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suskz · 9 months ago

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Guess who’s back~

hello my lovely angel <3

I was gonna recommend anonymously again but we need the pic.

so. Remember when chan broke us with this:

I was thinking about what if chan, like, handcuffed you to the bed? Being all rough and shit. Yep. I’m ill lol. So I was just wondering if you weren’t too busy if a fic/drabbles on the table? have a good day/night

remember to eat and drink water💕💕💕

Hi sweetie ♡

Need to say that rough sex with Chan has me on my knees 🛐

I’m sorry that it took so long for it to be finished. I rewrote ur ask like 3 times cuz I didn’t like the way it was coming out lol.

Then I found the right idea, but I’m not totally satisfied with how I wrote it in some parts. Still hope you like it!!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

pairing: Bang Chan x fem!Reader

w/c: 2,5k

tw: smut ; rough sex ; dirty talk ; degradation kink ; praising kink ; choking ; handcuffing ; established relationship ; clit play ; it’s not specified, but there are safe-words between them, anyway reader doesn’t use any of them ; bruises.

When you see them, your eyes cling to the shiny pink metal you just found at the bottom of your boyfriend’s closet.

You take them and you turn them over in your hands, observing them carefully. It’s part of the toys he’s used in the past, just not with you.

Your relationship is quite new, and you haven't really discussed your sexual preferences yet. In fact, you're still discovering them, being new to your first romantic relationship. But the way your heart beats faster, your cheeks flush, and you feel a certain tingling sensation in the pit of your stomach at the images that come to mind at the thought of what he might do with those handcuffs, it leaves you with some questions.

But when you hear his voice calling you, you realize you've paused too long. You place them back in their spot and pick up the light white blanket he asked you to retrieve, which had been covering the heart-shaped handcuffs you've just discovered.

When you return to the living room, he’s putting the movie on TV. After cuddling up on the couch, with him half-lying down and you on top of him, covering yourselves with the blanket, he makes it start.

But you can't focus on it because of your previous discovery. Your desire to try it is so high. You think it's time to try introducing something new into sex, and that could be a good start. The only thing left to do is to ask. If only it were that simple.

"Channie…" his name escapes from your lips before you can rethink.

"Mh?" he directs his attention to you without taking his eyes off the TV.

Only when you raise your head to look at him does he do the same, locking eyes with yours.

"Well..." you say, unsure, "I found a c-couple of handcuffs under this blanket, in your closet," your voice comes out more stuttering than you want it to.

"Oh," he says surprised; he doesn't remember leaving them there, "I must have left them there by mistake, I'll put them back in place another time; thanks for telling me, I guess," he observes you closely, "Is there something wrong?".

"Uh... well," there's a small moment of silence, and finally you find the courage to tell him, "I thought we could try them." you take your eyes away from his, looking down, and you're thankful that there's no light in the room other than the one emitted by the TV because you feel your cheeks and ears start to burn.

The movie is long forgotten, and you expect questions from him, but he simply nods. He places two fingers under your chin and lifts your head so you can look him in the eyes, "Do you want to try now?".

"I mean, if you want to...".

"I want it," he replies immediately, "Now, be a good girl and go to the bedroom to undress while I tidy up here, okay?"

You nod quickly and head to the bedroom. You hear some noise in the living room and figure Chan is rearranging things while waiting for you to be ready for him.

You get rid of your pants and shirt, remaining only in your underwear, since you're not wearing a bra. You wonder if you should also take off your panties, but then you remember how much he enjoys touching you over them and seeing them get wet for him, so you keep them on.

You take the handcuffs from the closet and place them on the bed next to where you sit cross-legged, waiting for him.

And a few minutes later, you hear the door of the room open and you raise your head in his direction.

He pauses for a moment at the door, gazing at you, and his lips curl into a smirk. You feel your cheeks warm slightly as you watch him approach you.

He reaches you on the bed and positions himself over you, making you slide back until you're lying beneath him.

"I told you to undress completely, didn’t I?" he looks into your eyes, and before you can respond, one of his hands firmly grabs your inner thigh and you gasp slightly at the sudden touch, "But I won’t complain." He leans in over you and captures your lips with his.

He kisses you deeply and slowly, exploring your mouth with his tongue and intertwining it with yours. The room would be completely enveloped in silence if not for the subtle slurp of your tongues intertwining and the soft sighs escaping from your lips.

His hand that was on your tigh now begins to go up your body, brushing your core with his thumb in the process, continuing up your stomach and stopping at your breast, which he grasps, making sure to have your nipple between two of his fingers. He brings his two fingers together slightly to pinch it lightly, and the slight moan he elicits from you makes him repeat the action.

He breaks away from the kiss only for a moment; while his thumb teases your nipple, his other hand grips your inner thigh to open your legs further and lower his hips onto yours, pressing gently, which becomes rougher as you resume kissing, making both of you moan and making you feel how hard he is in his pants.

Before pulling away, he bites your lip, and then you look into each other’s eyes, breathing heavily. Your lips are red and swollen from the kiss, and he smiles, looking at you.

Finally, one of his hands reaches your most intimate part, sliding his thumb along it, feeling how wet you’ve made your panties, “Did I get you all worked up without even touching you properly?” he teases you.

You give him a fiery look, “The situation here tells me the same about you.” You reach for the crotch of his pants, grabbing and squeezing it, making him gasp. He returns your gaze and lightly slaps your pussy before lifting his body from yours, still remaining between your legs.

His gaze falls on the handcuffs next to you, and he takes them in his hands, observing them. “You’re just waiting for the moment when I fuck you with these, aren’t you?” he huffs a little chuckle through his nose. “First choking, now these; you like being submissive, huh? Leaving me in control of everything.” there’s a slight edge in his voice that shows how truly turned up he is. Just the fact that you’re trusting him so much, letting him have total control of your body, makes his mind slightly dizzy.

He looks at you and sees the desperation now colouring your features. “Now, face down, ass up”.

You do as you’re told, turning over and raising your ass, and putting your forearms on the bed to keep yourself slightly up so that your face isn’t pressed into the pillow. But without warning, his hands grab your arms and put them behind your back. You feel his hand just above your wrist, and then cold metal touching your skin, and you feel a shiver run through your entire body at the sensation.

His hand tightens its grip on your hip while the thumb of the other presses against your entrance, making your panties even wetter, then he pulls them down to your ankles. He would like to play with you a bit more, but he doesn’t feel that patient right now.

He lowers his pants and boxers just enough to pull out his cock, and you feel arousal coursing through your entire body at the thought of him fucking you with his clothes still on while you’re completely naked underneath him at his mercy.

He grabs the underside of your asscheeks —and beginning of your thighs—, spreading them apart and taking a good look at your hole clenching around nothing; then, one of his hands breaks away from your skin to slide two of his fingers inside, making you whimper.

You move your hips back and forth to the rhythm of his fingers, which is fucking slow, but his other hand tightens harder where it grips your skin, as a warning. And you hope it bruises.

He pulls them out and wipes them on one of your cheeks, and without any warning, he enters you in one swift motion, immediately starting to move without giving you time to settle properly.

“S-slow down—“ you ask him breathlessly, but he doesn’t.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” his breath is heavy, “To be tied up and used the way I like, huh?”. At his words, you clench around his cock, making him moan and grip your hips tightly.

He lowers himself onto you and rests his hands on the bed. Your face is pressed into the pillows as you try to stifle your moans. But it’s difficult with the way his cock moves so skilfully inside you, hitting your weak spots, making it so hard to hold back that you’re breathless and think about asking him to stop for a moment. You’re not usually so shy and never try to hold back your moans, but this time is different, maybe because of the handcuffs? You don’t even know.

But he notices. He stops, slides an arm under your breast, and lifts your body. His other hand grabs the headboard of the bed for balance.

His tongue licks that patch of skin behind your ear where you’re sensitive, “Why aren’t you making yourself heard?” he whispers and starts moving again, “I want to hear how good I make you feel, so don’t you dare hold back again.” it sounds like a threat, but you ignore that as his movements become faster than before, and soon he makes you fall back onto the bed, with half of your face on the pillows but your nose and mouth free, and this time you make yourself heard loud and clear.

“Good girl.” if the nickname didn’t make you moan loudly enough, his hand gripping your nape to choke you and push your head down definitely did.

With every thrust, you feel yourself on the verge of coming and you fucking love this so much.

Suddenly, you feel him stop, and your wrists are freed; but you don’t have time to understand what’s happening or to complain before he pulls his cock out of you and you’re turned onto your back.

He takes your arms and brings them to the headboard of the bed, where he puts the handcuffs back on you, securing them to it.

And then, he looks at you.

He observes your entire body, from your tear-streaked face with saliva-coated lips, to your wet, stretched out pussy, begging to be filled again.

Finally, your brain starts to reason again, and if possible, your cheeks flush an even deeper red. You feel exposed. You want to cover yourself with your arms, and you try, but the metallic noise that comes out reminds you of the situation you’re in. You try to close your legs —as much as you can with him in between them— but his hands roughly grasp your inner thighs, spreading them apart again.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he hives you a disapproving look, “Why should you hide from me, huh?” He seems annoyed, mad, and you shrink under his judgmental gaze. “I don’t think you deserve my dick inside you again. Maybe I should leave you like this: handcuffed to the bed, naked and needy for the rest of the night. What do you think about that?”.

You feel like crying at his words. He couldn’t really do that, could he?

You shake your head quickly.

“Obviously, a slut like you just wants to be filled with dick all the time,” he takes his cock in hand and slaps the tip against your clit, and as you moan freely, he suppresses the groan that tries to escape his lips. “isn’t that right?”.

“Please.”

“Please what?” he responds coldly, looking down on you.

“Put it in, please.” you beg him, looking at him with pleading eyes.

“What if I don’t?”.

You feel tears of frustration forming at the corners of your eyes, “Channie…”

He slaps his tip against your clit again, drags it to your hole, “You’ll cry if I don’t put it in, won’t you? What a crybaby.”, and then he finally pushes it in.

He starts thrusting into you again, a little slower this time, but deeper than before.

Again, you feel the need to grab onto something, anything, but you can’t, and this makes you frustrated.

He places his hand on your stomach and presses, “Feel it” he moans, “feel my cock pushing inside you”. When your mind registers his words and you glance down at his hand, he removes it, and you can clearly see the outline of his cock bulging from your belly.

This is what makes you both feel close to the edge.

Chan feels he can’t hold out much longer. His hand reaches down where your bodies meet and takes your clit between two fingers, lightly pinching it.

"Are you about to come? Huh? You want to come, don’t you?".

"Please, daddy please." Your eyes are closed and your head thrown back into the pillows, so you don't see the way his face tightens at your words. A loud groan leaves his lips and your walls are painted with white spurts of hot cum. You follow right after him.

