#me? testing nicknames for jeff?

[wanderingsongbird]

🎁 + {a woodcarving of a bucking bronco for Miss. Dancin' Kate Denson}

@berserk-distortion

Fingers trailed over the carved mane and down the back of the horse. Her grandaddy once gave her something like this, but she never told anyone about it. Not here, at least.

It sat on her dresser at home, along with a wooden flute his own father had given him. She wondered, for the first time since the Entity had grabbed her, what had become of those items? It made her homesick.

Her eyes misted as she offered a smile up to Jeff. "Anyone ever tell you that you're the best, sweet pea?"

@berserk-distortion

[munson-blurbs]

Eddie Munson x Best Friend!Reader

Summary: You've been crushing on Eddie since you joined Hellfire Club. Too bad he's crushing on Chrissy Cunningham...right?

Warnings: angst to fluff, idiots in love, super cheesy but it's Valentine's Day so idc WC: 1.6k A/N: My entry for @corroded-hellfire's This is Music! event!

Divider credit to @saradika

Eddie’s looking at her again.

You can’t blame him; he’d be crazy not to stare at Chrissy Cunningham, clad in her tiny cheerleading uniform with a bouncy blonde ponytail and sugar-sweet giggle. If you just ignore him, act like he isn’t imagining sweeping her off of her feet–

“Do you think I should send her one of those candy gram things?”

Almost instinctively, Dustin’s eyes flicker to you, but he turns back to Eddie before anyone can notice. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” he stammers, scrambling for an excuse. “She and Jason, like, just broke up.” 

This information doesn’t deter Eddie in the slightest. “Exactly. She’s probably heartbroken from getting dumped right before Valentine’s Day. I could be her…Freak in Shining Armor.” He grins at his spin on the unwanted nickname, pausing for a half-second before turning to you and asking, “You’re a girl. What do you think?”

The question is almost laughable. What do you think? You think he should stop pining over Chrissy and start seeing you in that same light.

With a painful swallow, you force a strained smile. “If you like her, you should go for it.”

That’s all of the motivation Eddie needs. He slams his palm on the table and proudly declares, “All right, I’m doin’ it.”

Tears bite at your lash line as he strides across the cafeteria over to where the student council has set up the candy gram booth. You feel a gentle hand on your shoulder, and you glance over to see Dustin offering you a sympathetic look.

“He’s an idiot,” he says, low enough so that his words are inaudible to other Hellfire members. “He’ll figure it out one day, but you shouldn’t sit around waiting for it to happen.”

Logic tells you that he’s right, but moving on is easier said than done. Especially when he’s one of your closest friends.

Determined to avoid any inquiring from the other guys, you do your best to assimilate into their conversation about beating this week’s campaign.

Chrissy received Eddie’s candy gram on Valentine’s Day. To his dismay, she also got one from Jason Carver. 

“Of course she went back to him,” Eddie mutters, tossing his tin lunch box on the cafeteria table with a harsh clang. He heaves a sigh and rests his head on your shoulder, gazing up at you with his big, beautiful eyes. “Am I gonna be alone forever?”

“Probably.” You muster a tense laugh and brush a tendril of his hair off of your cheek. “Maybe you can try sending out a message in a bottle and see if anyone bites.”

He harrumphs and slumps over, burying his face in his palms. “She told me she ‘appreciates my friendship.’” He shakes his head. “Fucking humiliating.”

The irony of his statement is too much to bear, and you slip away from the table with a half-hearted excuse about needing to study for the history test you have next period. 

The walk to the library feels like it takes decades, silent tears falling as soon as you find an empty table among the stacks of books. 

Chrissy wanted Jason the way Eddie wanted Chrissy, which was the same way you wanted Eddie. 

And no one wanted you. 

A few minutes pass before Jeff slides into the seat next to you. “We’re in the same history class. Figured it would make your lie more believable if I had to study, too.” He shrugs. “Plus, I wanted to check on you.”

“I’m fine.”

