#leave my dumb jock alone

[cheesesandwichsanto]

Cherry Lip Gloss

Summary: Eddie is madly in love with you and tries to shoot his shot.

Warning: some curse words

Word Count: ~1.8k

A/N: English is not my first language

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You were straddling his lap, your lips brushing against each others, still catching your breath and your lips swollen from the make out session before.

A few drops of sweat glistened on Eddie’s forehead.

You wore a dress - too short and too tight. Eddie loved it. It was everything he had ever imagined.

“Eddie?” you asked him quietly.

Your thumb running over his lower lip.

Your head fell back, revealing your neck, covered in hickies.

“Yeah baby?” he answered, hypnotized by your beauty, not able to take his eyes off you.

“I want you to…

beep beep beep

His alarm clock was ringing.

Fuck.

It was just another dream.

Another amazing dream.

But that didn’t ruin his mood.

It was Wednesday, which meant he had math for the first two periods with Mr. Mundy - and, luckily, it was one of the classes he shared with you.

There you both were, sitting in math class, him a few rows behind you, watching you, his head propped up on his hand.

You were still chitchatting with your friend Stacy, but as soon as Mr. Mundy entered the classroom, you both went quiet and Stacy turned around.

He was madly in love with you.

How you just sat there, wearing your green and orange cheerleading uniform.

Your hair was pulled up in a perfect ponytail.

Makeup? Not too much and flawless as always. Nails? Perfectly manicured.

But one little thing was missing - his favorite part.

He watched how you rummaged through your backpack, pulled out a pink lipgloss and a little mirror and applied it.

Damn.

What would he give to just taste it.

One. Single. Time.

What flavor were your lips?

Strawberry? Cherry? Or maybe vanilla?

How soft your plump lips must feel.

He had to stop himself from drooling like damn fool.

He felt stupid for being jealous of a lip gloss.

You felt eyes on you and looked around, stopping when you met Eddie’s and looking him straight in the eyes.

He froze, - caught in the act.

He looked shyly away, a light blush creeping across his cheeks.

You just grinned.

He was not really subtle in observing.

He used to think you would be a rich, arrogant, stuck-up bitch, just like the other cheerleaders. But there was this one time where you and him got detention together.

Him for being late (and that happens a lot) and you for god knows what reason.

Ms. O’Donnell had to leave the room and ordered to do your homework.

He still remembered how sweet your voice sounded when you turned around and asked him for help.

How your bright eyes locked onto his.

He helped you, and for the first time, realized that you weren’t like the rest.

You both talked for the rest of detention. You didn’t see him as the town’s freak or a weirdo. No.

You showed honest interest in what he had to say - about his hobbies, his music and even hellfire club.

There wasn’t any other way than to fall for you. You were the reason for his beautiful dreams. And the reason he couldn’t sleep at all sometimes.

You were nothing like the others.

You even stood up for him against Jason when he made fun of Eddie one time. Telling him “just leave him alone” and pulling Jason away on his arm.

He would do everything to be with you.

But there were only two problems.

The first one: you already had a boyfriend - Andy Johnson, one of the balls-into-laundry-baskets-jocks. He had seen you and him arguing and fighting more than once.

The main reason, according to Eddie, had to be your boyfriend being a douchebag and dumb as fuck for not valuing you enough.

Little did he know that he was the reason.

The second one: your cousin was Jason Carver. Your mothers were sisters. He was really protective, acting like your big brother, even though he’s younger than you. Everyone knew that him and Jason were arch-enemies. Eddie hates Jason. Jason hates Eddie. It had always been this way. And it would stay that way forever.

At lunch break, while walking down the hallway, Eddie saw you standing by your locker, putting your books away and checking yourself out in the mirror you’d hung on the locker door. Suddenly, he saw something fall on the floor. Without thinking, he walked over to you and picked up what he now recognized as your lip gloss.

Strawberry - he knew it.

“Y/N?” He asked.

You turned around and looked at him, surprised.

“Yes?” You replied.

Your beautiful eyes - oh god, he felt his legs turn to pudding, but managed to hold up your lip gloss to hand it back to you.

“It fell out of your locker. That color really suits you, by the way. I.. uhm …really like strawberries” he said shyly. Not a sign of the loud, confident, stand-on-the-cafeteria-table-and-scream-Eddie.

You looked at his hand and took the lip gloss - but not without noticing his rings.

A smile played on your lips.

“Thank you so much, that’s really kind of you. Normally, I buy cherry, but unfortunately it’s sold out, so I went with strawberry. I really like your rings, they are super cool” you said, resting your hand on Eddies arm and giving him a loving smile.

Where you… where you blushing?

His heart did backflips.

“Cherry huh?” He mumbled nervously.

You didn’t notice someone approaching.

Until you heard a voice.

It was Jason.

“Hey you alright? Is that freak bothering you? Want me to take care of it?” Jason’s voice boomed. You just rolled your eyes.

“First of all. Cousin. Stop calling him freak ‘kay? And no, he is not bothering me. Just let’s go.”

You slammed your locker shut and sent Eddie an apologetic smile before turning around and following Jason to the cafeteria.

Eddie leaned against your locker, bumping his head against it, grinning like an idiot.

He high-fived himself in his mind for not making a complete fool out of himself.

You had talked to him.

You even touched his arm.

For a small second, he thought that maybe he had a chance. But he wasn’t about to get his hopes up. Jason always appeared out of nowhere, and you had a boyfriend.

But he had an idea for how to get your attention once again.

Friday afternoon was hellfire club.

But as soon as he entered the theater room, he was able to hear only one topic - your breakup with Andy.

Eddie was so happy - it felt like his birthday and Christmas combined.

He grinned from ear to ear.

On Monday’s, you two didn’t share a class, and he could only see you at lunch or when you were standing at your locker.

So when lunch approached, he was the first to rush out of class.

He wanted to “bump” into you by your locker, accidentally, of course.

When he turned into the hallway he saw you standing there - but with you was Andy.

You were arguing.

Again.

But apparently you said something that made Andy so angry, he stormed off.

Thank God.

You turned back to your locker to shut the door. That was his moment.

His only chance.

He took a deep breath and walked towards you.

“Hey Y/N. How you doing? Everything alright? I heard what happened.”

A smile spread across your face as soon as you saw him.

“Oh hey. I didn’t see you at first. I’m feeling super duper. I finally got rid of that turd Andy. I couldn’t feel better. Honestly, I should’ve done it months ago” You said.

Eddie chuckled “I’m sorry to hear it ended like that… but also kind of not sorry?” he said with an awkward grin, scratching his head.

“Not sorry huh?” You laughed.

“Yeah, I mean.. I always thought he was kind of an asshole. But uh,…” he reached into his jacket. “That’s not what I came over for. I actually have something I wanted to give you.”

You looked confused “Me?”

He nodded, pulled something out of his jacket and handed it to you.

It was a lip gloss - the cherry one.

Your favorite.

Your eyes lit up.

“No way… How did you even get this? It’s out of stock everywhere.”

“Let’s just say I have connections.”

“Thank you so, so much. What do I owe you?”

“Nothing, it’s a gift…. Go on a date with me?” Eddie fidgeted with his rings nervously.

You were surprised that he asked, but you’d always thought he was cute. And Andy is history. So, why not?

“I’d love to”

“I would understand if.. wait.. really?… I mean…cool. Cool” he tried not to freak out completely.

You pulled a pen from your backpack and scribbled something down on Eddies arm.

“That’s my address. Pick me up at 7.”

Eddie starred on the part of his arm that now is covered with your handwriting.

“Yeah, I can do that. I’ll be there at 7.”

You gave him one last smile before turning to walk down the hallway - the cherry lip gloss in your hand.

Eddie watched you walking away. When you were out of sight he let out a breath.

“Holy shit. She said yes.”

[gyusrose]

➵ you’re so vain -> l.hs

⚠︎ smut (mdni)

✎ jock!heeseung x reader, enemies to ?????, heeseung is rlly annoying, hate sex ;), hair pulling, dirty talk, unprotected sex, degradation, backshots lmao. i think that’s it?

summary: attending a new school was supposed to be a fresh start for you, trying to be nice to everyone and have new friends, yet coming across lee heeseung threw all of that out the window.

(heeseung x fem.reader)

wc: 3.2k

your sweaty hands could not be gripping the steering wheel any harder. you wouldn’t call yourself “super shy” but when it comes to a whole new community of people, teenagers, hell yeah you are.

you had to move exactly at the middle of the year due to your mom’s work. they offered her double the salary at the other side of the city, who was she to say no to that? although you were going to miss your friends and the overall environment of your old home, you couldn’t just tell your mom ‘no’, either way her decisions are final.

you just got here two days ago, and to be honest, it wasn’t that bad. the worst thing so far is the fact that the nearest shopping center was 30 minutes away but you’ll live.

you didn’t except your first day of school to be so nerve-wracking. surely you’ll make some friends but who knows what people are like here. eventually, you saw the big navy blue sign with your school’s name on it. it was an averagely big school, bigger than your old one, which also meant more people.

the parking space alone was scary. it was huge yet already full even though it was still fairly early. you went around in circles around the parking lot, trying to find a vacant spot. fortunately you did at the second-to-last line.

as you tried to park, the limited space you had made it difficult to, having to back up and drive in constantly. as you reversed your car, you must have completely forgotten that you aren’t the only one there, feeling a small crash at the bumper of your car.

your eyes widened in panic. you looked back to see what you hit, and with your luck, it revealed at very nice black car, to which you’ve just hit. you tried to quickly get into your parking spot, hoping it was nothing serious, but then someone came walking up to you.

‘shit, that must be the owner’ you saw his red, rather handsome, fuming face.

you got out of your car to confront the first person interaction.

“hey look im so-“

“CANT YOU FUCKING DRIVE RIGHT? YOU HIT MY VERY EXPENSIVE CAR WITH YOUR THING, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?”

oh he was an asshole. you almost scoffed in his face. who does he think he is.

“it was accident that’s all, it was barely a scratch calm down man.”

“IT WAS DEFINITELY A SCRATCH LOOK AT IT! JUST BECAUSE YOU KEEP YOUR CAR LOOKING ALL MISERABLE DOESNT MEAN I WILL, DO YOU EVEN HAVE A LICENSE?”

lord take me back. you were so close to just leaving him there arguing with himself. but you didn’t want to make him even angrier.

“look im sorry! i can pay for the fix up if that’s what you want, i dont know what else to do?”

the boy scoffed and rolled his eyes at your statement.

“you think i don’t have the money for it? please, it shows you’re a newbie around here.”

“i didn’t mean it like that-“

“yo heeseung!! come on bro!” another blonde boy called from afar, hopefully ending the argument y’all were having.

“ watch your back new girl.” with one last glare, he left to join his group of friends.

you rolled your eyes. shiver my fucking timbers, you thought.

you took a deep breath before grabbing your backpack and making your way into school , hoping to never see his face ever again.

>>

you thought that was going to be the end of it all. but oh boy were you wrong. soon you found out that heeseung is the captain of the football team, and pretty much the most popular boy in school. as cliche as it sounds, every girl would drop their panties if he asked them to.

people know he’s not the nicest person ( an asshole) yet they still look up to him. that’s angered you. how are all these people so dumb? just because he’s kinda good-looking? seriously?

over the course of a few weeks, you’ve managed to make some friends, your closest taehyun and Isa. although you tried to block the negativity, heeseung made it really hard. always giving you snarky comments when he saw you around, ridiculing you in front of other people. somehow always finding a way to run into you despite not having any classes together. except gym.

“ bro open your eyes, catch the damn ball!” he yelled from across from you.

you hated sports. even less could you play one, but you gotta do it for the grade.

“the ball was too high up dummy!” you retorted, rolling your eyes for maybe the 100th time in the class period.

if you hated gym before, you definitely hated it more now.

as the period ended, you decided to take a quick shower in the locker rooms since you couldn’t handle being all sweaty and gross throughout the day.

heeseung finished changing and was outside the locker room with his friends, chatting, waiting for the bell to ring. that’s when he may have accidentally eavesdropped the conversation between your two friends, he could barely the names of.

“where’s _____?” taehyun asked isa, noticing how you weren’t with her.

“she’s taking a shower right now, she told us to not wait for her.” Isa shrugged before taehyun nodded.

a beautiful idea popped in heeseung’s brain. it was too good.

he excused himself and sneakily waited by the girl’s locker room, waiting for everyone to come out. once he only heard the shower you were using running, he quietly entered the room. the bell had rang about a minute ago, so the gym was empty, only you and him. the gym teacher god knows where.

he saw his target and rapidly grabbed the pile of clothes sitting on the bench, a smirk evident in his face.

suddenly the shower stopped running, making heeseung hurry and exit the locker room.

the shower felt too good, you think you spent more time that you anticipated to. as you exited the shower tiles, you looked around for your clothes, which you remember clearly leaving them in the bench closest to the shower. you looked around the whole locker room, hoping you were wrong and placed them elsewhere. unfortunately, you couldn’t even find your damn socks.

your biggest fear has come true. you’re now naked, nothing but a towel covering you, this was more than just humiliating. you felt sad, mad, angry, embarrassed all at once. they’ve been stolen for sure, and you were more than sure on who did it.

grabbing your phone you called Isa, to see if she could help you somehow. and she indeed did. bringing you some spare clothes she had. thankfully, you always bring extra underwear since situations like these could happen. you just had to wait for isa for the clothes, yet the five minutes she took felt like five hours. unfortunately, passing period is over, meaning some students are coming in the locker room to change.

many of them just straight up stared at you. giving you weird looks as to why you were pretty much naked in the middle of the locker room, but none had the guts to ask you.

you wished the ground would just swallow you whole. lee heeseung won’t hear the end of it.

“LEE HEESEUNG!” you yelled across the field. he and his friends were siting down eating lunch outside when you spotted him after trying to find him after the stunt he just pulled.

heeseung knew it was coming, giggling with his friends as they heard you yell his name once again. “ oh she’s about to scold me now .” heeseung scoffed but still got up and went over to you.

“yes ma’am?” he said with a smile, you wish you could slap off but you’re better than that.

“YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID DO YOU KNOW HOW EMBARRASSING THAT WAS?”

“i have no idea what you’re talking about..” heeseung tried acting innocent but failed as he just burst out laughing. you groaned, how on earth is that funny?

“cute panties by the way” he continued to laugh, not sparing a glance at your mad expression on your face.

“you’re such an ass, i hate your guts.” you said leaving him alone, laughing to himself.

“yo bro i think she actually got mad this time.” his friend, jake came over.

heeseung shrugged. “she’s so sensitive, it wasn’t even that bad.”

“i can’t believe he did that…” taehyun said as you told them both what had happened. Isa knew a little bit but not who did it.

“that’s fucked up, what’s he got against you so much?”

you shrugged. “i guess because i gave his car a little scratch, but i guess he took it to heart since he hasn’t stopped bothering me since. he’s a jerk.”

“finally someone who thinks the same as me!” taehyun said making you chuckle.

“then get back at him! you know the one thing that makes him who he is is that damn football.” Isa said.

you tried to be the bigger person this whole time, not paying much mind to his little remarks or pranks he pulls, biting back a little wouldn’t hurt right?

“you know what, you’re right.”

“lee heeseung, mrs. park wants to speak to you.” mr.jung said calling heeseung.

heeseung who was barely paying attention heard his name. his frowned at this. what on earth could she want to talk about with him? either way, he went to her classroom.

he entered the empty classroom to find his coach and mrs.park, waiting for him. what the fuck? heeseung was more confused now. maybe they were going to congratulate him for the good work this semester? his coach’s face said otherwise though.

“there you are, you may be wondering why you’re here..” mrs.park started. heeseung nodded, feeling uneasy.

“a student came forward, showing how you copied word for word her whole assignment, the one i assigned a week ago. i didn’t notice it at first but it’s very clear now, you may know how cheating is unacceptable in my class, i’ve decided to fail you in this assignment, plus you’ll be serving detention this whole week..” she turned to the coach.

heeseung’s heart started beating at a rapid pace, he’s never been caught cheating, and being failed on the assignment that was a big part of his grade, it means he’s most likely failing the class now. the rules for football stated that all players should be passing all of their classes if not, they’ll be dropped….

no no no, the lee heeseung can’t be dropped. he’s the captain! the star player!

“since you’re failing this class heeseung, i think you know what’s about to happe-“

“please coach! don’t kick me out, i’m the captain! what would the team do without me? i’ll get my grade up as soon as possible im-“

“calm down calm down, i’m not going to kick you out, it’s the middle of the season, but unfortunately you won’t be playing the next three games. if your grade is not up by then, then i will drop you. understood?” his coach stated earning a sharp nod by heeseung.

he’s glad he’s still on the team but what’s the point if he can’t play? he’s going to become a joke. the captain that’s a bench warmer. how stupid.

he left the classroom enraged. he knows exactly who did this.

“bro what? what do you mean you ain’t gonna play ?” riki said in disbelief at what his captain just said.

“some snitch told mrs.park that i cheated on the last assignment and coach suspended me for the next three games, and i got detention all week!” sunghoon unknowingly chuckled. heeseung looked at him with a glare.

“what? she got you good, what did you expect hee?” sunghoon kept laughing, making some of the others also laugh silently.

heeseung had nothing to say back, he just rolled his eyes. “tch, whatever.”

nevertheless, you were overjoyed seeing heeseung slouching on the bench. you couldn’t miss this once in a lifetime scenario. obviously you were the cause for it. heeseung asks Isa almost all the time for her notes or to straight up copy her. she willingly let you rat him out after what he did to you.

he can sense how all eyes were on him, but he just tried to block everyone out a focus on the game. he had a poker face on, but deep inside he was irritated . he saw how you were smirking and laughing with your two little friends. you knew what you were doing.

>>

“ahh look who it is, the benchwarmer! “ you said chuckling as you made your way to heeseung.

after the team (barely) won, jake threw an ‘after party’ at his house. even though you don’t normally go to these parties, especially from those boys, you felt like a party would do good with your marvellous mood. something about seeing heeseung’s frowny face made feel over the moon.

“seems like cat got your tongue now huh? dont have anything to say-“

in a blink of an eye you were pulled into a room, heeseung’s fingers wrapped around your neck, pulling your face closer to his.

“what the fuck? heeseung-“

“shut the fuck up.” his hoarse voice caught you off guard. he was actually really mad.