You don't realize you've blacked out for a while until you open your eyes and see Chan filling your chest and shoulders with sweet kisses.

He looks at you, and finally his gaze is soft and relaxed, “How was it?” he asks you attentively.

You smile, “Amazing, as always”.

“Good.” He kisses you sweetly on the lips.

Afterward, he takes a warm cloth and cleans you, puts another pair of underwear on you, and one of his shirts simply because he likes to see you wearing his stuff, while he puts on his boxers.

He applies a soothing lotion on your wrists as you talk about how you felt, and finally, he lies down in bed with you, covering both of you with the blanket.

You rest your head on his chest, and the sound of his heartbeat relaxes you as he strokes your hair.

“Was I too rough?” he asks, needing to make sure you don’t feel any pain.

“A bit, but I also liked it because of that”.

"I wasn’t too mean, right? Everything was good?" he's sure you would have told him if it was too much for you, but he still feels the need to hear confirmation from you that everything is okay.

“No, everything was perfect, baby, don't worry," you stroke his side.

“Good," he says, feeling more relaxed, "sleep now." he caresses your shoulder.

You already feel your eyes can't stay open any longer, but you still lift your head to give him a goodnight kiss.

And you fall asleep like that, in each other's arms, in the relaxing silence of the night and the sound of your hearts beating for each other.

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ykulovesocialsux · 10 days ago

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𝐘𝐊𝐔𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋---𝐘𝐊𝐔𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋

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warnings :) nsfw (heavy cursing, sexual themes) unprotected sex, missionary , mating press, model!geto, photographer!reader, black fem reader, not proofread, lowercase intended

minors/ageless blogs do not interact

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you never thought that your client geto suguru would be the sexiest man you had ever laid your eyes on. you've worked with him most of the time from big clothing brands, to little boutiques he was a cool person and your friendship was very flirtatious but this was a whole new level.

being a photographer was a fun and reliable job. shit got hard but it was definitely worth it. especially if you had a view like you did in front of you almost everyday. the black haired man had nothing but his undergarments on. His briefs stopping right below his v line and black trimmed happy trail.

this was a sight to see.

"like something ya' see sweetheart?" he smirked as the makeup artist was doing her last final touches. you rolled your eyes. and you'd definitely be lying if seeing him like this made you feel some type of way. snapping the pictures was easier than expected. it was editing them to be perfect that made everything hard.

having to stare at an image like that. for hours practically had you creaming your pants. light edits were made nothing major he was a handsome man but pesky fly aways from his long hair would not be tolerated on the cover of ELLE magazine.

you felt a hover over your shoulder as you had your laptop propped on your legs. "ya' staring at my dick?" banter like this was normal. he would always pick fights with you after the photoshoot just to make fun and give you a bagel.

but it wouldn't be weird if you actually weren't staring at every crevice of his briefs. "no, that's not professional." he hummed in his response handing you a bagel. his silk robe that has suguru embroidered in the back of it was visible as he took a seat in front of you.

he obviously had a manspreading problem. knees facing from east to west. a visible line of sight to his inner thighs. was this man not wearing any underwear?

still making finishing touches. he opened his mouth to spark a conversation between you two. "whats yer' favorite sex position?" he slightly grinned as he finished off his tea. "i hardly think that's professional."

"since when did you care about being professional?" he had you stopping in your tracks. you grimaced slightly before starting again. "missionary." you went back to editing pictures disregarding his full on rant about how he prefers the mating press position.

"it's way more intimate."

he looked at you with daring eyes he was definitely undressing you visually. "what do you know about being intimate. do you even know were the clit is."

"oh of course i do you wanna go back to my dressing room and find out?"

a long agonizing silence the tension was thick and mighty. rethinking every syllable that came out of his mouth just then. was he being serious? he looked like he wanted to pounce on you right then and there.

obviously if you did commit to this and it got out you wouldnt believe the damage this would cause. not to just both of your careers but you guys companies and agencies you two both work for.

although hero was a overwhelmingly attractive man. and it's not like you weren't thinking about his girth, length, and pace.

"maybe."

"is that a yes hun?"

his replies were fast and snappy. he definitely thought about this conversation before. "i suppose so."

he huffed hot air. leaned forward towards you. a light chuckle coming from his throat. his adam's apple bobbed. "girl you're gonna get me in trouble." he stood in front of you and took two step towards you to stand over you.

he put his hand over the rim of your computer screen and gently closed it shut. he got in your face. "ya real pretty when you're conflicted."

"m' not conflicted now."

that's how you ended up in the situation you were in now. in the missionary position while geto's thrusts were going in and out of you in a fast pace.

this was too much for you. he had a very high stamina. crawling away wasn't working he would only pull me back. a milky white ring formed around the base of his dick. his shaft long, veiny, and shiny. the rhythmic sounds of skin plapping together.

his strong musky scent and the heat for your bodies colliding together in the most intimate way possible is making reach you your climax faster than usual.

"mmph!- fuck!"

"mmyeah? fuck yeah, fuck yeaaas."

you had already reached your limit with this unsustainable mount of pleasure. geto on the other hand, hasn't. he flipped your legs up mating press position. his vigorous pace has started again.

the fucked out expression never leaving your face. your voice was being dragged out. it was raspy with desperation.

"please- mm fuck!"

"shutup and grip my cock with this pussy."

you obeyed. using as much strength as you could to help him cum. his moans and groans got louder and so did yours. behind the tiredness in your eyes deep down you loved this shit.

a couple of weeks later the magazine was published

HEADLINER : GETO SUGURU

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cramathonn · 4 months ago

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Thoughts on Jane and Seth as a couple? And fun headcanons about them if you have any?

Ohoho, heck YEAAAH

I love Jane x Seth, they're so cute

Teasing dom woman and dense af submissive and pure man who she can ABSOLUTELY suplex (he'd let her but not without a fight, would so consider it training)

But like, I had a thought before this one and it was just

"Tom and Jerry but make them humans and Jerry is trans and a dominatrix" – My brain about Jane x Seth

And headcanons about them? Hmm, I think Jane would have a hard time spending time with Seth due to her missions and all, but she would try to make time, absolutely.

Seth would SOOO try to get her to come to his family time weekends. I mean, that's his gf, she's family now so like, family weekends with parents AND hot gf? Sign him up!!!

Seth is also the shyest boyo in the planet. Don't het me wrong, he IS dense as fuck, but once he gets the hint? Oh, he's blushing, oh he's hiding behind his tail and turning around to Jane cannot see his face (she loves seeing him all flushed and shy, that's her recharger, your honor)

I also can see them having sparring dates and training dates. Seth is a very hardworking individual and constantly tries to improve his physical capabilities. Considering that Jane EASILY bested him in their first encounter, he'd obviously want to constantly spar with her like, PLEAAAASE TEACH HIM HOW TO BE NIMBLE ON HIS FEET HE IS BEGGING

NSFW headcanons ahead! So if you're a Minor, please stop here!

Jane if VERY naughty. Like, have you SEEN her trailers??? That woman is the incarnation of Aphrodite AND Dionysus combines (aka she's the incarnation of SEX). So like, she will absolutely go down on Seth. Also, T4T Jane x Seth anyone?

But like, since so many ppl see Jane and Seth as Tom and Jerry, may I offer you transfem Jane, the queen of tucking? Like, Seth had NOOO idea she was trans and when he found out he just found her like, 10x hotter.

Like, imagine your girlfriend, who you know is strong af and sooo fucking cunning, finally tells you she is trans and you just "Omfg my girlfrend is so fucking strong and determined and beautiful and she has such a huge di-"

Seth is a virgin, I'm sorry but that SHOULD be common knowledge between all in the fandom. Like, bro has NO game due to how dense and blunt he is. While Jane has THE game, like, even Belle said she had rizz for fuck's sake! That woman is bisexual hazard in a way that she CAUSES the hazard and is, most possibly, a lot of people's bi awakenings (I just know some poor straight woman is looking at her going like "Wtf, why is she so pretty holy shit I wanna date her" and having to stop and rethink their entire history with sexual and/or romantic attraction)

Either way, Seth is prideful but not in an arrogant way, so I'm having a hard time deciding if he would vehemently deny that he's a virgin or if he would just... Say it. NO WAIT, BETTER OUTCOME. Jane is making out with him and he's so nervous and he has a boner (or his pussy is wet, live your headcanons to the fullest!) and Jane teases him about it and he's so so anxious and nervous and shy and gosh she catches on that it's his first time so quickly and she asks him about it and I can just SEE his ears pressing against his head in shame and him slowly nodding without making eye contact....

Soft first time. Jane is SO caring with him for his first time. Ngl, they probably continue to go soft for the first couple of times before Seth is comfortable with experiencing... But I feel like he would be very vanilla even after experimenting (is also very traditional with the "sex is supposed to be romantic" thought and that almost fucks up his first time until Jane calmed him down through it and just... Told him it doesn't need to be romantic and it can just be a fun and enjoyable activity)

Either way, Jane is kinky af, she was a dominatrix once and you CANNOT take that away from me. She revels when Seth lets her go rough on him and she's like, the queen of aftercare, change my mind

Very healthy couple who respects each other's boundaries. She knows she has to be blunt and very literal with Seth so that he can get things and he kinda appreciates it, since it's not always that people understand his problem with getting social clues or context hints. He hated it at the beginning, thinking Jane was babying him, but he quickly understood that he wouldn't be able to understand her boundaries as well of she didn't do that, so he talked to her that day and thanked her PROFUSELY (they ended up cuddling in bed after that)

#yappingdemon #seth lowell #seth zzz #jane doe zzz #jane x seth #zzz #zenless zone zero #jane doe

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creedslove · 2 years ago

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DESERVE IT - PART TEN

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: you are forced to hear what Manu has to tell you, and a surprise at the office makes you rethink your relationship with Javier

Warnings: hurt, angst, offenses, fluff, mentions of smut, sexual tension, jealousy and more angst

A/N: sorry taking so long, I was sick and I was caught up in a sudden Agent Whiskey vibes that got me distracted from Javi and Joel 🥺

Also, I think it's pretty obvious I have no idea how the DEA office works in the show, so in my story, I picture it as the station of B99 where there's the upper floor department which is the DEA and the lower floor department that it's the station, lol

• PART ONE

• PART TWO

• PART THREE

• PART FOUR

• PART FIVE

• PART SIX

• PART SEVEN

• PART EIGHT

• PART NINE

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When Manu left his home that Sunday morning, he was determined to face the man he hated the most in the world.

He wasn't sure how he began hating that man, but it had something to do with the moment he joined the police enforcement in Colombia.

He was a typical american guy, looking down at everything in Manu's beloved country and always thinking he was above all.

Maybe it was his smug smile, those stupid tight pants as if he'd been trapped for over a decade or how the office girls swooned for him. He hadn't exchanged more than two or three words, but whenever they had some mission concerning Escobar and the DEA dogs, that motherfucker walked around with that attitude, as if he was better than anyone else.

