when you tried to move his arms away, trying to crawl out of bed as a wave of nausea hits you.

“Peach?” Eddie grunted, his voice low and deep, brown eyes slowly opening to look at you. Eddie’s voice made Steve shuffle close to your naked body, his voice laced with sleep when he noticed you sitting up “Sweetheart, come back to bed please.” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes when the sunlight hits him. You shook your head, a shaky breath escaping your lips as you successfully crawled out of the bed.

Your feet found the cold floor, your legs slightly trembling, taking notice of the slight stickiness between your legs which made you hold yourself. Quickly making your way towards the open door of the bathroom, you saw your reflection which made tears cascade on your cheeks and bile slowly rising up your throat.

Steve and Eddie quickly followed your form, clad in only their boxers. They stayed outside near the open door, watching you take yourself in the mirror. Your hair is dishevelled, hickeys littered across your skin. You looked down and saw some bruises near your hips and thighs along with some more marks that both men did. It made the bile rise up your throat quickly, flinging yourself towards the toilet bowl as you retched and vommited everything inside your stomach. Both men quickly went inside, Eddie holding your hair up while Steve rubs your back soothingly, not one of them saying a word.

Emptying more than what your stomach had, you sobbed loudly on their touch when Steve wiped your mouth gently with a cloth. Your mind is not comprehending what is happening, nor remembering how it became like this. You cried out in frustration as you think of the night before, always getting stuck on the part where you had drinks, making you cover your face in shame and guilt. “Shh, shh, come on honey. Let’s get you back on the room.” Steve softly whispered, helping Eddie guide your boneless form while you continue to cry.

You sobbed even when they were putting one of Eddie’s shirt on you and making you take some sips of water, your body feeling uncomfortably sticky. You have never imagined your first time like this. Losing your virginity like this. For you, you always thought that your first time would be with someone you dated for a long time that you cannot help but love them. Soft dances, gentle caresses and touches that won’t leave marks. All those romance books made you think that your first time should be a gift to the guy you’ll love for the first time as well. The shame of losing it this way made you sobbed harder, your heartbeat quickening as you get overwhelmed with all the emotions hitting you all at once.

Your train of thought was shattered when both of them kneeled in front of you, Steve rubbing soft circles on your thighs while Eddie holds your hand. “Breathe,baby. Breathe.” The older of the three of you whispered, brown eyes holding pity when you wipe your tears, looking through blurry eyes at the both of them. “Why..?” You manage to croak out, voice raspy and rough making you cough a bit.

Steve gave Eddie a quick look before he speaks “You wanted it, sweetheart. You told us last night.” He spoke gently, a pang of guilt hitting him when he said those words, but he knows that he needs to do this in order to have you fully. “W-what?” You mumbled in disbelief, “b-but I-I can’t remember last night—! I-I’m trying to but I c-can’t!” You cried out, hands gripping your hair in annoyance as you keep on trying to remember. “I-I lost my virginity this way when I— I told myself I won’t— this is wrong..” you told them, wiping your tears. The word made Eddie’s jaw tick in annoyance, Steve’s stare turning dark. “I-I’m sorry Mr. Harrington, Mr. Munson I-I— this is wrong— I m-must’ve been— this was a mistake I-I’m sorry.” You try to get out of their hold, planning to scramble your way out with your clothes on your arms but was cut off when Eddie stood up, his neck red as he try to control his emotions when you kept on saying that it was a mistake.

“Mistake?” He scoffed, crossing his inked arms over his chest as he looks down on you, the warmth pooling his brown eyes now gone. “Mistake? Sweetheart—“ he leaned down a little, watching you look up at him beneath your lashes. “You asked for it.” The deep timbreof his voice made your skin crawl, shaking your head in disbelief, looking down to meet Steve’s eyes that are now stern cold. “You did ask for it. In a sweet way too.” Steve answered with a smile not reaching his eyes, fingers fiddling with the frayed end of the shirt you’re wearing before he continues “Do you think we’ll do this if you did not ask?” Your mouth hanged open, stuttering with what they both said “I-I that’s— T-that’s not how I—“ you try to reason out, feeling your throat constrict in anxiety.

“Not how you what?” Eddie asked out of annoyance “not how you act when drunk? How would you know when its your first time drinking?” His harsh tone made you feel small, blinking your tears away. Steve only hummed, still kneeling in front of you. “Y-Yes! But- but I would not react that way— I-I know myself! I—“ you argued, looking frantically at both of them. Your stubborness made both of them sigh, Steve standing up suddenly to walk away and grab something.

Your eyes followed him, wearing only nothing but sweatpants. You noticed him holding a video camera, face now void of emotion before putting it on your lap. “Here ya’ go. Maybe this will refresh your memory?” You stared at him in confusion before looking back up at Eddie that only motioned for you to go on. “Open it.” He mumbled while your trembling hands try to figure out how to turn the video camera on. “Now press this one, the gallery.” Steve asked you to, hitting play after you follow his instructions. Your stomach churns in anxiety when the video immediately started.

Your eyes widened when you watched Eddie’s face disappeared between your thighs, your ears not believing that all the needy whimpers heard from the video came out of your mouth. “Yeah? You like that sweet girl? Told you, all you just need to do is ask.” Steve’s voice can be heard despite all your whimpers, Eddie chuckling when he moved away slightly to slide in his finger inside you, making you moan really loudly. The obscene noises you all made pricked your skin with goosebumps. The video continued, closing your eyes when you heard Eddie say “Shit! Did you see that Harrington?! We fucking got a squirter here!” And as you cry out on the video saying “more, please. P-please..”

Eddie noticed you closing your eyes, huffing before he took hold of your face. “Open your eyes and watch. See if you didn’t asked for it.” You felt helpless, only nodding while your lower lip tremble, trying to hold your tears in. Steve played the next video, the camera pointing towards your face and torso, tears evident as Steve pounded your pussy roughly. His harsh breaths and moans can be heard mix with yours. The camera focused on his cock going in and out of you, making Steve’s cock harden while he watch the video with you.

“God— you love being fucked like this don’t you?’ You only hummed as an answer in the video, making Steve thrusting into you deep. “What? I can’t hear you honey.” He teasingly asked, making you answer loudly “uh-huh! Wan’it!” You looked so fucked out in the video, arms holding him close when he leaned in for a kiss. Steve pressed next which played Eddie’s video, fucking you from behind. His rough hands spanking your meaty ass, watching it jiggle before groping it. You heard Eddie mumble when his thumb touched your ass hole “me and Steve will be using this soon, right doll?” You watched in disbelief till his cum painted your back, making you turn off the camera.

You did not notice that tears were streaming down your face again, looking at both men in disbelief while your mind screams at how disappointing you are. With a trembling hand, you handed them the camera while shaking your head. “N-no. No—“ you covered your mouth in shock before breaking down. Your whole body trembled, making Eddie sit down beside you like Steve. Both of them holding you close.

You don’t have the energy to push them away or deny their touches despite it bringing you an odd sense of comfort. Steve and Eddie held you for a few minutes which felt like house, waiting for your breathing to calm down. “Now that you’ve watched it, do you believe us now..? I told you, it wasn’t just us that wanted it. You wanted it first..” Steve whispered, tucking some strands of your hair behind your ear that sticked to your skin because of your tears. “You kept on begging us! I knew we should’ve took evidence of it from the very start, right Eds?” Steve asked the elder that is now resting his face on your shoulder. “Yep, should have recorded how clingy you were, how polite even. You mommy and daddy raised you right,huh?” The mere mention of your parents sent your mind into a frenzy, body shaking when you begin to sob uncontrollably again “Please! P-please don’t tell— don’t tell t-them please! M-mommy and daddy—!” You were slowly panicking, mind drifting that Steve held your face between his hands. “Oh honey, no. No, we won’t tell them. Cause now, you are also our good girl. Right?” His thumb wiped some of your tears away as you stare at him before turning your head slightly to find Eddie already looking at you.

“Mhm, should be our good girl if we don’t want you mommy and daddy finding out, huh?” Eddie huskily whispered on your tear-stained cheeks,making you gulp. Steve looked at you in anticipation, cocking an eyebrow waiting for an answer. You slowly nodded your head, head hurting from getting overwhelmed that your body doesn’t have the energy to go against too. “Words, honey. Use your words now, come on. Say that you’re our good girl forever and we won’t let your mommy and daddy find out” Steve’s voice was clipped, tone serious when he looked down on you. “Y-your good girl..” you mumbled, eyes looking down when you felt both of them grin.

It’s only morning but your body felt tired as if you’ve spent the whole day awake. Your mind too numb while you feel like the room closes in on you, you closed your eyes, sighing in what you’re not sure if its because you’re tired or if its because you accepted your defeat. The shame and guilt that you did this all on yourself. Steve and Eddie’s words sinking in deep inside your mind. You let go, resting your head on Eddie’s which made Steve chuckle darkly.

“There she is. Finally found our good girl, Munson.”

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you too - matt s.

chapter 3 ; waistband

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 4

11:29am

maple syrup by the backseat lovers plays quietly throughout annie's car as we drive back to my apartment from our starbucks brunch.

i told her about my unexpected run-in with the 'matt' boy she told me about, but wasn't about to give her the satisfaction of admitting my attraction to him.

"so he asked for your number? and you seriously believe it was purely so that he could pay for your phone to be fixed?", annie taunts me. "you are so unbelievably naive sometimes, y/n."

i roll my eyes at her and turn up the volume. we're only a few minutes away from my apartment and, as much as i hate to admit it, i can't stop checking my phone hoping for a message from matt. all i can think about is him.

1:14pm

as much as i love winter, sometimes it gets a little too cold. like today.

the second annie dropped me home, i made myself a hot chocolate, got straight in bed, and took a nap for an hour. i woke up to a missed call, crossing my fingers that it was matt. unfortunately, it was just mr bryan asking me if i received the study material he sent me.

now, i'm in the shower attempting to get my mind off matt which, to no surprise, isn't working.

party for two by johnny orlando plays loudly throughout my bathroom and i sing along when the chorus begins-

and i could throw a party

without our friends,

just watch you dance,

and i won’t tell nobody

just you, me and the moon, baby

i squeeze some body wash onto my hand and start lathering myself with it while the song continues. after about a minute i step under the water, closing my eyes and feeling the soap running off my body. my hands slowly trail down my waist, stopping at my hips as the thought of matt slips into my mind. a smile spreads across my face and my eyes remain closed underneath the warm water. i take my hands off of my waist and bring them up to my chest, lightly touching my boobs with the thought of matt still flooding my mind. my fingers make their way down my stomach, hesitating just inches above my pussy. i pull them away, quickly taking a small step back out of the water and opening my eyes.

god. what am i doing? i met this guy just a few hours ago and i'm already imagining him touching me in the shower.

i reach for the tap and turn it all the way off, causing the water to come to a sudden stop. stepping out of the shower, i glance at my reflection in the mirror but can only make out a faint silhouette of myself in the fogged glass. i grab my pink towel off the rack beside me and wrap it tightly around my wet body. my hand reaches for the door handle but i pause when my music stops suddenly. the bathroom falls silent except for the faint drips of water coming from the shower head, followed by a faint ringing coming from my bedroom.

matt?

i swing open the bathroom door and quickly walk to my room to see my phone laying face down on my dresser. taking a deep breath, i walk over and pick the phone up.

unknown number.

i clear my throat and hover my thumb over the answer button for a moment before pressing it.

"hello?"

"hey, is this y/n? it's matt."

his voice sounds even hotter over the phone.

"yeah, hi matt. what's up?"

"what's your address? i can come to yours in ten and give you the money to get your phone fixed if you're free."

i look to my right and see my reflection in my mirror; wet hair, no makeup, and wearing nothing but a towel. there's no way i'm letting matt come to my apartment while i look like this.

i think for a moment before replying,

"can you just venmo me? i'm kinda busy right now."

"busy with..?", he questions.

"just, you know.. assignments and stuff.", i reply.

"if you don't want me to come over you could've just said that, you know."

"no i want you to come over, it's just-"

"you do?", he says, cutting me off.

i hear him let out a light chuckle.

shit.

i say nothing.

"text me your address. i'll be there in 10."

he hangs up.

fuck!

i hear the music on my speaker start playing again as i run to my wardrobe, picking out a pair of bike shorts and the first hoodie i see. then, walking back into my bathroom, i brush my dripping wet hair and twist it up into a claw clip, pulling some strands out at the front. as i spray my deodorant on underneath my hoodie, i hear a message notification ding from my phone. i sit the deodorant on the bathroom counter and rush back into my room. matt again.

*unknown number*: address?

i quickly type my address and apartment number into my phone and press send. he reads it instantly and doesn't reply.

i turn my phone off and throw it onto my bed before pulling open my makeup drawer and taking out my mascara and favourite clear gloss and applying them both.

matt's pov

all i can hear is the loud taps of the heavy afternoon rain pelting down on the roof of my car as i speed down the highway as fast as i can. ever since running into y/n on the way to my lecture this morning, i've been dying to know more about her. as guilty as i feel for smashing her phone, a part of me is so glad that it happened considering i'm now on my way to her apartment.

mansion by lil skies starts playing through my car's speakers and i instantly reach over, turning the volume up and leaning back further in my seat. as the song begins, i can't help but imagine y/n's hands wrapped around my dick, slowly moving up and down while i drive. i let a deep breath out, feeling myself getting horny at the thought of her making me cum. as my car comes to a stop at a red light, i take my left hand off the wheel and lightly rub my dick through my black nike sweats. i bite my lip at the feeling and tilt my head back in pleasure, closing my eyes and moaning softly to myself.

the car behind me honks loudly, causing me to focus my attention back on the road and at the now green light.

fuck, what am i doing.

i put my hand back on the wheel and keep driving.

after about five more minutes, i finally begin pulling into the street that y/n's apartment is on. i take my left hand off of the wheel and place it on my lap. my head quickly shoots downward when i feel my boner through my sweats.