“you think what you did it’s fucking funny? huh? almost getting me kicked out ? “ you’ve never seen him this enraged before. making you almost scared, yet….kinda turned on? no, you hate him, snap out of it! you told yourself yet the wetness in between your legs became hard to ignore.

you didn’t respond. “fuck, you’re so annoying, i can’t fucking stand you. i hate you.” he saw lowly. fuck that was hot.

you spoke before thinking. “then show me.”

not needing to tell him twice, heeseung pulled you completely in. your lips met in a kiss that was anything but gentle, a fierce and consuming clash that spoke longing and raw need.

The kiss deepened, fueled by an unspoken urgency, their mouths exploring each other with a fervor that left y’all breathless. his grip on your neck becoming tighter.

“shit im gonna show you to fucking behave.” he said before pushing you into the bed forcefully. you may have discovered a new kink of yours. watching as he undressed himself and yourself rapidly. feeling his anger through every touch he gave you.

he rubbed through your folds before inserting two fingers aggressively. your body jolted at the sudden move.

“holy shit go softer dumbass.”

“aw you think i give a fuck? suck it up and take it since you think you’re all that.” his fingers pumped faster and faster making it hard for you to answer back to his stupid remarks.

“oh my god..” you tried to pull his hand away before you cum. not wanting to see you orgasm so easily yet.

“just fuck me already heeseung, or is your dick as tiny as your brain?”

heeseung looked darkly at you. that stupid mouth of yours can’t shut up will it?

he retracted his fingers put of you and took his boxers off. wanting nothing more than to prove you wrong.

shit. your eyes went wide at what stood in front of you. saying he was big was an understatement. it was like a zipper for your mouth. how was that thing going to fit inside of you?

“can’t say anything now, can you slut?” he pulled your legs down the mattress to have you at the perfect angle to ram into you.

heeseung ran his til over your folds, teasing his way in. making you aggrevated.

“just put it in for fucks sake!”

“tell me how bad you want it.” you shook your head, no way were you going to beg. no way.

“alright then, i guess im gonna go.” he said letting go of your waist, acting as if he was going to leave.

“okay okay! please fuck me, i want it so bad, i want your big cock so bad heeseung.” heeseung moaned at your words. he didn’t wait any longer and thrusted all of him in you.

you both moaned yet it was more painful for you. you’ve never had something so big inside you before.

“fuck yeah..” he said then grabbing your neck, slightly choking you. your hands went to his biceps, trying to find something to hold on to as the speed he was thrusting in became more hostile.

“fuck me harder, like the asshole you are.” you said in between breaths. heeseung took the challenge and thrusted violently. the skin slapping and wetness of your core could probably be heard in the party outside.

“of course a whore like you would like to be fucked like this.”

before you could respond he pulled out of you earning a desperate groan from you, but then your were flipped, now on all fours and before you knew it he was back in you again. gripping your hip with one hand while he pulled your hair on the other.

“such a tight pussy, you probably fantasized about this am i right?” he said in your ear. you shook your head through your moan.

“in your dreams lee, in your fucking dreams. fuck you.”

“i’m quite literally doing that.” chuckling, he let go of your hair and instead gripped your other hip, going in deeper, nudging your cervix literally driving you to an edge.

“fuck i’m cumming.” you cried out. never has an orgasm felt like this. heeseung was on edge as well, feeling you clench around his dick did it for him.

your climax rose over you, making you fall into the pillow while heeseung kept thrusting until his own organs came over him, pulling out and releasing his white ropes all over your back.

tiredly, he laid besides you in the strangers bed, not knowing what to say now.

you turned to him, smirking. “i think i may hate you even more now.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Smile Like You Mean It 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, bullying, humiliation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Colin Shea, Rafe Cameron (Professor AU)

Summary: you're trying to grow up but you keep getting pushed back down.

Part of the Bad Professors AU

Note: Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all. 

College is supposed to be a new start. You're supposed to be an adult. Sophisticated and mature. Too bad you're still figuring out how to be functional. 

It's all the more obvious how behind you are as you sit in the student centre with a can of diet coke. Alone. Watching. Coveting. 

The girls, no, women, with their contour and lululemons and blown out hair. They walk together, gabbing and giggling, with a Stanley or branded coffee cup in hand. They are of the moment and you're once more falling behind. 

You look down at you Gap hoodie and polka dot leggings. Admittedly, the Walmart couture isn't exactly cutting edge. And your crocks don't do much for the look. Or your hair and bare face.  

It isn't for lack of trying. No oil or serum could tame the beast on your head, and you couldn't figure out how to line your lids without squiggles. So you settled for the bare minimum. Hygiene and clean clothes. Hmmm, you did wear the hoodie yesterday too. 

You're trying but that doesn't mean it's good enough.  You put your head down and stare at the curled red C on the can. Well, the year's just started, you can make some good friends... just maybe not the barbie dolls. 

As you take another sip of soda, a figure walks by but is met with catastrophe. His bag catches on the back of the empty chair across from you and he reels back. You watch him untangle himself and his pale blue eye flick up to meet yours. 

He wears one of those blue letterman jackets you've seen around. A jock or frat or both. They are often chasing the heels of the glamorous coeds. 

"Oh, hey," he chuckles as he fixes his messenger bag, "I'm a mess, huh?" 

You shake your head. You can't get the words out; 'it's fine' or even a congenial 'so am I'. You can't even muster a smile. That's your other problem. You go mute in the face of interest. 

"You okay? Did I scare ya?" He asks as he drags his hand over his fluffy blond hair. 

You just blink. Say something, idiot. 

"I'm not always mess," he smirks as he grips the back of the chair. Why is he hanging around? "I'm Colin, actually." 

You can't help but crack. Your cheek dimple and one corner of your lips curve. That's a really stupid joke. 

"And you are, sunshine?" He leans forward. 

You look around. It feels off. It has to be a joke, right? There's nothing but milling bodies and chattering students. 

"Auburn," you voice scratches in your throat. 

"Auburn," he purrs back, "I like that." He smirks, "hey, Aubby," his shoulders slant, "can I sit here? This place is packed." 

You stare at him and shrug. You can't say anything but you definitely can't say no. He winks and drops into the seat, dumping his bag on the floor next to his feet. 

"So, you going to the party tonight?" He asks. 

You frown. Party? You shake your head again.  

"No? Why not? Everyone's going." He says.  

Not me. I'm not cool. You just show your hands as your voice stays stuck in your chest. 

"Huh, too good for us? I get it. You got more important things to do than stop by Delta. I can accept that, Aubby. I'm used to it," he pouts, "all the pretty girls say no." 

Pretty? You try not to make a face. You take a drink of coke. You can do it. 

"I... wasn't invited," you utter. 

"Ah, there's that sweet voice," he leans forward on his elbows. "Well, babe, I'm inviting you. So how about it?" 

You stare back at him. Again. Boy, he’s going to think you’re real dumb. You purse your lips and nod. Why not? You’ve been looking for friends. This isn’t going to be high school all over again. 

Well, you can start by wearing something a little less... schlubby to this party. 

He smiles and slaps the table, “see, I knew when I looked at you that you were the one. Here, I’ll get your number and send you the details.” 

You take your phone out and hand it over. The case is scuffed and tan. It’s not sparkly like the ones you’ve seen in the manicured hands of the other girls on campus. He doesn’t seem to notice as he types with his wide thumbs. He gives it back and sends you another wink. 

“See ya tonight, Aubby,” he stands. “I gotta make sure there’s enough drinks so can’t stick around.” He bends to pick up his bag. “You’re not gonna stand me up, are ya?” You shake your head once more. He grins and snaps his fingers. “Later.” 

As he leaves, your eyes wander around the cafeteria. You see a girl in grey converse and a hoodie kinda like yours. She’s not watching where she’s going. She walks right into a man in a suit, her coffee spilling across his back. He rears on her as you watch on as a silent witness. 

He snarls and she babbles back. He stalks off angrily and she stands there blankly. She forgets almost immediately as she looks at the container in her hand. She’s the first girl you’ve seen that doesn’t make you want to hide. 

You get up and grab some napkins on your way over. You approach her as her coffee drips down her hand. You offer it quietly and she flinches as she notices. 

“Oh, jeez, thanks,” she chuckles. “Can ya hold this for me?” You nod and take her container. She balances the coffee as she wipes the side and her fingers. “I’m fucking idiot sometimes. I was so focus on the noodles.” Her eyes skitter around, “shit fuck, this place is crowded, huh?” 

She looks at you as she crumples the napkin and reaches out. You hand over the container. She narrows her eyes. 

“Quiet, huh? Well, shit, I just can’t stop talking,” she tuts. 

“Um...” you swallow tightly. “I got a table...” you point back to where you left your stuff. 

She tilts her head, “thanks, that’s nice but... okay. I guess things can’t get any worse.” 

You perk up and turn around to lead the way. If you can get a few more words out, you might just be able to call it a successful day. 

“I’m Ash, by the way,” she says as she sets her things down and you sit across from her. 

“Auburn,” you return. 

“Ash and Auburn. One more and we could be musketeers or something,” she kids as she settles in. 

[tteokdoroki]

so jock yuuji and weird girl reader right? am i right?

weird girl who is the one who initiates any form of hostility. jocks arent jerks by defaults, yuuji definitely not. weird girl sees the world in popular / unpopular, uninteresting / interesting, pretty / meaningful, and general black / white thinking. extremes.

yuuji would just have no idea any of this is going on. like why is she mad at me. i wanted to ask her about the keychain on her bag. whyd she accept my follow request but not follow me back.

i love the dynamic of jaded reader x clueless blorbo!!! where they are both somewhat attracted to eachother the more they observe eachother around campus, but one pulls closer and the other pushes him away!!

jock yuuji def hangs out in the gymnasium instead of going to class btw. plays music out loud on his speakers thru the halls. if u even care. he carries around one of those big ass water bottles and he never got a backpack w him. just showing up to econ with nothing but a drawstring bag of ground down pencils and vibes

𖤐๋࣭ — JOCK BF!YUUJI ENTRY #9. first meetings.

about. a scenario in which the campus’ favourite jock lays eyes on his future freaky girlfriend for the first time.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fluff, meet cute, jock bf!itadori, weird gf + fem!reader.

imagine yuuji signing up to one of your classes and he kinda makes a fool of himself on the first day. like he shows up late because practice ran over, his laptop his dead and he doesn’t have a pen but your professor (and it’s taken like two years for you to have gotten on his good side) just lets it SLIDE !!! so you’ve already got your back up with yuuji — thinking he’s some dumb jock here to mess around in your class !!!

he takes the seat right next to you of course, introduces himself to you with a sunshine smile that keeps on burning even when you cut your eyes at him and ignore the poor guy. yuuji even goes as far as to ask you for a pen half way through the lecture — and your heart stops when your fingers brush as you pass one to him. he’s a stupid jock, you remind yourself, he’s probably just making fun of you.

the pink haired jock never leaves you alone after that day!! he says hi to you in the halls at dorms he visits or on the way to the library — his music playing obnoxiously through the speaker he carries even when the librarian politely tells him to quiet down.

yuuji sits with you at study cubicles every week even though you’ve made it clear that you don’t want anything to do with him — but he follows you on Instagram, and asks you for notes from your shared classes, texts you about the socials coming up (even though you never go to them). and even though you think that he’s annoying… itadori is charming in a way.

he’s good to his friends, knows all of his teachers by name, he even studies hard — despite you thinking that he doesn’t.

maybe you misjudged itadori, maybe you were a little too harsh.

maybe you’re starting to think better of him, and he can kind of tell when wave him over to sit next to you during class and lend him the same pen you gave him when you’d first met.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[joonberriess]

𓆩♡𓆪 “i heard from a friend of a friend, that that dick was a ten out of ten” — jock!jk

·˚ ༘ 💌 TAGS — threesomes, sexual objectification, yg and jk are both high, dom-sub undertones, petplay(?) yg just calls oc puppy and makes her crawl, dumbification, protected sex, pussy eating, blowjobs, reader’s in for it LMAO, cum-eating(?), it gets soft i swear

“You remember I told you about Yoongi, right baby?” Jungkook wraps his arm around your waist and gently guides you out of the car, “ ‘s not gonna take long, we’ll be in and out. I just need to pick something up.” He closes the door and tugs you with him with a hand on your ass.

You sleepily look around the parking lot mumbling about how pretty the apartments looked. “Yoongi is the one you said sells you weed?” You softly reply as you follow him into the building, “But I thought you said weed makes you dumb, ‘s why you don’t let me get you any from Jooheon.” You pout.

Jungkook presses a kiss to your forehead, “Jooheon’s a idiot and I don’t want you near him. At least Yoongi actually sells shit worth buying.” He presses the button to the elevator, “You’ll like him baby, he’s a good friend of mine. Plus his roommate has a dog too.”

You step into the elevator with a angry little pout, “You said we would be in and out, does that mean I can’t play with the doggy?” You huff, you’re no stranger to Jungkook taking you out so late to do god knows what, but you really hope he isn’t making this a short trip because then it means you got all dressed up for nothing. :(

Jungkook kisses the pout off your face, “Don’t give me that fuckin’ pout, I’ll take you out after this. You think I’m gonna let your cute ass go to waste?” He teases softly as he gives your ass an appreciative squeeze.

Well, he does have a point. You ARE dressed pretty cute tonight, you had chosen to wear this pretty jean miniskirt along with your new pink tube top that had little rhinestones all over! You find yourself smiling brightly at Jungkook, “Can we go get fried chicken at that one karaoke place?”

Both of you reach Yoongi’s floor, his roommate Hoseok(?) invites the two of you in and he heads off into his room talking about needing some sleep. You coo quietly at the small dog sleeping by the TV stand all curled up into a tiny fluff ball. “He’s so cuteeee.” You whine as you bend over to get a better look at the dog.

Jungkook chuckles quietly and leaves you be, “Yoongi! Get your ass out here!” he says, disappearing down the dark hall in search of said man.

You’re left all alone in the dimly lit living room with the puppy. You’re too busy cooing over it to notice Yoongi come out from the room opposite of the hallway Jungkook went into. “So you’re the one Jungkook talks about.” Yoongi’s eyes rack down your form until they land right on your ass where your skirt rides up just a tiny bit, “Guess he wasn’t lying afterall.”

You jump a little at the new voice and turn around to look at Yoongi with puppy eyes, “You scared me!” You hold a hand over your chest, “Don’t sneak up on me like that, you look like a creep.”

Yoongi snorts, “My bad sweetheart,” he holds his arms up in surrender as he licks his lips, “didn’t know it was a crime to walk in my own house.” He shakes his head and walks to the kitchen connected to the living room, “Where’d your ‘Jungkookie’ go hm? Think you can be a good girl and use that little brain of yours?”

“He went to look for you down the other hall!” You smile cheerfully and stand up a bit straighter. He eyes you silently and you make a confused noise, following his gaze down only to see he’s staring at your chest where a tiny bit of boob pops out. “Oh. Sorry,” you softly huff and mutter about your ‘stupid top’ as you fix your tits.

Yoongi nods, “Nah, nah… you’re absolutely fine..” He trails off and sips his water. Jungkook comes barreling in a few moments later and Yoongi perks up, “Oh there you are, I was just asking about you to your girl.” He clears his throat.

Jungkook rolls his eyes in faux annoyance, “Yeah, yeah dickhead I was looking all over for you. Got my ass yelled at by Hoseok cause I was making too much noise supposedly. You got what I need or what?” He grunts, pulling you to his side.

Yoongi nods, “I just rolled one a couple minutes ago, why don’t we smoke that one first, on the house Kook you know hyung rolls the fattest blunts.” He smirks, “On the house.”

Jungkook raises a brow and looks over at you, you’re obviously lost in your own world as you coo at the now awake puppy which is hiding at your feet. “Fine, but y/n’s not smoking, got it. So don’t even fuckin offer any cause I know your ass.”

Yoongi grins, “Pinky promise.” Jungkook doesn’t miss the wink he shoots you.. Oh, so now Yoongi likes to share his blunts all of a sudden? Generous.

They get situated on the leather couch together as Yoongi lights the blunt up, taking a long drag from it and passing it off to Jungkook. You mostly ignore the two, opting to sit out with the puppy playing around and cooing at it. Yoongi watches you with darkened eyes sitting back in his seat and enjoying the sight of you looking so pretty on your knees.

“I can see you staring bitch,” Jungkook grunts and hands off the blunt back to Yoongi, “you’re not being so fucking subtle like you think you are.” He narrows his eyes.

Yoongi shrugs, all to calm for someone who just got called out, “I know a pretty ass when I see one, I’m only a man after all, sue me. Don’t worry, I won’t go near your precious y/n.”

Jungkook looks over at you, you’re sitting so pretty and clueless at the same time. He looks back at Yoongi who’s intently watching him with those cold calculated eyes which hold something akin to mischief in them. It suddenly dawns on him he’s more interested than he initially thought he was. Jungkook has a vision (which is partly owed to the weed taking over his senses and clouding his mind) and something in him wants to see just how perfect you go with Yoongi..

His beloved Yoongi hyung whose reputation was built far more worse than his own was. His hyung that fucked a plethora of women who all had one thing in common–their shared love for his tongue and fingers which apparently they referred to as heavenly and mind blowing.

“... How bad would you say that you want y/n, and none of that what are you talking about shit. I see the way you’re looking…shameless bastard.” Jungkook smirks as he takes a long hit.

Yoongi slowly tilts his head to look at you as he licks his lips, “Does little Kookie wanna watch hyung fuck his girlfriend into another universe? Is that what you like Kook, watching someone else ruin that pretty thing over there?” He grins, eyes half lidded with desire. Jungkook shivers, he’s possessive sure but something about getting to see you get wrecked right in front of him does things to him.

“You know my answer to that.” He pokes his tongue against his cheek and smirks in return.

The two carry on in silence passing the blunt back and forth. You on the other hand sit there in utter shock, frozen in your spot after hearing all those things Jungkook and Yoongi were saying about you. Yoongi gives you butterflies in your tummy, the good kind too, and hearing them talk about you like you’re not even there makes it ten times more appealing.

You slowly turn around to look at the two sitting across from you. Yoongi catches your gaze and stares right back at you with a promising grin. It has you feeling a second heartbeat down there between your thighs as you shift around and rub them together. Yoongi hands off the blunt to Jungkook and curls his finger at you in a ‘come here’ motion.