Manu just hated how pretentious he was, how he swore he had all those women on his feet. Most of the time, he did, but the women he had on his feet weren't the kind of women Manu liked. They were usually cheap, easy girls, or literally prostitutes. And then he saw you.

You were possibly the most beautiful woman Manuel had ever seen in his life, you were always sweet and kind to everyone, politeness and efficiency were something everyone from the office noticed, you treated everyone equally… except for maybe Colleen, it was noticeable how you couldn't stand her, but no one could actually blame you as that woman was kind of annoying. Manu watched you from afar every day, since you began working at the station. He liked admiring you, he had never spoken to you, but in his mind, he was sure you were a beautiful person, inside and out. He just didn't understand why you seemed to be attached to Peña's hip, you weren't a cop, you weren't his partner and you certainly weren't his girlfriend, as the word on the street said Peña didn't do relationships.

And yet, you gave him the heart eyes, you were always laughing together and very often you giggled at whatever he had said.

Manu was always confused as to why someone like you, could orbitate around Javier.

Then, Carlos initiated his weird obsession with you. He still went after the girls in the office, but you seemed to linger longer in his mind. One of the reasons was that, just like Manu, he also couldn't stand Javier. And winning one of his girls would be a great victory for him. And also because you never gave Carlos the time of the day, and it drove him mad. Not many women refused him, but you did, so when flirtation didn't work, he turned his aim at you, and tried making you the office's joke, which Manu immediately put an end to it, when he was around at least. He didn't need people gossiping around and distracting themselves from work.

So he just decided not to listen to any of that gossip and remind himself that everything that came from Carlos was pure shit.

And then you were transferred to his department, and when he met you, he knew he'd made the right choice by not letting any gossip about you influence him. You were everything he'd dreamed of in a person and just the fact that you actually took a liking on him, was enough to show Manu that sometimes good things happened.

During your brief relationship, Manu never really liked the fact you were once so close to Javier, but just as he had his own past relationships, you did too, besides, you were always so honest when you said you didn't have anything with him, you two were friends and nothing else, and well, as for Manuel, he had no reasons to doubt you.

He was bothered ever since he woke up the day before, he'd spent a wonderful night with you, you had finally had sex, he was staying at your house and that must've been a big deal, right? But once he woke up, he heard you whimpering and moaning in his sleep. He smirked happily, assuming you were dreaming of him and possibly wanted another round of him.

So he trailed kisses around your neck and your shoulder, which you sleepily welcomed with more moans, but then he heard Javier's name coming out of your lips.

Manu didn't really believe it at first, he must have misheard what you said, and even after he questioned you and you explained yourself saying you were just telling him good morning. Once again, he believed you, he had no reasons to doubt you after all.

Then when you both got to the barbecue, he couldn't help but have that characteristic feeling of hatred and anger spreading through his body. The mere presence of Javier caused that. Everything about that guy bothered him, made his skin crawl and the fact he kept his stupid, ridiculous sunglasses on all the time pretending he wasn't eye fucking you, was driving him insane.

Manu couldn't lie about the fact he was a little disappointed when you asked him to go home, he loved every minute of the night you had spent together and every fiber of his body was longing for a repetition of that, he wanted to do it again, to have you lost in his arms, being in so much pleasure you couldn't help but being loud as hell. However, he didn't want to overstay, if you were asking him to leave you had a good reason, and for the third time, Manuel Herrera believed in you because he had no other reason not to.

When he woke up that Sunday morning, he sighed as the side of the bed you were supposed to take as your own was cold and empty. He hoped he could wake up to your sleepy, smiley face, but that was not happening. He got up and made himself breakfast, taking his time to think about your relationship and smiled at himself, he had something good going on and he wanted to assure things would continue that way. An idea crossed his mind and after debating it with himself, he decided to do it, as there was a slim, but consistent possibility it would work out.

He saw himself driving to the place of the guy he hated the most in the whole wide world: Javier Peña.

At first he hadn't planned it very well, but it was something pretty simple, he was going to talk to Javier in a straightforward way, no beating around the bush, he was just going to straightforward ask Javier to leave you alone once for all.

He wasn't trying to control your friendships, but he didn't trust Javier and since you seemed to have been so vulnerable towards him, he thought it could be a nice request, a fair request, even. Especially since Javier had been treating you like shit for months, Manu thought it would be a decent idea. First he was going to knock on his door, have a chat with him and then he would go to your apartment, kiss you on the lips and take you out for lunch.

He stood in front of Javier's door, knocking on it and as soon as the door opened, he recited the words he'd rehearsed in his mind, until he went completely silent at the image of you, standing there, naked underneath that shirt and Manu's world was forever changed by that.

At first, it took him a split second to recognize you, he'd eyed first the naked legs and only then his gaze went up until the confirmation of who it was hit him harder than a train running right off the track. His first assumption was that it was just another hooker opening the door, but when he realized it was no one but his own girlfriend, it felt like the ground had disappeared from under his feet.

"Manu?" You whispered in shock, he was literally the last person you thought that would knock on Javier's door. You were even holding his badge, being sure Javi himself returned to get it, but not your boyfriend. He just stood there, with a shocked and horrid expression, he didn't dare say a single word, instead he saw as your lower lip trembled and your eyes immediately filled with tears.

"Manu" his name was nothing but a ghostly whisper coming out of your lips "I'm so sorry…" you began your apologies but he didn't want to hear any of it.

He ran his hands through his hair, in frustration, pain, heartbreak.

"How long, Y/N?" His voice was steady, he really thought it was going to break, show you how gutted he really was, but to his own surprise, it came out as emotionless as it could be.

"Manu, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for anything to happen, I was gonna go and talk to you later today, explain to you what's happening, I know I hurt you, but I don't want you to hate me…"

The way he stood there, not moving, not speaking, just staring at you was worse than if he was throwing a scene. So far, you had only met the good side of him, the side that was docile and sweet, you had no idea how he'd react to the shock of catching you red-handed.

"How long, Y/N?" He repeated himself "how long have you been double dealing like that? How long have you been cheating on me with Peña?!" He raised his voice and grabbed you by the arm. His grip wasn't painful but it was strong enough so you couldn't simply break free from it.

He took you inside Javier's apartment and closed the door, not wanting the neighbors to experience that scene.

"I-I haven't been with Javier for long… it happened last night, but I was gonna talk to you Manu, I swear. You are a great guy, and you deserve someone good to you, someone who doesn't hurt your feelings and can love you…" you explained, as you couldn't control your sobs, too many feelings flooding you all at once, finally the guilt and shame you had been lacking appeared. It was completely different now, at the light of the day. During the night, you'd been so caught on in your feelings for Javier, he was arms length close to you, he was right there, you couldn't resist, and your boyfriend… well, at that moment he was just an idea, a thought pushed away to the back of your mind. But now, Manu stood there, flesh and bone, right in front of you, anger and disappointment all aimed at you, and he was right in every single aspect. What you did to him was inexcusable, you couldn't even try to justify… what could you tell him? You couldn't resist Javier? You were carried away in the moment? You loved Javier and the whole reason why you dated Manu in the first place was because he made you forget your heart break for a little while? Would all those excuses be enough for you if the roles were reversed and you just found out your boyfriend had spent the night with the woman you hated the most in the world? You knew it wasn't enough.

"Ay, eres tan dulce!" He scoffed and looked at you, before turning around and taking a good look at the apartment "even when you were bouncing on Peña's cock you were still worried about my feelings… aren't you a great girlfriend?"

"I'm so sorry Manu, I never meant to hurt you, I really care for you, but we are not right for each other.."

"I'll give you one on that, querida, we are definitely not right for each other, because unlike your new boyfriend, I don't go out with whores" he said in a low voice "you know, Carlos always said you were one of those, a whore, a tiny little stupid girl who ran after Peña like a puppy with stupid heart eyes in hopes one day he would pay the slightest attention to you, and I always thought he was wrong… but now, I see he was absolutely right. I just came over to have a small chat with him, about you, by the way! So he would leave you alone, and I find you here, playing housewife, cleaning up after his mess, look at the way you are dressed, for fuck's sake, I've seen Peña pick up prostitutes wearing more clothes than you are right now! But I guess Carlos was right, you are not only a bitch, Y/N, but a real stupid one… out of all the men you could get involved with, you go and choose Peña?!" Manu laughed softly "I don't usually have hard feelings, and to be honest, if I could I'd wish you to be happy with him, but the problem is that I know you won't. Because he is an asshole, he's a manwhore, and you and your tight little pussy aren't gonna be able to keep him to yourself much longer, eventually he'll grow tired of you, and he'll go after other whores to seek the pleasure you won't be able to give him any longer, so I just know for a fact you won't be happy with him, but it's fine by me, because you deserve every single heartbreak he's gonna put you through, Y/N" Manu said giving you one last glance, a glance full of despise and walked out the door, leaving you alone with your guilt.

Now, if Manu had slapped you across the face, or kicked you in the guts it would've probably hurt less than his words.

You knew he was right, you couldn't even try and argue, he was just right. You had played with his feelings, used him in order to feel better about yourself and pretty much just to make Javier jealous.

You felt so ashamed of yourself and you wanted to curl up in some corner and disappear, everything he'd told you echoed through your mind. You didn't regret your night with Javi, not in a million of years, but now you saw you could have handled things better, not only that, you should have handled things better, that was the bare minimum. Manu never deserved the heartache you put him through and you would live with the guilt of that.

You walked back to his bed and curled up under the blanket, you wanted him there, you wanted to assure yourself he was real, what you two had was something worth screwing up your relationship for, but at the same time your ex's words were haunting you. Was Manu really right? At some point, would Javi just get tired of you?

You didn't know when you fell asleep, but you certainly did so while you were still crying, and only at the smell of Javier as you buried your face into your pillow was able to calm you down.

•••

Now, Javier was annoyed.

He wasn't just annoyed, he was pissed off. If he were trapped in a room with Steve Murphy and Pablo Escobar chances were he would shoot Murphy.

Javi felt he had been ripped off a dream, he'd spent the perfect night with you, the woman he loved and craved and he had made plans to spend the perfect day with you.

He would bring you breakfast in bed, sit next to you and enjoy your company, maybe share a cigarette with you. Then, he would invite you to shower and play with your tight, sweet and beautiful pussy there, kiss your body and soap all over it, so his hand would be a lot slippery when he explored your body.

Taking you to bed, he would probably rail you, and god, he wouldn't save any of his fantasies, he would have you on top of him, doggy style, topping you, it didn't matter, he just wanted your body against his, he wanted to spill inside of you and keep you to himself.

Then, as a gentleman, Javi would take you out on a date and finish this perfect Sunday buried balls deep inside of you once more. But then, Steve began knocking on his door like a madman demanding Javi to go check on La Quica information that led to nothing and deprived him from a whole day of you.