"shit."

after putting the car in park i slightly pull down my sweats and then reach into my boxers, grabbing my dick and tucking it underneath my waistband to hide it. for a moment i consider putting the car in drive and going home to do something about it, but the thought of missing out on seeing y/n again outweighs it.

i step out of my car and nervously walk up a few flights of stairs, and before i know it i'm standing face to face with her apartment door.

a/n ; hopefully this chapter is a little more interesting than the first two- next chapter will be out tomorrow, which does have some smut !! tysm for readinggg 💌

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #smut #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo smut

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harukaprism · 1 year

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Fuck me, old man

Pairing: Welt Yang x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ only, smut, mentions of injuries on reader, nicknames used (little one, my star), spanking, unprotected sex (wear a condom kids), swearing, pussy slapping, fingering, welt calls you his slut, oral (receiving), this is all just filthy filthy filthy. Do I need to tag gloves being used?

Word Count: 3,224

Dawn's notes: Shhhhhh, just have sex with the old man. It's good for the soul.

You were not looking forward to the lecture you were going to get the second you stepped back onto The Express. Your mission had gone well of course, you were a Nameless and an expert traveler for The Express as the others were, but Welt Yang was harsher on you than the others.

You were hoping it was for a sexual reason and not that he was an old man and “youths these days”. Loading your wounded body onto the train you easily avoided Himeko and the others, Welt nowhere to be seen, yet. Opening the door to your room and throwing your body onto your bed you stared at the ceiling; a few decorations that you had put up there that March had given you and little doodles that Welt had done in his past time.

You had admired his work as an animator on his planet, his skills showed in every drawing he made, silly little things he made for all of the Nameless on the train, but it seemed he put more effort into the drawings he gave you. You had asked him about his planet and begged him to draw and show you what it was like. Both of you wanted him to go back to his home, to see his family and friends again, hoping that at some point it will be on the list of planets that needed help from The Express.

Glancing to the side you looked at the bedside table, all of your things already placed there along with a drawing that you treasured the most; Welt called them sunflowers. He drew a field of them with a setting sun in the back. It seemed like he had been there before and wanted to visit it again, the solemness on his face causing you to regret asking about his home planet.

A knock on your door sent a race through your heart, you had no idea who it could be. “Yes?” You were hoping it was Pom Pom bringing you something to eat and drink.

“Are you alright?” Damn it, Welt was at your door and you hadn’t had a chance to shower, eat, or even hide your wounds.

“O-Oh Welt! Yeah I-I’m fine.” You forced a chuckle out of your throat sitting up hoping he would not come in.

“Pom-Pom said you didn’t look great and didn’t stop to report anything or say anything to anyone. That isn’t like you.” He saw right through you, he always did. “Can I come in?” There was no way to stop him and you knew that, he was such a good person and if he thought something was wrong with you he would want to care and see you.

“Yeah, doors unlocked.” Your heart raced as you watched your door open, he looked like he had just woken up from a nap and it was dangerously beautiful. His hair was a bit messy, the gray streak sticking straight up almost. “Did you just wake up?” You tried to tease him to take his attention off your bruised body.

“What happened?” His ungloved fingertips brushed against your bruised cheek.

“Welt I am fine I promise.” You tried to convince him that you really were okay, your body was sore and you just needed to rest. “You can go back to the parlor car, I'll be fine.”

The look under his glasses made your heart sink; you never wanted to worry him. “Little one, you can’t keep doing this to yourself.” You hated the way the words made your stomach clench; he said it because you were younger than him, smaller than him. He was a protector and you were something he protected. “Go wash up, I’ll get the medical kit.”

Heaving a sigh you looked down at your legs avoiding his piercing golden eyes. “Fine.” Voice soft you sat and listened as he left your room giving you your privacy. You gave it a few minutes before you dragged your body through the cars to the bath, taking your time to wash yourself and soak in the warm water. Once you were out you felt much better and your body looked better as well as you stared at your body in your silk pajamas.

As you made your way back to your room you saw that your door was already open, you knew it was Welt and he was waiting. Knowing it was inevitable you walked into the room and looked as he sat on your bed staring at the pictures you had that he gifted you. “I never threw any out.”

A chuckle rumbled in his chest as he met your gaze again. “I can see that. I am glad you enjoy them.” He looked over your body looking for any outward wound. “The bath helped, I see, but you are still wounded. Sit down and let me tend to them.”

Heat rushed your body as you unwillingly went to the bed sitting next to him. His slender fingers wrapped around your wrist, the ointment he wiped the wounds with stung, sucking in a sharp breath you fought back the urge to curse but the feeling soon faded as his soft lips met the tender skin. “Sorry, I should have warned you that it was going to sting.”

Your heart rushed as you watched his lips move away from your skin, it was an unexpected reaction from him, he had never done it in the past when he tended to your wounds. “I-It’s fine.” Your voice was soft and it came out in a stutter but you didn’t want to show that it had affected you too much, in fear that he wouldn’t touch you like this again.

“Was the mission too hard for you to do alone?” There was worry etched into his face and you could see the pain in his eyes. “I should have convinced Himeko to let me go with you, I should have known.” Reaching up to his face you cupped his warm cheeks in your hands pulling him close. “Welt, I could handle it by myself and you know that. I just got a little banged up but I came back alive and relatively safe.”

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, then suddenly his lips were against yours. Warmth filled your body as his hand rested on the back of your neck, the leather of his gloved hand digging into the tender skin to pull you deeper into the kiss. Your body was melting into his touch, everything about Welt Yang encompassed you.

His earthy scent rushed through your nostrils, your body falling back into the soft sheets, his arm caging you in. “Welt.” You murmured against his lips.

He pulled away and stared at you over his glasses, you could see the emotions swimming behind those brown orbs. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” He started to move off of you but you didn’t want him to leave your side. Your hands rushed to his wavy hair and your fingers tangled in the strands as you pulled him back down crashing your lips to his.

As he let out a surprised gasp your tongue made its way into his mouth letting it explore as you kept him close to your body. Pulling away you let go of his hair giving him the option to pull away. “Never apologize for kissing me Welt, I have been waiting for you to do it for years.”

His deep chuckle made your walls clench around nothing. “For years, are you serious?” Giving him the best deadpan look you watched him as he squirmed a little. “You are being serious.” He said the words as if he couldn’t believe it, had he ever looked in a mirror?

Lifting your legs you wrapped them around his waist and used all your momentum to flip the two of you so you straddled him, pinning his hands above his head. “Trust me, I have wanted much more than just a kiss from you.” Letting out a little half truth you let out a little gasp as he adjusted his hips pressing his hardening cock to your core.

“Trust me little one, I have thought about a lot of other things to do with you.” With his admission you let a smirk tug at your lips. The fact that he wanted you as much as you wanted him sent a fire through you. Remotely locking the door to your room your hands made quick work to strip the thin shirt and shorts you had on. “You are still injured, are you sure about this?”

You glared down at him, it was sweet he was trying to make sure that your body was safe from what could happen to you while having sex but you didn’t care. “If you do not fuck me right now, you will never get the chance to do it again.”

Something flashed in his eyes at the threat, it was like he was a predator hunting you as his prey; it had served as a long enough distraction. His gloved hand came down on your ass roughly, sending shivers up your body. Without having much time to react another smack came to your already reddining cheek. “Don’t make such threats to me, little one.”

“No surprise that the old man is into spanking.” You teased drawing your bottom lip into your mouth, you knew it would cause more punishment but when it came from him it only served to arouse you even more. He had to feel the wet patch growing in your panties right above the cock you had wanted for so long.

The smirk that pulled his lips up made you know you were in for a whole new world of pleasure. “You have no idea what I am into my star.” With that your back hit your bed and your bra was easily discarded to the side; when the hell did he take your bra off?!

His hands made work of his shirt and while his eyes were distracted you slipped your panties to the side and used shaking fingers to spread your lips giving him a full view of your dripping greedy hole. “Come and fuck me, old man.”

That seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back. His pants and boxers thrown haphazardly to join your clothing, his gloved middle finger brushed against your clit as he ripped your panties off. Ripped. The raw strength he showed made you shiver. “The glove stays on? How kinky of you.” You teased him as if it didn’t turn you on.

He hummed in agreement as his thumb replaced his middle finger, rubbing quick and tight circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves, it was not enough you had to feel more of him.

As if Welt could read your mind he slowly inserted a finger into your pussy, just the one made your eyes roll back as you moaned to the stars outside of your window, your eyes quickly shut in pleasure as you felt the stretch as another finger fell into place next to his other one. How could he make you feel this way with just two fingers?

His thumb moved away from your clit causing a whine to escape your lips but it was soon replaced with another moan as his tongue replaced it working in tandem with his fingers thrusting inside you without a care in the world.

Suddenly your eyes were filled with stars as your orgasam crashed over you faster than any other orgasam had hit you. The way he pulled it out of you made you dizzy. How could he have done that? How could he have made it happen so fast? What the fuck was he?

Trying to gain control of your body as you stared at him as he climbed over you, the look in his eyes told you that you weren’t going on an expedition anytime soon. “Don’t regret the decisions you've made to get to this spot.” His words came out as a growl, commanding your legs to spread for him; the brat inside you dying quickly at the sight of his long cock came into view. The first word that came to mind was long, oh Aeons it was long. But it was thick as well, not too girthy that you were scared it would not fit but it was going to stretch you out and you knew you would feel it for days.

With a baited breath you watched as he took the base of his cock and lined the tip with your begging hole. His eyes met yours as if silently asking for one last time for permission. Giving him a nod you gripped onto his forearm bracing yourself.

His hips slowly inched towards yours as he started to sink himself inside you. The stretch was nice and slow, giving you plenty of time to adjust to him. The feeling of him inside you was pleasurable enough but the fact that he was only halfway in and you felt like he was in your throat already made your head spin. “A-aeons Welt, how do you walk around with that thing?”

Trying to make light of the pressure growing in your core you wanted a distraction so you wouldn’t come all over his wonderful dick before he even started to move!

He laughed, Welt actually laughed as his hand came and cupped your face. “If you need a minute to adjust just say so. We take this at your pace.” God he was so sweet, but that was not the issue here.

“You’re only halfway inside and it feels like you're in my throat.” You protested as your back arched off your bed, your body screaming for more while your mind begged to have him pull out just a little.

The look in his eyes showed that you just signed your soul away to him. Instantly he pulled out fully from you and just as you took a breath he thrusted back inside you burying himself completely inside your waiting pussy. You tried to scream but you couldn’t get any noise out as you stared into those eyes that soaked in your pleasure. “What’s wrong, my star? Too much?”

Taking in a deep breath you didn’t know you were hiding you went to snap back at him but he set a brutal pace of hard and slow thrusts as he held your hips down. It was too much but not enough at the same time. “F-Fuck Welt!”

“That’s right, scream my name.” A smirk pulled at his lips making your walls shudder around his length, the dominating force that he exuded made your brain turn to mush. He is so kind and gentle but this was not the Welt you knew, and you loved it. Reaching down you tried to rub at your clit but your hand was smacked away. “No touching, only I can touch this pretty pussy.”

With those simple words you lost all inhibitions to rebel or snap at him, all you could focus on was him and the cock that brought you so much pleasure. Wanton moans filled the room along with the lewd sounds of your passionate love making, despite him being rough with you you could feel the passion and caring he put into every roll of his hips.

Tears pricked your eyes as the tip of his cock brushed against the most sensitive spot inside you, all you needed was him to touch your clit and you would come undone around him. You wanted the release for your own pleasure but you also wanted it for him, for him to learn how to play your body and make you his in full.

“Squeezing me so tight.” His chuckle made your walls clench even tighter around him but he pulled out of you fully leaving you so empty.

“B-but I was so close!” Your whine was so hoarse as you reached down for him, he said you couldn't touch yourself he never said you couldn’t touch him. The tips of your fingers brushed against the flushed head of his wet cock, your essence made it so shiny and slippery, you had to get it back inside you right now.

“What are you doing, my star?” He only watched as you managed to wrap your hand around his length and guided it back to your entrance. You knew he wouldn’t give it to you willingly, you had to coax him into giving you what you wanted.

Heat rushed through your body as you nudged the tip against your clit, the little bundle of nerves tingling just feeling some type of friction. “I want to cum on your cock. Please let me.”

It was like something snapped at just the notion that you wanted him to give you your release, your hands were moved away from his body as your world twisted. Looking at the full length mirror as welt kneeled behind you, his strong hands gripped your hips tugging them into the air presenting your ass to him.

Your whole body shook as one of his hands came down smacking your sensitive pussy, you expected pain but the moan that rushed through your throat gave into the pleasure at the feeling. All you could do was watch through the mirror with hooded eyes as he readjusted behind you, the intense feeling of his cock ramming into you fully made your eyes roll back.

Gripping onto the bedding tightly you moaned as he used your body for his pleasure, his glasses at the tip of his nose while his eyes never left the area where the two of you were connected. “My slutty girl, so wet at the thought of being able to orgasam.”

He wasn’t wrong, you wanted it so bad, you wanted Welt to take you there. “Please please please!” You weakly begged as you tried to match his pace, moving your hips back to meet his hips, pulling him in deeper.

“Say my name and I’ll let you cum.” The growl alone was enough to have the coil in your core tighten unbearably painful.

“Welt, please let me cum!” You moaned, each syllable being jumbled matching the rough thrusts he gave you, the angle made all the blood rush to your head as his hand gripped your hip and the gloved one reached down past his cock rubbing circles against your clit.