He doesn’t believe you, you know he doesn’t. Embarrassment is written all over your face, both at your abrupt exit from the cafeteria and your pathetic crush on Eddie. 

Jeff takes a deep breath. “Look, Eddie doesn’t know what he wants.”

“Seems pretty obvious to me that he wants Chrissy,” you say wryly, twirling a pen between your fingers. 

“No…I mean, yeah. But that’s because she’s, like, safe.”

You scoff. “Asking out the Queen of Hawkins High is safe?” 

“Sounds ridiculous, I know, but hear me out.” Jeff leans in a bit closer so he can whisper to you. “She’s not part of our group, so he doesn’t have to worry about constantly hanging out with her. Plus, she’s nice enough to not publicly destroy his ego. I’m sure she didn’t tell Jason about the candy gram, or else he would’ve announced it to the whole school by now.”

You nod in reluctant agreement. 

“And speaking of that jackass,” Jeff continues, “how many times have they broken up and gotten back together?” 

“Too many to count.” Their relationship is like one of the novelas you watch when you’re stuck at home with a fever. 

“Exactly.” Jeff exhales. “Chrissy paid a little bit of attention to Eddie because she wanted some weed for a party, and now he’s head over heels for her. Because he can be. Because her rejection stings a little, but it’s nothing compared to how being rejected by you would feel.”

Wiping at your tear-dampened cheeks, you shake your head. “I don’t think he cares about being rejected by me.”

He mumbles something under his breath but doesn’t say another word until the bell rings, and the two of you walk to class together. 

Thank God you don’t actually have a test today; you wouldn’t be able to focus long enough to answer a single question. All you think about is what Jeff had implied: that Eddie does like you but is afraid to ruin your friendship.

You brush off the idea as ridiculous. Why would Eddie choose you over the gorgeous head cheerleader?

Uneasiness builds within you until it’s impossible to ignore, and you scrawl a note in the back of your composition notebook before you can fully think it through.

Eddie–

I’m sorry that Chrissy turned you down. Trust me when I say that I know what it’s like to feel unwanted by the person you want the most. It sucks, but you’ll move on and realize that she was the one who missed out, not you.

You sign your name and add a P.S. Fuck Valentine’s Day for good measure, folding the paper in fourths and slipping it into his locker between class periods. Not quite a confession, but it’ll do.

Eddie’s waiting by your locker after the last bell rings, scraping a front tooth against his bottom lip and fiddling with something. As you get closer, you realize that something is your note.

“Who is he?” Eddie demands to know, sighing impatiently when you raise your brows in confusion. “This mystery guy who doesn’t want you. Who is he?”

“No one. It’s fine,” you say quickly, refusing to make eye contact with him as you twist open the lock. “It was just to let you know that you’re not alone in this, okay?”

He shakes his head and chuckles tersely. “Nah, not okay. I’ve gotta kick his ass.” He shuffles from foot to foot, already anticipating a fight.

“Well, you can’t.”

“And why not?” Eddie scoffs. “I know I’m scrawny, but I’m pretty damn scr–”

“Because you’d be kicking your own ass!” The words fly out of your mouth before you can stop them. Your blood runs cold and your pulse thuds in your ears when you realize what you’ve said. “I’m sorry. That was too much, especially with what happened with Chrissy today.”

You start to leave, but you’re tugged back in place by his gentle grasp on your wrist. “Follow me,” he murmurs. He makes a beeline for the Hellfire room with you right on his heels. As soon as you walk in, he closes the door. “Repeat that? Because I don’t think I heard you right.”

“You’re the guy who doesn’t want me,” you manage through the lump in your throat, “and it’s okay, because we can’t help who we like and who we don’t. I don’t want you to feel guilty or anything like that.” 

You’re rambling, and you tuck your lips into your mouth to stop yourself from talking yourself in circles.

Silence seeps into the room, the only noise is the hum from the fluorescent lights overhead. Finally, Eddie speaks again. “Do you know why I asked you to join Hellfire?”

You swivel your head back and forth in a definite no.