He wondered what you were up to, though. As he drove through the streets of Colombia and pretended to hear Murphy's words, as he blabbered about his wife, his kid and his life. But Javi's mind… ohh that was elsewhere.

He licked his lips and focused ahead, but all he could think of was you. He wondered if you went back to your place, if you'd changed clothes… what if you were on his bed, legs spread and fingering yourself thinking of him? The thought made him groan and his jeans get a little tighter.

"Wow, pay attention, man!!!" Steve suddenly said as Javi had run the red light and nearly hit another car.

"Jesus… sorry" Javier mumbled as he got back to his senses, your sweet pussy nearly got him killed, he smirked at himself.

It didn't take much longer to get home, he was just so eager to see you. Javi was convinced you were getting ready for your date, maybe he should have bought you some flowers? He wasn't sure, he hadn't been on a date in ages, what if you didn't like flowers? Was it possible? Women usually liked flowers. He could always get some on your way to the restaurant, it didn't really matter, he just wanted to be near you.

He barely paid attention to Steve saying his goodbyes and got into his apartment. He knocked on your door first, but as he had no replies, he went to his own, maybe you were still there.

He silently walked inside, and headed to his bedroom, he called you in a low voice but didn't get an answer, he didn't like that silence and closed his eyes, allowing himself to be taken back to his pop's ranch, he was sure he would never be welcomed by silence, instead there would always be music, laughter and giggles, coming from his loving wife, you and your babies.

He shook his head, he couldn't keep having these thoughts, it was too damn early for that, he didn't even know if you relationship would last. He wanted to, of course, but he also knew you deserved better, so if you ever found someone really good and would like to be with the new guy, Javi was sure nothing could be done.

But those self loathing thoughts died the moment he found you in his bed. You were still in his shirt and his heart clenched at the image.

You were just so relaxed, so gorgeous, and he smiled at himself. It felt like a whiff of new air, leaving the suffocating feeling he constantly had in his life, his job and just going home to something good. Suddenly he understood what his dad meant, fuck, he understood what Steve meant. It was about having something to come back home to.

Javi got rid of his shoes and sat next to the edge of the bed, he admired you, your hair, your body. You were everything Javier ever wished for, and he was aware it was too much for him, but it didn't matter at that time.

His hand went for your hair, caressing it gently, seeing how you barely moved in your sleep. His hand ran down your back this time, he stroked you over the shirt, and saw how it rolled up, exposing your cheeks. He bit his lips, your ass was so perfect, so gorgeous, inviting, it was a sight that would always drive him insane, but at that very moment, he didn't want to touch you inappropriately, he wanted to feel you closer. He lowered his body and sank his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent, it smelled like home to him. Javier chuckled at himself at how pathetic he was, you definitely put him under your spell and he loved every single minute of it.

When Javi wrapped his arm around you, you shifted and raised yourself startled as you didn't even remember falling asleep in the first place.

You turned around and saw him, he looked puzzled, confused even, but you didn't care. You just threw your arms around his neck and pulled you for a real tight hug. You tried controlling your tears, but it was hard. That heaviness in your chest wouldn't go away, it seemed every time you took your breath something stung inside and it was like a pool of tears were being contained by a thin curtain that was about to burst at any minute.

Javi just held you, keeping you in his embrace as tight as he could, though he immediately demanded to know what was going on. Through his mind the worst possible scenarios ran freely, he gulped thinking of what could've happened to you, fuck, for a moment he feared even someone from Los Pepes had tried to harm you in any way, but when your shaky, low voice professed the name of your now, ex-boyfriend, everything made sense.

Truth was, Javier was so drunk in love, he spent his afternoon living in a world where only you and him mattered and only you and him were a couple. No one else existed, no else was in the picture, so of course he forgot about Manu's pathetic existence, and consequently, also forgot you were going to talk to him.

"Shit baby, what happened? Did he hurt you? Did that motherfucker harm you? If he touched a strand of your hair I'll go over there and I'll fucking kill him!!!" Javier raged, though you didn't seem physically bad, he didn't trust Manuel at all. But your head shook and your grip got tighter around his body, in a clear sign you didn't want him to leave at all.

So he patiently waited. He rubbed your back, pulling you so close you were now on his lap again, and for the sweet coincidence of having you on top of him like that for the second time in less than twenty four hours, he smiled. With the exception that this time you were the one who needed to be comforted.

And eventually you started talking.

You told him in details, how you noticed Javi had forgotten his badge and you were just so sure he was the one knocking on the door. You told him about Manu's shock, how silent he was, until how he crushed you with his words.

But you didn't stop there, you looked into Javier's eyes, not hiding your tears and told him how every single word Manu had told you was right, how guilty you felt and his heart shattered, as he had no clue on how he could help you.

Javi cupped your cheeks, wiping your tears with his long fingers and pecked your forehead.

"Guilt is painful too, when you have conscious, it hurts to deceive someone you care about. I'm sorry it is eating you up alive, cariño, but the damage is done and all I can tell you is that I'm here for you… maybe it's too soon, maybe it's stupid but if you want to try, I want to try, we can make something out of this situation… maybe what he talked about last night, about the ranch, about leaving our jobs, maybe it could happen.."

Javier's eyes were so hopeful, so full of expectation you couldn't even believe in yourself. It was just too much, too many feelings overwhelming you, crushing you and he was there, wanting to date you.

Oh my god, the date.

You were supposed to go on a date with Javi, and there you were, crying your eyes out because your ex barked a few mean words to you.

You felt so angry and so tired, you could feel another wave of hot tears threatening to spill from your eyes, but his soft touch snapped you out of your crisis.

"Come on, princesa, let me get you home" he said in a calm voice, helping you out of his bed and crossing the hallway with you. It was funny how close you two were living and how easy it was to just come and go.

He closed the door to your apartment behind him and once more cupped your cheeks, holding your head in place and making you pay attention to him.

"You need to rest, you're too nervous… it's just a lot of emotions, I ain't no expert, but I guess it is making you suffer, so you should take a shower, put on some of your own clothes…" he pointed at his own shirt that covered so little of your beautiful body "we can just go on our date tomorrow or some other day, there's no pressure… I can also stay tonight, or not… you can think about that while you shower" his voice was calm and he just walked you to your room, opening the wardrobe and picking you something he thought you would enjoy wearing.

That was some domestic Javier Peña you didn't think you would ever witness. It made your heart warm, melting slowly and you suddenly felt like your chest had been cleared away, like a wave of good, positive feelings were going through your veins and for a brief second, that known feeling everything would be alright.

You didn't even bother looking at the clothes he pick vced for you, instead, you just got rid of his shirt.

"Javi?" You whispered and waited as he turned around, you rested your arms on the side of your full naked body, a little nervous, not sure what to do with them, as Javier stopped everything he was doing and stared at your gorgeous, naked body.

He had touched you, and he had eaten you out, sure, but it was dark the night before, he'd seen you but not as explicit as he was at that moment, and he loved it.

He could feel his cock twitching in his pants and didn't hesitate in walking to you, arms around you, pulling you for a deep kiss.

You corresponded to it, wanting his body on yours. It wasn't enough, you were craving him just as much as he craved you.

"I want you to shower with me, Javi… please" you begged against his lips, though you knew you didn't have to beg, he would take you right there and then if it were to him.

As you helped him undress, you both jumped at the phone ringing.

You ignored it at first, your hands unbuttoning his painfully see through white shirt, giggling as you kissed along his jawline and down his neck.

But then the phone rang again, and again and at some point, Javier sighed annoyed and broke the kiss, walking to your living room and picking it up. He didn't care if it was your mom, your dad, your sister or Pablo Escobar calling you, he didn't make any efforts to sound remotely polite, he just wanted whoever was calling you to stop.

"Oh, hello agent Peña… I've been calling your apartment but I had a gut feeling you would pick up Y/N's phone…" Manu's voice greeted the man with a sinister excitement, he sounded way too happy for someone who had just found out he'd been cheated on.

"Anyway, I'm sorry to interrupt your night, but as Y/N might have mentioned, I got the evening shift at the station tonight and we made an arrest… now our prisoner is asking specifically for you, to see if you can help with the release"

Javier's blood ran cold.

What if they'd arrested someone from Los Pepes, that would explain why that son of a bitch was probably grinning as he talked on the phone. In fact, the whole call was weird, it sounded like a trap to begin with, but he'd called and asked for Javier himself, and not for you… so he didn't really think Manu would try and do something against him, then yes, you confirmed he had the evening shift that Sunday, which meant he might have been telling the truth.

And it also meant Javier would only find out when he got there.

At first he said no when you insisted on going with him, even if Manu had come up with an evil plan, Javi was driving towards the office, there was no problem, there were always so many people no matter what time of the day, so he couldn't really try to do anything against him. But Javier wasn't comfortable with the situation, what if it was indeed someone from Los Pepes, he didn't want you to see it, to witness it… it was humiliating, embarrassing even. But then you gave him those beautiful puppy eyes of yours and he had to give in, he always did when you begged him right.

As you both arrived not later than 30 minutes, you both saw Manu waiting at the door, he was in his full uniform and smiling big as he realized you'd come along. Just like he had planned.

He greeted you both good evening, which was ignored as Javier rushed inside, getting to the cells as fast as possible, you followed him right behind, being also tense and curious to know who was the mysterious prisoner.

"So, as I was trying to say, the prisoner is an old friend of yours, Agent Peña…" Manuel couldn't hide his excitement as the two of you stood in silence.

"JAVIIIII!!!" a squeaky voice came from the inside of the cell, where the prostitute was being held.

"G-Gabi?" Javier stuttered, swallowing hard as he looked from you to the woman.

Gabriela used to be his favorite girl to go to when he needed a hand… or a mouth… or any other part really. He'd spent quite a lot on her services over the years and the two of them had the closest thing Javier could call a relationship before you came along. He'd paid for her services, enjoy them and she would still linger around for a cigarette or two, there was even a time she ended up falling asleep next to him, and they only woke up in the morning, and of course, she didn't charge any extras.

Manu saw your jealousy expression and felt so much joy. He had predicted Javier would screw things up with you, but he just had no idea of how fast he would do it. Even if Manu was enjoying every single second of it, even he thought it was kind of ridiculous how quick your fantasy of living a happy life with Javier was falling into pieces. Because even if he did get his shit together - which Manu and everyone, even you deep down, doubt it, would you still be able to deal with his past?

Manuel grabbed the key and opened the cell "here it is, the person you requested, ma'am" he bit his lip to try to hide the smile the moment Gabi dramatically wrapped herself around Javier's neck and began crying into his shirt, telling him a sob story of how one of her clients refused to pay so the situation turned into a whole scene and the cops were called and she was arrested even if it was unfair.