White blinded you as the coil snapped and your orgasam brought you to your mental knees, with your ears ringing you vaguely heard Welt grunt and groan behind you as his thrusts got sloppy and warmth filled you as he let himself reach his orgasam.

As soon as he pulled out of your abused pussy your body crumpled, bare, sweaty and with his cum starting to leak out his fingers reached down scooping up what was trying to escape and thrusted his fingers back into you keeping everything inside.

“We aren’t finished yet my star.” His seductive voice was gruff in your ear; you couldn’t help but let out a moan with the feeling of his messy gloved fingers deep inside you. “How long will it take for your body to give up on me?”

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smolwritingchick · 7 months

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Smol Brainstorm: Jennie The Jock

Author's Note: Found a smol brainstorm based on BTS Run Episode 11. This episode is so funny lol. Can't wait to write the full episode when I get there.

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For today’s Run episode, the members filmed inside a classroom where the skit is about a female transfer student, and the rest of the members had to make a good impression on her. Jennie was beyond excited and received the role of a Jock for this skit. Meanwhile, Suga was chosen as the female transfer student which made everyone laugh. For filming, the members wore school uniforms while Jen wore a long-sleeved BTS jersey and track pants to portray that she was into sports.

For the skit, she sat behind Suga and next to RM. Jen couldn’t keep a straight face as she had to cover her mouth and not laugh out loud during filming. Because of her, it had to take quite a few retakes, and the staff was bound to show a montage of bloopers for the episode.

As the skit went on, V grabbed a chair and sat next to Suga. His character was a nerd and the smartest student in the class.

“You know the exam is in two days, right?” V asked.

“It’s in two days?” Suga repeated.

“I’ll teach you English. I am good at it,”

“You’re good at English?” he asked with suspicion.

“I’m pretty good at it,”

“What does this mean?” he pointed out a word in V's book.

“Classification. It means to categorize,” V spoke the word fluently.

Jennie smiled softly and nodded in approval at V’s English.

‘As expected from my bestie,’ she thought.

“To categorize?” Suga repeated.

“What do you think about a guy like me?” V randomly asked and removed his glasses. “And these…these are the glasses I’ve had for the past 19 years,”

“How old are you?” Suga called out, which made V pause.

‘Eyes wavering.’

“I’m 19 years old,” he answered.

‘He’s been wearing them since he was born.'

Slowly putting her head down, Jen muffled her laughter. This skit was ridiculous and V was effortlessly funny.

‘Jennie can’t hold it together!’

“These help you to concentrate really well,” V went on.

“Thanks,” Suga put the glasses on his head.

“But even with these, I haven’t been able to concentrate ever since you arrived. I’ll only concentrate on you from now on.”

“Go back to concentrating on your studies,” Suga rejected him and handed the book back.

V began to flip through the pages, chattering on until Jungkook stood up.

“She said to focus on your studies,” Jungkook, portraying a tsundere guy, stated and lightly pushed V. “Go back to your seat,"

‘Jeon Jungkook: Cold on the outside but sensitive inside.’

Suddenly Jungkook took off his jacket and placed it on Suga’s desk.

“It’s cold. Put this on,” he bluntly said.

“I think I like your shirt better,” Suga replied while Jennie covered her mouth to muffle her giggles.

‘The cool guy is taken aback and peeks under his shirt.’

“You can have these instead,” Jungkook began to take off his shoes and placed them on Suga’s desk. Once he was seated, Jungkook grabbed two small boxes of food and gave them to him as well. “I picked this up on the way. Have it. Oh, lastly…don’t catch a cold,”

Suga watched as Jungkook tossed a hot pack on the desk and responded, “I think you’re going to catch a cold. It’s minus two degrees Celsius outside,”

Once it was her cue, Jennie had stopped spinning her basketball and placed it down. Standing up, she picked up Jungkook’s jacket and shoes. Tossing the shoes on Jungkook’s desk and throwing his jacket on top of him, she turned to Suga.

“Anyway…” she showed no remorse for what she did to the Golden Maknae and had her full attention on Suga.

Jungkook, in character, did not take too kindly of her actions and stood back up to confront her.

“Did you just throw this at me?” he demanded with annoyance in his voice.

Turning around to look up at him, she responded, not intimidated, “I did. And your time talking with her is up so take a seat,” she gestured. “And if you don’t move, well then I have no problem moving you myself,"

They faced off while Jen crossed her arms. It appeared like neither of them was going to let up as they slowly began to glare at each other. But soon after the two lovers snickered and broke character as a series of laughs escaped them.

“You made me laugh!” She giggled as the director yelled cut.

“You made me laugh!” Jungkook responded with a huge grin.

Once getting situated again, Jennie and Jungkook refilmed their face-off and Jungkook took his seat again but made a promise that this standoff was not over. Smiling victoriously, Jennie turned back to Suga.

“You ball?” she challenged.

Suga flipped his short wig. “Better than you,”

Licking her lips, Jennie briefly struggled to keep a straight face as her body wanted to let out a laugh.

“Oh? Is that so? Want to test that theory? You. Me. One on one after school. Basketball court. Best out of 10 points. 1 point per shot, no matter what kind of pointer it is. If I win, we’re going on a date,”

#smol brainstorm #smol drabble #smol oneshot #jungkook fluff #jungkook x oc #bts 8th member

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fakesimp · 1 year

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Cursed or Blessed ?

Warning !

Hurt/Comfort ; Mentions of Sorcery, Death, Trauma, Crying, Nightmares ; Special mention of other members ; Established Relationship

The story takes a part from the past to the present ! And I made this not based on Shu's lore, the entire lore story made by me !

A/n !

I am writing the fic with the help of this , And without further a do, I hope everyone enjoyed this !

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"...My dear, you have something inside you that other children don't have, and it is very, very special.."

"Really? "

"Yes, it's very special, only a few people can get them.. and you are one of them, but.. there is one rule you have to listen to"

"Oh? ..What is it? "

"The special gift is only for you, and for you to know and see.."

"Why?"

"... It won't be fun if your secret be known by others, no? "

"Ah... True, ...then! I'll keep it a secret! "

"Good boy.."

. . .

A young raven haired, wearing a dark purple kimono, preparing himself to out playing with some other kids outside.

"Mom! I'm leaving!" The raven said as he jogged towards the gate, "Stay safe!" His mom chirped from inside. The young male closed the gate behind him and jogged towards the town.

It is not a big town, also not a small town. It is a perfect size, most of the town folks work as a farmer, but there are some who works as a fisherman. There are not many kids around, some of them are friendly some isn't.

The raven walked down the path, trying to find where the other kids' are, soon after he heard their voices, their laughter. He followed the voices and saw them playing together, he stood behind a tree watching them. None of the kids noticed him, until somebody tap his shoulder, earning a jolt from the raven.

"Oh, I'm sorry did I surprise you?" A young boy who have black hair with red strands apologized in advance, "It's, okay.. I was just, .. distracted, I didn't see you there." The raven shook his head and look over at the person. "Why are you here? Are you not playing with the others?" The little boy asked as he glances at the other kids, the raven followed his gaze, only to end up pondering. "Ah, are you, nervous?" The little boy smiled, his golden eyes shines slightly, "I have some friends waiting for me, how about you come with me?" He offered, the raven stared for a good minute before taking on his offer.

Soon after The little boy led the raven meet up with another 3 boys, one with ash brown hair, one with grey hair followed with blue tips, and one straight of blonde. They were surprised by the raven's company, but soon after their faces are filled with warmth and smiles.

"Yo! Who's this!" The blonde asked excitedly, "This is... Ah, wait, I haven't asked your name..." The black haired boy sheepishly scratched his cheek, making the grey haired boy shook his head and push up his glasses. "My name is Ike Eveland! What's your name?" The raven blinked, and smiled, "Shu, Shu yamino" "Nice to meet you Shu! I'm Luca Kaneshiro!" The blonde chirped with a bright and big smile on his face, "I'm Mysta, Mysta Rias" the ash brown haired boy reach out his hand and, Shu stared at it for a second before shaking it. Smiling, "And the guy who took you here, ...." Ike look over at the black haired boy, "..Sorry for the late introduction, I was in a rush, My name is Vox Akuma."

5 of them ever since that day played together, not a day goes without one missing, until one day, the other kids are taking the 5 usual playground. Vox tried to confront them, only to get pushed away. Luca was so ready to throw a hand at those kids, but he was held back by Ike and Mysta. Shu at the other hand is helping Vox getting up from the ground, "Thank you shu" Vox thanked him and slightly glare at the kid who pushed him.

"There's very little of you guys! You can just play at another place, we are a big group, we need more space" The kid said as they stood confidently, crossing their arms. Luca who was held back by Ike and Mysta is growling behind Shu and Vox, "Calm down Luca, we can give this place up and move somewhere else" Ike said as he held Luca back, "But this is our spot! We took this spot first!" Luca argued.

It is true, Vox found this place and make this place as their gathering spot, there were only 4 of them until Vox decided to take Shu with him the other day. And then the group is now 5 people in it, the boys welcomed Shu pretty warmly too. He felt welcomed, he sees them as a part of his family now.

"Vox, Shu let's go.." Ike said, Vox frowned for a moment before sighing and walk up to the three behind him, meanwhile Shu, still facing the group of kids. Wondering why are they acting like this, he shakes the thought off and followed the boys.

In the end their gathering spot changes.

But somehow, each time they changed their gathering spots, those kids are always taking them away as if the land is theirs. Pushing Shu and the others away, it made the 5 frustrated.

"They're definitely doing this on purpose." Mysta said as he sat down on a barrel, "At this point? Yeahhh... It seems like they just, ..want to steal everything from us" Luca agreed as he stood next to Mysta. "Maybe, they're jealous of us or something" Ike suspected, earning a small chuckle from Vox. "At this rate, we don't have any place to hangout" Vox stated, and it is true, when the group tried to go back to the first gathering spot, they won't be able to last long till the kids coming by and ruined their playtime.

"How about we just go hangout at each other's places??" Mysta suggested, "That could be a good idea, who have a big area for us to play tho?" Ike asked as he stare at the others. "I do.." "Me" Vox and Shu stared at each other, "Well, I know Vox got a big place, how about we go yo Shu's today?" Ike said, and an agreement have been settled.

The group visited Shu's living quarters, his parents welcomed the group warmly and of course treating them with snacks. Ever since that day they either go to Vox's living quarters or Shu's, it is peaceful and fun.

Until, one time Mysta didn't come to visit at Shu's place early, everyone is already here and he is nowhere to be found. The group started to get worried and decided to go out and find him, it took awhile for them to finally found Mysta on the ground hands around himself and his head as other kids yelling at him. The boys immediately came into aid, pushing those kids away from Mysta. "Mysta! Hey hey, we're here!" The poor boy was shaking, Ike held him close as he glare at the kids. "WHY ARE YOU GUYS HURTING HIM!?!" He yelled, it is rare to see him angry.

"He was messing with us first!" They lied. "Yeah! He came up to us and started a fight!!" They lied again.

They're lying, why are they lying?

The raven stood at the distance, watching his group and the other kids yelling at each other. Shu gulped, he watches Vox who' struggling on holding Luca back, Ike who's holding Mysta, now here he is standing in between the group of 2 yelling at each other.

One of the kid raise up their hand towards Ike, and before Vox could react the kid's fist is burning. Everyone stood shocked, the kid who's got burnt is screaming and crying. Some of the kids from the other group tried to put out the fire, while the rest slowly turn their heads towards the raven's direction. Staring in horror. "You-! You're a monster!" One of the kids shouts and then soon after the group ran away, leaving the boys confused also shocked.

Shu, had unconsciously used his special gift. To save his friend, isn't that supposed to be a good thing?

"Shu... You, did that... Just now right?" Vox asked hesitantly, the raven look at the group, scared that they'll act like those kids. "Guys, we gotta take Mysta back home! I don't think we can play today.." Ike said as he look down at unconscious Mysta in his arms, trying to distract the boys for a bit. Vox whip his head down towards the unconscious boy and look back up at Shu. "Right. Come on Shu! What are you standing there for!" Vox shouted at him, snapping the raven back and immediately take action.

The group walked in silence as they escort unconscious Mysta back home, his parents apologized at the group for the trouble and they will take care of him. Personally thanking the group for saving their boy.

Soon after the 4 walked down the path back to where they found Mysta, there was heavy silence between them. Shu started to grow fidgety as he stood facing the three, "First thing first... Thank you, Shu for saving me... And Mysta, I appreciate your... Help, ...I am, a bit shocked for what happened back there.." Ike said as he look at Shu, but instead of showing hostility, his gaze is soft towards the raven.

"I don't know how you did that Shu but that is, amazing! Is there some kind of trick you learned?" The blonde sounded so excited, making Shu blinking at him confusedly. "Uh.. I learn? No, ..But my mom said, it is, a special gift only for me and some other kids that is chosen.." Shu said as he look down at the ground, playing with his fingers. "Ah, well then I am must be one of those other kids your mother mentioned, I also have a special gift that, only I have, other's don't." Vox said looking at Shu, closing his eyes and the next second there is a pair of horns on his forehead growing.

The other two smiled at the sight and looked back at Shu, "I'm glad I am not the only one that got the special gift" Vox said, Shu took a good moment to realize what Vox said. "Wait, does that mean Ike, Luca and Mysta??" Shu stared at the two, "I don't have any of that special gift" Ike said as he laughed sheepishly, "Yeah.. sadly I also don't have any" Luca pouted and soon after he smiled again. "As for Mysta, he got the special gift!" Luca said and letting out a breathy laugh. "Oh?" "Ah yes, Mysta also one of the other people your mother told you"

It is such an amazing discovery, his own friends! Also have the special gift! No wonder they didn't act that scared when they see Shu's magic, they were shocked because they have found another kid that's just like them.