“Yeah, I tried to keep it that way,” he says with an awkward laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “So, um, I kinda had a massive crush on you. And I figured that we’d get to know each other here and then I’d ask you out or whatever, but I kept chickening out. So…there ya have it.” He shifts his hands as if to say ta-da.

“And now you like Chrissy.” Out with the old, in with the new.

Eddie takes a small step closer, one ring-clad hand taking yours. “Not the way I like you,” he breathes, his other thumb tracing a faint line over your jaw. “Not even close.”

You close the gap between you, tilting your head so your lips meet his. The fear that he’ll hesitate or turn his head altogether disappears as soon as he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss. His hand tucks behind your ear, and he leaves it there until you both have to break away for air.

The two of you wear matching smiles, shy but relieved. Eddie leans in to kiss you once again, only to be interrupted by the rest of the club’s musings.

“Took them long enough.”

“Seriously, I thought we were just gonna have to watch them pine over each other forever.”

“Crap, do you think they can hear us?”  

“Yeah, shit-heads, we can hear you,” Eddie calls out with a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief before turning back to you.

“Now, where were we?”

--

[morganbritton132]

Eddie goes on Jimmy Fallon and they do that True Confessions game. The surprise guest that they bring out is Nancy. They pick which card that she has to read and She reads, “I stole drugs from a cop once…Sorry, Mom.”

Eddie, who has already opened one of his cards because he doesn’t follow the rules , holds the card up like, “Ha, mine says that I once sold drugs to a cop.”

At the same time they both say, “Hopper?” And then laughed about it like they didn’t ruin the whole segment.

Eddie’s just like: Alright, Wheels, make something up or don’t. We’ll try again. Give the people an interesting Nancy Wheeler factoid. That alright with you, Jimbo?

Nancy, after some thought: My first kiss was with a girl

Eddie: I don’t believe that! It took months for you to realize Robin was into you. Robin!

Nancy: It’s true! A first kiss is different than figuring out your sexuality, anyways. It was during spin the bottle. In seventh grade.

Eddie:

Nancy: I was dared to follow through

Eddie: Who’d you kiss?

Nancy: Barbara

Eddie: Well, that’s true. You’re not going to mention her and then lie. Sold yourself out, Wheeler.

Nancy: You go then

Eddie: …My first kiss was with a student athlete. *seeing Nancy get a look* Not Steve! We didn’t both lose our v-cards to King Steve.

Nancy: One day he’s going to divorce you for reminding people of that nickname

Eddie: Steve told me once that I never say anything he doesn’t already know in these interviews. He’s not watching them anymore.

Nancy: Was it Billy? Was it Tommy?

Eddie: it was before - when do you think I had my first kiss? Believe it not, I didn’t graduate high school a virgin

Nancy: No, i unfortunately know that. You guys were very loud. Give me a hint on who it was.

Eddie: It was a test to see if we were gay. Turns out I was. I don’t know about them though-

Nancy: Was it Jeff? He was on the wrestling for a bit, right?

Eddie: Heather Holloway

Nancy: What?!

Eddie: She was on the swim team and ran track. She used to run by where I’d smoke and we shared a few cigs, talked. Actually pretty cool for a conformist. You thought that I was questioning if I liked boys and immediately went for dick, Nance? That’s bold even for me.

[obsessedelusional]

In Your Dreams

parings ✦ Eddie x Reader

summary ✦ Eddie was your childhood best friend. What happens when he was a dirty dream about you? Will it tear you apart or bring you two closer? contains smut

authors note ✦ I keep saying this but I appreciate all the love, my latest one shot has almost 1k notes like wtf???? I’m nearly at 100 followers it’s fucking crazy omg a week ago I posted something to test the waters and now I’m addicted to writing for y’all. Someone sent me a request like what? that’s so cool. hope you enjoy this let me know!! Cuz I’m just getting started I have so many ideas. feedback and reblogs appreciated <3

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“What the hell was that?” Eddie groans looking down at his morning hard on. The details of the dream he had replaying in his mind, over and over again. He just had a sex dream about his best friend.