As you go to get up Yoongi stops you, “Ah, ah,” he grins evilly, “on all fours sweetheart, wanna see you crawl like a cute puppy.”

You flush under his words and slowly lower yourself back down, crawling towards Yoongi with a sway of your hips. Jungkook’s own eyes are dark and half-lidded, he watches you with close eyes and mutters something about how hot you look on all fours like that.

“There you go sweetheart, guess your little brain does work for something after all.” Yoongi pats his knee, “Right here baby, right where you belong.” The insinuation itself has your pussy creaming, clit throbbing from arousal and neglect. You’re not too sure you can survive this.

“Let’s get this flimsy thing off.” Yoongi pulls you in even closer once you’re on his lap, his (veiny) hands slithering down to your miniskirt as he begins to unbutton it for you. “Up you go,” he slaps your ass, “yeah, just like that baby, I think your Jungkookie likes what he sees.” He motions over to Jungkook.

You turn around to face Jungkook with puppy eyes, pouting even more when you see his tattooed hand rubbing over his growing erection sitting so sinfully in his sweats. He nods at you with a grin, “Be good for hyung baby, show him how much of a good girl you are.” With that in mind you turn back to Yoongi.

Yoongi hisses under his breath when he comes face to face with your lacy panties, chubby little pussy hugged so perfectly by the flimsy material with an obvious wet patch over the center. “Do a little spin for me sweetheart, nice and slow for me.” He licks his lips sitting back and staring up at you.

You shyly do a spin, making sure not to go too fast since you’ve done this countless times for Jungkook. Yoongi’s hands come up to stop you mid-twirl, holding you still in front of him as he runs his hands over your baby-soft skin, gently cupping your asscheeks and bouncing them in place.

“Shit.” He growls, “So fuckin’ pretty.” He suddenly pulls back to smack your ass harshly, watching it bounce in place as a hand print slowly starts appearing. You yelp softly and chew on your bottom lip, this isn’t fun at all if he’s only looking :( you want him to make you feel good too!

“I bet you’re even prettier over here.” He whispers huskily and gently presses two fingers right up against your cunt, rubbing over the wet patch as he presses in to emphasize his words.

You mewl softly and give him the best puppy eyes you can muster, “You’re being really mean right now. ‘S not fun at all!” You huff angrily.

Yoongi smacks your ass hard, “You’ll take what I give you sweetheart, no need to get fucking mouthy with me. Your greedy little pussy is practically beggin’ for it at this point, look at you,” he laughs which adds further to your embarrassment, “you want me here?” He presses right up against your swollen clit which lies hidden away in those damned panties. “Puppy forgot how to speak?”

“N-No, ‘s just–”

“Just what sweetheart?” He quickly interrupts and forces another whine out of your throat. “C’mon, I don’t have all night to sit here and wait until you decide to use your little brain to figure out what you want.”

Yoongi is cruel with the way he pinches your clit while he nonchalantly talks to you still expecting for you to be able to reply to him. Your lip wobbles and you begin whining again with small hiccups, “Y-You’re being mean..! I don’t want your stupid fingers anymore, you’re not even doing anything and it’s not fair.”

“Not fair puppy? How, if you can’t tell me what you need? Are you that dumb you can’t even figure out your own needs? Has Jungkook fucked you stupid babydoll?” Yoongi pulls you back into his lap as he circles his arms over your waist and holds you still against him, “Hm?”

“ ‘s not true, I know that I want your fingers.” You huff cutely and lick your lips, “And if you won’t do something about it then I’m going to Jungkook, he’ll do something.” You glare.

Jungkook makes a noise since he’s addressed for the first time since this has started. “My patience is running thin Yoongi, if you won’t I will and you’ll single handedly ruin your only chance to get your hands on my baby.” He smirks.

Yoongi rolls his eyes and lays you back on the couch, “Brats, the lot of you.” He slides your panties down your soft thighs and tosses them in Jungkook’s direction, “Get yourself off with those loser.” He grunts and lays his eyes over your glistening pussy.

Your breath hitches in excitement and you let your thighs fall open for the older, biting your lip in anticipation. “Actually I got a better idea.” Jungkook muses as he rises off the couch and slowly walks over, “from what I remember…puppies don’t speak.” He grins.

Yoongi looks up at Jungkook and then trails his gaze down to you, “You’re right.”

+

Soft moans and garbled little cries are punched out of your throat with every thrust Yoongi sends your way. His cock punches in deep and strikes a spot inside that has your thighs shaking and pussy leaking. His thighs smack into your over and over again, he practically has you hanging off his cock bent over at a perfect angle with your ass up high.

Yoongi grips your hips tightly and occasionally digs his fingernails into your soft skin, leaving behind marks from his aggression. He releases a series of pleasured grunts and tiny sighs as your pussy tries to milk him of all he’s worth. “Loosen up for me will you sweetheart? Gonna give it to you just the way you need.” He moans.

You’re trying not to tighten up around him but it’s a little difficult with your mouth preoccupied with Jungkook’s cock. You’re trying not to choke up around him but Yoongi keeps catching you off guard with his punishing pace. The pleasure clouds your senses, making it a bit harder to focus on Jungkook.

“C’mon baby, you can do better than that.” Jungkook grunts as he guides you up and down his cock, watching as you slobber all over him and leave behind a mess.

You whimper loudly and squirm around, your jaw aches pleasantly from the stretch but you don’t find it in you to care much. Not when Jungkook’s cock settles just nicely over your tongue, you easily catch him off guard when you suckle around him and slurp up your spit and precum. Yoongi however, catches your attention again when he delivers a slap to your ass.

“I don’t want a drop wasted, good girls always make sure to clean their messes don’t they? You gonna be good to Jungkook and swallow all of it, or are you too cock drunk to understand.” Yoongi pants softly and re-adjusts his grip on your hips and fucks into your harder.

The sound of your ass clapping off of his pelvis resonates loudly, between your thighs there’s a mess of your creamy slick which seems to form a visible white ring around Yoongi’s cock everytime he backstrokes. Yoongi hisses at the sight, he wishes that he wasn’t wearing a condom so he could fill your sweet little cunt up and watch as his cum was pushed back in.

“Ah fuck,” Jungkook groans out and throws his head back, “keep going like that baby.” He whispers in pure bliss, “You’re doing so good for me.” He grips your hair tighter.

You gag around his cock in response, feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. You’re pretty sure you look a mess right now, tear streaks down your face and ruined makeup. “Mmm..!” You cry out in a mix of pleasure and some pain when Yoongi reaches between your thighs to pinch at your swollen clit, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingertips.

“Go on and make Jungkookie cum baby, don’t be a selfish little slut.” Yoongi purrs as he slows his hips down to a sensual grind. “Hold it in for me sweetheart, good girls cum when they’re told to.”

Jungkook on the other hand loses it when you make eye contact with him, he grabs on to your hair tightly and begins fucking up into your mouth. His balls press snug against your chin as he rolls his hips quickly. “Shit, shit baby, you’re gonna make me cum,” he shudders as he tightens his grip, “just a little more for me.” He moans.

Not wanting to disappoint him you swallow around his cock and moan loudly, letting the vibrations travel as you flick your tongue on the underside of his cock where a particularly sensitive vein lies. Jungkook’s poor cock throbs as the first few spurts of warm cum shoot down your throat. He lets out a long moan, eyes slipping shut and head falling back in pleasure, “Shit.”

Yoongi licks his lips and pulls you off of Jungkook’s cock, “Swallow for me.” He whispers, yanking your head back as he watches you greedily gulp down the cum. “That’s a good girl,” he licks his lips and delivers hard punishing thrusts, “gonna cum all over that pretty ass sweetheart.” He closes his eyes and groans.

Your cunt throbs in excitement as you shakily whimper and hide your face in Jungkook’s thighs. “P-Please, ‘m so close,” you sob softly it gets harder to hold your orgasm back, and you do NOT want to be a bad girl.

Yoongi suddenly pulls out, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing as you whimper from the loss. You hear him rip the condom off and toss it on your ass. “Fuck,” he hisses as he strokes his cock rapidly, “turn over for me.”

You shakily comply and push yourself off of Jungkook, lying on your back and staring up at Yoongi with those sweet puppy eyes of yours. He aims his cock down at your lower tummy and spills all over, hissing through his teeth as he tips his head back and sighs. You watch with teary eyes, this isn’t fair! They got to cum but you didn’t!

“Don’t you pout at me, I haven’t forgotten you yet.” Yoongi sighs, utterly relaxed from his strong orgasm as he wedges himself between your thighs, “You did so well for me puppy, sit back and relax.”

His hot mouth ghosts over your pussy until you feel his lips wrap around your clit. You cry out in sensitivity and reach up to hold on to Jungkook’s hands while Yoongi begins ferociously eating you out. He eats you like a man starved, basically making out with your cunt at this point.

“Mm..! Mmm..!” Your head is thrown back, mouth agape as he spits on your cunt and traces your clit with the tip of his tongue.

Jungkook gently hushes you, “Just let go for me baby.” He leans down to smooch your cheek and whisper words of encouragement.

The praises are what leads to your orgasm. A loud cry escapes out of you and you’re left shaking on the couch as you cum harder than ever with your clit in Yoongi’s mouth. Yoongi slurps up the mess he made on your cunt as he pulls back to pant softly, “Good girl, look at you.” He whispers as he watches your chest rise and fall.

You pout your lips up at Jungkook for a kiss and he easily complies without hesitation. You happily sigh into his mouth and relax under both men. Jungkook for the most part ignores Yoongi and murmurs against your lips if you’re okay. You think he’s so sweet for that and it makes you melt even further.

“Are you guys getting the fuck off my couch anytime soon? I gotta clean this shit before Seok wakes up.” Yoongi says now standing as he smokes the rest of the blunt he and Jungkook were sharing earlier. “I have a magical thing called a bathroom where you can do this thing we call freshening up.”

“Fuck off.” Jungkook snorts as he gently gathers you in his arms, “Leave my baggy out there and we’ll be on our way after we freshen up.” He says as he lifts you up and begins carrying you off down the hall. You pass by Yoongi mumbling a ‘I have to go peepee remember?’ to which Jungkook replies, “Yes you do baby, ‘less you want a STI.”

Yoongi stands there with a unreadable expression, “Get the fuck out of my house.” He rolls his eyes and begins cleaning. (He doesn’t mean it though..)

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[justmeinadaze]

"The Haunting" by Set It Off...I heard this song and immediately thought it was Toxic Eddie coded 🥴🫠 can I request a little blurb based off it?! You're amazing and I am OBSSESED with your writing

Warnings: Toxic/Jealous Eddie🫠, mentions of following her

Sorry this took SO long. Enjoy!

Word Count: 654

Eddie chuckles as he continues to thrust his fingers slowly into your cunt in front of your full-length mirror on your bedroom floor. His legs over yours kept them open wide allowing you to be on full display as he nibbled your earlobe, constantly whispering things that had your naked body shuddering against his fully clothed form. 

“You thought you’d get away with going on a date with some muscle-bound jock? Thought I wouldn’t find out because you two went to a fucking football game?”

His fingers pushed deeper into you causing you to push against his chest with your back but his other arm across your stomach kept you in place.

“Thought I wouldn’t follow Miss Popularity and sit a couple rows above her to take note of every transgression she makes?”

“E-Eddie…please…”

“Thought I wouldn’t notice him place his hand on your thigh and you not pull away.”, he grumbles darkly as his own palm comes down to smack your inner thigh roughly. “That I wouldn’t follow you in the parking lot back to your car where you giggled at his stupid fucking jokes like a fucking dumb little schoolgirl!”

“I-I-I’m sorry.”

“But my absolute favorite part was watching him tilt down and put his sloppy, beer ridden lips on MY girl.”

“I’m not YOURS!”, you shout as you try to elbow him in his chest but he easily wrestles your arms back down to your sides as he clings to you tighter. “I’ll—mmph—never belong to you!”

Aggressively, he grips your jaw and forces your face forward as his fingers begin to move at a much faster pace overwhelming you as you moan at the feeling. 

“Is that why you fucking call me at 2am to come fuck you when you’re lonely? Or how about on the weekend when your parents leave you alone to go fuck their other partners. Huh, little girl?! I’ve loved you since the moment I listened to you speak in class. You obviously care about me to so why the fuck are you making this so complicated!?”

Your eyes began to flutter closed as the coil began to wind tighter and tighter but him firmly pinching your cheeks had you opening them again. 

“Don’t you dare close those eyes. I want you to see what I fucking do for you…why you beg for my cock all the time.” As he pumped his fingers at a blistering pace, your jaw went slack as he pressed his nose to the side of your face and began to whisper. “No one will ever make you feel this good. No one can touch you or treat you as well as I have, Y/N. No one will love you like I do and always fucking will. You’re mine. Say it.”

“Fuck—I’m…I’m…”

“Say it, sweetheart.”

“I’m yours.”

“Again.”

“Ahhh! I’m yours, Eddie.”

“That’s right. Cum on my fingers, pretty girl. That’s it. Good girl.”, he coos as you cling to his arm as your orgasm overwhelms you. While you try to catch your breath, his lips trail down to your neck. “I’m going to make sure you never forget that again, Y/N.”

Jumping up from the floor, Eddie easily lifts you like a ragdoll and tosses you onto your bed. You watch with lust blown eyes as he reaches for your phone and throws it beside you before unbuckling his belt to shimmy out of his jeans. 

“What do want me to—”

“Call him. Mr. Jock.”, he replies all to casually as he spits into his hand and strokes his cock a few times before gradually guiding himself into you. 

“Oh f-fuck. C-Can I call t-tomorrow?”

The metalhead laughs through his teeth as he places his palms on either side of your head and slowly thrusts his hips. 

“Aw, baby. I obviously can’t trust you. No…you’ll call him now and don’t worry. I can tell you what to say.”

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Donate to me/ Eddie Asks

[mulletpermsicantlookaway]

The Last Cupbearer, Part 3: James Confronts His Past

For Part 2, click here: https://www.tumblr.com/mulletpermsicantlookaway/778889466409582592/the-last-cupbearer-part-2-devin-decides

The four of us escorted Devin home, with either Jeremy or Steve dribbling the basketball most of the time. On the way back, we stopped in a park and shot a few hoops. It was super casual. James and I can play basketball; we’re jocks, after all, but we aren’t serious competition for two members of the basketball team. On the way back to Steve’s, I asked, “So, could you bros fill me in? What’s this device that someone put on this Ben dude?”

James gave me a strange look, then said, “I think Jeremy’s probably figured it out, if he remembers any of what I told him a while back.”

Jeremy said, “Bro, you mean one of those Cups you talked about? Is that what happened to Ben?”

“It has to be, bro,” said James. “The way he’s acting, and the way you can smell it, Steve and I could tell from your description right away. We thought they were all gone, but obviously there was at least one left. Didn’t you say that Coach Sanders told you there were only a few of them left?”

“Yeah, dude,” agreed Jeremy, “that’s exactly what he said.”

“So,” James continued, “I was sure it was a Cup, but I asked Derek about Ben anyway. Derek never said anything outright. He just said something like ‘Coach and I thought Ben should learn he’s not smarter than his bros. And Coach thought we might need another guy or two for spring sports.’  Not what I would have done to teach Ben a lesson, but it wasn’t up to me. I suppose Ben’ll end up being a better person in the long run, but, bros, I’ve got to be honest: I was happier when I thought those Cups were all gone.”

I said, “So, bros, at the risk of sounding dumb, am I the only guy here who doesn’t know what these things are? How do they work?”

Steve said, “It looks pretty much like a regular cup you’d wear with a jockstrap, but it’s more than that. One of the bros grabs a nerd, puts this Cup over his junk, and then the nerd can’t take it off.  It stinks like old gym socks and ball sweat. It makes your junk vibrate all the time so you’re super horny, but you can’t touch yourself. And if you try, it freezes you or jolts you so that you don’t try it again. The coaches are the only ones who know how to remove the things. But by the time they take it off, it’s too late, because the Cup has already started changing you into a jock. Makes your cock and balls huge, and it changes you in other ways, too.”

“No shit,” I said, “that is fucking twisted. And that’s what happened to you?”

“Right to the point, eh, bro? Yeah, that’s what happened,” said Steve, “but I mean, I hardly remember it now. And I don’t usually talk about it, but now it doesn’t seem like a big deal. It was a little uncomfortable, but no worse than a hard workout.”

“You were less thrilled at the time, Steve-o,” said James.

“Maybe, Jimbo, but I still don’t get why the Cups bother you so much.”

And suddenly James snapped: “You want to know why? Because I was the one who put that fucking thing on you, Steve-o, and I don’t even remember fucking doing it! I’m the reason you don’t like chess anymore, that’s why! It’s all my fault. I couldn’t save you, I couldn’t save my best friend, and I sure as hell couldn’t save myself! Look at me, Steve; how the fuck can you love me after what I did?” I was dumbfounded. I’d never seen James lose control. Ever.

“Jimbo, Jimbo, none of that,” Steve said soothingly. Steve seemed unfazed: “Come here, baby. Come here, my big, beautiful man.” Steve embraced his boyfriend and kissed him softly while James racked his bulky frame with sobs and tears distorted his face. I’ve got to tell you bros, it was a strange sight. You don’t expect to see a big dude like that crying. Jeremy and I looked at each other wondering if we should leave the two of them alone. But Steve motioned us to stay.

Steve said, “Jimbo, look at me. Look me in the eyes. I love you – you – just the way you are.  And you know I’ve never blamed you for anything that happened. Fuck! You’re not God, Jimbo. You did the best you could, and you’re way too smart to think it was all your fault. What brought this on, Jimbo? You know you don’t want to give up what we have together, and you sure as hell don’t want to be a nerd again, so why all this now?”

“I dunno, babe. Knowing that another nerd got a Cup put on him, probably,” James said, a bit more calmly. “I was fine; I was, and then Jeremy and Chase becoming jocks started to stir up old feelings. And then Devin – and Ben. You have to admit that what Devin is going through with Ben now is so much like what I went through with Tyler. But Tyler now, my best bro Tyler, that’s who really threw me for a loop, not that he had a clue. I was over at Tyler’s last night, you know, just chilling, watching a game, and Ty-boy started reminiscing about the two of us in grade school playing sports together. Fuck, Steve-o, I’m sure he believes it. He doesn’t remember now that he wasn’t always a jock. And that he and I didn’t fucking grow up playing sports together. But you know what’s worse? I remember what he does. I remember playing football with Tyler in grade school and hanging out with him and our little peewee football bros, just like it was yesterday. It feels so real, even though I still know in my head it never fucking happened. I’m going to be just like him, Steve-o; I’m sure of it. Soon, it’ll all be gone. My old self will be gone. I won’t remember anything but being a jock.”