Your stomach churned at the scene and you tried your best to remind yourself Javier had a life before you, a very busy one, but would that be frequent? From time to time you'd have to handle ghosts from this past like that?

When that that woman who knew your man better than you did, intimately, more than you did, wrapped her arms around his neck, you knew you had enough for the night, not only for that, but for the whole weekend.

You turned around and walked out of the station.

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A/N: so I guess Manu's "revenge" was pretty satisfying, wasn't it? I told you guys I wouldn't turn him into a bad guy, and idk to me he had all the right to call reader that way and he could've done it even worse but I guess he's just a good guy after all. And then he had a little help from destiny and now we gotta wait and see what happens next!!! Tell me what you guys think of this chapter besties ❤️

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moonstruckme · 1 year ago

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IN a week - what I’ve never seen in a Steve 80’s pop star AU!!! his hair? joes actual voice? THE FACE? He’s always giving pop star to me

Yessss thanks sm for requesting honey!

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popstar!Steve x fem!reader ♡ 705 words

“Oh wow.” You swipe a magazine from the rack by the checkout. “The sexual exploits of heartthrob Steve Harringon? Inside source tells all?” You raise an eyebrow at your boyfriend. “Stevie, is there anything you’d like to tell me? Has Robin sold you out?”

“She would,” Steve allows, not even looking at the magazine as he sets your groceries on the conveyor belt. Nancy has told him a million times to not risk being out in public like this, but he says he misses the mundanity of it. I just want to go to the mall and shit like that with my girlfriend, that shouldn’t be a big ask. So they’d compromised; Steve sacrifices the volume of his hair every time he goes out by squishing it under a baseball cap, and Nancy gets the peace of mind knowing that there’s no chance of her most big-time client being recognized while his hair (practically trademarked, at this point) is covered. “But she has even more fun with feeding them ridiculous stories. She says my real life is too boring.” He wraps his arm around you, drawing you away from the magazine rack. “Monogamy, you know?”

“Such a drag,” you agree, gratified when he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Wanna see what she told them?”

Steve makes a noncommittal humming sound, but he leans over to watch as you leaf through to find his page. “Ooh, this is a good picture of you, babe.” Steve winks at you from the page, skin glossy and laminate. “Okay, so you slept with every single girl at Hawkins High while you were there, you…apparently had a very passionate fling with an heiress on vacation in Bora Bora, and you were found in a closet, completely naked with two girls at a party…in uptown?” You gawp at him, feigning betrayal. “Stevie, was that the party last week? When did you slip away?”

He jostles you by the shoulder. “Shut up.”

“You’re so sweet to me. Hey, look—” you pick up another magazine, reading off the cover, “The seven-step regiment Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington doesn’t want you to know.”

“You’re joking.” He scrambles to see over your shoulder, and you laugh, showing it to him.

“I am,” you confess, and Steve actually sighs in relief. “It says five steps.”

“Suckers,” he scoffs. “Don’t fuck with me like that, babe, that’s my income you’re joking about.”

You laugh again, reaching up to take his hand where it’s slung over your shoulder. “Don’t sell yourself short,” you say, intertwining your fingers. “It’s only like, ninety percent of your income. You’ve got some talent.”

Steve looks at you, eyebrows rising nearly to the brim of his hat. “Oh yeah? Changing our tune from the car this morning, are we?”

You scoff, but he only wrestles you closer, pulling you tight against his side. “I didn’t say you were a bad singer, I said you couldn’t hit the same notes as Madonna.”

“But I did,” he says smugly, taking out his wallet as you approach the checkout.

“Well, you tried.”

Steve hums disappointedly. “M’gonna have to rethink all these free, private concerts if my audience doesn’t appreciate them,” he says.

You smother a laugh, pressing a hand to your chest in a show of dismay. “What? No, please, Mr. Harrington, you can’t do that. I’m your biggest fan!”

“Harrington?” The cashier, a man not much older than you or Steve, looks up from the groceries. “Like, Steve Harrington?”

Steve tenses, and you feel instantly guilty for your dramatics. “Yup,” you say quickly. “I’m a big fan of his.”

The man nods. “Me too. Heard he’s back in town for a bit.”

“You don’t say.”

“Yeah, but I mean, we probably won’t be seeing him around much,” he says matter-of-factly, shrugging his shoulders. Steve looks down as subtly as he can, hiding his face under the brim of his cap. “When you get that famous, you can’t just be going out in public like the rest of us. Poor dude would probably get mobbed.”

“Probably,” you agree, smiling as you squeeze Steve’s hand in your grip. He sneaks his other hand to your waist where the cashier can’t see, pinching scoldingly at your side. “Wouldn’t want that.”

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 2 years ago

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The Truth Comes Out 👀💕

Summary; You and Eddie despise each other. That's all there is to your feelings... Or so you both tell yourselves.

Warnings; Mean Eddie, enemies to lovers, angst, fighting, jealousy, fluff. Murray works his magic 😋 18+, this is a longish fic so get comfy and enjoy ❤️

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Eddie Munson's stupidly cute face is all you can see as you head into Hawkins High.

Some days his big brown eyes and dimples were cute and gave you butterflies much to your horror.

Other times you wanted to wipe the smirk from his face and couldn't stand the sight of him.

It was a toss what one you felt on the day.

Today it was the latter as you were sure that he was put on this earth to annoy the hell out of you.

"Hey, princess, miss me?" he grins and falls into step beside you. His fingers graze over your back and shiver in delight.

He knew how to push your buttons as you did for him- in every single way.

He could be an asshole though, sometimes his disdain was so apparent, his barbs clipped and to the point that it did hurt.

Sometimes he made you cry, sometimes he made you so mad that you couldn't speak.

"Hey, princess. Been a viper witch to anyone else today?" you ignore him. His barbs were not going to rile you up today.

"Get lost, Munson. I'm not listening to your bullshit today" he looks delighted at your venom and smiles, all dimples. Those fucking dimples.

Why did the asshat have to be so attractive??

"Meow, the princess has claws, who's on your shitlist today? What for? Someone step into your precious light while you were preening yourself?"

You whip around and his goofy smirk annoys you even more.

"I like to look good, don't see any problem with that Munson. Have any dates recently that weren't with your own hand?"

This makes him laugh which disarms you. Shit, you hated when he did that, except one thing then he does another.

"Aww, sweetheart. You like to think about me all hot and bothered and a moaning mess huh?" his eyes dance with mischief and you open your mouth then close it again fuming he has you tongue tied.

"Cat got your tongue?" he asks innocently and you meet his gaze. His big brown eyes darken for a second.

"Wouldn't you like to know who I think about huh?" he whispers in your ear huskily and you stubbornly look away.

"As if" jealousy burns in your gut and you will it away furious at yourself.

"Hmm lucky it isn't you then" he shrugs and you ignore the way your heart sinks at that comment.

"Likewise Munson" you snap and push your way past him.

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"I hate him Chrissy! I hate him" you say for the third time at lunch and Chrissy who is ever patient actually grins.

"There's a thin line between love and hate" she jokes and you groan at her hints.

"Babe, for the last time there is no sexual tension between Eddie and me. He can't stand me and I can't stand him"

"Mmm so when he was crushing on Jessica Martin for like a week and you were like a wounded puppy until he grew bored of her and started teasing you again"

You don't dignify that with a response as it was over a year ago.

"Or when you dated Brandon for two weeks and Eddie "accidentally" threw the basketball in Brandon's face when he broke up with you for Mia and was gloating about it"

You try to come up with a retort but Jason is suddenly in your line of view looking as arrogant and pompous as ever.

He had been following you around the last week and trying to get you to agree to go out with him and you weren't interested.

"Hey, so have you thought anymore on my date proposition?" he looks so smug and that annoys you because he always thinks he can get what he want by flashing money and status and it is so off putting.

"Like I told you already. No thank you" his eyebrows knit in confusion.

"Babe, I really need you to rethink that" honestly who does this douchebag think he is?

"I've told you like a hundred times this week Jason, I am not interested in going out with you so will you please stop bugging me about this" his happy smile fades and he lays a hand on your shoulder.

The other basketball players are snickering and Jason flushes.

"You'll regret turning me down bitch" he storms off and you breathe a sigh of relief but have slight trepidation on what he will do.

Was this really over? You catch Eddie's eye who seemed to be watching, gaze full of anger and you wonder what's up with him?

More worryingly what will Jason do?

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Jason was still fuming when he caught up with you later that day.

Cheer practice had just finished and you were the last one in the locker room. When Jason walked in your heart began to race.

"How dare you knock me back like that? In front of everyone. You think you're really something huh?" his hand tightens on your arm and you try to wrestle out of his grip.

"Leave me alone!" you snap attempting to stamp down hard on his foot but it doesn't quite connect. He pushes you away and you collide with the lockers.

"Asshole" you call after him and wince as you get up. There's a bruise on your arm where Jason's fingers dug in and out and you wince clutching your side.

You make your way out of the locker room, eyes burning with tears that you try to hold back.

Then you see Eddie outside by his van and you groan. Great, the perfect end to a perfect fucking day.

His eyes light up when they see you, no doubt he wants to annoy you to death.

"Not in the mood Munson" he smirks as he catches up to you.

"Aww did you break a nail during cheer practice sweetheart? Could have Carver kiss you all better, saw him hanging over you like a prick"

You whirl around and warn him.

"Don't mention him to me" he gives you a mocking grin.

"Thought you'd be all over that asshole. Preppy douche, little princess has such ring to it huh. You can live in happy vapid harmony?" the tears come again and you lash out.

"Just leave me alone Munson. Fuck off back to your hell hole and leave me alone" he glares at you and you reach your car but open the door too quickly in your haste to get some peace and it hits your arm and sore hip.

"Ahh! Shit!" pain shoots up your body and you wipe away the tears that fall down your cheeks.

"Shit. Hey, you okay?" Eddie asks gently and you shake your head.

"No, I'm not" his eyes trail over your body and he zeroes in on the bruise, that looks even worse out in the light.

"Did Carver do that to you?" he grits his teeth, his jaw tense and eyes narrowed.

"You make it a mission to make me cry on a daily basis or piss me off. Don't act so high and mighty" he looks at you swallowing hard.

"I make you cry?" you swear under your breath.

"Like once" you turn away and he takes hold of your bruise-free arm.

"I don't mean to make you cry, he sucks in a breath, did he do this?" he asks once more and you know he isn't fucking around because this is the angriest you have ever seen him and you nod.

"I can handle myself, Carver just doesn't like being told no" Eddie looks like he wants to say more but he stops as Gareth calls him for band practice and he chances one last look at you before leaving.

❤️

The next day all hell breaks loose, you don't realise it at first as you are busy with cheer practice but as you head with Chrissy to lunch you hear the commotion before you can see it.

Or rather you hear Dustin.