Eddie still remember the day you moved to Hawkins. You were so young, moving into a trailer a few spots down from him. Eddie was only nine years old and was ecstatic when he found out there was a kid moving just down the street. He was surprised when he found out you were actually a little girl but that never changed anything. Didn’t take very long for you two to become best friends.

Never once had he thought about you in any way but platonic. Sure he knew you were beautiful. He also definitely noticed when your breast started to grow in junior high but tried his best not to stare. Even when Jeff and Gareth were gawking at you, whispering behind your back. Eddie always telling them to shut the fuck up.

So when Eddie woke up from a dream he remembered so vividly, the dream where he was balls deep in someones pussy. Only to look up and it was you, smiling down at Eddie. The worst part is he enjoyed it even more when he realized it was you. The sound of his alarm had woke him up from the wet dream.

He thought for a moment about rubbing it out but deciding that’d be too weird. Stroking his cock while thinking of his best friend. Instead letting himself suffer, giving him self blue balls.

Eddie’s been giving you rides to school ever since he saved up enough money to purchase the van. Something you’ve done hundreds of times. This morning it felt different, Eddie wasn’t nearly as friendly as he normally was.

“Hey Teddy.” You smile, climbing into the passenger seat. Calling him the nickname he pretended to hate but you knew he secretly loved it.

“Hey,” he says flatly, not daring to look your direction.

“Everything okay?” You ask, concerned.

“Yeah I’m fine.” He finally looks your way and gives you a not so reassuring smile. Only for you to notice he’s shoots a glance to your chest. He notices you noticing and scrambles to start the car. What the fuck was that?

The drive was filled with silence, not a word said between you two. The tension thick enough you could cut it with a knife. Pulling up to school Eddie gets out without saying a word, leaving you in the car alone.

Your mind starts to race, trying to remember what you could of possibly done to make him so short with you. Also what was that about, he was definitely checking your tits out. You look down at your cleavage, it’s not anything more then it usually was. Eddie’s seen you in less and never let his eyes wonder.

—

The first half of the school day was absolutely miserable for Eddie. Normally couldn’t focus in class but today it was ten times worse. The mental image of your chest bouncing in his face as you rode his cock, heavy on his mind. Walking from class to class, book covering his boner.

He felt terrible for being so short with you but when he did look your way he was most definitely checking you out. Which you noticed so he freaked out and drove off, not saying a single word to you. Even leaving you alone in his van. He cursed himself for being so rude knowing he’d have to see you at lunch, the meeting tonight and when he gives you a ride home. Thinking to himself, ‘I could give her something else to ride’ before pushing the thoughts away as quick as they came.

—

When lunch finally rolls around, your a little late but you make your way to the lunch table. You’ve sat here hundreds of times, only this time Eddie was no where to be seen. Your sat next to Jeff, quiet which was strange for you.

“Everything ok?” Jeff asks, noticing the change in your behavior and the absence of Eddie.

“I dunno, Eddie was really weird this morning.”

“How so?”

“So short with me. Haven’t seen him since, I feel like he’s avoiding me. I saw he yesterday and everything was okay. Suddenly this morning he can’t stand to be near me.”

You sigh frustrated, “Do you know what his deal is?”

“Never know with that dude.” He laughs, obviously not taking this as seriously as you.

“Where even is he? We always have lunch together at this table.”

“I have no idea.”

“He’ll have no choice but to face me at tonight’s meeting.” You groan annoyed, standing up deciding to head to class early. No reason to sit here and let your mind race with the worst possible outcomes.

-

“Yo Eddie what’s your deal?” Jeff asks walking into the drama room. Eddie is busy setting up for DND.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been totally M.I.A today dude. Stressing y/n out.” Jeff says, plopping down in his regular seat.

“Nothing. It’s stupid. I’ll get over it.” He mumbles to him self as the rest of the guys start to pile in.

“She totally likes you, don’t give her the cold shoulder dude.” Eddie looks at Jeff more confused then ever.