Shu was pretty surprised himself about how his special gift works, he wasn't expecting it going to go like that.

What a way to learn about how his, special gift works.

The 4 talked for quite sometime before going back to their respective home, Shu was kind of delighted about the discovery, but he have yet to tell his mom about what happened that day. He's, not quite ready to tell her.

But, the day after that, it was a complete ruin, not a day goes without him being shouted by other kids 'monster' , 'the devil' , anything bad that describes his special gift.

One day, "Shu, come and sit with me for a bit" his mother called out, the raven was in his room writing. He was a bit confused, but he oblige anyway. So he got up and went out of his room, and searched for his mother. He then found her sitting outside, watching the scenery before her, it was the garden she's to taking care of.

"Come here" She invited the raven to sit down next to her, and he did, he sat down next to her watching her garden in silence. Soon after she broke the silence first, "Is there, something, ..you haven't told me, Shu?" She gently asked as she look over at him. Shu stared at her for a moment before he look down on his hands, "I, did something bad..." He whispered. His mother's mouth opened slightly, but she didn't say anything afterwards.

She reach out her hand and started patting the raven's head, "Are you, afraid of what you see?" She slowly asked him. Making the raven immediately look at her, he couldn't find himself to answer her.

Is he scared of what he have inside him?

Or is he happy about it?

"I, ..I am not sure.." Shu replied, she placed her hand on his cheek. She gently rub her thumb along his cheek, "... I'm sorry.." she whispered making the boy confused as for why she's apologizing. He held her hand and shook his head, "Don't Apologize, it's not your fault" he softly smiled at her. "...Mom, you, ...heard about it didn't you?" He asked her, her eyes said everything as she stare into Shu's.

Both of them stared in silence, soon Shu just wrapped his arms around his mother. They both hugged each other in silence, basking in each other's warmth. "Mom.. we're going to be okay... Right...?" He asked, barely in a whisper. "We're going to be okay, as long as I'm here.."

. . .

Everything went well under the clouds, despite the rumors are spreading around. Everything is peaceful, the group couldn't freely wander around like before. They decided to meet up at Shu's living quarters often nowadays after what happened last time.

One night, in a peaceful night, the raven was abruptly waken up from his slumber. "Shu, I am so sorry for waking you up so sudden, but take this and go out from the window and ran as far as you can-" It is his mother who woke him him, him looking at her confused. "Wh, why? What happened??" He asked, she just stared down at him, smiling with sorrow. "Just go and don't ever look back okay?" She said as she planted a kiss on the raven's forehead, "..Mom?" He called out to her as she slowly stood up and stand by the door. "You'll listen to me, right?" She asked, Shu nodded and then slowly rise up from his futon.

He climbed out from the window, he look back at his mother who's looking at him over her shoulder, she smiled before within seconds there's pink purple fire surrounds her, changing her attire entirely. "Stay safe, my baby" she whispered out before she went out from the boy's room, into the smoke.

Shu was speechless, confused what is going on? He asked himself. He was told to run away, with this small bag in his arms, he doesn't know what happened, but the last thing he knew as he ran into the woods he heard a big explosion behind him. He stood for a moment, he was about to look back but then he remembered, he was told not to look back. And so he continue running. As far as he could, holding onto the small bag as tight as he could.

He didn't know how far he have ran, he stopped running the moment he sees a lake before him. Breathing heavily as he drop down onto his knees nearby the lake, he looked up into the night sky. The moon shines bright, it's a full moon. His lips trembled ever so slightly, he then sat down and pulled his knees close to his chest, silently sobbing under the moonlight.

. . .

Ting!

The raven blinked, and look up for a moment, looking around.

Ting! Ting!

His brows furrowed slightly as he then realized the noise is coming from the small bag his mother gave him, he then slowly reach out to the bag, opening it and then within a flash there was 3 white things flies up into the sky so fast for. Making Shu immediately shot his head up to see what it is, it is a human like papers.

He silently stared at them, rising up from the ground, he reached out his hand to one of them that' slowly gliding down to his palm. He examined them for a moment, then it clicked, "Are you.. a shikigami?" The paper doll shook both of their hands and nod it's head. "Ah.." he then look up at the other two shikigamis floating near him, "My mom..." He held back his tears as he mentioned his mother.

The shikigamis glides closer towards the raven, they pat his head. "...Is she really..?" He asked for confirmation, the shikigami took a moment before they nod their heads.

He lost his mother.

He stuttered out a sigh and slowly sat down on the ground again, he closed his eyes as he settled himself again. "What do I do now.." the Shikigamis glides over to him, one on his right and left shoulder, and the last one is in front of him.

The one that's floating in front of him pulled his hand back towards the bag again, making the raven a bit confused, but he went on and checked inside.

There is some sort of scroll. Inside. He took it out and gently opened the scroll, revealing some weird writing inside. Making him furrowed confusedly at the scroll, he look at the shikigamis and then back down at the scroll. "Am I suppose to understand these?" He asked, they nodded in unison. "Ah, ...okay, uhm, ...I don't know how I'm suppose to read these but, I'll try to understand them.." he said as he opened the scroll entirely on the ground.

The next thing he knew there was a bit of a purple and pink spark appeared in the middle of the scroll, there was a weird shape, some type of like summoning circle inside the scroll. He look at the shikigamis again, unsure of what to do, they glide over to the circle and pull his hand gently towards it.

He hesitantly put his hand on top of it and then there's a bright dark purple light coming from it, the next second the writings of the scroll slowly changes. He slowly could see the words, he could read them.

After a whole minute of astonishment, he pulled his hand away. He look down upon himself, and he's relieved nothing happened to his body. "... okay, I'm... Glad nothing happened to me.." he look at the shikigamis, "I, can read the scroll now.." he said as he glances down at the scroll, "Great job master!" "Well done! " "Yaay! Master can understand us now!"

Shu blinked, owlishly staring at the shikigamis. "Did you guys just--" he paused, "...talk?" They nodded and glided closer to his face. "Yes Master! You can now understand us because you had touched the magic scroll! There's nothing on your body but there's this mark on your forehead!" They poke his forehead, making the raven slowly reaching up towards it. "Oh also, master's hair changed a bit " one of the shikigamis pointed at his hair, "Huh?" He immediately ran his fingers through his hair.

It grows! It grows longer, he immediately brushed his long hair to the side to see, there's a bright purple color under his dark raven hair, he couldn't see how his bangs look like, so he immediately went to the lake to see his reflection. There's also some pink hair strands on him, followed with a weird yellow strands. "What.. is happening?" He whip his head back to the Shikigamis, "We have a long journey ahead of us master! My lady have ordered us to protect and take care of you!" The shikigami said as they glides closer to him.

"My lady have put the gift of sorcery upon Master... To continue her journey, she felt guilty for doing so, she knew the consequences on what's gonna happen once the town folks found out... She sacrificed herself so you can continue her journey and grow, also to learn more ways of the sorcery out there to protect yourself from." One of them explained, the young raven boy slowly rise from the ground and frowned for a moment before there was a small smile on his face.

"Then, I have to continue her journey right? By that means, I will have to write my own story now.." The shikigamis nodded their head, "Don't worry master! We'll always be by your side! "

With that, he had started his sorcery journey alone, not knowing what's gonna happen ahead of him. But he'll try his best to continue his mother's path.

. . .

Years have passed the young boy have grown into an adult, and somehow. He got himself teleported away into a, rather, unique world. Where, there's a high technology in it. It took a moment for the sorcerer to adapt into the new world, how did he ended up there? It's because he may have accidentally draw a magic upon himself and got himself,

Time traveling.

After awhile inside the modern world, he realized that, there's also some of his old friends got teleported into the same world. It took the Sorcerer a few months to find them all and gather everyone together, he's just glad he could find everyone again.

Living in the modern world for quite sometime, adapting into the world, blending in with the society. After a few years of finally blending into the society, he got himself a lover.

Who would've thought that he, would get himself a lover in this world. Nobody did, not even the Sorcerer himself.

. . .

One night, it was dark, he see a glimpse of his mother, where she walked into the smoke, and soon after he heard an explosion behind him.

When he was about to run, he couldn't move, his body doesn't want to move, instead it's slowly turning around, looking back at the burnt down house. The fire blares brightly, consuming his home.

He soon saw a figure, staggering as it slowly approaching the raven.

Within a blink, he was standing before the figure, the figure grabbed him by the neck and yelled at him.

"It is your fault " , "This wouldn't happen if it weren't for you to burn the kid's hand " , "It's your fault "

Repeats, again and again, the darkness soon consumed him. He couldn't breathe, the grip the figure had on his neck is so tight. He writhe, coughing. He then stared into the figure, that have no face but void.

And then, he saw a bright pair of violet eyes that' similar to,

His mother.

. . .

"Shu! Babe! Wake up!-" He heard somebody called his name, he opened his eyes and abruptly rise from the bed. "You were thrashing around.. it seems like you got a nightmare again.." he looked to the side, sweating profusely. He let out a breathy laugh, that's right. This isn't the first time he got this nightmare, "I'm sorry, I.. don't know why I kept on getting the same dreams.." he apologized to you.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him towards you as you gently ran your fingers through his hair locks. "It's okay Shu.. I'm here for you, you want to talk about it?" He pondered, but then shook his head, you hummed softly and kissed the top of his head. "Okay, I'll be here whenever you want to talk.." he wrapped his arms around you, tight. As if he'll lose you if he loosen up his arms, "It's okay... I'm not going anywhere" you whispered into his ear.

"Thank you.." he whispered, as he then closed his eyes, listening to your heartbeat.

. . .

There are days, where Shu locked himself in his room, all day. Not eating anything, even drink. He refuse to talk to you when these days happened, you tried to talk to him but he just won't let you in.

And today is one of those days, he's behind the locked door you stare before you. "Shu.. babe.." you put your hand by the door, you rest your forehead by the door. As if you could feel him right behind this door, doing the same thing.

"...Shu?" You whispered.

You waited, and you softly sighed and took a step back. But when you're about to leave, you finally heard his voice. "I'm sorry..." He said, you immediately went close to the door again. "Why are you sorry? You did nothing wrong" you waited for him to talk back to you, "I'm.. scared that, I'm gonna hurt you" he sounded hurt as he explained what's going on though his mind.

"Shu, you won't hurt me." You said, "I trust you.." "But I don't" he replied back as soon as you said that.

His sorcery journey had made him become a dangerous man, for his power he had learned both good and dark sorcery.

But at what cost? He will lose control over his magic and will start attacking surroundings.

And the dark sorcery he had learned will consume him, his mana for a few days. After they have consumed him, they'll die down. Till the next 6 months, and yes, it happened 2 times in a year. And today is one of those days.

He is scared that he'll hurt you, he couldn't control himself.

"I believe in you Shu.." you said as you leaned to the door, silence returns but then you heard the door clicking from the other side.

The door slowly opens, revealing your Beloved Sorcerer standing before you, you could see dark purple markings on him. Slowly creeping up towards his face.

He looked ashamed of himself as he avoid eye contact from you, he stood still in the middle of the room, you could see the markings are consuming his body.

You took a step closer, and he took a step back from you. "Shu..." You whisper his name, he still refuses to look at you. You gritted your teeth and walk up to him, grabbing his hand, making the Sorcerer jump. He tried to shake your hand off but your hand hold his wrist firmly, soon after he stopped trying and look towards you.

You smiled gently at him, your other hand slowly reaching out to his face, placed on his cheek, your other hand that's holding his wrist soon follows, holding his face and slowly pulling him close to you.

Your forehead touches his, his eyes slightly widen, he stuttered out a sigh before slowly closing his eyes. His hand slowly going up and touched your arm, then you slowly took a step away from him. You look down at his neck, his arms, the markings slowly fades away. You smiled in relief, you look back to your lover's violet eyes. He stared at you full with love and admiration, he then look down on his hand.

He realized what have happened, what you did to him. He then without hesitation wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tight.

You saved him.

You can feel him stuttering a bit, he whispered a thank you to your ears as he then bury his face at the crook of your neck.

"ありがとう、おれのあかり..."

Now at least he knows, you can save him not only from his nightmares but also from the darkness that will consume him entirely. He knew that, with you in his arms, he knew he will find solace.

At least, he could finally live for another year. Together with you.

He used to think that it is a curse to have these sorcery, but now, he might change his thoughts on them. Perhaps, they're not entirely a curse afterall...

©fakesimp . 2023

A/n !

God no, that's taking way too long... I hope you guys enjoy this ! This is unexpectedly longer than anticipated.. phew..

Translation for the last sentence !

"Thank you, my light..." ; "Arigatou, Ore no Akari..."

#nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji en #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji #luxiem x reader #luxiem #shu yamino x reader #shu yamino #vox akuma #ike eveland #luca kaneshiro #mysta rias

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allurilove · 4 months

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it’s so crazy how my two male wife’s don’t get any love, BRO I LOVE MASOCHISTS SO MUCH 😔😔 I am such a fucking simp for Survivor yan and neighbor yan, so can I get dick hcs for my two girls? If you feel like it can you throw in how you think they look? <3 (I love calling men girls)

Can I also engage in yearbook yan slander? He seems like the type of dude to call girls females (I get such an ick when men do that)

love youuu 💋💋

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

I hate that too, omfg. Honestly yearbook guy just cannot take a break ig, everyone hates him 😭😭 is there one brave soul that’s gonna come out and say they do like him? do yall even exist ? 🤨

(maybe he would call women that? just not in public.)