"Yeah! Kick his ass, Eddie!" you chance a look with Chrissy and head inside.

Eddie and Jason are in the middle of a fight and Eddie is holding his own, Jason already has a black eye and Eddie's knuckles are bleeding.

Why the heck was he fighting Jason. You glance at Chrissy who has a knowing look in her eyes.

"Like, she would ever go for you, Munson! You're trailer park trash freak! You'll be just like daddy!" Jason screams at Eddie who lunges at him.

"Now do you believe me when I tell you Eddie is crazy about you?" Chrissy asks you but you want to stop him from getting hurt and don't answer.

"Let go of him Jason" you push Jason back who snorts.

"Well, what do you know Munson? Maybe you can keep her as a little slut after all" you slap Jason hard across the face and Hellfire howl with laughter at Jason clutching his cheek.

At that point, someone must have called Chief Hopper because he comes in gathering up Eddie and Jason.

You head in with Eddie before he can argue because you know Jason will try and pin all the blame on him and no way was that happening.

❤️

At the station, Eddie and Jason argue about what happened.

"The freak just attacked me" Jason pouts and you roll your eyes at his obvious lying, he must think Hopper is an idiot.

Anyone who knows Hopper knows he's a smart guy and can see straight through bullshit.

"Is that true Eddie?" Eddie shakes his head and jerks his thumb in Jason's directions.

"Look at that bruise on her arm, he gestures to you. This douchebag was bragging about doing it. Shutting her up by...by making her mouth useful for something, also he was ragging on Hellfire that was the main reason"

You get the implications of what Jason meant and glower at Jason.

"You don't want to come near me with your dick," you tell him sweetly but with malice. ''I bite"

Hopper hides his smirk but the other two cops don't.

"Carver. Make a threat like that again and your ass is in jail. Don't care who your daddy is are we clear?" Jason gulps and nods, then storms off.

"Eddie, for god's sake son try and stay out of trouble. I know Carver is a dick with you but I would hate to have to throw you in jail for assault". Hopper tells Eddie seriously.

Eddie nods.

"I didn't ask you to do anything Eddie, I don't need you fighting my battles for me. You're hurt, I didn't want that" you gesture to his bruised eye and bust lip after his fight with Jason.

He scoffs. "Get over yourself miss high and mighty, he was ragging on Hellfire and I snapped. Was sick of his bullshit. Kay?"

You know he is lying, Jason constantly rags on Hellfire and Eddie riles the shit out of the dude but it's never turned violent, Eddie doesn't resort to violence so it's not the only reason.

"Why can't you just admit the truth?" you hiss at him while holding up the ice pack to his head. You're both unaware of the audience you have, even Hopper looks entertained.

Murray however is the one who is listening with his head in his hands and trying to bite back whatever he wants to say.

Like that will last long.

"Will you shut the hell up for five minutes my head is pounding" he whines and you are about to retort back when Murray steps up.

"Enough!" you jump as he stands up and Eddie winces.

"Jesus h Christ dude. Volume control" he snaps and Murray rolls his eyes.

"How about both of you spare me the bullshit and all of us the headache and you both admit that you're in love with each other and find an empty room"

Both you and Eddie get up at the same time shouting at Murray that he's wrong, clearly delusional or his Vodka has messed with his brain.

"You're crazy dude. She drives me fucking nuts, acting like some prissy, primped up princess" you glare at him.

"Yeah and like I would want you, Munson! How long have you been in high school again?" he sneers at your comment and steps closer.

"Well at least I'm not a vapid, self-centred raging bitch" Murray holds his hands up and gestures to you both.

"Spare me, spare me, spare me! The whole hating each other schtick is bullshit! Honey, we all see the lovesick way you look at him and he looks at you" you're about to protest when Murray butts in.

"Nuh uh! Zip it lovebirds. You think a guy who hates you is gonna stand up for you like that?" Eddie shakes his head weakly.

"I told you he was ragging me about Hellfire"

Murray takes both of you by the arm and gives you a big cheesy grin.

"Like I told you both, cut the bullshit. Spare us long-suffering residents of Hawkins the headache, go off and find an empty room and get it over with" he yells the last part as he pushes you both out the police station.

"Rude much!" you yell at his back as he gives you and Eddie a little wave then slams the door shut in your faces.

You gape at the door and as if even the weather is against you today the heavens open and it begins to rain. Droplets bounce on the windows of the station and Eddie grabs your arm as he pulls you into his van.

"Shit" he shakes his head and you shiver beside him.

"Can we go somewhere warm? I'm freezing" he nods and begins to drive. The rest of the ride is silent as you both mull over what Murray said.

Eddie doesn't want you. Not like that. You had kept your feelings for him locked deep down because if he found out he would tesse the shit out of you and his rejection would hurt.

He drives you to his trailer where he and his uncle live and mutters sarcastically as he opens the door for you.

"Welcome to my castle" you thank him and are extremely grateful to be in the warmth, Eddie's heating in the van helped a little but you were still cold.

For a second you take in the trailer, the mugs and caps lined on the wall, which make you smile. Even more so when you find a Garfield mug.

"Yeah, that's mine" Eddie tells you and that makes you smile harder.

"I love Garfield" he raises his eyebrows in surprise but the little moment between you two breaks as you sneeze.

"Shit! do you have spare clothes with you?" you nod and grab your bag as Eddie gestures for you to change in his room, he grabs some clothes for himself then leaves you in privacy to change.

This is your first time in Eddie's room and you look around in awe as you change as quick as possible.

The guitar that is in pride of place in the room is a thing of beauty, you knew he was in a band called Corroded Coffin.

There's a moment to his band where sine people have signed, it looks like a battle of the bands type of thing. Your stomach clenches when you see Tammy Thompson's name scrawled on there and scowl.

"Didn't realise Tammy was a fan of you" you call out to Eddie who sniggers.

"Yeah, uh she asked me out on a date that was more like a music related meet up. Sung for me" he comes in throwing you a towel to dry your hair.

"What happened?" now you're curious. He makes a face.

"She was nice and all but her voice... he shudders, we didn't click at all" you hate how much you like that news.

"Your guitar is cool" he beams at your compliment and joins you looking at the guitar.

"Isn't she? Hello sweetheart. You're beautiful aren't you" he presses his fingers to his lips, kisses them and then places his fingers on the guitar.

"You warmer now?" he inquires then upon looking at your still shivering form he pulls you to him and explains as you question him.

"Body heat. It will warm you up faster" yeah you had heard of that.

"I thought you had to be naked?" it flusters you when his eyes darken deliciously and heady tension fills the air.

"Uh, yeah apparently" he runs his hand through his hair and you giggle.

"Easy Munson, I'm not going to seduce you or some shit. I'm not your type, I know that" there's a moment of silence and then he speaks so very quietly.

"Yeah, you are" you stop and look at him hardly daring to believe what you've heard.

"I know you wouldn't want to date me kay? I made peace with that a long time ago and it's easier to annoy and piss you off, bury what I feel"

You feel butterflies as you move closer to him and reach up to caress his cheek.

"You're a dumbass Eddie Munson" before he can speak in outrage you kiss him, the argument does in his throat as he kisses you back hungrily.

"Yesterday you told me you didn't think of me like that" you repeat back his words and he cringes.

"I was talking through my ass sweetheart. You annoy the shit outta me but you're all I think about" your eyes close as you feel his lips press to yours and he pulls you tightly against him.

"I feel the same way about you Eddie" he strokes your hair and grins all cocky.

"Bout time you admitted it princess?" you shove his shoulder giggling as he kisses you again.

"Cocky ass... hey Eddie? I'm still a little wet" he moans softly as you trail kisses from the tattoo peeking out on his chest all the way up to his neck, then jaw then his lips.

"Oh yeah?" you nod loving his reaction as he grows more and more aroused, the thought of it makes your body tingle.

"What was it we discussed earlier about warming up" in seconds he has you pressed up on the bed and you shriek with laughter as your limbs tangle together.

❤️

From the moment you woke up in Eddie's arms that morning everything felt blissful. His lips caressing your neck as his hand moved between your thighs.

"Morning princess" he greets you his voice husky but elated, you turn to him and exchanging kisses before groaning as you look at the time on his alarm clock.

"Ugh, we have to go Eds, we slept too long" he smirks.

"I don't recall much sleeping princess" giddiness washes over you again and you sigh.

"Mmm neither do I" you surprise him by straddling him and he lets out a moan of contentment as his hands caress over your breasts.

He sits up, cupping one hand on your backside as his head dips and he greedily pleasures your breasts with his mouth and free hand.

"Last night was fucking bliss" he whispers and you agree. Fuck, it was mindblowing.

"Yeah it was" he peers up at you and has a teasing smile on his face.

"Rocked your world didn't I baby?" you roll your eyes, a rush of affection filling you for him.

"Doofus" you murmur and run your hands across his chest.

"Think we can be a little later today yeah?" he responds by kissing you eagerly.

❤️

An hour later you make it to school and at lunch time you hear Dustin, Lucas and Mike asking what made Eddie so late.

"Ask her yourself" he nods to you and you make your presence known, sitting on his knee.

The whole cafeteria goes silent at Mikes exclaim and seeing you sat on Eddie's knee.

"Dude finally" Gareth exclaims and Chrissy gives you a thumbs up. Jason looks dumbfounded.

"You and him!" he splutters and you cuddle into Eddie's chest as Eddie gives him the finger.

You didn't give a shit what Jason or anyone thought, as much as Eddie could irk you at times you adored him so much more.

He was your love and that was that.

❤️

#mean!eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine

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gabrielsbubblegumbitch · 9 months ago

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do you have any opinions on the hazbin critical and vivziepop critical tags?

tw // mentions of sexual abuse and sucide

I have a personal beef with them. And not because I love Hazbin and Vivzie so much but for more presonal reasons so the following opinion won't be measured at all.

Now, don't get me wrong, there are some legit criticisms out there. Like, the show could definitely do better with body diversity and giving us more varied sapphic relationships instead of just throwing a ton of male/male couples at us. And, yeah, Vivzie's response to some of the criticism has been... questionable. (I still cringe when I think about that one time she explained that Raphielle can ship ValAngel because they are sa survivor, but Raphielle explicitly admitted to not be one).

But then, there's stuff that's just... pulled out of nowhere. Like the whole thing about Valentino being a "fetish character." Come on, the world of villains is filled with queer, flamboyant baddies. What sets Valentino apart is how his abusive behavior is shown in the open, making us rethink our love for villains. If it weren't for Mascarade, people would worship this moth daddy gangster in a dress, much like they are with Vox now. It's hard to root for the bad guy when you see the fallout of their actions. Like, Loki committed war crimes and no one was outraged when he got his own TV series and dragged creators for supporting atrocities.