“Wait what? There’s no way.”

“Dude be so fucking for real right now. I know your a little slow but it’s so apparent.” Jeff laughs.

“What? Y’all talking about Y/Ns undying love for Eddie?” Dustin chimes in, laughing with Jeff.

“You guys don’t know what your talking about.” Eddie says matter of factly.

“What are you guys talking about?” You ask startling Eddie. None of them had noticed your arrival.

“Nothing.” Eddie spits out. Against your better judgement you take a seat next to him. You sat next to him every time, so what makes today any different. That’s until you realize all eyes are on you.

“Just tell me.” You whine, curious what you interrupted. Wondering if it has to do with why Eddie’s acting so weird today.

“Just talking about how you have a giant crush on Munson.” Gareth laughs, everyone shoots him a ‘why the fuck did you say that’ type of look.

“In your dreams.” You tease, laughing because they’re right and now your embarrassed. Your attention goes to Eddie trying to gauge his reaction but his eyes go wide. Can’t even look your way. He stands up and runs out of the room, leaving you behind with the guys staring at you.

“Gareth why would say that?” You say before leaving the room to follow Eddie. Knowing that things will probably never be the same.

“Eddie wait!” You yell as your catching up to his van, where’s he’s sat inside. Just as your about to let yourself in he locks the doors from the inside.

“What the fuck Eddie? Why are you avoiding me?” He turns the key in the ignition like he’s going to leave.

“I swear to god Eddie if you leave me I will show up at your house, break your fucking door down. You will have to talk to me sooner or later.” He sighs giving up and shutting the car off before unlocking the door so you can get in. You sit in silence for a few moments unsure of what to say.

“Is this about what Gareth said?” You speak up. Eddie’s looking out the window, his body language is stiff.

“Did I do something? Whatever I did I’m sorry I hate whatever this is. This has been the worst day ever.” Eddie’s heart aches knowing that your so torn up because he’s too scared to look at you after the dirty dream he had. Awakening feelings he didn’t know he had. Wondering if they’ve always been there just too afraid to act on them because he never wants to lose you.

“No you didn’t do anything.” He finally speaks up.

“Then what is it?” Silence fills the air again.

“You know you can tell me anything, Eddie.”

“I’m terrified.” He says his voice low and shaky.

“Of what Eddie?”

“That if I say what I’m thinking I’m going to say. You’re gonna run away. I can’t lose you.”

“You’re never gonna lose me. Just spit it out.” Eddie’s hands cover her face before he lets out a large sigh.

“I had a dream about you.”

“What were we doing?” You ask, curiously.

“We were uhhh,” his voice trails off. Now you need to know what this dream consisted of. You have an idea.

“Say it.”

“We were fucking.” He finally says hands still shielding his face.

“How did that make you feel?” You ask, scooting closer.

“I liked it. Probably liked it too much. Then when Gareth opened his fat fucking mouth you said in your dreams, I lost it like fuck she has to know. How the fuck did you know?” He whines, removing his hands so he can finally face you.

“I didn’t.” You laugh.

“I’ve been avoiding you because I can’t stop reliving the dream in my mind, walking around with a boner all fucking day.” You look to his crotch and there is a tent in his jeans. It turns you on thinking you’ve caused Eddie all this torture today.

“I bet the real life thing is ten times better.”

“What?” Eddie asks.

“Maybe we can make your dream a reality. Just an idea.” You shrug your shoulders, trying so hard to read Eddie’s response.

“Are you being serious?” He questions.

“What exactly were we doing?” Eddie’s dick twitches thinking about his dream for the millionth time today. Excited because it might become true.

“You were on top.”

“On top of what?” You ask innocently, wanting to hear all the details.

“Me. You we’re riding me, your tits bouncing in my face.” His voice is shaky and you’re enjoying it.

“Is that why I caught you staring at my cleavage today?” Eddie nods yes like he’s to ashamed to admit out loud.