Survivor yan… I mean he didn’t lie when he said that he is a grower. I think that when he’s soft he’s probably at around two-three inches?. and then when he’s fully erect he’s about 5.5-6 inches. girth wise 2.5 cm. I don’t really know if he is cut or not, so yall can decide that. I would imagine he has hair down there due to the lack of razors in his world.

for his appearance all I can think about is Louis Garrel. I mean I just like Louis so…

there ya go!

For neighbor yan, I would say he’s a bit on the bigger side. Hes a little awkward with his dick, and he doesn’t really like to touch himself unless he’s thinking about you. Neighbor would be a solid 8 inch, 3cm in girth, and he’s uncut (maybe) And he doesn’t have much hair on his body except for on his damn legs.

Neighbor would have that sweet looking face. he would look like someone that’s totally normal, and a bit adorable. He has soft brown eyes, light brown hair, and occasionally wears glasses. He wears graphic t-shirts, regular straight up and down jeans, and converse.

#Allurilove asks #yandere x zombie reader #yandere survivor #yandere neighbor #male yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere oc

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forcemasculinisation · 7 months

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Hey I don’t know if this is really a big issue among trans guys but I constantly find myself questioning my identity due to the fact I can’t find any clothing or looks on men that I like. This with the fact I’m a poc makes it like weird to look for clothing styles I enjoy. Like I keep going “am I really a man if I prefer feminine clothing? Am I just lying? Should I stay feminine?” So long story short I was wondering if theirs any like styles that look good really on men or tips for when your not feeling masculine? Or just tips on feeling more masculine pre transition in general?

Thank you for your ask, anon.

I myself am pre-transition, medically speaking. I don't necessarily do much in the means of "passing" for reasons I don't feel the need to share. My opinion may not be as valid to some of you because of this, but I'll share things that my male friends do that I've observed.

My major piece of advice in terms of clothing is don't go rushing to the men's section of a store and pick up all the large, body-covering garments you can find. Playing to your body type is important, and you should probably aim to go for a size down of what you initially assume you want in men's sizes.

Brands I usually go for are general sports brands like Nike, Adidas, Reebok etc, as well as second-hand SuperDry and H&M. (Also, if you buy something and it's too big, throw it in the wash and dryer several times.)

Dark tones are traditionally masculine as well if you want to stay safe, however there are a lot of men who wear light tones, it just depends on the style.

Layering also works in my case, but it's only helpful in winter. I find when I wear a coat over a hoodie over a t-shirt, I tend to pass a lot better. (Puffer jackets are really good for emulating this, especially North Face or similar dupes.)

Also, if you wear glasses, order some more boxy-looking prescription glasses with darker or more muted frames. These generally appear more masculine at first glance, but you can ask an optician or your friend for an opinion of what looks more masc on your face. Spend a lot of tine on this, because you obviously wear your glasses more often than certain outfits.

I'd also say that it depends on the "type" of guy you're looking to present as. I have a lanky build with longer legs, so I wear straight-legged jeans to only discreetly hide curves.

Overall, it just takes a bit of experimentation. This post may not be that helpful to everyone, because I'm using my own life as an anecdote, so I apologise in advance. There is no right way to pass, and a few people warp the meaning of passing to looking more western-centric, however I've learned that this is poor advice.

As for feeling more masculine, you could:

Buy male deodorant, shower gel or aftershave and shave with a razor marketed towards men

Buy male underwear and pajamas

Try skin-tone coloured transtape (if you can find it, it's a horror to find dark brown trans tape)

Work out every day (don't rush into this, and consistency is key)

Experiment with masculine hairstyles.

If any of you would like a separate post with specific resources for any of these, or my own personal recommendations for products and clothing, I'd be happy to share.

Sidenote: passing ≠ feeling masculine. You're doing this for yourself, not for others.

#force masc #forced masculinisation #forced masculinization #ftm forced masculinisation #ftm forced masculinization #autoandrophilia #t4t #roachification #ftm cnc #asks #boy hypnosis #boy hypno #passing #transmasc #trans masc #ftm hypno #ftm

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asherloki · 8 months

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One whiskey please

Sherlock x reader

Warning:- alcohol, bar fight almost

Fluff

"May I buy you a drink?" Said the man as stood beside me at the bar counter. I've been watching him for a long time, sitting alone with a whiskey in hand. Refusing every women who came to him. I couldn't stop looking at him. He has gorgeous green eyes, soft curly dark hair. He wore a white shirt with a black suit and a huge coat was beside him, probably he took it off because the air in here is warm. I stared at him, eventually hoping he'd see me and he did. He sipped his whiskey staring at me. Putting his whiskey down, he gave me a nod and I returned a nod to him too. With a smirk indicating he can come over here. As I saw him getting up I turned to face the bar, knowing he'd eventually say, what he actually did.

"Certainly" I replied leaning over the bar, "and who you might be?"

"Sherlock Holmes" he replied, "might've heard about me, didn't you?"

"I may have, I don't remember much about guys" I said sultrily, "but they do about me".

"I can see that" he answered and turned to the bar counter asking for a glass of whisky, "one whiskey please" he turned to me, "you're beautiful and rich".

"So am I, you're pretty damn appealing too" I answered, my eyes staring straight into his eyes.

"Your drink sir" said the guy at the counter giving him the glass.

"Your drink" Sherlock said to me handing me the whiskey.

"You sure?" I said gulping, dropping the smirk for a moment.

"Well you can try and if you don't -" he was suggesting if I don't like it I don't have to drink it until a guy came to me and said,

"I'd get you a better drink" and touched my hand to my surprise.

I didn't even had to shout for help cause Sherlock threw that whiskey on his very expensive shirt and pushed him away from me.

"Get off me" he hissed at him, "is she your property?"

"Yes I am" I said standing at the counter because those heels are awful and I couldn't walk properly in them, "I'm his wife you idiot".

Saying so I took out my wedding ring from my bag and wore it. He seemed to have seen something as surprising as a blue tiger. His mouth fell open, as everyone else's. Sherlock let go off him and took out his ring from the pocket and wore it.

"I... I didn't" that man stuttered, in utter surprise.

"It's okay" Sherlock patted his shoulder, "I know you didn't know that." Then he turned to me and said, "that's why I told you we can't recreate everything those fictions are about, in real life, but you were so invested into this pretence of hot rich fic scenario that you read".

It infuriated me that he shouted at me, "but I wanted to recreate it".

"Stop throwing tantrums at me, you can't even handle those stupid heels" he said walking towards me.

"Fine" I said, and put them off, "I look so short to you now".

Everyone laughed in awe there at this, even the guy drenched in whiskey, so did Sherlock at my knitted brows and pout.

"You're adorable" he said pinching my cheek. Then paying the man at the bar counter and taking his coat from his seat, we left the bar.

We walked in silence holding hands through the almost empty street of London.

"Did I look rich?" He asked as we walked barefoot.

"You looked normal " I said, still mad that our pretence didn't work.

"Well you don't even drink alcohol " he complained.

"Good for you, you got to drink your dearest whiskey." I said.

He chuckled at my anger. I carried these awful pair of heels because I bought it for tonight with alot of money which is a total waste. I can't handle heels, today was a reminder again. He too walked barefoot because according to him he can't possibly have the comfort of wearing shoes when I am walking barefoot.

"You know, these rich sexy stuffs aren't for us" he said. He's a simple man you know, I love his simple yet adventurous life, simple flat, simple he, himself.

"I guess so..." I said.

"Want to grab an ice cream?" And there he hit the nail at the perfect spot, I turned all excited to him,

"Yes yes and yes".

With that we ran barefoot to get some sweet treats for us. I know our plan didn't work but whatever we're doing now, is better, because it's not pretence.

#bbc sherlock #sherlock x reader #sherlock x y/n #sherlock holmes x reader

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leclerced · 9 months

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Just a thought that popped into my mind. Idk even know why I remembered it so suddenly but in Austin Ferrari gave Carlos and Charles baseball and were like “oh yeah it’s a good idea for them to go and throw this around”. Charles almost hit a girl with it so I thought what if he did. And they had painful but kind of meet-cute. Maybe he threw the ball and hit her straight in the face and her glasses broke and he felt super guilty about it cause she couldn’t see shit without them

pleaseee i remember this so so well. here is the link to the video !!

that's the cutest football trope imo. i cannot count on my fingers the amount of time a stray ball has come my way and a boy flirted w me for it.

he would feel incredibly bad and insist on being her personal chauffer for the day, she had like a normal paddock pass or something idk how they work, but he's like "you are getting the best of the best ferrari hospitality i am so so sorry." he'd definitely have a ferrari assistant take the glasses to an eyeglass store, its like a thing here idk if it is where you are but i've taken glasses in and had them fixed pretty fast, so he'd definitely be like, "you can just hang out here and once your glasses are back you'll be good as new!" and she's just blind, sitting in the ferrari garage, wondering why the driver is so attentive to her. she thinks he's either a really nice guy who truly feels awful, or doesn't want any bad pr. as if she'd go and tell stories about how he hit her in the face like it was on purpose and not just a terrible throw from his non dominant hand.

or like maybe no glasses but she gets a bloody nose?? charles being a lil doctor and taking her to the med tent to be checked out and he holds the tissues to her nose to sop up the blood even though she insists she can do it just fine, but he swats her hands away and refuses to give her the tissues, telling her to be quiet so she doesn't let the blood drip in her mouth. she got blood on her shirt but honestly charles is happy about that because it wasn't a ferrari one, and once the doctor clears her, he takes her back to his garage and gives her a ferrari polo so she won't have to wear the mclaren shirt she got blood all over.

she's trying to leave his garage and he's trying to get her to stay, but doesn't want to be weird and say he wants her to stay so he can see her again. she wants to stay but doesn't want to overstay her welcome, but then charles is telling her she should watch the race from his garage, that he feels awful for ruining her weekend by hitting her, and he wants to make it up to her. all she's thinking is like, charles leclerc hitting me in the face with a football is the best thing to have happened to me this weekend.

#ask #lifeboredme #cl16 #cl16 blurb

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fineprintedsunsets · 1 year

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ᴘᴜsʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴏɴs

Here's A Link To My Master-List

Synopsis: Stark Distrubution’s Literary Department houses Anna, and her very (rational) fear of tight spaces and heights. It is until she finds herself stuck in an elevator with the one person she hoped to avoid.

Word Count: 2.4k

!Trigger Warnings!

-tony stark X afab! reader

-cannon? Never heard of her.

-Office/Corp. AU

-Claustrophobia (Fear Of Tight Spaces)

-Acrophobia (Fear Of Heights)

-Oral, fem(receiving)

-Insta love, (at the end, sorta?

-specific oc

*Even though it has nothing to do with the fic topic, I was very keen on listening to “You Give Love A Bad Name” *

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ :

You Give Love A Bad Name- Bon Jovi

1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47

My jet-black heels click against the polished floor of Stark Distribution. Currently, I find myself hurrying to Mile’s office to grab a stack of papers that need to be printed. I’m not an assistant, and I sure as hell am not a paper boy.

I’m going to tell him off, but that’s beside the point. Mile's is my boss, the manager of Stark’s literary department. To put it simplistically, we print books, newspapers, ad’s you tired of seeing around Malibu. Our department specializes in paper and ink.

If it gets the bills paid, who cares.

I smooth out my black dress, it’s cute, easy and simple, cutting off right at the knees. The door to Mile’s office is just around the corner, I squeeze through a few people, noting most of the men walking are wearing suits, not a single one in grey sweatpants.

That only means one thing.

I let out a breathy sigh as I walk through the door, my eyes falling onto the huge stack of papers waiting to be copied and re-printed. Oh, I’m going to give him hell-

“Ah, my assistant, Mr.Stark.” Miles begins, pointing at me. My back suddenly straightens, and I’m acutely aware of just how short this dress is.

Assistant? Really?

Mr. Stark smiles his bright smile, his hair perfectly combed over, and extends a hand my way. “Hello,” Stark adds as I enclose my palm in his, watching as my flesh slides against his own. His eyes are on me, almost too intensely.

I clear my throat and pull away, suddenly feeling as if bubbles have been popped. “Evening, Sir.” I gruff, nodding my head. He’s the reason all of the employees are acting civilized.

But what could the CEO want with the literary department? And Mile’s specifically.

“Anna, What can I help you with?” Mile asks, smiling his stupid fucking smile. I would want nothing more than to shove it up his ass.

My fingers ball into fists at my sides, inhaling and exhaling with frustration. “You requested me for the printing process?” I would like to burn the papers, preferably with Mile’s watching, but Mr.Starks' eyes won't leave my face.

I’ll have to swallow it for now.

“Yes, There waiting on the desk for you.” His ugly brown eyes lead me to the papers I’ve already located. I smile, adding a polite nod towards Stark, and grab the papers from his desk.

I cover my bare chest with the stack, acutely aware of Stark’s eyes. Not that he’s looking, and not that I would be uncomfortable if he did look, it’s just-

I don’t want to be fired.

I exit his office, letting the door close with a slam. Sure it’s immature, but Mile’s is a dick. The printers are up on floor 6 meaning I would have to take the elevator.

A rush of bone-chilling cold runs throws my bones, and my feet almost refuse to move. I don’t do elevators. I don’t do heights. I don’t do tight spaces. I however do work, and I do need to sleep tonight, so elevator it is. I clutch the papers and make my way to the elevator.

Men and women alike hurry to their jobs, some checking in with the receptionist, others going straight to their desks. The evening sun shines bright against the glass panes of the corp building. I press the button on the elevator and wait until a ding fills my ears.

I’m panicking, fidgeting with my dress, hopping back and forth almost unnoticeable. I’ve had a fear of tight spaces since I was a child, and the heights pare with it. An elevator is hell on earth for someone like me.