Constant Valentino/Angel Dust discourse actually leads to the more serious issues I have with this "community", more harmful than just "bad media literacy" like the way they handle the topic of sexual abuse and weaponize it, without ever listening to victims. There is this constant shitstorm about Angel being a "bad sa survivor rep," that the way he's written is insensitive because "he shouldn't be horny, he's sexually traumatized." Like, do these people not understand that making Angel unable to enjoy his sexuality the way he wants would essentially mean acknowledging that it's no longer his but belongs to his abuser now? Also, the argument I keep seeing that drives me BAT SHIT CRAZY aka "I can enjoy this media that is centered around murderer, you cannot enjoy the media that treats rapist as a nuanced character because rape is objectively worse than murder." WHO THE FUCK TOLD YOU THAT? Reading this makes me feel so angry and sad and guilty because frankly, I was raped, and of course, it was horrible but still I'd choose it any time over being murdered. Because I have my life, I'm loved, and I love, I pursue my dreams, and I can still experience so many good things in my life. Painting sexual assault as this worse-than-death experience is not the feminist take they think it is and does not do victims any good.

Or accusations that Vivzie's support of fandom bullying led to someone taking their life. It's such a ridiculous and harmful claim. Honestly, this thing always makes me heated because suicide is not an easy decision, ask any person who ever faced it. It's not like "ah, this stranger told me to kms, I guess I gotta do it now." Of course, any kind of bullying and abuse adds to the suffering and can be the final trigger, but to me, it's just so disrespectful and harmful that someone could have experienced prolonged, intense suffering and all of this is omitted, their death labeled as a result of "fandom bullying" and weaponized in fandom drama. Also, it's simply cruel to put the blame for it on one, uninvolved person.

Also, it always annoys me when people hold small creators to immensely high standards while not doing the same with others. If we keep lynching and canceling every media that is not objectively morally pure, we won't be left with only perfect media. We will be left with media produced by white, privileged billionaires who might be real-life rapists, abusers, and thieves but are too powerful to be taken down by social media outrage. Hazbin's success is a major W for the underappreciated medium of animation (we saw what WB did to 90% of their animated shows), unpopular genres like musicals (Wonka creators were literally too ashamed to market it as one??), and unapologetic queer narratives that are not written for a heteronormative audience or centered around queer oppression (ofmd, the other medium I can think of in that realm has just been canceled). I can't stand people so desperate to put it down driven by their black-or-white sense of morality. Kant won't be patting your back for being the Moraliest Person because you bullied an indie creator and her fans.

Also everyone who feels the need to explain me hazbin critical agenda - save your breath. I'm very emotional about it and I frankly don't fucking care why you think you are right.

#hazbin hotel #ask #tw sui #tw sa #vivziepop

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paragonrobits · 2 months ago

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Mizora: Wyll, listen here. I want you to find Karlach and either DESTROY her, or be destroyed BY her. Mizora, some character development later in a good playthrough where Wyll and Karlach are being flirty: SHIT. WAIT, NO, LET ME RETHINK MY WORDING, I DIDN'T MEAN LIKE THAT Wyll: Fun fact. Did you know the Armor of Agathys spell can be used... recreationally? If you're brave about it Mizora: ...I think I may need brain bleach Karlach: Oh fuck off! What's her problem anyway? Since when does SHE care about uncomfortable sexual implications, she's got that gross vamp thing going on. Wyll: Oh no, its not the sexuality that bothers her, that's the same kind of tool of degredation and control as a devil likes. I think its the trust, affection and genuine love that's given her some kind of allergic reaction Mizora: THE LOVE! THE SICKENING GROSS SENSE OF COMFORT, IT'S MAKING MY BONES ITCH SO BADLY THEY'RE GOING TO POP OUT OF MY SKIN Wyll: Mizora! You want to know something funny? The warlock spells come from YOU. I wouldn't be able to do that without your influence, so this is your fault Mizora: NO, I CAN'T BE ASSOCIATED WITH LOVE LIKE THAT, MY INFERNAL STREET CRED WILL BE BESMIRCHED, I WILL NOT BE THE NEXT FHJULL FORK-TONGUED

#queued #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #wyllach #karlach #wyll bg3 #wyll ravengard #mizora

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sugudoe · 6 months ago

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It is a FACT that men ONLY do romantic and sexual things with FEMALES and they ALWAYS will.

It is CANON geto is a MAN.

It is CANON geto ONLY does romantic and sexual things with FEMALES and he ALWAYS will.

let me say this for once so you stop sending me these stupid messages — i don’t give a single fuck. first, you’re an anonymous user repeating the same stupid text and only changing geto to gojo, you’re also someone in the middle of the fucking night who decided to send me this. tell me what the fuck did i do to deserve this? i laughed at first, but then i noticed, there is something wrong with you. it doesn’t fucking matter what canon says, i’m a writer blog, i make fucking fanfics, do you honestly think i care about canon when i create “x reader” type of shit?

i’m seriously thinking you’re confusing me with someone, because most of my works are fem!reader x them, but if you’re talking about when they are the background characters, then you better bet i’ll make them a couple, idgf what canon says, idgf what YOU say.

i could, also, show you the amount of evidence for satosugu, but your ass is deep in this nonsense shit — after all, it’s fictional characters and you are sending me shit ton of dumb texts trying to make me rethink if a character is gay or straight, so i’m not wasting more of my time with you, i tend to not want to argue with people i know wont change their minds, and i won’t change mine either, so get the fuck off, please.

if you don’t like that i make them a couple, if you think canon is more important, then stop interacting with satosugu accounts, how about that?

#𓈒 ݁ 🐑〻⺀ the lamb confess ⺀

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munsster · 2 years ago

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I just rewatched 10 Things I Hate About You and can’t stop thinking about Billy x a reader who is similar to Kat (Idk if you’ve watched it, if not then just ignore this) but could you do any headcanons or anything for this?

10 things i hate about billy hargrove

A/N: i fuckin love this movie and i love miss kat stratford and her hot grungy bf

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader, 10 Things I Hate About You AU

Warnings: 10 things i hate about you AU, fluff, enemies to lovers, pet names (doll), fem!reader

the story the headcanons

dustin, lucas, and steve are 100% the ones trying to set billy up with you

at first it was dustin and lucas trying to befriend max

then realizing they’d have to distract her scary ass brother

“i heard he smokes 10 packs a day” + “didn’t he just get out of jail???” + “no way, all he did was break some guy’s leg” “dude, he’s gonna murder us” + “i heard he has a chainsaw collection. and it’s stored right next to his hunting knife collection” + “dude… he’s gonna murder us”

THEN realizing steve is acquainted with him

and, finally, realizing steve has other connections

like you, for instance

clever, stubborn, and most of all: distracting

turns out, you and billy already know each other!!!!!

also, turns out, you and billy already hate each other

like fr loathing, foaming at the mouth, seething sexually charged hatred

so when dustin bribes steve into bribing billy into dating you, it doesn’t go so well

(“you think i’m fuckin’ stupid, golden boy? there’s no chance in hell—” “actually, i think you’re a loser and… i have a debt to repay” “so you think $30 is gonna convince me to take some shrew on a date?” “fine, i’ll give you $50” “$100” “$75. and if it goes well *sigh* i’ll give u the $25” “one date?” “yup” “deal”)

so now he’s got 75 bucks in his pocket and a cigarette between his lips and his sights set on you

you’re right outside the music room perched on an amp with a stratocaster in your lap

and you KNOW this asshole stalks up to you and flicks your amp off WHILE YOU’RE PLAYING 🤬

oh and he lays it on thick, he is working for that extra $25

“hey, don’t i know you?” + “shit, you sit in front of me in history” + “sooooo… how ‘bout that mrs. click, huh—ow, jesus” + “play nice” + “so… you know any whitesnake?” + “c’mon, doll, how ‘bout you let me take you to a party friday night—lemme guess, not your scene, right?” + “what..? you want a drag?”

he is definitely being too nice to you

so you tell him to scram and he gets all defensive and oooooH he is fuming

dustin and lucas are watching from behind a tree or bush or something and they just *facepalm*

and max like BEGS steve to pay him more and steve is all like mumblegrumblebrbrbrb i already paid him

but steve gets PISSED at billy like “give me my money back if you’re not even gonna try”

and billy scoffs like “hey man, i’m tryna work a miracle. shit takes time”

then he finds your car in the lot after school, leaned against the driver’s side like

(“nice car. y’know, you can bum a ride with me anytime.” “as… radical as that sounds, i prefer riding in cars that don’t smell like smoke” “hey. the camaro’s a smoke-free zone, doll face. keepin’ it clean just for you” “bite me” “don’t have to tell me twice”)

at this point the three stooges—dustin, lucas, steve—and max decide to do a little digging

and actually????? you and billy are scarily alike

same music taste, hang out at the same places, hate the same people

it’s a wonder nobody thought of this sooner

so steve keeps giving billy advice like “she goes to that one really weird place with the loud music on thursdays so go and… try to look nice, alright?”

“are you sayin’ i don’t look nice, harrington?”

“NO. 😐” steve likes to rethink all of his life choices sometimes

anyways, billy goes, of course, and he spots you immediately

and you look hot

you’re dancing up by the stage, and even the bassist is making eyes at you

if he didn’t think you were a bitch, he probably would’ve bought you a drink by now

he’s also wearing a shit ton of cologne because he got nervous he prioritizes smelling good 🥰

and he looks down at the little piece of paper steve gave him and labeled ‘USE IN CASE OF EMERGENCY’, so he opens it and it says “say ‘can i have your number because i lost mine’ and then make a cool face, the ladies love that one”

jesus christ, harrington, how did you ever get laid

then you’re blowing past him in your miniskirt and boots headed for the bar, so he follows you and leans up next to you

(“you come here often?” “do you?” “you kidding? this is my favorite spot” “yeah, right. now, if you’d excuse me, should be getting back to my—” “aw, come on, doll, let me hang around. i’m good asshole repellent” “is that because like repels like?” “har har”)

despite your resistance, he’s right

this place is a breeding ground for weirdos, and you were actually kind of glad that billy stuck around

that and he didn’t dance with anyone else the whole night, even if he wasn’t exactly dancing with you either

he stayed close, but he knew he’d get chewed out if he touched you

it was nice to have—

a friend??? you’re not sure that’s what this is, but having someone is better than having to look out for yourself all of the time

and at the end of the night, he walked you to your car after realizing you were drinking water the whole night

“yunno, my offer for tomorrow night still stands.”

ah yes the party

and you get in your car like “good to know😶”

he’s about to walk away when you roll down the window and say “pick me up at 8”

ohhhh you better believe he’s smirking to himself the whole way home

billy calls max at lucas’s, telling her to ‘keep herself busy tmrw’ because he’d be gone

max hangs up and bolts to the living room to tell the three stooges (who have been joined by mike and robin):

“BILLY’S TAKING HER TO THE PARTY TOMORROW—YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?????” “moviE NIGHT AT STEVE’S HOUSE!!!!” “NO!” “YAYYYY”

anyways, this date-not-date has him all palms sweaty, knees weak, arms heavy

Nervous with a capital n

he pulls up, walks to the door (a first, he’s the honking type), knocks, and is pretty much floored when you open the door and slam it behind yourself

“oh hi.”

and you half smile like “oh hi”

and he is alarmingly close to you, but you are determined to keep your arms/body about half an inch from his chest while he just

blink blink

stares down at you

“are you… feeling okay?”

he SNAPS out of it

“feeling fine. let’s go” but he definitely had that glazed over, pale but also sweaty and feverish, lifeless flu-gaze just then

true to his word, his car actually smells…. kinda sweet

vanilla somethin-or-other. some kind of baked good. you can’t really place it all too well. pancakes?