“Babe, your old self won’t really be gone; he’s still part of you and always will be. Life is change, bro,” Steve said. “No one stays the same. No one. You think you wouldn’t have changed? Sure, you and Tyler and I changed more, well, dramatically than most people, but you still weren’t going to stay the same dude that you were forever. Jimbo, my man, my big, beautiful bro, for your sake and mine, it’s time to move the fuck on. And if that means you forget that you weren’t always a jock, that’s okay. You need to be okay with who you are now. Who you are is pretty hot shit, you know. You’ve got a ton going for you. Ask yourself, Jimbo, would you really want to go back? Would you really want to be a nerd again?”

James said, “No. No fucking way. Absolutely not.”

“Then stop trying to hold onto the past. Tyler’s not complaining, and neither am I.  You’re a fucking awesome dude, bro. Enjoy the life you’ve got. And be realistic, Jimbo. You know a guy as smart as you really should go to college, and your mother could never have afforded it. Now you’ll be able to go on a football scholarship.”

James wiped the remaining tears off his face with his hand. “I think I was hoping for an academic scholarship – at the time, anyway. I wonder what Dad would think, seeing me now. Would he be proud of me, I wonder.”

“Jimbo,” Steve said, “seriously: I’m sure if your dad were still alive that he’d be as proud of you as I am. Why wouldn’t he be? You’re a talented athlete, you’re fucking smart, and you take great care of your mom.”

“Almost the last thing he ever told me, Steve-o: ‘Take care of your mother; you’ll have to be the man of the house now.’ Damn. I didn’t mean to go there. At least I can still remember Dad, and I’m thankful for that, believe me.  I’m sorry; you’re right, as usual. I need to move on. I thought I had, but I hadn’t, not really. And bros,” James said, indicating Jeremy and me, “I’m sorry you had to witness me acting like a moron. Fuck, what a night! I don’t usually lose it like that.”

“Dude, you don’t need to apologize to Jeremy and me. We’re your bros; we’ve got your back,” I said. “Jeremy and I are super happy with our lives. Jeremy sure doesn’t blame you for anything, and as for me, well – Jeremy knows this already, but maybe you don’t. I made the same choice Devin’s making: I became a jock for love, bro. Seriously, Jeremy and I owe everything to you and Steve. And did you ever think that maybe the reason you had to go through what you did is so that you’d be there to help Devin when he needed you? So that we’d all be there to help Devin when he needed us?”

“I hadn’t thought of that, actually,” said James. “I’ve just been feeling sorry for myself. I forgot to think about my bros, and my bros need me. I’m sorry. You had my back, and now I need to have yours. You’re absolutely right, Chase, and thank you. Thank you and Jeremy for being good friends, and thank you, Steve-o, for being the best boyfriend a bro could ever have. I sure don’t deserve you. You’re the hottest guy in school.”

“I always thought you were the hottest guy in school,” said Steve.

“I give, Steve-o. I’d love to argue with you, but I’ve never been able to say no to you.”

“I think Jeremy’s the hottest guy in school, so I have to disagree with both of you, but I think we’re all due for a group bro hug,” I said, embracing as much of James as I could and pulling Jeremy in with me.

After a few moments, James said, “Thanks again, bros. That helped a lot. Now we’d better head for home and be ready to help Devin become the best bro he can be.” James paused, then said, “Steve-o, I think I’m finally ready to clear out my closet and get rid of my old nerd shit. Maybe I’ll keep a comic book or two. There were some pretty hot dudes in a couple of them.” He grinned.

“Good for you, Jimbo,” Steve replied. “I’ll help, if you want. You’ll keep the story, though, won’t you?”

“Story?” I asked.

“Yeah,” said Steve, “Jimbo wrote down the whole story of what happened to him, you know, with the Cup.”

“Dude, sick!” I said. “I had no idea. That’s so cool! I’d like to read it.”

“Maybe, bro, maybe I’ll let you read it,” James said. “Funny thing about that story: I read it again last night, after I got back from Ty-boy’s place. I hadn’t looked at it in a long time. It’s good, I suppose, that I wrote it down, but now it just reads to me like some sci-fi story I made up. A lot of what I said happened I don't remember now, and I sure don’t remember being that guy. It's not who I am anymore. It just doesn’t seem real.”

“Look, bro,” I said, “If the story’s good, it doesn’t matter if everything in it is real, does it?”

James looked at me for a moment, then he rolled his eyes and chuckled. “I suppose not,” he said. “Sure, if you want to read it, dude, read it, and then you can tell me what you think. Right now, Devin’s what’s important.”

“You know,” said Steve, “I’m glad we’re helping Devin. He’s a good little dude. I think he’ll make a great bro. Who knows, maybe Dev and I will both end up back on the chess team again. Our bros might need us.”

“Maybe, Steve-o. Maybe. Stranger things have happened. I should fucking know,” James said.

To be continued

https://www.tumblr.com/mulletpermsicantlookaway/779070656543408128/the-last-cupbearer-part-4-devin-develops

[belovedenzo]

punk! enzo headcanons

various punk! lorenzo berkshire headcanons. my own au! enzo berk but make it alt

warnings; drug and alcohol mentions, cussing, suggestive topics, some angst

words; 1.4k

notes; this has been living in my mind for so long, expect way more from this because I love it- he's my ride or die fr. requests for him are open

Lorenzo Berkshire is known as one of the worst trouble makers in town- notorious really

Some people know him for his major attitude and desire for anarchy, but others know him solely for how he dresses and how it makes him stand out like a sore thumb

Everybody calls him Enzo- it just fits him better

He can be found mostly skipping class, smoking cigarette’s in the football field or hanging out with his best friend’s Mattheo and Theo…

Most people feel intimated by him and they really shouldn’t- however he does use that to his advantage

Any jock to come his way and try their hand at making a fool of him has ended up with an ass beating, Enzo and his friends don’t play like that

With that being said, he does appreciate the nerds and quiet kids that camp out in the opposite corner of the library of him at lunch…

His only real interest at school is to get the fuck out, he absolutely hates it there and soon he will be… that is if he even graduates 

Enzo has a long list of detentions that he is avoiding to this day

The staff really view him as a long cause at this point

He also tends to pretty much never turn in assignments or pay attention, it’s a miracle he’s made it this far 

As much as he plays dumb, that’s just not true- all he has is a great deal of adhd and boredom…

Outside of school he enjoys skating, metal music and smoking with the boys 

They attempted to start a band but never complete a song without arguing 

On the weekends they hang out at the skate park and sell weed to the kids in younger grades

If they think they can get away with it, they’ll sell the kid some of their fake stash- and yes they always get away with it

Enzo is probably the most talented skater at the park with the least amount of practice, it came to him naturally (Mattheo thinks this is so annoying)

Sometimes they even adventure to abandoned places- creepy and desolate structures in the middle of the night. There’s an abandoned orphanage they go to regularly and still haven’t gotten caught (there has been close calls)...

His music taste is actually pretty emo; pierce the veil being his favorite band

Over all, music is one of his biggest passions; the bass being his go to instrument to play

Draco has taught him some guitar but it’s just ‘not his thing, it’s Draco’s’

By now he’s tried out a little bit of every genre on all of their instruments and he kinda nails eery single one 

Mattheo loves and supports him but can’t stand Enzo’s ability to be good at absolutely everything…

On the inside Enzo tends to feel alone but hides it well with his sardonic humor and rough personality 

He likes to act colder than he is at heart and by nature. With his friends he goes pretty soft and cares for those he loves

No matter what- he will always stand by and defend his boys. Fiercely loyal and cares way more for them than he does for himself...

When they go out to house parties on the weekend- the only true reason is to steal the hosts’ alcohol and leave

If they get caught, Mattheo is sure to get into a fight and Theo has to stop Enzo from joining in and making it worse. One of these days he’s going to get them in major trouble

Can become loud and obnoxious (Theo hates loud drunk Enzo)

Smokes a ton of cigarettes- but not like Mattheo does. Enzo swears he can ‘quit when ever he wants to’

He may smoke less cigarettes and weed than the rest of his group but he loves to drink alcohol. He can out drink any of them

Though he has a good tolerance… he tends to act a fool and put them in messy situations when he’s drunk. Loves spray paint things he shouldn’t after a few chugs of fire whiskey…

If he it isn’t fear or annoyance- it’s a crush. So many girls have the hots for Enzo because he’s a ‘bad boy’

In fact, boyfriends all over his town hate him for it. He steals girls as play things from just about anyone if she’s hot enough

A relationship isn’t something he sees himself in, but girls can be fun to toy with. He’s the worst player out of all his friends and they applaud him for it

Acts tough but could totally get his heart broken by a mysterious alt gf

Even if he did catch feelings- would he really admit it tho? (probably not-)…

If he was to fall in love, he would be a real rocky ride as a boyfriend (toxic!)

Sometimes he’d be sweet and willing to share his feelings- but when he does shut down it’s not pretty 

Becomes extremely dismissive and distant until what ever he’s dealing with is over and will not talk about it

Likes to steal her favorite books from the local book store as a gift to say I’m sorry

Writes her name on his cigarettes before smoking them when he misses her

Thinks about her while he listens to music alone- and then shows her those songs 

Extremely protective and jealous, possessive even...

Has a sort of pessimistic attitude towards the world and struggles with anxiety

Big dreamer- Enzo has all kinds of hopes and dreams of being a famous musician and getting out of his town but he’s afraid that will never happen

Definitely had a traumatic childhood that he doesn’t talk about often but it haunts him all the time- major character lore

The boys kinda worry about him and have watched him spiral with drugs and alcohol many times. They know him well and are probably the only ones he tells his past to(they take good care of him dw)…

In his alone time he reads poetry and writes his own. Most of it is angst but some of it is actually quite beautiful 

Can draw but swears up and down that it’s terrible. His style is super unique and edgy- loves drawing skulls and hot lady fairies

Sits on his floor and listens to his favorite albums in his CD player when none of the boys want to hang after classes (has a super impressive collection of CD’s too)…

Spikes his hair most of the time but sometimes leaves it shaggy, depending on how much he cares about his appearance that day 

Lots of jackets, a real jacket slut. Leather (cheap leather), denim, oversized cotton- as long as their black or grey

Band tee’s- in the summer he cuts off the sleeves and makes them into shitty tank tops 

I swear the same pair of jeans every day 

Likes to wear mostly black, white, grey and sometimes navy 

Earrings- hoops and spikes being his go-to’s

Wants a nose ring

Lots of silver chunky jewelry when he remembers to grab it off his night stand… or if he can find it (after a few too many drunk nights he never knows where his jewelry is)

Would wear some guy liner, maybe even some eyeshadow for the right occasion…

Some of the things he hates most in this world are conformity and pricks

Anyone who picks on the little guy is the worst kind of person in his eyes 

Never follows with the crowd and likes being different than everyone else

No body ever seems to understand him and how he sees the world, especially his family

His way or the high way- very competitive and firm with his opinions. Likes to debate and has gotten to fights over his strong opposition...

being with punk! enzo feels like… ♫

southern constitutions by pierce the veil

scotty doesn’t know by lustra

empty sighs and wine by Isles & glaciers

saying sorry by hawthorne heights

killing a classic by drop dead, gorgeous

reinventing your exit by underoath

letters to you by finch

defend you by silverstein

today I saw the whole world by pierce the veil

luv, spell

taglist; @draco-malfoys-lovergirl @shyamanuensis @obsessedwithceleste @riddlesbunny @enzosbabyangel @dearmisshoney @nottslove @pizzaapeteer @nemesyaaa @eternalbuckley @hayleygrrr @nottsluvv @ur-local-wizard @juliet-017 @viperify if u want to be added or removed lmk plz

[erikahenningsen]

I love your rejanis prompts 🥹 the Leighton/alicia one made me crave bitchy regina lol

Can you do one where they’re at a college party and some frat bro hits on her and she goes off on them, but then some girl on the (your sport of choice) team hits on Regina and she is all baby gay and clueless until Janis points it out to her?

Sometimes Janis wonders if there is anyone who actually enjoys parties, aside from the perpetually inebriated frat bros and jocks who wouldn't know culture if it snapped their lacrosse sticks in half.

But Regina insists on dragging Janis to these dumb parties that she says she has to attend to, like, represent her sorority or something. As if any school-sanctioned organization looks favorably upon rampant underage drinking and likely about ten different fire code violations.

Someday, Janis promises herself, she'll learn to resist Regina's pouting lips and pleading eyes.

Someday.

Janis is following Regina through the house, the air hot with the number of people crammed inside, when a guy in a backwards baseball cap steps in front of Regina, blocking her passage.

"Hey," the guy says, smirking in a way that he likely imagines is charming. "What is your name?"

"Don't worry about it." Regina tries to move past him. but he moves in front of her again.

"Hey, come on," Baseball Cap says. "I'd tell you you're beautiful but beauty comes from the inside, and I haven't been there yet."

Janis gags audibly, and the guy gives her a dirty look. It takes everything Janis has not to pull Regina into a kiss and stuck her tongue down her throat right in from of this guy.

"And you look like you can be bought in bulk," Regina snaps. "Seriously, I've seen at least ten of you tonight. Leave me alone."

Janis bites her lip to keep from jumping in. Regina hates it when Janis fights her battles for her. As if Janis could ever do that.

The smirk on the guy's face morphs into a sour expression. "Whatever, bitch."

Janis bites her lip harder.

"Nice to meet you, too," Regina says, shoulder-checking him as she passes him. Janis does the same, for good measure.

"Are you okay?" Janis murmurs to Regina, as quietly as she can while still being heard.

Regina raises an eyebrow and jerks her thumb over her shoulder. "What, because of him? I'm fine. I need another drink, though."

"Alright," Janis says. She trails after Regina to the kitchen, where every conceivable variety and brand of alcohol litters the counters.

Regina grabs two cups and starts mixing, and Janis lets her—whereas Regina is so picky with her drinks, Janis will drink anything so long as it isn't contaminated.

A tall, lithe girl with long, wavy, dark hair wearing a shirt so skimpy Janis isn't entirely sure it isn't underwear presses against the counter next to Regina, reaching for a bottle of strawberry vodka. Her skin is the kind of tan that comes from actually spending time outside. She's hot, and Janis has to admit that her younger self would feverishly stalk this girl's Instagram at three in the morning.

Wait. She has stalked this girl's Instagram. She's on the basketball team, the only school sport Janis attends. She's dragged Regina to games, but Janis isn't sure Regina ever looked at anything other than her phone.

"'Scuse me," the girl says, straightening up once she has the bottle in her hand.

Regina looks at her, but her slightly annoyed expression evaporates and she just... stares. "Fine," she says, not even getting out a full sentence.

The girl sets the bottle down on the counter and looks Regina up and down with a confidence Janis has only seen in... Regina.

"Hey," she says, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Have we met?"

"No," Regina says. She's still holding the bottle of cranberry juice.

The girl smiles and briefly touches Regina's arm. "Well, it's my lucky night, then. I'm Haley."

"Regina," Regina says, finally having the sense to put the juice down.

"Nice to meet you, Regina," Haley purrs, eyes flicking down Regina's body briefly.

Janis crosses her arms. She's right fucking here, watching her girlfriend get openly hit on, and what is Regina doing?

Staring dumbly at this random girl like she's encountering other humans for the first time.

Someone shouts Haley's name across the room, and she turns to look at a couple of girls waving her over.

"I gotta go, but I hope to see you on the dance floor later, cutie," Haley says with a wink before excusing herself.

"Okay," is all Regina says.

"Um, hello?" Janis waves at Regina. "Remember me?"

Regina frowns. "What?"

"If some girl came up and hit on me in front of you, you'd be pissed," Janis says, raising her eyebrows. Regina's practically mounted her in a bar after a girl danced a little too close to Janis once.

"Huh? She was not hitting on me," Regina denies.

Janis's mouth falls open. "She was so hitting on you. Like, big-time."

Regina's frown deepens. "Are you serious? She was just being nice."

Janis throws her hands up. "How can you not tell?"

Regina looks at the doorway Haley left through uncertainly, biting her lip.

"Think of it this way," Janis says. "If she said all that to me, would you just be chill about it?"

Regina's eyes widen a little. "I... guess not. Sorry."

"She was hot, though, so I get it," Janis says. "Even if it was kind of rude that you just let her flirt with you right in front of me."

There is something almost comical about a girl flirting with Regina so brazenly, when Janis had to coax Regina out of the closet inch by inch, peeling back layers until she finally got to the soft, vulnerable, real Regina at the core.

"Would it make you feel better if I let you make out with me in front of that dickish frat guy?" Regina asks.

Janis shudders. "I fear he'd enjoy that too much."

Regina's nose wrinkles. "I think you're right."

"I'd be happy to make out with you in an alternate location, though," Janis says.

Regina smirks. "I know just the place."

[lyneyswife]

GHOSTFACE BRAINROT

I know I said I’d write Wriotheslay smut next but I was rewatching my favorite franchise and got a bit carried away~

Ghostface x f! reader

{synopsis} Home alone and you get a call from Daddy Ghostie.

Word count: 1.7k

{content warning} 18+, NSFW, phone sex, masturbation, stalking and obsessive behavior,pet names.,

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You had just turned off the shower.

The water's soft dripping filled your ears in the silent steamy bathroom.

As you step out wrapping a towel around yourself, you can’t help but notice the slight crack in the bathroom door.

You were home alone, parents were out on a ‘anniversary date night’ but still you could have sworn you left it closed, nonetheless, you brushed it off assuming it was nothing.

There have been recent reports of murders in town lately, some film student freak is trying to replicate the ‘stab’ movies again. Even managed to kill off a few of your classmates, a high school jock and some dumb cheerleader.

Not like it was any important loss for anyone, it wasn’t like you were trying to be unsympathetic yet you figured maybe everyone might have a better time at school now that, they aren’t running the lunchroom with their dumb clique, returning to reality. Wiping a small space in the steamy mirror to see yourself dry off as you ran the towel down your wet, warm skin that still had still lingering steam dancing off it.

{RING—-}

It was the house phone.

It caught you off guard, nearly jumping you out of your skin., Glancing over at the clock it was just past a little past 12.