“The shit I do for Miles,” I mutter as the elevator's shiny doors start to open. I nod to John, Mary, and Cora who are all excited. They work in Tech but are frequent visitors of Floors 1 and 2.

I enter the reflecting box, putting my back against the wall, feeling the coolness of the steel bite into my flesh. I reach to press number 4, watching as the doors start to close.

Until there stopped by a hand and a very expensive-looking watch.

Please. No.

The hand turns into shoulders, and then a head, who happens to be prying the doors open, stepping inside the elevator.

Tony Stark.

“Anna, Long time no see.” He laughs, I wait for Miles to follow him, but I can’t see another person behind him. This is the worst possible situation I could ever be in. He pushes six, and the elevator door closes. Sealing us inside.

It’s starting to feel very hot in here. My breath is beginning to weaken, and my mind is starting to spin. Stark being here is adding to my panic. The normal proximity to what it feels like to freak out when confronted by your greatest fear is already high.

We start to move, and I stay against the wall, Mr. Stark’s eyes on his phone. Ok, He won’t see me freak out.

Not yet, at least.

My heart beats faster as the elevator music draws on, and the floor begins to shake. My fingers wrap around the metal bar, holding myself up as I close my eyes.

Don’t panic, Anna. Dont panic.

The words mean nothing when the elevator shifts, and stops.

The steel framework stops moving, and I swear I can feel my eyes dilating.

“Did you push the wrong button?” I manage to ask, my eyes still closed, trying to course myself through the shit show that is about to occur.

“No?” The stark answers, barely noticing the elevator stops. “Must be a block, I told Tech to fix it.”

I can’t see him, but I can hear his voice. His is crystal clear, while mine is shaky, full of panic. The music has stopped altogether, and the lights that circle the control panel have gone out.

I feel dizzy, and my breathing has begun to feel erratic. I inhale, I exhale, but nothing is stopping the rise of panic in my stomach, aiming straight for my chest. Before I know it, I’m gone, I feel myself slipping.

“Anna?” I hear his voice, but my eyes are still closed.

“Anna, what the hell is going on?”

“I think I need-” I’m falling, I try to catch myself, my grip tightening onto the metal railing, but I slip.

I brace myself to meet the hard floor of the elevator but It never comes. I fall into some arms, landing against a broad chest.

God. No. Please, Please. I plead with myself eternally, but I already know whose arms I’ve fallen into.

It’s Tony.

“Anna? What’s wrong?” I feel my back being placed against the cool steel again as Stark plants his hands on either side of me, keeping my body in place. My head is spinning, and I can’t find the energy to focus.

I try my hardest to form words, but the feeling of this elevator, the closed space, and the heat Tony is giving me. I can’t. “I’m-”

“Please, Speak.” It sounds like he’s pleading, and Tony sounds worried.

“I’m Claus-” My lips catch as I feel his thumb graze my cheek, whipping away tears I hadn’t known formed.

“Claustrophobic?”

I nod aggressively, the ache in my chest only growing. I feel myself losing it, my cheeks becoming more sticky.

“Hey, Hey.” Tony rubs at my flesh, capturing the droplets before they can fall. He grabs my chin gently, forcing my eyes open. “Look at me.”

I do, “Breath, In and Out.” He does them for me, displaying the way to breathe. I watch as his chest rises and falls, his eyes sewn to my own. I feel myself calming, but then I realize where I am and who I’m with.

It’s embarrassing.

Stark’s voice is soft, something I never thought I would be able to hear. He whispers things in my ear, things that shouldn’t be comforting.

“Good girl, keep breathing. Just like that.” I feel mortified, but I can’t deny the way my body listens to him. I breathe in and out, In through my nose and out through my mouth.

My whole body is shaking as I hear voices that are not Tony’s or my own through the elevator.

He holds me up as he mutters into the speaker right at my head.

“We have people working on it, Mr.Stark.” Jean, the receptionist tells him. I see his face contort with anger,

“Hurry the hell up, dammit!” Stark yells I feel horrible for him. He probably has better things to do than comfort his manager's assistant.

“Breath, Anna.” Stark’s fingers fall to my hips, keeping me stable as my own hands clutch onto the handles. I breathe, feeling the ache in my chest start to die down.

“What do you usually do when you panic?”

I look at him, my mind trying to stabilize. “A distraction. I need you to distract me.” I don’t know what he’ll do with that information, but I can’t talk anymore. My throat feels like it’s closing up.

“You won’t like my distraction.”

“Just do it!” I don’t mean to yell, but right now there's no time to be picky. Except, when I see him drop down to his knees, my breath is taken away.

“What are you-”

“A distraction.” Stark seems deadly serious, his fingers stay on my hips, but he’s s eye level with my legs, and the buzz of heat that shoots through me is not because of my panic.

His lips start at my knees, brushing smooth kisses on my bare flesh. What is happening? And why do I not want it to stop?

“Keep breathing,” Tony whispers while placing kisses up my shaking legs, one hand slips away from my hips, the other's grip growing tight. Holding me up. His rough hands start at my shins, his feather-light touch makes me shiver as my head hits the back of the elevator, my eyes closing with pleasure.

Starks palm brushes against my inner thigh, sending waves through me.

He must look up and see my closed eyes, “Is this okay? I’m not hurting you am I?” I shake my head, urging him to keep going. The ache in my chest is dying down, it’s one hell of a distraction.

“Focus on my fingers,” Tony mutters, his voice soft. It’s hard not to, his digits graze my panties, surely feeling the wetness growing. I can’t see his face, I’m lost in my void, but it sounds like he approves of the feeling.

It’s something we have in common.

“I’m gonna lift this pretty little dress, alright?” Stark does it with one hand, the other still positioned on my hip. The fabric folds, exposing my black lace to his eyes, and I swear I hear him groan.

“Your stunning, sweetheart.” my heart flutters at his compliment, feeling the way my chest is no longer heaving. My breaths slowed down.

Stark hooks a finger through the strap, pulling it down my thighs and letting it pool at my feet. I lift a heel, waiting for him to pull it from the floor.

He does, except he does not discard it on the elevator floor, the sound of his suit pocket ruffling tells me all I need to know.

And somehow, I’ve grown more wet at the action alone.

“Open up your legs, inhale, and exhale before you do.” I do as he asks, I inhale and exhale before opening my left leg, repeating the process, two more breaths until I’m spread bare before him.

A wave of pleasure shoots through me as his lips meet my pussy, heat is traveling through my body, righting the coldness of panic. My clit throbs for his attention, and Tony gives it to me, licking up my slit.

“Focus on my tongue, focus on how I make you feel.” I moan, my eyes open to look down. Tony Stark, on his knees, eating me out.

Suddenly, I’m glad he pushed the wrong button.

He grabs my ass, pulling me forward so his nose is at my clit, and his tongue licks up my folds. Pleasure makes me cry out as I buck my hips, wanting more.

Needing more.

“How do I make you feel, Anna?” Tony’s tongue is everywhere now, not just my cunt. I feel him everywhere, smell him everywhere. The noises he and my cunt are emitting are enough to tell me were both enjoying this.

“Good-” I manage to mutter, bucking again as his tongue slides into my pussy, making me flutter around him. The intrusion is new, but it doesn’t hurt. Far from it, actually.

My orgasm is cresting as his mouth works at me, his tongue delving in and out, his nose hitting my clit every time he licks a stripe up my slit.

“Are you going to come, sweetheart?”

“Yes.” I groan the metal handles of the elevator slick with my sweat. I move them from the metal to intertwine in Tony’s hair, feeling his dark strands around my fingers, pushing him deeper into my pussy.

“A greedy girl, are you?”

His words, his mouth, his very being is enough to make me come. I shout out in ecstasy, with my waves of pleasure receding my panic, my body is all warm, and the bitter cold in my chest has disintegrated.

Tony looks at me as my hole flutters around his tongue, coating the appendage with my release. He pulls away from me, locking my eyes with my gaze as he licks his lips. Stark rises from his knees, kissing his way up my legs before pulling my dress down.

He’s keeping the panties.

Not complaining.

“Are you okay? Has it gone away?” His words ring through my ears, and my heart warms hearing his genuine concern. Though, my actions are starting the settle in, the realization of what just occurred in this elevator wracking my mind.

“I should be fine, I’m so sorry-”

“You have nothing to apologize for, I’m happy I was here, Anna.” Tony smiles at me and straightens out his suit, my eyes flicker as I feel the elevator shift. I can’t help the whimper that falls out of my mouth, I’m comparable to a scared child.

But Tony just presses me to his chest, holding me there as we move, Jean's voice ringing throughout the metal box.

“We're getting you out, sir.” Tony doesn’t pay attention, his lips are at my ear, coating the shell of it.

“Date with me, 3:00?”

I find myself nodding, as I try to conceal my smile.

One hell of a distraction.

#masterlist #oneshot #fanfic #marvel #smut #fluff #tony stark #tony stark smut #oralsmut #ironman #officeau #au

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jokerislandgirl32 · 2 months

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Do you have any personal design headcanons for Zach that differs from canon in anyway? Or is it pretty much just the canon design. Id love to hear whatever you come up with :)

Hiiii!!!! Thank you so much for this ask! Zach headcanons my beloved!

In general my design headcanons for Zach are very close to the canon designs, but I do have some headcanons that add to these designs or alter them. And admittedly, I am pulling some of these from a general Zach headcanon post I made a while back, it can be found here!

Most of the physical headcanons have not changed, but I am going to add to them and revamp them a bit 😊! Putting below the cut because it’s long! Some of the headcanons, as you’ll see, are exclusive to my Wild Violet AU!

Please note there is a mildly suggestive reference about his body hair, mentions of a near death experience, explosions, drinking, near drowning, CPR, scars, tattoos, and needles! There is also a shirtless image!

Freckles: When Zach exposes himself to prolonged sunlight his freckles from childhood come out again, and not just on his face. I feel like he is the type of person who has freckles on his face, arms, back, and chest. But he does not like that, so he stays out of the sun for this reason.

Body/Facial Hair: Zach is more than capable of growing a full beard, and he has body hair elsewhere, but he either shaves or gets laser removal for the additional hair on his body. Zach is very neat and orderly, so he does not like to have an excessive amount of hair aggravating him. Managing the hair on his head on a daily basis is nearly too much for him.

He likes his triangular goatee though, so he keeps that on his face. When Zach doesn’t shave or laser remove the excess hair, his body hair is straight and jet black, and he feels like this looks odd with his skin tone, giving him more motivation to remove it. Oh, and the Zachbots or Violet do this for him more often than not. Maybe this is a bit tmi, but this guy likes to keep things neat and tidy below the belt… his goatee is not the only triangular patch of body hair he’s got 😆. I am so so so sorry….Oh, he also has a happy trail, okay, okay, I’m done now 😂.

In my Wild Violet AU, once Zach becomes a father (at some point after the twins or Victoria is born) he does allow his facial hair to grow into a beard. He is very particular about how his beard looks, and it is ALWAYS neatly trimmed and well groomed.

Hair: Zach’s hair is naturally jet black and wavy. He uses hair gel to keep it tamed and slick. If he does not tame it after it gets wet it starts to become wavy. So Zach has to immediately comb his hair after getting out of the shower or getting it wet and put the gel in it, lest he end up with unruly locks.

As for that stray piece of hair on his forehead, that piece of hair is the one piece that refuses to be tamed. Zach starts his days with that piece pulled over to the side along with the rest of his hair, but within an hour it’s fallen astray. Zach used to get annoyed by it, but he’s come to accept it as fate.

Oh and even though we have not seen it since the pilot, Zach has a widow’s peak, I’m feral over widow’s peaks so yes, Zach has one.

Eyes: Zach’s eye color changes depending on his emotions and the environment he is in. His eyes range from emerald to an electric green. If Zach is emotionally charged (angry, agitated, anxious, jealous) his eye color darkens. When he is calm, happy, or excited his eye color lightens. Similarly, when Zach is in brighter environments or lighting his eyes become lighter in color, or if he is in darker environments, or greener environments, his eyes become darker in color.

Zach also has vision issues that result in him needing glasses, specifically for distance. Zach is very vain and hates to wear glasses, but he is too afraid to get vision corrective surgery or wear contacts, so as he ages and when he’s certain no one sees him, he wears glasses. I feel like he opts for rectangular lenses, but in my Wild Violet AU, Zach actually wore my OC Violet’s father’s glasses for a long time before he got frames and lenses of his own. Alden Tyler’s vision/needed prescription was identical to Zach’s. So…Zach wore glasses like this for a while:

I like to imagine he walked around college for a year with these glasses before he went and got his own pair. And he only got his own glasses after 13-year-old Violet convinced him to do so 😂.

And I believe Zach has the bags and shadows under his eyes that we see in canon, even as Zach changes for the better in my AU, years of neglecting his health left a toll on his body, and his eyes will always bear this burden.

Tattoos/Scars: This is exclusive to my Wild Violet AU, but Zach has 2 tattoos and some scars. Even though Zach’s deathly afraid of needles, he bucks up his courage and gets 2 matching tattoos with Violet. One is an interlocking black Z and purple V on his inner right bicep, and the other is Alexandria’s initials and hand and footprint on his left shoulder. Violet has the same tattoos on the opposite arm and shoulder, so when they are standing together the tattoos are right beside each other.

Zach has a few scars on his body. He has one scar on his lower back from a fall at summer camp that nearly resulted in him drowning. Violet saved him, gave him CPR, and tended to the wound, but the scar never leaves him. Zach has a scar on the left side of his neck and on the left side of his chest from an explosion in the chemistry lab at his high school prior to his graduation. This may or may not have been the result of a drunken and emotionally unstable teenage Zachary 😢.