DOESN’T MATTER 😟 were u really just thinking about how good his car smells???

embarrassing 😳 for u

all the while he is just about ready to implode while tripping along behind you into the loud ass party

you’re gorgeous

and lost immediately

you roll your eyes when a pretty cheerleader runs her fingers through the curly ends of his hair and coos his name sweetly

you’re out of sight when she plants a kiss on his cheek, and he unceremoniously shoves her away

he gets that treatment all night

people are suddenly obsessed with him?????? god 🙄

by the time he actually finds you again, it’s two hours later, and you’re watching cartoons in the living room in some guy’s lap leaning against him like—like ?? i dont know but GOD billy could die right there

you’re just giggling to yourself, suddenly tame and half-lidded and pressing yourself against some stranger in a dark room with a red solo cup in your hand

“alright, doll, time to wrap it up, it’s gettin’ late” “no it’s not. why do you care?” “cmon, i’m playing chaperone, let’s go” “nuh-uh—”

and then sideburns over here goes “think the lady can speak for herself, buster” and that’s pretty much billy’s last straw

it’s no secret he has a talent for physical altercations with assholes, so he manages you off the guy’s lap before yanking him up by the collar and laying him out on the floor

just wailing on him really, and you’re slurring out some curses to yourself, trying so hard not to watch but billy is undoubtedly stunning

even while yk beating some sicko up

“alright, let it go!” tommy shouts from the back of the crowd that inevitably formed when someone yelled fight “billy, come on”

and he uses his sleeve to wipe at his bloody nose before tilting his head back, grabbing your hand, and jetting out the back door

“the hell wh—just happened?????” …. you are three sheets to the wind i am afraid

“leave it. i—he was… dunno, you’re gonna be mad no matter what i do so”

and you stop on the sidewalk by his car, tugging his hand and impulsively—drunkenly, gently, coyly, with your lip between your teeth—reach for one of his loosely wound curls

“that guy was pretty weird anyway” your eyes go wide, and he chuckles

“let’s get you home”

“it’s like ten??????????”

“so you’ll be asleep by, what? eleven?”

“better race home then.”

you slump into the passenger’s seat with a—for lack of a better word—sauced smile

not all there, googly eyes, half drooling, it’s a sight

and when he glances at you, you’re staring back at him and it makes him nervous

he finally gets you tucked into bed, sitting next to you with a sigh

“you always get shitfaced at parties?”

“you always abandon your date at parties?”

“touché.”

and he just messes with your blankets, making sure you dont throw up on yourself while you’re still awake

“you’re bleeding. riiiiiiiight”—you poke his temple and he hisses—“there!”

“got it, dollface. thanks.”

“noo problemo, billy-o. heheh.”

he snickers and shakes his head, finally standing from the bed and flicking the lights off

“gonna be alright, sweetheart?” you nod “alright. i’m gonna trust you on this one”

and JUST as he turns to leave—

“billy?” 🥺

its sososo soft and he whips around like “YES!!”

and you pucker your lips

and GOD

as bad as he wants to, you’re too plastered for a goodnight kiss

and this night doesn’t exactly warrant one either

admittedly he had been a shithead

maybe next time

he pecks your cheek quickly before heading home

oh and now you’ve got a Grudge

you do not speak to him. you do not look at him. but try as you might, billy hargrove is really hard not to think about

not with the longing glances you catch him giving you or the way he tends to linger around wherever you are or the way he calls your name as you storm out of the gym

and then he FINALLY starts leaving you alone

no glances or shouting or longing

but homeroom, friday morning, one week after the incident (if you can really call it that)

*tap tap* “is this thing on”

over the loud speaker???? that’s definitely billy’s voice, and you have to laugh at the shrill screaming of the woman who takes care of attendance in the background

“good morning, hawkins high, this one goes out to someone i should have apologized to a week ago. hey,”—he doesn’t say your name, but your entire class swivels their heads to look at you—“if you’re listening, i’m sorry, about last week and i’d like to take you to prom if you’ll have me. and if this announcement isn’t convincing enough then…..”

everyone seems to hold their breath in anticipation of his next words

oh but what comes next is so much better than that

“without you…… there’s no change—”

he’s singing. he’s singing over the loud speaker to the entire school.

and your homeroom riots.

there’s howling and cackling and someone shouts “billy’s down bad!”

you cover your face but you cant hide that smile from a mile away

“my nights and days are gray”

he couldn’t have picked a more embarrassing song, and you’re relieved when the principal bursts in to the office

theres muffled shouting while billy tries to croak out the next line and then a manic “sorry, hawkins high, this is your principal. we formally apologize for the—”

“there’s no place for lovers in this world thanks to hard asses like you” billy grumbles from the background

then there’s a fumbling and an expletive and a short and high-pitched tone to signal the end of the announcement

you find billy at lunch, and his buddies hoot and holler when you grab his wrist and tug him away

“what the hell did you do that for”

“you”

“yeah i got that”

“well?”

“well what?”

and he gives you this look like he’s lying in wait for an answer

and you soften and let go of his wrist: “that was stupid”

“but you liked it” he shrugs

“yeah”

“so…… is that a yes?”

“yeah—just…. yeah, alright? but don’t do that again”

“i wont”

“promise?”

“i promise”

“thank you”

and his nose scrunches because before you can walk away, he catches you by the hand and taps his jaw and turns his head and you roll your eyes

“whatever”

but you kiss his cheek anyways

and then like ten minutes later, steve find him and slides him a fifty like “dude, that was solid, i cant believe you pulled it off”

but billy shakes his head and crumples the bill back into steves hand like

“nah, don’t need it”

and steve’s eyes r so wide like…… ogey…. what just happened

and then cut to saturday—prom—and billy is like FREAKING out, he did his hair all nice and spent the money steve’s been giving him on renting a tux and buying a corsage and boutonnière for the two of you

“ay, mallrat, here”—and he hands max a $20–“get lost for a couple hours, alright?”

“why?”

“‘m fucking busy—”

“with what? or… who?”

“get out”

dude max is doing a VICTORY DANCE on her way to lucas’ house because holy shit???? it worked??? and billy’s actually paying her for her freedom???? this is the life🤩

and billy knocks on your door, knowing he’s early as hell and over eager

what’s gotten into him. he doesn’t just do things like this. he doesn’t show up early or feel all tingly and actually pleasant. ever. for anything or anyone.

and god do you look beautiful. like youre glowing.

he opens the door for you and holds his breath when you pin his boutonnière on and holds your hand on the drive to the venue

“may i have this dance” he is putting the moves on

“you do know i’m your date, right?”

“doesn’t hurt to ask”

so you two dance together and then….

the slow dance 🥺

he holds you to his chest and PRAYS you don’t feel his heart beating wildly

it’s just. you look at him like he’s more than his reputation and more than the things he pretends to be, and he’s never received something as tender as that before.

and about an hour into the night, steve grooves over with a devious look on his face, butting in while you two dance together

“so this is what you spent all that money on? man, i would’ve given you more if i’d’ve known”

and billy’s eyes go wide because you’re SCOWLING at him like

“what money?”

“nothing, he’s—he doesn’t know what he’s talking about”

“billy? what money?”

and steve just backs away… 😟

“did he….. did he pay you to take me out?”

“no, that’s not—it’s not what it sounds like”

“yeah right. hope he paid you a shit ton, cause im a handful, right? god, i can’t believe this—i really hope he made this whole deal worth it to you.”

oh man……..

weeks go by

you brush him off and avoid him and sometimes don’t even show up to the classes you have together

but if only you knew

he feels so guilty and on edge and like he could punch steve in the face for being such a dickhead

then comes the final project in your shared english class

“can i present first?”

it’s you.

billy almost perks up until you look him in the eye and you do not look happy

“i hate the way you talk to me…”

(i’m not gonna rewrite miss stratfords iconic poem, but i will rewrite the first + last line for dramatic effect)

“but mostly, i hate the way i don’t hate you. not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all”

and you sit back in your seat, leaving billy feeling more dejected than before

he can’t help but look to his own little sister for help

“what are you, a sap?

“shut up, i need help”

“what’s in it for me?”

“i won’t say shit when you go over to your boyfriends house” he groans

“deal”

and he explains the whole thing and his shit luck and how he needs to get you back

“well how about special interests? maybe make up with concert tickets or a puppy or something—"

“got it. thank’s max” and he ruffles her hair and she whines about it but she’ll be fine

next day, you’re literally just walking to your car when you see a guitar leaned up against the door

and you 🫢

“surprise”

he comes up behind you, glancing over your shoulder when you grab for the teal mockingbird in utter silence

“how did you—wha—why did you—billy….”

“it’s alright, you can say thank you”

“you suck”

“i know”

and you look between him and the guitar with a grin “i love it”

“i know” and he sighs and pushes a hand thru his hair

“i never did it for the money. maybe at the beginning, but steve’s an idiot. i would’ve done it for free. you weren’t some thing to just conquer, and i shouldn’t have treated it like a game. i’m sorry, doll. and i’ll get it if you never forgive me. you can still keep the guitar”

he puts his hands in his pockets and looks away

but you just jab at his chest and grin like

“you can’t just do that, you know? and a guitar won’t make up for everything”

“yeah, i know, i know” he pulls something out of his pocket, mirroring your smile when he puts the small box into your hand

“that’s exactly why i came prepared with this”

“a ring?????? jesus christ”

“not one of those rings. its like… like a promise ring. but more like…. i promise not to be an asshole ever again.”

“i dunno billy, that’s a pretty big commitment for you”

“shut up. i’ll do it for you, dolly” oh and he’s cheeky with it, one hand on your hip and tilting his head to the side with a smirk

“oh and one more thing” he says, watching you slide the ring onto your middle finger

“mhm?” you blink up at him, but he’s gazing a little lower than the tip of your nose

he leans closer and closer, and you lean back against your car, lips parting as he smiles wife and kisses you hard

“been waiting to do that for a while now”

“well…….. what took you so long?”

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