Who could be calling at this hour?

Keeping the towel wrapped firmly around yourself you creep out of the bathroom over to the landline on your dresser.

“Hello?”

You answer the phone, it's stupid really to answer a phone call this late.

“Hello..”

“Uh-, hello? Who’s calling-“

“You tell me, scary night, isn’t it? With all the murders and all, it seems like it’s right out of a horror movie or something.”

“Funny, you gave yourself away Jess nice go to sleep you whore-“

{BEEP—}

You joke hanging up the phone and placing it just next to the receiver, a small laugh leaving your lips as you walk back over to the bathroom and finish slipping into your nightwear.

It’s simple really, just a simple pair of pj shorts and a little tank top.

In reality, it was nothing but the average pajamas for you but to him, You knew what you were doing.

Jess and you were both in the same class as the two recent murders, ‘Casey Richards and ‘Chad Anthony.’

They both were very sweet people, you and Casey even talked on occasion. Jess was probably just trying to scare you and get a reaction out of you, she knew how much you were getting anxious and paranoid about these killings.

Laying back onto your bed growing lost in thought until-,

{RING—}

Again? Seriously— you were gonna beat her ass.,

“Jess I thought I told you-“

“What if I told you this wasn’t Jess?”

You pause,

“Well then who is this..?”

You couldn’t help the small chill that ran down your spine and you subconsciously glanced around the room at all the dark empty windows.

You sit back down on your bed, leaning back against one of your hands as one holds the other snugly against your ears, why not entertain yourself with this for a bit, not to mention his voice was pretty sexy?

“Not Jess,”

He reiterated and you couldn't help but chuckle softly to yourself, biting your bottom lip slightly at the sound of his voice.

It caused you to rub your thighs together a bit,

those shorts sat perfectly against those plush thighs of yours.

God did he love blue on you-,

“You always answer the phone for strangers this late?”

“I don’t know, do you always ring unsuspecting girls this late..?”

“Maybe, or maybe just the cute ones who are dumb enough to answer.”

You paused, swallowing nervously as you sat up Straight, Was this a subtle insult or flirt? You couldn’t tell-,

“I like blue on you sweetheart it brings out your complexion.,”

You immediately looked to the window by your bed, was he looking in right now? Could he see you..? The phone was still in a tight hold you slowly leaned towards it looking out it until the sound of a static voice snapped you back to the fact that he was still on the line.

“I wouldn’t look out there baby, you never know.. could be a monster or something out there..”

He teased, his voice sending a throb between your legs your hand slowly reaching down to the aching excitement between your legs as you lay slowly onto your back.

“Y-you can see me right now..?”

A soft groan could be heard from the other end of the phone, and heavy breathing. Was he..?

You were going to take advantage of this-

“Keep touching yourself doll.,”

He stated in a firm tone seemingly ignoring your question as you slipped your eager little hands into the rim of your shorts underneath the flimsy lace of your panties.

“Just like that.”

As your hand reached your wet slick folds you gently and shyly ran your finger along them bringing a soft low moan to escape those pretty lips, god were you just perfect, and all for him.,

Pushing down and probing your fingers at the tight entrance of your eager little hole, drawing out a louder whimper as you tried to tuck the phone into your shoulder-,

“Don’t do that. I want to hear you, lift the phone back up.”

A small Whimper leaves your lips as you shyly raise it, a dark hue across your face. What were you doing? Are you really touching yourself just to the sound of his voice? The same man that killed your friends.,

Groans and heavy breathing fill your ears from his line. Along with the sound of wind and leaves rusting, oh he was watching you, and not only was he watching you he was getting off to you. But-, why did this turn you on so much more?

Running your delicate little fingers along the slicked excitement of your pussy as you ran a finger against your throbbing clit, this felt so so wrong but so good at the same time. God did you look good too, laying in your pretty little bed as your legs twitched and spasmed to the sensation of you playing with yourself to his voice.

He wished it was him too, to replace those fingers of yours with his own, he would watch as the slick would practically bathe his own pointing the tip of his blade against the plush of your thigh, not enough to draw blood but enough to dent the skin. Watching as you would writhe and squirm desperate to pleasure yourself against his long digits all while trying to avoid that pretty little skin from being cut.

Fuck you were just perfect, he wanted— no needed to have you.

A sharp moan of yours snapped him out of these fantasies, his eyes locked onto you through that little bedroom window you conveniently left open every night. You were just asking for it weren't you? Fisting his cock at the sight of this wasn't enough, but it would do for now., admiring the stiffness in his hand from his hard member before he continued to pump his hand around it, only imagining you wrapped around him instead of his stupid hand.

“F-fuck..So eager, bet you wish it was my cock instead of those pretty little fingers huh? Stuffing your cunt full while you scream, while I hold my knife to that pretty little throat of yours—s-shit...Do you want that baby? Want me to stuff you full of my cum?”

A loud Mewl left your lips as you pumped your index and middle finger out of you quickly, wet noises along with the sounds of your moans and whimpers filled the room, desperate to please yourself to the sound of his voice. God did you wish it was him, this total stranger— you have never wanted to be fucked more in your life.

“I-m gonna—”

You whimper, your orgasm building in your lower abdomen, an almost burning sensation that sends shocks and racks of pleasure through your body

Legs twitching and trembling., as your eyes flutter shut, hand shaking around the phone.

“Don’t.”

He grunted into the phone, his strong demeanor slipping as it was quite apparent that he was close, losing his grip.

That was until sudden headlights shined through the house, music from your parents' car blaring in the driveway as you immediately gasped and dropped the phone. Pulling your hands from your aching cunt, the feeling of your climax ripped roughly away from you as you sat up.

“S-shit..”

You mutter before a soft chuckle leaves your lips, snapping you back to reality as you run a free hand through your hair before looking at the phone you dropped picking it back up and slowly raising it to your ear.

“Hello?”

The line was dead, he must’ve hung up.,

You hope at least as you hope so.

Your parents come inside and you of course greet them after cleaning yourself up quickly, asking about their date and how it went before heading back up to your room for a bed, as you walk into your room you can’t help but notice a Polaroid photo sitting on your bed next to your slightly open, blinds obviously pushed around and shuffled from someone climbing in.

It sent a small chill down your spine as you remember for certain that you didn’t leave that there nor do you even own a Polaroid.

Reluctantly creeping over to pick it up, it was a picture of the prettiest cock you had ever laid your eyes on. The tip was pink and slightly swollen from obvious friction, soft cum leaking from the tip trickling down that girthy shaft, at the base sat a gloved hand that wrapped around it firmly, glistening with his own fluids., You could only imagine how that could and would feel inside you.,

Then the sound of a voice from the phone caught your attention, the same phone that you left on your bed earlier.

Raising it slowly to your ear all you hear is—

“That's just a teaser for what's to come, baby, don't worry I'll make you more than just cum next time.,”

Before you could even respond he hung up cutting the line, a small chill ran down your spine, reality setting in as you finally realized the seriousness of this situation. This wasn't just a creepy stalker, this was a killer, a slasher, a psychopath.

One who couldn’t wait to get his hands on you next time., just wait.

(If anyone has any pointers, suggestions or things you’d like to see me write pls do lmk !! ^~^)

[pennkquest]

Alright, I'll bite. (Sparked by this post) I'm gonna preface this with some context: 

First off: I'm Black in case you're unaware

Huxley is my favorite speaker. Full stop. You ask me to choose, it’ll always be him. 

Likewise, you ask for my favorite listeners, I will say Starlight and Darlin'. (I'll save my Starlight rant for another day)

My designs for both Huxley and Darlin are Black.

With this in mind, I want to be clear from the jump: I don’t have an inherent problem with these headcanons. If I did, I wouldn’t have chosen then myself. That said, I have noticed that Hux and Darlin are, more often than not, the characters that get headcanoned as POC (specifically Black) in design rosters. In some cases, they are the only POC designs present. Why is that?

Furthermore, the more often I notice this pattern so to speak, the more I sit and think about why those headcanons are so popular. I find my answer when I think about the characters I see headcanoned as white most often. Tell me why it’s "practically canon" for Lasko to be pale with light/white hair. Tell me why white Sam "just makes sense". Why? Because Lasko's a nerdy ball of nerves that stumbles over his words? Because Sam’s a sweet Southern man at heart? Those are not inherently white attributes.

Except they're treated as such. They go virtually unchallenged because they're so widely accepted by fandom. People see these personalities and character details and come up with their vision. So, let's apply that to Huxley and Darlin, shall we?

Huxley: Athlete. Canonically implied to be big, as indicated by statements made by him and other members of the DAMN crew. Classified as a himbo with parallels in Imperium highlighting how some will view him as stupid. Overall chill vibe.

Darlin: Reckless with their safety. Known to lash out/lose control of their emotions when they’re not actively hiding them. Gets injured often because they’re too stubborn to run from trouble. An overall intense demeanor that makes them difficult to approach (at least at first). 

Explain to me why this screams Black to so many people. Is it because Huxley's a dumb jock who you imagine gets stoned all the time? Oh, is it perhaps because Darlin is just so aggressive compared to your Golden Retriever-coded Asher, needing to be calmed down by everyone around them? And here's the thing: I can already imagine people saying, "That's not why I made them Black". Then explain why it "just makes sense" for them to Black. Why them out of a sea of characters? Make it make sense.

Now let me make this clear as well: I'm not expecting every headcanon to have elaborate thought behind it. For one, I get that some people take a more casual approach with designs and such. Not every choice has to have a reason or justification behind it. But when literally 95% of the Huxley designs I see are Black and half of y'all don't even know what a fucking durag is? Saying it leaves a bad taste in my mouth is putting it lightly.

You know what I wish I saw more of? Black Huxleys and Darlins with attached nuance.

Give me a Black Darlin who struggles to articulate how they feel with the people in their lives because they haven't been readily given the language to do so. You want to pair a Black Darlin with a White Sam? Why not talk about how POC have an insanely difficult time getting support from the medical system so not only does it explain why Darlin is so resistant to go to healers, but also gives an extra weight to the fact that Sam was their absolute last resort when injured? Give me a Black Darlin who has been taught their entire life that no one will have their back, that they need to learn how to depend on themself alone, and that's the reason why they struggle to feel like the pack would've cared when the Quinn shit went on.

You wanna talk Black Huxleys? Let's touch on how he's learned to control his emotions/anger because he knows how people will take it if it comes from someone who looks like him. Talk about how his moms teaching him not to use violence speaks to a deeper desire for him not to be viewed as a threat because they fear for his life otherwise. In one of his BAs, he mentions how a lot of people used to sleep with him/flirt with him solely because of his body and he could tell. Do you know how often black men are sexualized and fetishized? Why not talk about it through him? I see people explore that concept through Gavin constantly, where's the energy for Huxley? You wanna make him Black so bad, why not actually put some thought behind it? Because right now, it seems like he gets the "luxury" of being the token Black guy in the DAMN friend group at best.

I know a lot of people are probably going to dismiss this post. I am already anticipating that as I write this. But I'm so tired of pretending like this shit doesn't get to me. Because it does. I've got no intentions of leaving this fandom because I have met so many amazing people and adore Erik's content immensely. But what I am going to do is talk about the widespread normalization of attributing certain personality traits to certain racial groups. Because the non-white people in this fandom deserve better than that.

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worlds colliding ☆ pt.1

genre : non!idol mark lee x male reader, college au, ennemies to lovers ?

summary : what if you - kinda - had to save the world and Mark was your sidekick ? or — you need to give out fliers for a class, and Mark doesn't care about "global warming."

warnings : strong language, mark is kind of a douchebag but i swear he's sweet, not proofread yet

words : 1.6k

notes : i love this story sm, it's been in my drafts for so long and it was supposed to be about p1harmony, but i like it with mark too ! might make it in more than just 2 parts if you guys enjoy it as much as i do ! and btw, english isn't my native language, so i really do hope i actually wrote well and if i made dumb mistakes, i'm sorry :((

currently listening to :

"thank you, please look forward to it !" y/n says, bowing multiple times, a smile enlightening his face, watching the group of students walk away with fliers in his hands. "i hope to see you there tomorrow !"

it must have been around 9:40 a.m., a chilly morning for a spring day. the sun was shining, the clouds were absent. the green leaves were showing, some still falling on the grass of the campus park. the students in short sleeves were out again, and the jocks were taking advantage of the cooler weather to work out outside. y/n looked up, his eyes squinting in the bright sunlight. he felt cold, his bones shaking. his poor denim jacket did not cover his bare arms, and his jeans with holes in them did not provide any warmth either. he smiled to himself, seeing some birds migrating elsewhere, formed into a triangle.

he blinked a few times, returning to his emotionless face, before continuing to approach some of the students in groups to give them the rest of his fliers. but none of them seemed interested, and y/n began to lose hope. his business professor had made it clear that if he couldn't get at least 20 students to donate, his semester was over. this was his last chance, and he wasn't about to let it go. his displeasure gradually began to show, the creases in his face deepening. the more people walked around him, the more his hands tightened around his fliers. it's one thing for them not to be interested, but for them to ignore him like this is another.

for a moment there was a flutter, no one was coming out or going in. he took the opportunity to catch his breath, closing his eyes.

"one... two... three..." he whispered to himself, focusing on the soft whistle of the wind.

when he opened them again, he saw a figure facing him approaching the doors of the art building behind him. y/n thought to himself that this was fate, that this boy was almost arriving with a glittering halo of light behind him, signifying y/n's last chance. he took this opportunity and approached the guy, feeling confident.

"hey, how's it going? i'm handing out fliers about globa-..."

a brief gust of wind caressed the skin of his face. again, no response. the boy stalked his way, his headphones screwed to his ears, only giving y/n a small glance. he stood there, watching the boy's back as he walked away. he finally admitted to himself that this time, his pride had been shattered into a thousand pieces, and someone had come to trample it right after. he noted in a corner of his head that he didn't like the idea at all. but it was without realizing it that his legs responded alone, quickly approaching the young black-haired student. he patted him on the shoulder vigorously and handed him the previously crumpled paper in his hands when the latter turned around.

Mark, on his side, put on a bewildered face, one eyebrow raised. he was sure that he had deliberately ignored this boy just a few seconds ago. his day was not starting very well. his dog had chewed on his last pair of freshly bought shoes, his roommate — Donghyuck — had finished his favourite cereal and the hot water had been turned off on his floor. then finally his bus... never came, so he set out to walk to the university, realizing halfway there that his wireless headphones were out of battery. he'd wasted about ten minutes buying wired ones just to survive the rest of the day. and it was also at that very moment, coming out of the convenience store, that he promised himself he'd keep a spare pair of headphones in the bottom of his bag, just in case.

he took out one of his headphones, and uttered an extremely nonchalant "what? i'm late." he didn't mean to sound mean or disapproving, but the day was already taking its toll on him. he almost wondered what kind of people were picking on him so much, and for what reason? had he been too mean to the salesman last night, when he asked him to get out of the store because Mark was singing EXO's music at the top of his lungs? was he too dismissive of his singing teacher when she told him to stop doing 'too much'? and then, what do you mean 'too much'? Mark really didn't like that word, even less when it described his singing.

y/n, on the other hand, waved the paper in front of his nose. he was frustrated with his morning, especially with the way people responded to him. and especially the way Mark said 'what'. he wondered why people were in such a bad mood in the morning. he let out a breath to regain his composure before starting.

"before you cut me off, i think taking this won't hurt you. i'm really passionate about this cause, so i will give you this flier. and if i have to shove it down your throat, i'll do it." he pressed the piece of paper against the boy's chest in front of him. "thank you, and have a great day."

y/n bowed before rotating drastically, turning his back on Mark. he put his hand on his heart, which was now pounding in his chest. not because the black-haired boy was a living god, but because he felt he was getting carried away and tangled up in his words. how people see him matters a lot to him, even if he doesn't talk about it much. and he knew that this interaction was going to play over and over in his head tonight and keep him awake.

"what a fucking weirdo..." Mark muttered once y/n was far enough away.

he clutched the flier in his hands before resuming his journey to his class, which was really about to start. what do you mean 'i'll shove it down your throat'? he shook his head from left to right, pushed open the door and quickly dashed down the left corridor, hitting someone in the shoulder on his way.

Mark hardly turned around, just to give a weak look to the brown man who was bending while getting lost in excuses, and he took a quick walk to room 208. once in front of it, he opened the door and quickly sneaked to his place, at the back left of the room, managing to pass out of the radar of his teacher, who hadn't even noticed his absence until then.

once seated, he took out some of his things, not forgetting his bottle of fresh orange juice, something he bought every Tuesday morning to give himself luck during that long day. Tuesdays were never really his days, always bad and gloomy. he wasn't superstitious, but if Tuesdays could disappear completely, his world would be much better.

as he took his notebook out of his backpack, the flier given to him by y/n slid silently to the ground. Mark bent down to pick it up, not failing to roll his eyes as he placed it back on the table. but his eyes were drawn to a large headline.

"THE WORLD IS SLOWLY ENDING, BUT YOU'RE THE HERO, RIGHT?"

he chuckled silently, before turning the paper over to see the back, finding that there was nothing written on it, and crumpled it up in his hand before tossing it into his backpack. saving the world was not in his plans. not today. 

maybe tomorrow... who knows? and he did. he saved y/n's world, in some sort of way the day right after.

"it will serve you better than me."

y/n blinked a few times, frowning in front of his phone, which was playing a summer song, although outside, it was raining damn heavily. he wondered if the voice came from someone talking to a friend behind him, or from his headphones. but the whistle sound in his right ear brought him back to reality. he let out a faint "i'm not a fucking dog-" before looking at the umbrella someone was holding upon his head, then at a guy with brown hair. it takes some time for y/n to connect the dots — maybe because of some sort of poor eyesight — but when he does, his mouth opens up wide.

"you're the guy from yesterday that said "what" so nonchalantly it made my day way worse than it was already !"

Mark rolled his eyes. "i'm trying to save the world, being a hero, i'm landing you my umbrella." with a devilish grin, he removes the umbrella from above y/n's head. "but if you want, i can leave too."

"i'm surprised you read that flier you hated so much." he mutters.

y/n did not know if he should accept, but after all, it won't kill him and it will keep him from getting sick. even though he loved hanging out in bed instead of going to class, getting sick was one of the things he hated the most.

"thanks a lot... um... what's your name?"