Body/Build: In my AU Zach’s built a bit differently. He’s still very skeleton like, but he has some muscle tone. He has small, yet obvious biceps. He has pecs and abs that, while not fantastic, are well formed. He does have a bit of a pudge to his belly, but in combination with his abs/pecs it blends well. I also think Zach’s legs are thin and toned. And his hands, Zach definitely has veins that are noticeable on his hands, why? Because I have a thing about visible veins in hands 😂. I imagine his body type is very similar to this, just with some more belly:

Feet: Zach definitely has that extra toe Aviva mentioned, I don’t care if we’ve seen animation to prove otherwise. The man has six toes on his left foot. The additional toe is called his “extra pinky toe.” Not related, but his twins Victor and Vallen inherit this extra toe. Zach nearly causes Violet to have a heart attack after their birth because she was still hyped up on the meds and forgot he had an extra toe as well.

These are not exactly physical headcanons, but they relate to his appearance, so I’m throwing them in here as well. And you….you Eli, have caused some of these, it’s all your fault….but thank you 😂

Clothing: Although we don’t see it in the show Zach always wears a belt with his pants, in the show he covers his belt, but I love to think he actually tucks his sweater in and has the belt showing. It’s a black belt as you’ve drawn him in, and it’s oh so stylish.

Jewelry: I feel like he’s the type of man that wears a watch. He either has a silver watch or a black watch of some type. I don’t think it’s all that fancy, I feel like it’s solely for functionality and not style, and he perhaps has designed his own watch to serve his needs. So, it’s got his signature Z or V logo somewhere and his preferred color scheme. Since I headcanon Zach as ambidextrous, I feel like he will switch his watch to whichever hand he is not predominantly using in a given moment or day.

In my AU, Zach does wear a wedding ring on his ring finger once he and Violet get married, the wedding band is also one he has fashioned himself and it’s silver colored.

Zach Vibes 😍, image link

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duckapus · 6 months

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Incorrect Quotes (ssenmodnaR Edition)

Now that it's been a while since "It's Gotta Be Perfect," SMG4's once again feeling comfortable with the idea of being more ambitious with his videos. Thankfully he has learned his lesson and won't be striving for perfection, and he also won't be trying to go it alone. Instead, he's taking inspiration from the man he was designed as a self-insert of and putting together a production crew (of actual employees, not enslaved Toads. That's another low point he doesn't want to go back to.

Next up on the applicant list is Baljeet, for some reason, who's been asked to put together a meme compilation as a test of his editing skills.

"Alright kid, show me what you got."

"Of course," he moves to hit the play button, but pauses to add, "I should warn you, however, that it is a bit... strange, at certain points." He hits the button before 4 can ask what he means.

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FM: *gestures incredulously at a car* Who parked their car...

*the view shifts slightly to reveal a jpeg of a BLT under one of the tires*

FM: On my sandwich!?

Steve: I did!

FM: *gets so angry he explodes into a coin*

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*MarioMario54321 and Tari face each other on a version of final destination, with MM wearing a Duel Disk and Clench transformed to fulfil the functions of one*

MM: You ready?

Tari: *grins* Born ready.

MM: Well then... *starts using the Yu-Gi-Oh! intro Yami voiceclip* It's Time to D-D, DD-D-DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD *D-ing continues as he starts spazzing out*

Tari:

Clench: 'da fuk?

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Elanore: *runs around in an office building, throwing raisins around like confetti* RAISINS! RAISINS! THEY USED TO BE GRAPES!

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Meggy: *wandering through what's clearly a Zelda dungeon for some reason*

Random Evil Wizard Dude: *appears from the shadows, pointing menacingly with a staff* Stop right where you are, Maddy.

Meggy: *gasps* How did you almost know my name?

Wizard Dude: I have approximate knowledge of many things.

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Desmond: *sitting on a bench, minding his own business*

Franky: *rises up behind him* I can smell you.

Desmond: *jumps up in shock while yelling in Homer Simpson's voice*

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MM: DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

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Perry: *assumes a fighting stance in the middle of a warehouse while Doof does an evil laugh off-screen*

Doof: You are too late, Perry the Platypus! I am now... *drives on-screen in a forklift* FORKLIFT CERTIFIED!

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*this would work better in a visual format, just picture Paige doing the same actions as the music video while Crabcake keeps showing up in the areas they point out in funny poses*

Paige: Now everything smells like salmon!

My shirts!

My couch!

My sheets!

If I had a couple more square feet,

I imagine this would not happen!

Everything smells like salmon!

Straight-up salmon.

Smell it from the bed to the door,

when you're living in a space that's not much more than a cabin,

well sometimes this happens

Everything smells like salmon.

FUCK IT UP ANDI!

Andi: *epic keyboard solo*

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Avatar Kirby: *reenacting Speed of Kirb...through the Showgrounds, while the SMGs watch him through the coffee shop's window with resigned annoyance*

SMG3: I'm not helping him if he pisses off Marty.

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*back at the Yu-Gi-Oh! duel, Tari and Clench have resorted to playing against each-other while they wait for MM to hopefully pull himself together*

Clench: ...Well this sucks.

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*The Abyss and Juliano are in the middle of a fancy restaurant...for some reason*

The Abyss: I poisoned one of our glasses, but I can't remember which.

Juliano: The way this dinner is going I hope it's mine.

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Mario: Fuck you, Baltimore!

Bob: If you're dumb enough to buy a new car this weekend,

Mario: You're a big enough schmuck to come to Big Bill Hells Cars!

Bob: Bad deals!

Mario: Cars that break down!

Bob: Thieves!

Mario: If you think you're gonna find a bargain at Big Bill's,

Bob: You can kiss my ass!

Mario: It's our belief that you're such a stupid motherfucker-

Bob: You'll fall for this bullshit!

Mario: Guaranteed!

Bob: If you find a better deal,

Mario: Shove it up your ugly ass!

Bob: You heard us right!

Mario: Shove it up your ugly ass.

Bob: Bring your trade!

Mario: Bring your title!

Bob: Bring your wife!

Mario: We'll fuck her!

Bob: That's right! We'll fuck your wife!

Mario: Because at Big Bill Hells,

Bob: You're fucked six ways from Sunday!

Mario: Take a hike!

Bob: To Big Bill Hells!

Mario: Home of Challenge Pissing!

Bob: That's right!

Mario: CHALLENGE PISSING!

Bob: How does it work?

Mario: If you can piss six feet in the air straight up-

Bob: -and not get wet-

Mario: You get no down payment!

Bob: Don't wait! Don't delay,

Mario: Don't fuck with us, or we'll rip your nuts off!

Bob: Only at Big Bill Hells!

Mario: The only dealer that tells you to FUCK OFF!

Bob: Hurry up, asshole!

Mario: This event ends the minute after you write us a check!

Bob: And it better not bounce or you're a dead motherfucker!

Mario: Go to hell!

Bob: Big Bill Hells Cars!

Mario: Baltimore's filthiest,

Bob: And exclusive home to the meanest sons of bitches in the state of Maryland!

Mario: Guaranteed!

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*several robed figures stand in a circle around a chained up Teletubby*

Robed figures: Chanting in unison, chanting in unison, chanting in unison... (yes, they are actually chanting the words "chanting in unison" in unison. it's even an actual voice clip from the Adventures of Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius.)

Luigi: *opens a door to whatever room these guys are in, sees what's happening, and swiftly backs out the way he came*

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Hex: *dancing to Buck Bumble's theme music*

fucking Jerry the Goomba kid: Buck Bumble sucks, ya dumbass!

Hex: *the music stops with a record scratch and she slowly turns her head to look at him with a vacant expression*

A Few Seconds Later

Hex: *back to dancing, now with Jerry's burning corpse off to the side*

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MM: DDDDDD-DUEL! *finally done, he looks up to see that Tari got tired of waiting and left* Ah, crap.

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"...The hell was that?"

"That is what I said! Oh sure, give all the weird stuff to Baljeet! It definitely will not make no sense without context! I do not think some of them are even from our universe, and I am not sure how that is even possible!"

"Well...it's at least well-edited? Might work as part of a "Ssenmodnar" video or something, we haven't had one of those in a while. I'll, uh, I'll get back to you later, alright?"

After he leaves, Baljeet sighs and looks back at the monitor, "I need better clips."

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lovebillyhargrove · 1 year

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Wake me up when July is around

Chapter 8

Chapter 9/?

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The loud beeping of an alarm clock wakes Billy up at 8.30 am on Saturday, and he wishes he was dead.

Last night they partied hard.

Hangover is a logical but, clearly, an unwelcome payback. It feels like a thousand of tiny evil blacksmiths are forging iron on their anvils right inside his head. Fucking christ. Billy opens his eyelids with much difficulty and immediately closes them again. He has to get up, damn it, he has to be at work at 12.

He has to rise from the ashes.

That Halloween Friday sure was freaky.

Billy is instantly filled with regret.

Why didn't he reset his alarm clock yesterday for later.

Before the party, he didn't think about it. He was only shaking his ass in front of the mirror admiring how good he looked in that leather jacket, bitches be thirsty.

After the party it was too late to think about the fucking alarm clock.

Okay, slowly .. slowly, he needs to sit up.

Just don't throw up. On the fucking carpet.

Billy is sitting upright on the bed. That's an achievement. It feels like he's still alive. He can move.

His throat is dry like the Sahara desert, he's in desperate need of water. He has to get to the kitchen.

Billy registers that he's still wearing the dark blue jeans and the gloves from his party costume. The black leather jacket is lying on the floor, near the boots.

Billy slowly takes off the gloves, finds a t-shirt lying nearby and puts it on.

Did he come home at 3? He doesn't really remember. Something like that. He only knows that he was trying to be as quiet as possible, not to wake anyone up, because that skill is ingrained in his brain and body, deep.

Billy forces himself to get on his feet, and sits back down right away, dizzy and miserable.

Okay. Let's try again, buddy.

He so overdid it yesterday.

After dragging himself off the bed, Billy makes it to the door

But the moment he opens it, he understands that it was a mistake. He can hear voices coming from the kitchen, it's Neil and Susan having breakfast. The evil leprechaun must be still sleeping.

Fuck his life, he's gonna die if he doesn't drink water but his dad's wrath is also scary. At least Neil's not gonna kill him right now, in front of his wife, as an extra good morning.

Billy summons all his strength to look as normal as possible and shuffles to the bathroom. He drinks straight from the tap, washes his face and looks at the toilet bowl as if making sure that throwing up is not on today's agenda.

It's still to be seen, but not right this moment, at least.

If he's gonna go back to his room, dad's gonna get on his ass about "being disrespectful" and "not saying good morning". Looks like Billy has no choice but to show his face to them in all its hungover glory.

He checks the face in the mirror. It's fine. Looks human.

Just don't puke on the breakfast table, and everything will be A-okay.

Billy goes to the kitchen, all humble and trying to look like a shadow.

"Good morning, dad. Good morning, Susan."

"Will you look at yourself?"

Neil's voice is full of disgust.

"What time did you get home yesterday?"

"I uh .. a little after midnight, probably. I apologize if I woke you up."

"You didn't wake us up, Billy." Susan is cutting in. "Would you like some breakfast?"

He actually needs to eat something but

He can't even drink coffee right now.

Water. Water. It'll get better in an hour, he just needs a lot of water, and to lie down.

"No, thank you, Susan. I'll get myself something later."

Billy pours a full glass of water. Time to retreat while it's still peaceful.

"I'll be in my room if you need anything."

"Mark my words, son, as soon as you finish school, I'm not paying for another single day of your life! Senior year, the most important time, and he's wasting it on .. what, on debauchery??" Neil is addressing Susan now, all indignant and angry, oh he is angry but Billy hopes it won't get bigger than that.

At nine o'clock Neil and Susan are supposed to go grocery shopping, like they always do on Saturdays. Neil likes it when they stick to a plan. He's already getting up and looking for his car keys. Susan takes the last sip of her tea and starts flopping her good housewife wings around the kitchen.

"Let's go, Susan. Billy will clean up after breakfast, right?"

"Of course, I will."

"Thank you, Billy. Good bye! Wake Maxine up at 10 if she doesn't get up, please!" Susan is taking her purse and the list of groceries.

"Sure. Have a nice time shopping!"

Billy hears his dad telling Susan on their way out

"Seems a bit late to sleep for a girl her age?"

"I know, honey, but she gets so tired during the week, let her have her Saturday .."

The door closes, and they're gone.

It went very well, actually, all things considered.

Probably Neil just didn't want to deal with a hungover teenager cause the said teenager might throw up all over the place, so it's better not to touch him.

Such an unfortunate episode did happen once, when Billy was still in his very green years. He came home drunk, and Neil got in his face. He grabbed the boy by his collar and was telling him what a piece of crap and a fucking burden he was, which only led to Billy feeling even worse. Neil had to run to the shower to wash the vomit off, leaving his son to clean up the mess he'd made.

He got slapped around for that later, but it taught Neil a lesson as well.

Billy goes back to his room clutching the glass of water like a lifeline.

He sits down on the bed again and after finishing the whole glass, lies down. He doesn't want to close his eyes though, cause the dizziness is gonna be back so he's just lying there staring at the ceiling.

Vile gray light is seeping through the window. Outside the rain is drizzling.

Fuck Indiana and its nasty weather right in its Midwestern ass.

Fucking hell.

Billy usually knows when to stop, but yesterday he clearly didn't.

What even happened yesterday? .. He did the keg stand, and there was more beer and vodka .. and he definitely mixed it all, hence the hangover. Smoking non-stop, dancing, Tommy following him around like a faithful bulldog, Vicky hanging on his arm and touching his abs while they were dancing. There was another girl, persistently asking for his attention, Jennifer or .. was it ..