“It’s okay, you can look. You can even touch if you want.” Eddie looks but it’s not nearly enough for you.

“Can I kiss you?” He nods yes again and you waste no time, kissing his lips. Eddie’s hesitant but that quickly fades when you guide his hand under your shirt, he cups your breast. You take the opportunity to explore the tent in his jeans, palming his dick through his jeans. He lets out a small moan so you pull away from the kiss.

“Did you like that?” You ask hand still on his groin.

“Yeah.”

“I can make you feel so good. You want that?” You ask, still palming his cock through his jeans. Eddie moans yes, so you lead him to the back of his van.

“Here?” He asks, getting comfortable.

“Yeah we’ll just have to keep it down.” You grin sitting between his legs pulling the waist of jeans down along with his underwear. Revealing his large throbbing dick, pre cum sitting on his tip.

“Where the fuck have you been hiding this?” You start pumping his cock, watching the pleasure flood his face. Small whimpers leaving his mouth.

“So good,” he whines.

“I bet. Walking around all day long hard because of me? No way to release it.” He nods as your lips meet with the tip of his penis before swallowing as much as you can. Your tongue moving as you go up and down. You hand playing with his balls. You look up and through your lashes you can see Eddie unfolding in front of you. His moans fill the van, not being quiet at all. Eddie starts pushing down on the back of your head, forcing you to gag on his dick. Tears start to fill your eyes. You can feel the pool growing in your panties.

You push against his hands to catch your breath, spitting all saliva that’s built up onto his dick. Going back down on him, this time pushing your own limits. Making your self gag on his giant cock.

“If you don’t stop I’m gonna cum,” Eddie speaks panting. You stop what you’re doing and start taking your shorts and panties off, aligning your entrance with his cock.

“You weren’t wearing a shirt,”

“What?” You ask confused.

“In my dream.” You laugh before ripping it off throwing it to the side. Eddie’s eyes gawk at your exposed tits, even bigger and better than he had imagined. You grab his hand, leading it so he can feel how wet your cunt is.

“See how wet you make me.” You moan as he explores your pussy, fingers sliding through your lips before making slow circles on your clit.

“It’s about you today. Making your dreams come true, Teddy.” He helps you line up his dick with your hole. You slowly drop onto it, enveloping his whole cock with your warm wet pussy.

“Fuck.” Both of you are moaning. You move your hips back and forward, Eddie’s hands find you hips, guiding you. His dick fills you up perfectly. You’ve never felt so full. It’s like his dick was made for your pussy.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Eddie whines.

“Everything you’ve ever dreamt of?”

“Yes,” he moans, you drop to his level still riding him so you can kiss him intensely. You’re sweating, it’s hot as fuck in this van. The windows fogging up. The thought of possibly being caught turning you both on more. You pull away so you can pick up your pace. Eddie’s hands find their way to your boobs, squeezing tightly.

“I’m so close,” he says.

“Cum inside me.” You purr sending Eddie over the edge. His warm cum shoots inside you, you ride out his high slowing down.

You lay down next to him, breathing heavily. You two take a moment to catch your breaths. Trying to wrap your mind around what just happened and what would happen after this. You two could never go back to just being friends.

“I feel terrible.” You whip your head towards him.

“I just sucked your dick and then rode it till you came inside me and you feel terrible?” Anger threatening to come out in your voice.

“It was amazing. I just so caught up in it I didn’t make you finish.”

“I said today was about you. Making your dream come true. It can be all about me next time.” You laugh.

“Next time?” He asks.

“If you want that.”

“I definitely want that.”

“Good.” You smile kissing him one more time.

—

“What happened? Where did you guys go?” Jeff asks as you two sheepishly rejoin them in the drama room.

“We talked it out,” Eddie says sitting down. More like fucked it out but whatever.

“Just made his dream come true.” You laugh, Eddie shoots you a look.

“What?” Jeff asks.

“Ignore her.” Eddie demands and everyone goes back to playing DND. Eddie and you spend the whole game eye fucking each other. Counting down the minutes till you’d have him alone again, him doing the same.