"Mark."

he took the umbrella and put it over his head while nodding, repeating Mark's name quietly like he was getting used to it. their eyes met again before Mark got swept away by Donghyuck's reminder that the bus was there and it wouldn't wait for them. he let himself be swept away, and a minute later, y/n's silhouette evaporated in the distance, through the mist on the bus windows.

Mark was lost in thought. and he noticed that his name sounded pretty coming out of y/n's mouth.

[stevie-petey]

how about steve pov blurb after bug told him she never had her first kiss yet? DOES HE DAYDREAM ABOUT IT???? 🚨🚨🚨🚨

mans brain DEFINITELY broke because bug is so pretty and lovely who WOULDNT wanna kiss her ?? (looking at u jonathan)

enjoy <3

“carter, truth or dare.” steve asks his teammate, taking a swig from his beer. hes at a small get together with the basketball team. jason carvers dad is out of town so he told everyone to bring beer and come over.

its night and the june heat has turned into a cool breeze. nancy is at steves side, he had picked her up right after leaving bookstrordinary today.

“truth.” carter manages to slur out.

steve thinks for a moment. “alright. name the first girl you ever had a crush on.”

its a simple enough question. nothing mean or rude, and nancy leans in close against his side on the couch and takes a swig from steves beer.

hes happy. hes buzzed, nancy smells like lavender, he saw you today, and all is well.

“easy!” carter hiccups. “y/n henderson.”

steve freezes.

“y/n?” nancy finally says her first words tonight at the party.

“yeah, man. still kinda into her, but-but that guy… uh… joshua? jonah? i-i know it started with a j.” carter furrows his brows and concentrates really hard while in his drunken state. “anyways. that guy shes always with. cant talk to her. hes-hes weird.”

nancy chuckles. “his name is jonathan, but they arent together. steve says youre nice, maybe you should talk to her-"

“y/n doesnt like blondes.” steve interrupts, and then immediately wants to shove a foot in his mouth.

why the fuck would he say that?

carter hiccups again. “shes hot. id dye my hair for her.”

nancy pokes steves shoulder. “howd you know that?”

“we talk,” he takes another sip of his beer. “she likes guys who look like peter parker, sorry carter.”

the boy drunkenly waves him off and then stumbles towards the bathroom, leaving nancy and steve alone.

“does y/n really only like brunettes?” nancy asks, slight curiosity in her voice.

steve nods. “yeah, she mentioned it once or twice.”

hes lying.

youve never, ever told steve this.

what you have, however, told steve is that youve never been kissed.

in fact, you told him this today. steve kinda has been thinking about it nonstop.

and carter is nice, sure, but shouldnt your first kiss be with someone special? carters been hit in the head with more basketballs than steve can count. the guy is nice, but a complete idiot.

definitely not worthy enough to be your first kiss.

“interesting, hm.” nancy takes the beer from steves hand and then gets up from the couch. she extends her hand and when he accepts, she pulls him up. “c’mon, lets go dance.”

so they go and they dance and steve forgets about the fact that youve never been kissed. at least for a little while, at least.

and if carter the next day asks steve where you work, well. hes only being a nice guy when he tells his teammate that he doesnt know. you surely wouldnt want some dumb jock annoying you at work.

thats definitely why steve lies.

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How to Rehabilitate a Jock in Four Months Part 13

Part One Part Twelve Link to Ao3. Part Fourteen

This is the stoncy chapter I've been talking about y'all enjoy!

All I want is to be left alone, in my average home

But why do I always feel

Like I'm in the Twilight Zone?

Click. 

No one heard a single word you said

They should have seen it in your eyes

What was going around your head

Click

Mama, oooh

I don't want to die,

I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.

Click. 

Static. 

“Just leave it off Jonathan?” Nancy murmured. Jonathan shrugged, clicking off the radio and  putting his reaching hand back on the steering wheel. Ten and two, perfectly safe.

Did that matter to Nancy? She had always made a fuss about Steve driving one handed, but he had ignored her, even joked about her being a nag. He thought it was fun, the teasing little jabs that a couple gives each other when they’re young and dumb and in love. 

Was this one of the million things he had missed about Nancy? Was that why she had stopped loving him? 

Hell, maybe she never even started.  

Or maybe Steve was just overthinking things. None of it mattered, not really. Not anymore. It was a bunch of inconsequential details, that was all. Nancy just didn’t want to listen to the never ending changing sounds of Jonathan trying to find something on the radio. Steve was also grateful it was finally quiet, even if the tension filling the silence of the car was threatening to crush his lungs flat. 

“I don’t think it’s your fault.”

That was his voice. He had just said that. 

Why the hell did he just say that?!

Steve snapped his mouth shut, eyes widening as he realized he had just spoken without even meaning to. He hadn’t even really been thinking about it, but now it was out in the air for all of them to deal with. 

Jonathan flinched violently when he heard the words, like Steve had just hit him right in the jaw, and Nancy’s entire body was stiff as a board. Steve’s own limbs were locked up, joints starting to ache from how straight his spine was. 

“You said-“ Steve cut himself off with a frustrated little sigh, looking out the window at the trees rushing past them. He forced his body to relax, taking a deep breath the way Joyce said to. 

“I don’t think it’s your fault,” He repeated, quieter. 

That’s what she had said before, after he told her off. She said it was her fault they broke up, so that meant she blamed herself, right? Or that she thought Steve blamed her? He didn’t, and he didn’t want her thinking that he did. 

That was probably why she wanted to be friends so badly. All this time he hadn’t really gotten it, but now it was starting to make sense. She just wanted to get rid of the guilt, or maybe she pitied him. 

It wasn’t real. It was just Nancy being Nancy- trying to make things better. 

Steve wasn’t really that sure this was better. For any of them. Maybe knowing that he didn’t blame her would be enough to make Nancy give up pretending that she cared, when he already knew what he was to her. 

Bullshit. 

The quiet had stretched out too long, every second grating on Steve’s already frayed nerves. But just as he went to speak, to tell her to forget the whole thing, Nancy finally replied. 

“I thought you didn’t care that she was dead.”

Oh. 

And the fog was back. 

When the power had gone out, a fog had fallen over Steve. Thick white clouds and emptiness with nothing around him to hold onto. He wasn’t in his body anymore, just nearby. Jeff had helped him start to find the light, but now Nancy’s words were throwing him dead into the center of the mist. 

“I thought it didn’t matter to you. That my best friend was dead, and no one noticed,” She continued, her voice breaking.

It was good he couldn’t feel anything right now. 

If he could, he would probably act stupid about this. Get mad, or be angry, try and hide all the other bigger, more confusing, emotions down under things that made sense. But, since he couldn’t feel anything, Steve thought. 

He thought, and thought, and thought; wracking his brains, treading the water as he tried to think about what else he could have possibly done to show Nancy he cared. He had gone to every dinner at the Hollands with Nancy, every memorial. Steve had even gone to Barb’s funeral, and that had happened after they broke up. 

The only thing he didn’t do was the one thing that could put them all in danger. Steve had just tried to keep everyone safe, because Barb was gone, but Nancy was still here, and Steve could help her. 

But apparently that was the only thing that had ever mattered. All the rest was just bullshit.  

“I haven’t gone in my pool since that night,” Steve managed to say through the fog, “not once.” 

It was true. He hadn’t gone in any other pool either. The smell of the chlorine made him nauseous now, and the feeling of water on his skin left him anxious and jumpy. He had given up his spot on the swim team, and Nancy had never asked why. She thought he didn’t care, but she didn’t even notice that. 

Eddie would have noticed. 

Steve sucked in a sharp breath, viciously thrown out of the mist by that idle, ludicrous thought. Eddie might’ve noticed, but that didn’t mean anything. Why on earth would it matter if Eddie would have asked? 

But Eddie noticed tonight too, a strange little voice said in the back of his mind, Eddie noticed when you ran off, and he went looking for you. 

No. No. They all went looking for him. They all did, because they were his friends. It wasn’t like Eddie- It wasn’t like Steve-

“I’m really tired,” Steve whispered, lacing his fingers together to try and make his hands stop shaking, his mind pulled in too many directions to form a coherent thought. 

“Same,” Nancy agreed with a humourless laugh. 

“Yeah,” Jonathan sighed, taking the last turn into the cul-de-sac. 

If there was going to be any more conversation after that, it was quickly put on hold, because the second Jonathan’s headlights flashed across the front of the Wheeler house, the kids were spilling out the front door. 

Somewhere along the drive, the power must have turned on, because all of the lights were on in the house. Bright gold light spilled along inky black grass as Jonathan smoothly pulled into the driveway, throwing the parking brake just in time for the kids to practically slam themselves into his car. 

“Geez, easy guys!” Jonathan barked as he shot out of the car, inspecting to see if there was any damage. Steve and Nancy got out slower on the other side, coming around as the kids began their interrogation, throwing words and bodies directly at Steve. 

“Where were you?!” 

“Why didn’t you answer your walkie!” 

“What is the point of party rules if you don’t follow them!” 

And on and on. It was another long ass lecture, one Steve was not interested in hearing. He wanted to snap and tell them all to knock it off, but just a single look over made him close his mouth and force another deep breath. 

They were good at hiding it, shoving it deep under anger and indignation, but Steve knew his kids. 

Dustin’s face was buried right in the middle of Steve’s chest, his hat knocked off in the calamity, and Lucas was practically glued to his side. Mike was yelling, but he had his eyes firmly on the ground, a tell tale sign he was tearing up, and Max hadn’t even spoken yet. Even Will had pulled away to nestle against Jonathan, wide eyed and worried, alternating between looking at his friends, and their babysitter. 

He had scared them. Badly. 

“I’m sorry,” Steve said, apologizing easily as he made direct eye contact with Max, who was staring him down. “I shouldn’t have left my walkie where I couldn’t get to it quickly.”

“Where were you?” Dustin demanded, still latched onto Steve like a koala. 

“I went with Eddie and Hellfire to go see his show,” Steve explained, gently starting to extract himself from both Dustin and Lucas. “I told Hopper about it, but he must have forgotten to tell you guys.”

Was it particularly nice to blame Hopper? No, but Steve could do damage control later. Right now he had to get his kids back to at least a somewhat controllable emotional state.

“A show?” Mike said incredulously, crossing his arms. He looked up from behind his bangs for a second as he spoke, quickly going back to glaring at the ground. 

Progress. At least a little bit.

“He’s in a band,” Steve replied. “They’re called Corroded Coffin. They play metal music.”

“Cool name,” Max said shortly, speaking for the first time since he got there. Steve nodded, mentally counting. 

One and Two in his arms, Three and Four standing in front of him, Five with Jonathan…

“Where’s El?” Steve asked, his heart dropping to his feet. The looks the kids shared only made the feeling worse, and Steve could feel his hands starting to shake. 

The fog was rolling back in.

——————————

“She hasn’t woken up at all since Hopper dropped her off,” Lucas explained in a hushed tone as they went down the stairs. It was hard to manage with all the kids still crowded pretty close around him, but Steve managed the best he could. 

El was lying on the couch, snuggled tight under a handmade blue and yellow quilt. Her curls were poking from one end, and mismatched polka dot socks peeked out from the other. 

“What happened?” Steve wondered, walking over in a daze and pulling the corner of the blanket back to look down at El’s face. 

“Apparently they were watching a movie, and then the lights started to flicker,” Dustin said as Steve squatted down to examine El more closely. 

She was sleeping still, but not peacefully. Her brow was furrowed, and her eyes darted back and forth behind her eyelids. Whatever dream she was having, if it was a dream at all, was not good. 

“She sat up, gasped, and then just… passed out,” Will added, looking uncomfortable. “I didn’t feel anything when the power went out, not really. Maybe a shiver? I dunno, but my mom went with Hopper to check the lab out.”

“We’re lucky my parents are out with Holly visiting Nana for the holidays,” Nancy said. 

“Very lucky,” Steve said hollowly, not really feeling lucky at all. He took El’s wrist as he spoke and felt out a pulse, just to be safe. 

It was there, strong and steady. The tension melted from Steve’s shoulders, and he sighed again, keeping his fingers pressed against her pulse point. 

“She’s fine,” Mike insisted, sitting on the floor next to Steve and staring at El, still avoiding looking at Steve. 

“Of course she is,” Steve agreed, unable to help the smile on his face. “Like you would ever let anything happen to her.”

This was enough to crack through Mike’s icy facade. He looked up at Steve for a second before sighing and roughly jabbing his elbow in Steve’s direction. It was the closest he was going to get to forgiveness, and he would take it. 

Besides, he had bigger things to worry about now. El was waking up, and not in a good way. She had started to whimper, her head tossing and turning. Then, just as Steve was going to try and shake her awake, she sat straight up, eyes wide open. 

“Steve?!” El said, panic and fear heavy in her tone, cutting straight through his heart. She looked around in a panic, curls flying as she seemed not to notice any of them near her. 

“Steve!” El yelled again, sounding even more terrified. 

“Hey, I’m right here,” Steve said, reaching over gently and putting his hand on El’s back.  He went as slow and careful as possible, but El jumped anyway, letting out a small scream of fright just at being touched, which only made Steve’s heart hurt more.  

The second she realized it was Steve that had his hand on her, El launched herself at him, practically welding her arms around his neck and squeezing on just the wrong side of too tight. 

“Had a bad dream,” El whimpered, nearly inaudible from where she was buried into his shoulder. Steve hugged her back, lifting her off of the couch and into his arms, gently rubbing his hand up and down the way Hopper had done for him the other day when he had his migraine. 

“It’s okay, it’s over now,” He said, trying to soothe her. 

“No,” El insisted, squirming her way out of Steve’s hold so she could latch her hands around his 

forearms, fingers pressing in hard enough Steve was almost worried he would have bruises. 

“You were holding something silver,” El started, her voice going dead monotone as her eyes glazed over. She wasn’t seeing him, just looking now. “You thought there was not enough time, so you made a choice.”

“Ellie,” Steve whispered, using his nickname for her to try and pull her from wherever she had gone. 

“Me for them,” El said, steamrolling right over Steve’s attempt, “you kept thinking that over and over. Me for them. Me for them. Me for them.”

She continued to say it, lowering her voice to barely a whisper as tears pooled in her eyes. 

“It’s okay, Ellie, it was- it was just a dream,” Steve said helplessly as El burrowed back into his arms, shaking her head. 

Whether it was or wasn’t, she was miserable, and Steve couldn’t leave her like that. He  wrapped her in a firm hug, blindly turning around to give Jonathan and Nancy a confused look, hoping they had some sort of answer. 

Unfortunately they were clearly just as perplexed by El’s sudden downturn into weirdness, and the kids seemed downright freaked out. 

“There is always enough time, Steve. Do not run,” El murmured, sounding utterly exhausted. “It is not you or us, and I do not want you Gone.”

Gone. The word El used because she couldn’t even think about the other one. 

“I’m not going anywhere, El, I promise,” Steve swore, hoping that would be enough to stop whatever this was. 

“If you run, it will get you.”

A cold shiver ran down Steve’s spine at El’s declaration. Judging by the looks the others were giving him, they had felt the same thing. It was more than just the words of a traumatized child in the throes of a nightmare. It was…

It was…

It was just more. More in a way that made Steve want to let the fog come back. He wanted to not feel anything, wanted to be blank, but he couldn’t. He had to fight it, because everyone was looking at him for an answer, and Steve didn’t have one yet. 

“You were watching a movie before with Hopper?” Steve asked, going with his instincts. 

“Yes,” El said slowly, unsure of why Steve was asking her. She furrowed her brow, pulling an absolutely adorable confused look. “It was called The Unsinkable Molly Brown.”

“My mom really likes that movie,” Mike said idly, mostly talking to himself. 

That meant that the Wheeler’s definitely had a copy. And El hadn’t finished the movie. 

“We should finish it,” Steve declared, coming up with a plan at the speed of light. “Mike, go get it.”

“What?! No,” Mike said, more shock than actual denial. “We can’t just sit around watching a movie! What if something happens?”

“Then something happens,” Steve shot back immediately, using his snarkiest tone of voice. He stood up, easily lifting El alongside him and dumping her onto the couch next to Max and making both girls let out unexpected laughter as they were jostled around.  

“Until Hopper and Mrs. Byers get back, we have a job… building the world’s best blanket fort,” Steve said, placing his hands on his hips and squaring his shoulders. 

“Yes!” Dustin hissed, holding out his hand for Lucas to smack. They had instantly caught onto Steve’s infectious energy, grabbing Max and Will and planning a layout that would be ideal for holding all six of them. 

As they began to debate the pros and cons of grabbing chairs from the kitchen upstairs, Steve turned to Jonathan and Nancy. Jonathan looked dubious, and Nancy wasn’t much better, but they weren’t arguing against him, and that was what mattered most. He only had one more hurdle to get over, and apparently Eleven was going to do it for him. 

“I enjoyed your old fort,” El said softly, giving Mike one of her tiny wonderful smiles, “it was fun.”

Mike melted into a puddle of goo, like he always did when it came to her. If it was just Steve, the answer would be no. If it was the party and Steve, the answer would probably still be no. Even with his sister and Jonathan thrown in, it wouldn’t stop Mike from pitching a fit.  

But El? There was nothing that boy wouldn’t do to make her happy. 

“Fine. I’ll go get the stupid movie,” Mike grumbled, stomping towards the stairs. Dustin blew past him in a rush with Will hot on his heels. 

“I’m stealing your pillow, Mike!” Dustin yelled from the top of the stairs, sounding positively gleeful. 

“Like hell you are!” The boy snarled, taking the steps two at a time to catch up with his friends. 

Steve could hear them arguing all the way to Mike’s  bedroom, happy fighting that meant his distraction was working like a charm. 

That was what he was best at. He couldn’t stop the monsters, he couldn’t make the fog go away. But Steve could light some candles and make shadows on the walls with his hands to tell a story. He could create something for them to focus on that wasn’t fear, for as long as they would take it from him. 

That had to be enough. It was all he had to give now. 

“Alright Mayfield, where do you want to start?” Steve asked, turning towards his favorite redhead. 

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There they were, all six of them sleeping in a pile. Again. 

El in the middle, her face now lax and soft with peaceful sleep. Will on one side, Dustin on the other. Lucas and Max resting their heads on her stomach with Mike holding her hand over Will’s chest. 

And there Steve was, just sitting there watching them. 

Again. 