Oh shit.

Oh no no no no

Fucking stupid piece of shit.

Fffffuuuuuucckkkkk.

Billy shuts his eyes but it is a bad idea, because he's getting the dizzies and everything's spinning, so he presses his palms to his closed eyes, wishing to erase the memory of what happened between him and .. fuck. The dumb bitch, Harrington.

He and Harrington fucking .. smooched ??

No no no no nooooo

Billy is groaning hoarsely, and the sound of it reflects the depth of his desperation at his own stupidity

Why is he such an idiot. Why did he do it. He should've instead broken Harrington 's pretty nose ..

fuck JUST nose! Without the pretty, forget that he said .. or thought that.

What was it even, Billy didn't want to start any shit in the first place, as god is his witness.

His clouded consciousness doesn't provide him with much, but some flashes do come to his mind.

Bathroom. Harrington.

He fucking started it!

His face. His lips. His hand on the back of Billy's head, almost hurting, the fingers sharp and digging into his skin

The silky softness.

The wetness of their tongues touching

Fuck fuck FUCK.

Mission: erasing the memories.

Billy is an idiot. A certified one.

***

He crawls out of his bedroom half an hour later for more water, and to go to the bathroom. The hangover is gradually stepping away, but the more it does, the more unsettled Billy is.

His dad is right.

He's an imbecile.

At around ten he bangs on Max's door,

"Wakie, wakie, Maxine!" he bellows and then bangs some more until he hears

"Stop it, you jerk!"

"Rise and shine, birdbrain!"

Then goes to the kitchen to finally find some food.

He's slowly getting back to his senses. At 12 he needs to be at work, and he will be. Old Joe won't even notice that Billy partied last night.

Partied so hard, that he ended up kissing that annoying motherfucker.

Erase, erase, erase.

No panic. It was only once, and it was a mistake but Billy could always say nothing happened.

He was so wasted, he wasn't himself. Hell, he didn't even remember it when he woke up.

Harrington is not gonna run his mouth about it, what is he, a kamikaze?

It's nothing, it's just a drunken slip up.

Happens to the best of us, amirite?

***

Steve stays at home all Saturday. They only go grocery shopping with mom, he drives her to the store and back in the afternoon. Or course, Dad chooses this very day to ask him fucking questions. Steve mumbles something about his captainship ot the basketball team and finally finishing his college application essay. He's also retaking his SATs at the beginning of November cause the results of the tests he took last year were not very high. Not high enough.

They were pretty low. After he gets the new results back, he'll still have time to apply to some places. Mom asks him if he has thought of a backup plan, and Steve honestly says

"No, mom. I haven't."

"You probably should."

"Yes, I will, after I'm done with applications. Can I go study now?"

Parents do not seem very happy with the outcome of their conversation, but Steve can't offer more. To him, his future plan looks okay for now.

Honestly, Steve doesn't even know what specific sphere he'd like to study. He's still at home and at school, and the future seems vague and a little bit scary. Nancy is definitely aiming at a university, and Steve's not sure what will happen to their relationship.

Especially after yesterday.

He spends the whole evening revising for his SATs. A lot of confusing stuff. He probably should've started sooner, and not a week before.

Well.

Steve studies more on Sunday, but then Tommy calls and they decide to go to a pizza place.

They order pepperoni and cola, and Steve can finally take a breath with his whole chest

"Ugh man, I've been studying for two days straight, my brain's on fire."

"Dad wants you to get into Yale or something?"

"Well no .. but .. they want me to have a clear plan, and I don't have it, and it's just .. they fucking nag."

Tommy nods in understanding

"Yeah man."

"Must retake SATs soon, and it just .."

"It sucks."

They chew some more pizza

"You remember, Hargrove took your keg king title? The dude got 52 seconds, fucking crazy."

At the mention of Hargrove's name Steve's cheeks start feeling hotter

"Yeah, whatever. I got bigger problems to worry about now."

"The princess?"

"We had a huge fight at the party. She was so drunk. I dunno, Tommy."

"You haven't talked to her since the party?"

"No. Why?"

Hagan is looking at Harrington in a weird way

"Hey, man .. I've actually been meaning to tell you. I think you should know."

"Know what?"

"Your Wheeler girl .. remember you asked me and Carol where she was and we told you she'd left home?"

"Yeah?"

"Well she didn't go home alone."

"That's good? She was drunk."

"Do you know who she left with?"

"How am I supposed to know that? I didn't see her leaving. You and Carol told me she was fine, and I .. I kinda left it at that?"

"So you still don't know?"

"Tommy, what the fuck?"

Hagan's still looking at Steve like he pities him but he also wants to gloat so bad because he told his friend a lot of times to "dump that prissy bitch", and they even fought over it, more than once, and voilà, in the end Tommy is actually right

"I thought that maybe she left with this .. Samantha or something? .. Tommy??"

"You girlfriend left with the Byers freak."

WHAT

"She what?"

"Just thought you should know."

"She left with Byers?"

"Yup."

"Jonathan Byers?"

"Yes, Steve."

Fucking what?

"Are you sure?"

"Dude, I was drunk but not blind. Carol saw that too. Nancy went downstairs in her wet dress, and it was like .. well, he was just standing there near the stairs. They talked for a minute and then went away together."

Well, that's uh .. Steve didn't expect that.

Is that what people feel when their heart breaks? Is that the burning acid of being betrayed?

Tommy eats what's left of the pizza.

Steve doesn't pick Nancy up on Monday to drive her to school as he usually does.

***

On Monday before practice coach Nelson informs the team that

"We're having visitors this week, boys! Let's show them all you've got!"

Two sports recruiters are coming to see if they have any hidden talents here in Hawkins.

Billy thinks someone should warn them not to waste their time. There's nothing to look for here. Nada. Fucking zero.

He knows that the odds of being chosen are extremely slim. And even if a recruiter spots you, it guarantees nothing.

Billy has seen his share of sports scouts back in San Diego. He's aware that they are not interested in him.

There are so many good things recruiters told Billy. He's a great player, he scores points, he makes flashy moves, his techniques of shooting, dribbling, rebounding and defense are excellent as well as such attributes as strength, endurance, speed and agility, blah blah blah. His physical characteristics - weight and wingspan - meet the requirements. Add to it Billy's intelligence on the court and the unbeaten desire to win.

He basically has it all.

There's just one problem - Hargrove's too short to be a professional basketball player. He's too fucking short, and that's why a career in basketball is not even an option.

He's 5'10. It's fine. Just not for the NBA.

At some point in his life Billy used to be bitter about his height. That was when the first recruiter came looking and he was like

"Kid, if only you were taller."

The second one said the same. And the third. Little by little, Billy accepted it as it is, and that's why

He doesn't care about the visitors. Unlike him, the whole team is buzzing. Are they stupid? Recruiters will never choose any of them. The only player who has a tiny microscopic chance of getting noticed is probably Andy. He's tall, he's got the physique. His game's not great but it can be worked with.

Harrington, on the other hand? Billy's has seen his serious and focused face, eyebrows knitted together, when the coach mentioned the recruiters.

Please, it's ridiculous.

Billy's not even gonna elaborate. It's simply ludicrous.

Harrington can drool all over his pillow having dreams of a sports scholarship or a prominent career in the NBA, and the sucker can keep on dreaming because that's as close as he's gonna get to playing this sport professionally.

Anyhoo.

It's skins and shirts as always, and Billy's playing rough as usual. He's seen Harrington in the school hallway earlier and they shared a class. Billy just straight up ignored the loser. Steve also didn't seem to look his way much, maybe he doesn't even remember about the kiss.

He also looks as if he's brooding about something, like something weighs heavy on his preppy-ass soul.

Either way, it's not Billy's business and he doesn't give a shit.

And yeah,

Mission: erasing the memories of the most idiotic kiss

Status: incomplete.

In his defense, Billy was so wasted, he could've kissed anyone.

***

During the match Hargrove behaves like nothing happened, there's just something about his game that's extra precise and extra ruthless. Like he wants to show with all his obnoxious persona that he's above all that and doesn't give a fuck. It's likely he doesn't recall what happened on Friday night because he was drunk as a fish.

Or it's a bluff.

He remembers.

Steve knows he does. Why is he so sure? Cause Hargrove hasn't touched him once since the beginning of the game, hasn't said anything mean to him. He's trying to send a message that he doesn't care, but he's trying too hard, and it shows.

Billy knows what they've done, and he's .. what, ashamed?

Heheehe.

Nice.

Harrington would've gotten much more pleasure out of it if his heart wasn't hurting.

Are they broken up with Nancy, did she cheat on him? What the hell is this whole fucking situation?

Steve's lost in his thoughts when suddenly he hears Nancy's loud irritated voice

"Steve?"

There she is, standing at the gym doors, clearly expecting Harrington to come have a conversation with her outside.

He doesn't want to bail on his team in the middle of the game but he's been avoiding Nancy all morning, and soon he won't be able to tolerate the level of acidity that has swallowed his whole being.

They do need to talk.

Steve needs it.

They go outside to the little passage between the gym and the school building where they usually hide smoking with the guys.

Maybe it's the first time since they got together, when Steve's absolutely not happy to see his girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend? Guess we'll find out now.

"What are you doing here?"

"What do you think?"

Nancy sounds pissed. She talks to him in that tone like .. like a strict mother to a naughty child, when she's angry at him.

"You didn't call all weekend.. and where were you this morning? I missed first period!"

"I figured Jonathan would take you."

"Wha .. what are you talking about?" Maybe she's a good actress but there's genuine surprise in her voice. She looks confused.

Harrington scoffs

"Jesus, you really can't handle your alcohol."

"Uh ..?"

"You remember going to Tina's party on Friday night?"

"Yes?"

"And then what?"

"I remember dancing .. and spilling some punch."

Nancy's thinking for a second.

"You got mad at me because I was drunk. And then you took me home."

Does she really remember nothing or that's all acting?

"No, see, this is where your mind gets a little bit fuzzy."

Steve's making a pause.

"That was your other boyfriend. That was .. that was Jonathan."

There's a perplexed expression on Nancy's face

"I don't understand."

"It's pretty simple, Nance."

"What?"

"You were just telling it like it is."

Maybe she really doesn't remember. That doesn't make it okay though.

"Uh .. apparently, we killed Barb and I don't care cause I'm bullshit and our whole .. our whole relationship is bullshit and .. I mean, pretty much everything is just bullshit bullshit bullshit."

Nancy raises her well-defined eyebrows and wrinkles her forehead

That doesn't make the stuff she told Steve okay!!

"Oh yeah also you don't love me."

"I was drunk, Steve. I don't remember any of that."

Really? So you can get hammered and tell your boyfriend you don't love him, and then everything should just get back to normal cause you don't recall doing that?

"So that makes everything you said .. it's what? Just bullshit too?"

"Yes?"

"Then tell me. Tell me that you love me and there's nothing going on between you and Jonathan."

"Really, Steve?"

"Harrington !!"

Roy is out of his breath, appearing between the buildings.

"Dude we need you, man! That douchebag is killing us! Let's go !!"

"I'm coming!"

"There is nothing going on between me and Jonathan, Steve."

It's nice to hear, really. Steve needs a longer explanation though.

"We're not done talking, Nance."

Their team loses anyways, with or without the captain. There's something about Billy's game today, it's .. like he's holding that distance, with a hint of "nothing personal, guys".. Is he getting ready to show off in front of the sports scouts? The new behaviour infuriates the hell out of Steve, even though the asshole hasn't pushed him one single time.

You're wrong about nothing personal, Hargrove. Locking mouths seems pretty personal to me.

However, Billy's not number one problem on the list of Steve's troubles right now. Let him believe Harrington has suffered a case of amnesia, and there was no kiss.

***

Steve picks Nancy up after school. On the way to her house she tells him

"Nothing happened that night, I swear."

"Are you sure, Nance? You didn't even understand who took you home! You thought it was me!"

"Steve, I would know if someone tried sleeping with me in my own bed, okay?"

She also admits that they sometimes talk with Jonathan between classes or during library study. They talk mostly about Barb, because his little brother Will was also missing last summer. They found him in the woods. Three weeks later, yet they found him. Maybe Barb also disappeared in the woods. Too much time has passed and there's no hope of finding her alive, but bringing some certainty would help her parents obtain peace.

Nancy assures Steve there's nothing romantic going on between her and Jonathan.

Steve's at a loss. Like .. he feels that he can't give Nancy the consolation she's looking for. He has no idea what happened to Barb and he thinks they should let the police deal with the whole thing. He can listen to Nancy, but what else can he offer? He's not .. experienced at things like that.

Steve should probably make a scene anyway and get really pissed and show her how hurt his feelings are, but he's also kinda glad everything 's cleared up, and she didn't cheat on him, and they are still together.

They are still together, right?

Nevertheless, he definitely must keep an eye on Jonathan Byers. The guy took creepy pictures of them in the middle of the night, Nancy seems to have forgotten about that. Steve should have a talk with Byers, tell him to stay away from his girl.

They kiss each other good bye.

It feels .. mechanic.

***

Late at night when Steve's again tossing and turning in bed, he suddenly realises that Nancy told him a lot of words but forgot to mention the most important thing - she didn't tell him she loved him.

Should he ask her again?

Tell me you love me

He's always thought if you're in love and in a relationship, you shouldn't be asking the person you're together with for confirmation.

Steve again feels that he wants to give so much, but no-one needs it, and no-one is willing to give back the same amount.

Of love.

Or even close to it.

Maybe relationships aren't that easy, and he's idealising them.

However, if there's no love, what's there to fight for?

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