[cherrycoloredfaith]

Kiss Off

Pt 1 | pt 3

Chapter 2: Two for My Family

Steve was certainly disappointing Eddie. He couldn’t accurately test the concrete. He couldn’t properly hold the nail gun. His soft hands blistered at the slightest wears.

The project they were on was simple: constructing a ramp and walkup for an elderly woman’s front yard. They were in a suburb on the outskirts of the city with only a small crew. It would take them only a day to complete.

When Steve drove up to the office to meet everyone and travel to the site together, he wasn’t sure what to expect. Before yesterday, he would have imagined a group of big, burly, hairy men, probably chewing tobacco and losing their hair, but as he pulled into park, he saw the assortment of characters waiting for him.

They were gathered around the bed of the truck, Eddie sitting on the tailgate, lighting a cigarette as soon as Steve stepped out of the car. The boys were making Eddie laugh, and Steve caught a glimpse of that same smile from yesterday, this time real. He did have a good smile.

As he walked up, he took in the scene before him. A shiny new hard hat and yellow vest rested beside Eddie’s thighs, covered once again in a dark denim. The truck was loaded with fresh lumber and large dusty bags of cement mix. The truck next to it also looked packed, full of various types of equipment and tools safely strapped in. Wayne wasn’t in sight, so Steve returned his attention back to Eddie. When he wouldn’t meet his eyes and stared at his watch, Steve quickly decided to introduce himself to the two strangers before him.

“What’s up, I’m Steve,” The two other guys smiled and murmured hellos; Eddie’s attention was finally on him.

“Stevie. This is Gareth, and this is Jeff,” said Eddie, gesturing. Steve blinked at the nickname, but nodded in acknowledgment at the others.

Gareth was short, a curly mop of hair nearly covering his eyes. Jeff was taller, dark-skinned, clean shaven, and looked at Eddie with a smirk once Steve waved hello. They looked young, aloof. Altogether, delinquent.

“Hey, nice to meet you guys,” said Steve. He could almost admit it was the truth, considering these guys didn't look half as intimidating as he expected.

“Riveting. Alright, we can talk small later. Right now, we’re running late,” said Eddie. He clapped his hands on his thighs and hopped down off the tailgate, closing it.

“I thought we were supposed to be here at 7:00?” Steve inquired, concerned. He followed Eddie around to the side of the truck, watching distantly as Gareth and Jeff quickly moved to the other truck full of equipment, snickering at something. Eddie rolled his eyes.

“We want to be at the site at 7:00. Usually it takes us thirty minutes to load up. Try to be early next time,” he stated bluntly. Eddie pressed his gear to Steve’s chest, none too gently, and got in the driver’s seat without another word. Steve didn’t know what else to do other than follow him.

Climbing up into the passenger seat alone in the truck with Eddie, he couldn’t help thinking this was a shit way to welcome a new team member. Steve didn’t know what his problem was, but he clearly didn’t want him around. He decided to try and appease.

“Sorry, Eddie. About being late,” Steve apologized, attempting to seem genuine. “Is there anything else I messed up?”

Eddie looked up, cocking his head to the side, and started the truck. He seemed to think about it for a moment, then his features softened.

“No, man, I’m sorry. It’s my problem with Wayne right now. I… I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I wasn’t expecting a new crew member so soon, and he just kind of sprung it on me.” Eddie pulled out and started to drive, Gareth and Jeff trailing behind.

“Oh, I hear you. Maybe we could start over?” Steve holds out his left hand for a shake. After a pause, Eddie takes it with a small smile that looks like it pains him.

On the drive over, he gave Steve a rundown of the project, telling him what parts he’s planning to train him on for today: mostly carpentry and quality assurance practices. Steve did his best to keep track of all of the new information, but he’s pretty sure any progress he made with Eddie in the truck was shot by the end of the day. Steve kept forgetting key details, almost punched a hole in his hand. He couldn’t help thinking he should have had a safety course before all this. Gareth and Jeff did most of the work under Eddie’s instruction as he trained Steve who was working at a much slower pace. Eddie got more and more frustrated with him throughout the day, but Steve would notice when he schooled his emotions back to calm. He could see he was trying to be patient with him. He appreciated Eddie making an effort. It also made him feel slightly feverish.