It was probably going to start being creepy at some point, but Steve couldn’t stop. There was a part of him that was convinced if he looked away, maybe even if he blinked for too long, they would disappear. A single moment, and they would be gone, and it would be his fault for not watching.

At least there wasn’t any pool light to shine on them now. Just the soft orange glow of the street lamps filtering in from the high basement window. 

“Hey,” A voice said from behind him, pulling Steve out of his thoughts. 

“Hey,” Steve replied, not bothering to turn and look as Jonathan eased himself down, sitting crosslegged on Steve’s left. They sat quietly, both staring at the sleeping kids in companionable silence. 

“Our parents used to fight a lot,” Jonathan said, cutting through the quiet. His voice was soft, low so it didn’t wake the kids, but sitting this close, Steve could hear every word. 

“Mom would send us to our rooms, but it didn’t matter. When they were screaming at each other, you could hear it all the way down the street.”

You could hear it in the woods too. Steve could remember a few times he was walking through the forest and caught the barely there sound of Mr. and Mrs. Byers arguing. 

He had tried not to listen, but the curiosity had been too alluring. Steve’s parents fought cold, cold to the point of freezing. They hurt each other with pointed words in a polite tone, or icy silences that made even Steve shiver. To them, being the first one to yell was losing. Then you were ‘overdramatic’, ‘irrational’, and above all ‘wrong’. 

There was something so foreign about the way the couple screamed at each other, but still so compelling. Like there was no hiding their feelings, no need to push down the pain. They gave it to each other loud enough for the rest of the world to hear, and everyone in town knew almost every detail about their extremely messy separation. 

Almost no one knew that Steve’s parents rarely ever slept in the same bed anymore. They continued to remain the perfect couple, a pillar of the town’s upper class society. It was a dirty little secret, the kind that kept Steve up at night. 

He still wasn’t sure which way was better. 

“So I used to put on music for us,” Jonathan continued, unaware of Steve’s thoughts. There was a ghost of a smile on his face, the kind that seemed to be solely reserved for Will and Nancy,.“The Clash, Bon Jovi, The Police. Whatever would be loudest.”

It seemed that even quiet kid Jonathan was loud when he had to be, truly his parent’s child. Another little quirk of his for Steve to remember, even if he had no idea why Jonathan was telling him this story. 

“I get it now. Why you act the way you do,” Jonathan whispered, watching Will like a hawk. “You don’t want this to be the only thing they know. You want them to still get a chance to let this go someday, even if we never will.” 

A familiar rush of envy shot through Steve’s veins. Jonathan was just so damn perceptive, able to cut straight to the heart of an issue in a way Steve could never do. Steve was perceptive, but never on purpose. It was like there was this secret part of his brain that processed things and gave him little tidbits whenever it felt like it. 

Jonathan just understood. 

“Do you think it was just a power outage?” Steve murmured, needing to know if Jonathan felt the same way he did. 

“I don’t think it will ever just be a power outage anymore,” Jonathan said with a sigh, hitting the nail perfectly on the head, “not for us.” 

“Fuck,” Steve swore, hating the way Jonathan’s words made tears prick at his eyes. It was just so damn exhausting, annoying in a way that was impossible to explain. Steve had survived as long as he did by being able to let things go. Nothing stuck, nothing held on, and he was safe. 

But there was no letting go anymore. 

Steve had memories, and Steve had migraines, and Steve had kids. They needed him to remember, because they needed to be able to rely on him. He had to remember because how else would he keep them safe? 

It was sacrifice, and Steve didn’t mind it, but damn if it didn’t make him so tired all the time. 

“At least you aren’t going crazy all by yourself,” Jonathan offered, ducking his head down the way he always did when he was being genuine or kind. Like he was scared to see what people would do when he was nice to them, or nervous if he looked they would take it differently. 

Steve huffed out a soft laugh, leaning over to bump their shoulders together. It was silly, but a little bit of the awkwardness was gone. Not just the awkwardness of staring at a bunch of sleeping preteens, but also the awkwardness that seemed to permanently exist between him and Jonathan. 

The door from the house to the basement creaked open, light spilling down onto the kids. Jonathan looked up, and Steve risked a glance away from them as well. If Jonathan thought it was fine, it probably would be. 

Nancy was slowly making her way down the stairs, balancing three steaming mugs with the precision only she seemed to have. Both boys jumped to help her, each grabbing a cup before walking back to their spots. 

“The kids?” Nancy asked as she sat on the couch nearby them, taking a sip from her mug. 

“All good,” Steve reassured, looking down at his own drink. Hot chocolate, foamy and smelling absolutely divine.

He took a sip, letting it burn the roof of his mouth just to give himself something to do. The awkwardness had returned with Nancy’s arrival, sitting like a rock in all of their stomachs. Unconsciously Steve began to count the seconds, timing his breaths to beats of four. 

Four. In.

Eight. Hold.

Twelve. Out.

Sixteen. Hold. 

Twenty. In-

“I should have noticed,” Nancy murmured, cutting through the silence.

Steve blew his breath out early, glancing over at Nancy. She was staring down into her cup of cocoa, but her eyes darted up to meet Steve’s as soon as she spoke, needing to see his reaction. 

He couldn’t give her much. Steve didn’t know what she had apparently not noticed. 

“That you never went in the pool anymore,” Nancy continued when she realized he didn’t understand. “You always loved to swim before.”

Oh. 

Steve placed his mug on the floor next to him, going back to staring at the kids. 

“It was wrong,” Nancy started, brave as ever, unable to hide the way Steve always did. “I knew it was, but I knew you loved me, and you wouldn’t hurt me, and I was just so-“

She cut herself off, sounding uncharacteristically choked up. Steve couldn’t see, because he wasn’t looking at her.

“But I knew it was wrong to start dating you again. And I’m sorry.”

Was she sorry that she had dated him, or sorry she said yes? Did all of that mean that there really wasn’t anything that mattered between them for an entire year? 

Steve didn’t want the answers. He didn’t even want to talk about this. He wanted the fog and he wanted to hide, and he even wanted the awkward silence from before. 

Anything but this. 

“Nance-” 

“I hurt you, Steve,” Nancy said, interrupting him before he could stop the conversation. 

She said it so plainly. A statement of fact, not opinion. Steve had justified everything by telling himself he was a shitty boyfriend, that he had done a bad job, and that’s why they didn’t work. 

He had never even let himself really consider that it was Nancy and not him that had been a bad partner. That just wasn’t how relationships worked. He was the one that did the wrong thing, he was the one that didn’t work hard enough. 

But Nancy hadn’t noticed he didn’t swim anymore. 

“And I made myself think that you had done something to cause our problems,” Nancy said, with a laugh that bordered on a sob. Steve was glad he wasn’t looking at her. If she was crying, he wouldn’t be able to have this conversation. “I made it so you didn’t care enough, or that you didn’t notice, when the truth was I refused to let you in. I had to make it your problem, because I couldn’t handle it if it was just me doing the wrong thing.”

“You didn’t hurt me on purpose, Nancy,” Steve said dumbly, inserting himself in the middle of her self-deprecating spiral, unable to listen as she took the entire weight of their failed relationship. 

“Does that matter?” Nancy asked.

“It matters to me,” Steve said, his voice firm and his tone set. 

He forced his body to stand, walking over to the couch and sitting next to Nancy, risking a look over to see her face. Sure enough, there were tear tracks on her cheeks, and just seeing them was enough to make Steve want to balk and forget the whole thing. 

But he didn’t waver, didn’t stop, because if Nancy could be brave enough to do this, then Steve had to be too. 

“I meant it, Nancy, when I told you that night that it was okay,” Steve said, leaning his forearms on his knees. “You weren’t happy with me and…”

He gathered his courage, needing to admit the thing he hadn’t even really been able to say to himself before tonight. 

“And I wasn’t happy either.”

“What?” Nancy breathed, turning to stare at Steve with complete bewilderment in her eyes.

Just saying it was like cutting the strings holding him up. Steve’s entire body sagged in relief and he wasn’t afraid to look at Nancy now. 

“I made myself think I was, or that we would be able to get there,” Steve explained, finally fully realizing what he had been feeling in the weeks since their breakup, “but that night that El closed the gate? When I told you to go with Jonathan and let me stay with the kids? I felt this… release. Like we could both just finally breathe, because we were broken up, but we weren’t losing anyone. I wasn’t losing you, and you are never going to lose me.” 

That was at the heart of everything, wasn’t it? Nancy had lost Barb, and she didn’t think she could go through that kind of pain again. Steve knew she could, he was pretty sure there wasn’t a thing in the world that would knock Nancy down permanently. But she didn’t know, and the fear of that was enough to make her act a little crazy. 

He could get that. He was still counting the kids. 

Steve opened an arm, and Nancy hugged him tightly, the same desperate clutching hold that she had given him earlier in the parking lot. 

“I do care about you, so much,” Nancy whispered harshly into his ear, saying the words like she needed to make herself believe them, “I do care. I do.”

“I know,” Steve replied, shocked at how true it was. He did know how much Nancy cared. She cared more than anything, but she was scared about that. All that bravery, all that courage, and she was still terrified to say she loved, because she thought it would hurt worse when loss came. 

It was funny how similar they were. Steve could see that now. 

“Everything’s okay now,” Steve told her as they broke apart. 

“Is it?” Nancy asked dubiously, turning to Jonathan who shrugged. 

“If it isn’t, then we’ll survive. We always do,” Jonathan pointed out, coming over and sitting on Nancy’s other side. She leaned against him and he hooked his chin overtop her head, raising an eyebrow towards Steve. 

“Still have your bat?”

“Well it’s in my car that’s sitting in Eddie’s driveway, but I think we can probably make a pit stop before the devil dogs get us,” Steve offered. Nancy and Jonathan both immediately began to laugh, trying to smother down giggles and snickers so they didn’t wake up the kids. 

“What?” Steve said, teasingly defensive. “Mad that I have friends?”

“D-d-demodogs, Steve,” Nancy said through her tamped down laughter. “Devil dogs are a p-p-p-pastry!” 

All three of them lost it. Nancy hid her face in her hands, and Jonathan put his forehead against the crown of her head, his shoulders shaking. Steve bit down his grin, watching the two of them with a soft golden glow sitting in his chest. 

No, things weren’t perfect, and they probably never would be, but there was something about getting to laugh about all of this that was incredibly cathartic. 

“Okay what is going on with you and Eddie Munson?” Nancy finally asked when she had control of herself again. 

“What do you mean, Nance?” Steve asked, grabbing his mug and holding it close. 

“You’re like total opposites,” Jonathan explained, still grinning. “It’s like Freaky Friday.”

Nancy snorted, and Steve sputtered as he tried to defend himself and his friend. They weren’t that different, at least Steve didn’t think so. Eddie was sweet, smart in a kind of unconventional way, and he was always trying his hardest in everything he did. He noticed everything, but he didn’t always have to comment. At least, not in a way that was too deep. 

They were similar in the ways that mattered. The ways that mattered to Steve anyway. 

But there was no way to explain that, was there? Not one that would make sense to anyone but him. 

“He’s safe,” Steve said simply, wrapping it all up in just two words. 

Nancy and Jonathan shared one of those secret couple looks after Steve spoke, communicating without words as they processed his explanation. But before either of them could comment, bright headlights raced across the windows. Someone was outside. 

Instant mood shift. The easy going warmth between the three of them had disappeared, replaced by a panicky cold that made Steve’s hands tremble and his mind go blank. Nancy stood and the two boys got up right after, all three moving as a single unit out of the basement and up to the driveway. 

Hopper and Joyce were getting out of his car, hopping down with drawn weary looks and slumped shoulders. Nancy grabbed Jonathan’s hand, and, after a moment of hesitation, she grabbed Steve’s with her other. They let Hopper and Joyce approach them, both groups staring the other down in the strangest standoff Steve had ever seen. 

“Well?” Nancy asked, still brave. 

“Nothing,” Hopper answered with a sigh, “no gate.” 

No gate. 

It should have been a relief. Steve should be happy now, calm and content. Instead it was a hollow victory, an achievement that only made him feel worse. 

“That’s not possible,” Jonathan insisted, and Steve had to agree. After everything they went through tonight, that was it? 

“There’s nothing there. Owens took us through the entire lab. Everything was still condemned, locked up tight. We even went down to the basement, and there was no gate,” Joyce explained, rubbing a hand over face and wrapping her arms around her middle. 

“It was just a power outage,” Hopper said, as if that was the end of it. 

But it wasn’t. It would never be the end of it. There was still too much unanswered. 

“El passed out,” Steve protested, speaking up for the first time since they came outside.  Not only had she passed out, she had also had some sort of vision about him that ended in him being Gone. That didn’t feel like just a power outage. 

“And she’s a traumatized kid,” Hopper replied, using the same soft tone he had when they were sitting together on his steps. “She’s entitled to a few overreactions.” 

An overreaction? Was that really all this was? But then what had Steve seen in the woods by the trailer park? Why had the headlights on Eddie’s van flickered? 

He wanted to tell them, wanted to explain why he was pressing the issue, but Steve couldn’t make his mouth form the words. They just swirled around in the back of his mind, dark and stormy. 

“We made sure. There’s nothing there,” Joyce said, reaching over and holding out a hand for Jonathan. He pulled away from Nancy and went to his mother, both of them starting to speak in low whispers. Hopper stepped closer, giving Steve a once over. 

“Seems like you and El both are going for the whole MTV punk thing,” Hopper teased. Steve gave him an unimpressed look, and Hopper held up his hands in surrender. “No hate, just pointing it out.”

“I went to Eddie’s show tonight?” Steve reminded him. Recognition flitted across the man’s features and his good mood soured ever so slightly. 

“Ah, yes, drug dealing Eddie Munson,” Hopper said with a sigh. Steve stuck his tongue out, annoyed that he was so focused on that one single detail. So what? Eddie sold drugs. He wasn’t the only one who did, and at least he wasn’t cutting them with ridiculous shit like Marty Feldman liked to. 

“Where’s your car?” Hopper asked, clearly hoping to change the subject.  

“At Eddie’s place,” Steve promptly answered. Hopper huffed out a sarcastic little laugh and Steve scowled. 

“What?” He challenged, daring Hopper to say something. 

“Nothing, nothing,” Hopper said, making himself the picture of innocence. He put his hands on his hips, leaning back on his heels with a sigh, “Listen, I’m gonna go in and grab El, tell the kids everything, make sure they’re okay and aren’t about to go trespassing to make sure things are settled. Do you want me to give you a ride to go get it? Or maybe you should just stay at the cabin tonight, and-“

“Steve already said he was staying here,” Nancy said in a rush. She was still holding his hand, but she squeezed it tight when she spoke, “Jonathan and I asked him. That’s still okay, right?”

Oh. She was talking to Steve. They were both looking at him, waiting for an answer. 

“Yeah, that works,” Steve lied smoothly, turning to Hopper with a shrug. “Sorry, Hop.”

“Whatever works, kid. Just an offer,” Hopper shrugged. Jonathan and Joyce walked over and Hopper and Joyce started towards the basement, leaving the three of them standing alone in the driveway

“I just- I don’t want you to leave. Not yet,” Nancy explained when Steve turned to her with an absolutely bewildered expression. 

For so much of their relationship, it felt like Steve was always the one asking her to stay. There were a thousand times in their relationship Steve had wanted to hear those words coming from her instead of him. And because of that a part of him wanted to leave. 

That little bit of him wanted to lash out. Leave her in the dust and see how she managed it. It would be easy to do that, to put up a spikey wall to keep her out now that Nancy was showing her own vulnerability. 

But that vicious little part of him was overwhelmed by an easy love for Nancy. Not romantic, not the same yearning painful ache he had carried for a year and half. This was warm, soft, coated in something that Steve knew was love, just not the kind he was used to feeling. It was nice, and Steve didn’t want to leave. 

“Okay,” Steve whispered, lacing their fingers together. 

“Steve’s staying tonight,” Nancy said to Jonathan. Steve had a second of being worried he was overstepping, afraid Jonathan was going to be less than thrilled at the impromptu sleepover. But Jonathan just gave Steve one of his rare smiles, grabbing Nancy’s other hand. 

“Good,” Jonathan said, dragging them both back towards the house.

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[vikcacao]

Ok so yk how I have my own au??

I can't stop thinking about them so ofc yk I gotta yap.

I'm thinking about megumi hating yuji with every fiber of his being, like deadass mid hater speech in his head... and then yuji smiles at him....

"Ohh my heart skipped a beat he's so disgusting, tf u smiling for u useless chad..."

THE CLOSET IS GLASS!! MULTIPLE TIMES HES LIKE "It's hard to hate a guy who's always smiling..." and then yuji says smth stupid like

"Yk what they say... smile if that dick is bigg!!" FATTEST grin ever and megumi is back 2 "I need to kill him." Sighhhh

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH WHAT

God I love the like, internalized longing, ya'know? Like not exactly homophobia (i love that, too, but it's not the right word. tho I wouldn't put it past this version of Megumi), but just denial type stuff.

I'm just thinking of Megumi being like, "dumb jock, leave me alone and go bang the foids you surround yourself with, Chad" (or whatever incels say)

And Yuuji's just kicking his feet like, "I wonder what it would feel like to hold his hand :] I bet it's soft" or some obvious shit like that lmfao

[mulletpermsicantlookaway]

The Jockification of Jeremy, Part 3: Chase Makes His Choice

(For Parts 1 and 2 and the earlier stories this is a sequel to, see the earlier posts.)

Part 2 is posted here: https://www.tumblr.com/mulletpermsicantlookaway/756407810047262720/the-jockification-of-jeremy-part-2-jeremy-in

I ended up not seeing Chase for nearly two weeks. I had sent him one or two texts. He hadn’t answered them, but he’d read them. I finally sent: “Bro, we need to talk”, and he replied: “I can’t hear you when you speak jockinese”. That made me mad, as I’m sure he wanted, but I realized that he was just lashing out. I felt bad for him, but I still couldn’t make up my mind what to do. I could just give him the Cup and wait for him to start to turn, but I kept remembering Coach Sanders saying that I might not need it. What had he been trying to tell me? I tried to think it through: I hadn’t needed the Cup for myself. Why? Because I had made out with James and Steve, apparently. So, was he telling me that Chase might start to turn into a jock if we made out? Maybe that was what he meant, but the chances of that seemed slim, since Chase wouldn’t even look at me now. And then I suddenly realized that I was overthinking it; the problem was really very simple: was Chase in love with me or not? If he was, then he’d still be in love with me – even though I’d become a jock. And if he wasn’t, then our friendship was over, because the two of us had nothing in common anymore. So I had to find out whether he loved me. And that meant I would have to see him again, whether he wanted to see me or not.

I had thought about asking one of the bros to help. Derek, for example, could easily have just picked Chase up and carried him to me. But that was a stupid idea. Even if it worked, it would just make Chase mad. And this was my problem, not my bros’ problem. If anyone was going to pick Chase up and carry him around, I would be the one to do it; I was getting big enough.

I put everything into one last effort to persuade Chase to see me. I sent him this: “Plz. Gotta talk 2 u just 1nce more. And then will leave u alone if that’s what u want. Plz I need u.”

He replied: “I nu I shd hve blocked u. OK. Will meet. Where?”

“My place.”

My parents were happy to see Chase again, because they hadn’t seen him now for weeks and were wondering why we weren’t friends anymore. I don’t know if they noticed how uncomfortable he looked, but he didn’t linger downstairs. We went right up to my room.

“Okay, Jeremy, what’s the big emergency? What do you need me for? Because I’m not doing homework for you or any other dumb jock, just so you know that.”

“I didn’t ask you here to do my homework, bro, I can do it myself.”

“Yeah, but how well, bro? What’d you get on that last history assignment? A C?”

“A B Minus, actually. I know it wasn’t my best, but I had a basketball game and a wrestling match that week. Anyway, I’m getting my grades back up. I have to anyway. Anything lower than a C-, I get kicked off the team.”

“And that would be a tragedy, that would. What the hell happened to you, Jeremy? Why are you acting like this? I can’t stand jocks. I really can’t. I can’t even look at you. And it smells like a locker room in here. Do you ever wash your jockstraps?”

“Yeah, I do, but I’m a big boy now, and big boys sweat. It’s not a crime, bro.”

“Maybe not, but the stink in here is. Yeah, you’re a big boy all right, Jeremy. I’ll grant you that. You’re about a foot taller than I am now, and judging from how you look in the tank tops and shorts you wear even this time of year, you’ve been packing on the muscle. And the body hair, too.  Geez. Look at you. I guess you’ve turned into your own wet dream, eh, Jeremy? You always did have a thing for jocks. But I still can’t figure out how you turned into one.  Did those neanderthals kidnap you, brainwash you, and pump you full of steroids?”

“I don’t take steroids, bro. Steroids shrink your balls. I think even you know that.”

“Okay, I’ll concede on that point. Even from here, I can tell you don’t have shrunken balls, unless you’ve been stuffing rocks in your jockstrap. Geez, Jeremy, how do walk around with those? And what the eff happened to your dick? It wasn’t like that before.”

“There, bro, you can manage to look at me when you want to. Glad you’re impressed, but I didn’t ask you over here to discuss my package.”

“Then what did you ask me here for, Jeremy? If it wasn’t for me to do your homework or admire the size of your balls, then what did you want from me?”

“This,” I said, pulling him to me and kissing him.

He struggled a bit at first, but I held him firmly, and pretty soon he was giving back as much as he was getting. His tongue pushed hungrily into my mouth. A minute later, though, he pulled away. “Damn it, Jeremy,” he said. “Did you have to do that? You’re big, you’re dumb, and you stink. I can’t. I just can’t.”

I put my hand on his rigid cock, which was tenting his pants, and said, “This is telling a different story, isn’t it Chase? You want to know why I asked you over? To tell you that I love you. I think I always loved you. I missed you so much. And I’m pretty sure you love me, too. Am I right?”

“Damn you,” Chase said, starting to kiss me again. He didn’t come up for air for a couple more minutes. “Fuck. I hate this. You want me to say it, don’t you? Yes, I love you. There. I said it. I think I’ve always loved you. Damn it.”

“But bro, I’m big and dumb, and I stink.”

“Yeah, I know,” said Chase. “And I still love you, you big, hot lunkhead. Although I’m starting to wonder how dumb you really are. You seem to know how to push all of my buttons. Now shut up and let’s get back to work. And stop calling me ‘Bro’!”

We got back to work. For such a little dude with zero experience that I knew of, he gave me a thorough workout. Once he finally got to it, I mean, he just went nuts. It was as if I’d broken some kind of barrier down inside him, and now that it was gone, he couldn’t get enough of me. I couldn’t believe little Chase could be such an animal. When we finally finished, we were both sweating heavily. Chase said, “I’m sorry. I had to do that or I was going to go crazy.”

“You did go crazy, bro. And nothing to be sorry for. I had a great time.”

“I did, too. Damn it. Why, Jeremy? I don’t like jocks.”

“Could’ve fooled me, bro”.

“Yeah, I know. I guess I like this jock. I love you, Jeremy. You were right about that. Well, we’ve certainly had a night. Now are you going to send me packing? Don’t you have a freshman to stuff into a locker or something, or a game to play?”

“Chase, dude, I love you like crazy, but you really need to get over your hate, okay? I’ve changed. I know it hasn’t been easy for you, but you need to be okay with that.”

“I know, Jeremy. I’ve just really been having trouble dealing with you as a jock. I thought I’d lost you forever, and it made me mean. I’m sorry. I know whatever changes you’ve been going through, it’s not your fault, and I haven’t been a good friend to you lately. But it’s hard for me to get used to. You really do smell like jock, you know, and now I’ve got that smell all over me. I feel a little queasy now, honestly.”

“I’m sorry about the jock smell, bro, honestly, I am, but I think you’re going to have to just live with it. I shower, like, every day. Sometimes more than once.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry, too. You’re right; I’ll just have to get used to it. I don’t know. Maybe it’s not so bad. Anyway, if that’s what I have to put up with, I’ll have to put up with it.”

“Bro, you’re sure you’re okay? Your voice is getting kind of hoarse.”

“Still a bit dizzy or whatever, but I feel fine otherwise,” he said, his voice cracking. “My throat’s just a little scratchy.”

I smiled, thinking Chase probably wouldn’t be needing that cup after all. “Bro,” I continued, “I know you’re not exactly interested in going out for a sport right now, but I just wanted to let you know that you owe Coach Sanders a huge favor.”

“Not sure I follow you, Jeremy. Why do I owe Coach Sanders a favor?”

“Because he was the one who told me not to give up on our friendship. Bro, I was so, like, sad that you weren’t talking to me that I went to ask his advice. And he was super nice and super helpful about it, and he made so much sense. And he told me pretty much what you said, bro, about you having trouble dealing with it that I had changed so much so fast. And I asked him to talk to you, and he said he would if I wanted, but that I shouldn’t, you know, underrate our friendship, and I could talk to you better than he could. And he was right.”

“Yeah,” agreed Chase. “He was right. I guess I do owe him a favor, then.”

“Yeah, bro,” I said, kissing Chase again lightly. “Anyway, it’d be great for you to talk to him sometime. He’s a great guy.”

“I’m sure he is, Jeremy. And maybe, maybe, if you value his opinion so much, I can persuade him to get you down to using ‘Bro’ every other sentence.” I pantomimed punching him in the arm and he laughed. “Sorry, Jeremy, but I couldn’t resist that one. It’s okay. But yeah, I’ll talk to him sometime, if it means that much to you.”

“It’s good to hear you laugh again, bro. I’ve missed that.” Then I kissed him again, and we got down to business for another round.

Chase ended up spending the night. It was pure ecstasy for us, because neither of us wanted to be away from the other. But the next morning, we had school, and the alarm was a rude awakening from our blissful night.

Chase said he felt great in the morning, but his voice was so hoarse he could barely talk above a whisper: “Jeremy,” Chase croaked, “I’m going to stink so bad at school. You think I have time for a shower?”

I kissed him again and said, “Don’t shower yet, babe. Please. You smell like me, and I want every guy at school to know you’re mine.”

Chase laughed, “Okay, Jeremy. I guess you marked me as your mate. Just for you, because I love you, I won’t shower until I get home tonight. Anything else you want?”

“Just one more thing, you ever worn a jock, babe? No, of course you haven’t. Here’s one of mine. I want you to wear it to school today.”

“Geez, Jeremy, I mean, that’s sweet, and a little gross, but how is one of your jockstraps going to fit me? It’ll be all stretched out from your monster cock and balls.”

“You’ll see,” I said. “Let me get it on you. You’d be surprised how well these things recover from being stretched out. If it won’t stay on you by itself right now, you just put a pair of briefs over it. Wait, I think I still have a few of my old ones that don’t fit me anymore.” So I positioned one of my used jockstraps over his package and then put a pair of my old briefs over it, and once I got in place, I said, “Now you’ll be able to feel that you’re mine all day long.”

“Ooh, that feels strange. Really strange. But it’s kind of nice. It makes me feel warm and tingly, all over. But I guess I’d better get dressed now.”

Chase kissed me again, and then he started pulling on his pants and shirt from last night. “That’s funny, Jeremy,” he whispered. “My pants are little tight.”

“Well, you’ve got a little extra material there now, bro. I’m sure your pants will stretch out a bit once you’ve had them on for a bit.”

We went to school together, but we didn’t have any classes together until after lunch, so I didn’t see him again until lunchtime. We ate lunch together. Chase was feeling fine, he said, but he was really hungry, and he got seconds, which he never did normally. He was clearing his throat a lot, and when he talked, his voice alternated between sounding hoarse and cracking. To me, his Adam’s apple already looked a little more prominent, but it could have been my imagination. He looked a little sweaty, too, but I said nothing about it.

“Jeremy,” he said, “I just wanted to let you know that I’m trying to get used to the jock smell, I really am, but I feel stinky and sweaty, and I’m really looking forward to a shower.”

“It’s okay, little bro. I just wanted to be sure you and everyone else knew you were mine.”

“Very cute, Jeremy. But I keep thinking your jock friends are staring at me.”

Chase had a point; some of them did seem to be staring, particularly James and Steve, who looked over several times.

“Don’t worry about my bros, babe,” I said. “No one’s going to mess with you now that you’re my boyfriend.”

But I was curious as to what James and Steve were talking about; they were clearly having a couple chat that no one else was in on.

After school, I had basketball practice. Before practice, I swung by Coach Sanders’s office to return the cup and thank him again. He was at his desk. I closed the door and said, “Coach, I wanted to thank you so much for helping me with Chase. I ended up not needing this, so I wanted to get it back to you.” I handed him the cup.

He said nothing until he had carefully put the cup back into the same file drawer he’d retrieved it from originally, and then he said, “So, big guy, how’d things go?”

“Awesomely. You were right about trusting our friendship, Coach. I think I’d been in love with him for a long time, and I told him so, and it turned out he was in love with me, too. Now we’re officially boyfriends, and I couldn’t be happier.”

“Love’s a powerful thing, Jeremy. I’m glad for you. So, Chase is dealing with your changes better now?”

“Definitely, Coach. And, if I’m right, he’ll probably be ready to talk to you about joining up in a week or two.”

The coach chuckled. “Big guy, if you were smiling any harder, I think your face would split. Okay, Jeremy, I can read between the lines. We’ll keep an eye on Chase and make sure he turns out all right.”

“Thanks, Coach. I owe you a lot.”

“You’re welcome, Jeremy. I owe you a lot, too.”

I didn’t see Chase again that night, but we texted. Other than his voice, he was feeling fine. The next morning at school, James lumbered up behind me, reached up, and clasped a meaty hand on my shoulder: “Sup, bro. Why don’t we take a walk to my office. It’s time for another counseling session.” He had one of those one-eyebrow-raised jock smirks on his face, so it was hard to tell if he was amused or irritated. I followed him to the most out-of-the way men’s room in the school. No one was inside.

“Haven’t been in here for a while. Brings back memories – sort of.” I looked at him, puzzled, and he sighed. “Never mind. It’s just that this place has seen a few interesting scenes in my life, bro, but that’s another story. If these walls could talk! I’m just glad I didn’t have to kick any nerds out of here this time. We need a little privacy.”

“What’s up, James? Why’d you bring me here? I’m confused.”

“You do seem to have that problem sometimes, bro. Were you a little dense before you changed, or did you lose a few IQ points in the process?  Anyway, the last time you and I talked, we were talking about your future. But you’re not a little bro anymore, not at all. You’ve turned out fine. No, it’s not your future I’m worried about. Steve-o and I noticed your little friend at lunch. What’s his name? Chase? So, what’s going on with your little friend, Chase, bro?”

“Something wrong with him, bro?” I asked, as innocently as I could.

“You do like to push your luck, don’t you? I’m still a lot bigger than you are. And, unlike some of our bros, I’m not stupid, and neither is Steve. I’m starting to suspect you’re not as dumb as you come off, either.”

“Your point, dude?”

“I’m getting there,” James continued with a glare. “Patience is a virtue, bro. I don’t know what all you know or may have heard about Steve and me and some of the stuff that used to go on around here. Let me just tell you that I have plenty of experience seeing nerds and geeks turn into jocks. I can recognize the signs sooner than most. Don’t hold out on me, bro. I’m not asking because I’m nosy. There might be more involved than you know about. So, give. What happened to Chase? Why is he starting to turn?”

“He’s my boyfriend, bro. That’s what happened. He and I had been in love since, like, forever, but he was having trouble with me being a jock. Anyway, we reconciled the night before last.”

James’s smirk deepened. “Oh, that’ll be fun. Too much fun. That is fucking awesome! I’ve got to say, bro, I suspected something like that. Look, it really wouldn’t be any of my business, except that I want to make sure your little bro Chase is okay. Protocol is, as you know, that we only hang around with other bros, so you and Chase were attracting some attention. You don’t need to give me a play-by-play, but he already looks like he’s turning fast. You did that just by making out with him?”

“Well, yeah, bro. I mean, we did it – a lot – that first night. And I did talk him into wearing one of my jockstraps. I think it helps. I, uh, wore that one of yours for over a week, I think.”

“Kind of hard to remember stuff from before, isn’t it bro?” said James softly. “It was Steve’s, by the way, not that it really matters. We knew it was Steve you really wanted to make out with. I don’t blame you; he is incredibly hot, after all. Look, bro, I know it doesn’t matter now, but you have to realize that we had no idea that making out with us was going to make you turn. We just wanted you to have some fun – and leave us alone.”

“Bro, seriously, it’s okay. I’m super happy with my life. I mean, I know I used to be different, but now I can’t really remember what I was like before. I mean, I remember my life and all the facts and all that, but I can’t remember what it felt like, you know?”

“Yeah, I do know, actually,” James said, almost in a whisper. “Your old life is like a dream you barely remember, and every day it fades a bit more, because you were always like this, and that dream, bro, it never happened.”

“Yeah, it’s exactly like that,” I said, excitedly. But James sighed; he was looking away from me toward his reflection in the mirror. His smirk was gone, and his face was utterly blank. I was a bit disconcerted, but I continued, “And Chase, well, I didn’t know what would happen, but I figured that, since we loved each other so much, it would turn out okay no matter what. But dude, we made out so many times that night, and by morning, I could already tell he was starting to change. So I figured, okay then, we’ll just be another hot jock couple like you and Steve.”

“Yeah, I suppose you will be at that, bro,” James said, his customary smirk pointed at me again. “Other people will start noticing soon. You’ll want to keep a close eye on him for now. And talk to one of the coaches, probably Sanders, the basketball coach. He was the one Derek talked to about you. Sanders was around when all this stuff started going on, and he must know something. I’ll bet Halvorson, the wrestling coach, does, too.  The football coach, you know, the new one, don’t go to him. He’s a great coach and all, but he doesn’t know anything about this kind of, um, special case.”

“All taken care of, bro. I had already talked to Coach Sanders about Chase, and I talked to him again yesterday before practice. He was the one who encouraged me to reconcile with Chase in the first place, and I’m glad I did.”

“Interesting, bro, very interesting. He actually encouraged you to reconcile with Chase? I’m surprised. Pleasantly, but surprised. I don’t know Coach Sanders, really. I’m not on the basketball team, and I’ve never really talked to him, but I’m glad he isn’t a homophobe. That was one of the problems with the old football coach. So, I’m assuming Coach Sanders must have some or all of the old football coach’s videos.”

“Yeah, bro, I watched one of those, and he said he had some of the old coach’s stuff, just not all of it. I asked him if the video would help Chase, and he told me it would, but I might need something special to help as well. But I ended up not needing it, so I gave it back to him.”

“Whoa, dude,��� said James. “What the fuck! You don’t mean he actually still has…”  James leaned right into my face and whispered so softly I almost couldn’t hear him. “Does Sanders actually still have a cup? Is that what he gave you?”

“Yeah, bro, that’s what he gave me,” I whispered back.

I’d almost never seen James look anything but cocky, but whatever was going through his head had wiped the usual smirk off his face again. His eyes were as round as basketballs. “No shit,” he finally said, quietly. “Steve-o and I thought they were all long gone, along with the old football coach. And Sanders still has one?”

“Bro,” I whispered. “I know he told me not to talk about this at all, but I think he said they had very few left, so doesn’t that mean there must be more than one?”

“Holy shit,” said James. “Okay, bro, do not, I repeat, do not, say a word about any of this to anyone. Absolutely not. And don’t let on to Coach Sanders that you told me. The less you know about those things the better. Bro, I am so glad you didn’t have to use one of those on Chase. What you two did was a lot more fun, for you and for him, and if all goes well, little Chase will never know what hit him.” He paused. “We’re done with our discussion, bro, but, just out of curiosity, do you remember any of the video Coach Sanders had you watch?”

“Well, I remember that it was really good, and I enjoyed it, but no, I don’t honestly remember what it was about. Why?”

“Professional curiosity. I’m studying biology, not that I exactly bring that up at practice with the bros. But I’m curious about the process – if you follow me. I think, bro, that it’s not just one video that you watched. I think there’s more than one, and I’m not sure if we all see the same ones or not. But that’s just a feeling I have. I have zero evidence, and I can’t remember any more of the video than you do. I’ll be curious to find out if Chase remembers anything when his turn comes. Speaking of coming,” he said with a chuckle, “Make sure you get him to come as soon as you can, you know, after he’s done. It’ll help him finish adjusting. He’ll probably be super horny anyway, but it he’s not, get him horny, okay, bro?”

“Okay, bro,” I said with a grin. “That’ll be a pleasure. But what’s so bad about those cups, anyway?”

“Look, bro, forget about the cups. Just be very, very glad you never had to wear one. Trust me.” And with that he left.

To be continued

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