Not that he wasn’t already feeling that. The hot Indiana sun bore down them all day, reddening everyone’s skin except Jeff’s. Steve couldn’t understand how Eddie was wearing a black t-shirt and still had his hair down. It wasn’t until the late morning that he stretched upwards, pulling a hair tie off of his wrist with his teeth and gathering his curly, wispy locks into a high ponytail. Unruly pieces at the front of his face sprang free and some stuck to his forehead and he bent back down to continue hammering a nail. Steve was on a water break and had to take an extra few minutes to look in the opposite direction.

Their day ended without many hiccups, and Steve was exhausted by the end of it. The ride back to the office was quiet as Eddie played music. Steve was mostly lost in thought.

Suddenly, Eddie leaned over to turn the volume down, and glanced over. “What’d you think?”

Steve blinked the sleep out of his eyes in the bright afternoon light. “About what?” he said.

“The job, Steve. This is your first construction job, I can tell.” He tried not to squirm as Eddie’s eyes flitted from Steve’s face to his blistered hands in his lap and then, after a beat, back to the road ahead. “No shame,” he started again, “just observations.”

Something lit up in Steve. “Nah, you’ve got me all wrong. Maybe Wayne and I are hustling you, and next week I’ll blow it out of the water.”

“Not sure how that would benefit you, Stevie, and I haven’t placed any bets,” Eddie laughed.

Steve took a moment to think. “Okay, well, to answer your question, I don’t know what I’m really doing. Today was cool though, I learned a lot. Lately…–I’m just trying things out I guess.”

Eddie nodded like he understood, but Steve knew he didn’t explain it well. He didn’t know if he should share that ending up at this kind of place was not in his plans.

“Well, you did good for your first day,” Eddie said. Before Steve could think about it, he was grinning, heart fluttering from the praise; he instead looked to his hands clasped in his lap. Eddie glanced over but didn’t return his smile.

When they were finally back, Gareth and Jeff had beat them, already walking to their respective vehicles. Eddie slowed the truck and rolled the window down. “See you losers tonight?” he called out. They yelled out their agreements, Gareth saying something about how he better be luckier than last time. When Eddie made no moves to invite him on their outing or whatever, Steve decided to forget about it. Moments later, as they parked, the other boys had already left.

His hard hat and vest sat in his lap, and he thought about how he should write his name on them, even though the guys didn’t need them for today’s job. Eddie held his hand out; sitting in his palm was a key. “To the clubhouse,” he clarified. “You can put that stuff away, whatever locker you like.”

Steve took the key and nodded, trying to ignore the feel of Steve’s fingers brushing Eddie’s rough palm. Dirt caked their fingernails and formed a layer over everything. Steve couldn’t wait to shower.

Their eyes met over the center console of the truck. “Same time Monday,” Eddie stated. “Well, earlier next time, big boy.” He winked. Steve’s heart skipped a beat. “Have a good weekend.”

Before he knew it, Eddie was out of the truck, trekking towards Wayne’s office, probably to go tell him what an actually bad job Steve did today and how distracted he was by Eddie’s arms. He took a deep breath and tried to steel himself, heading towards the clubhouse. Once inside, he was surprised to find Max there, sitting in one of the seats at the table playing a Gameboy. She looked up as he opened the door, but quickly returned her attention. A skateboard sat at her feet and she was absently rolling it back and forth.

“First day?” she asked.

“Yep,” answered Steve.

“Rough?”

“Yep,” he repeated. He placed his gear into the first open locker he saw, trying to ignore the way his skin screamed as he stretched.

“You might want to invest in some sunscreen next time,” said Max, grinning at his pained expression.

“Ha-ha, thanks,” he responded sarcastically. He admittedly was concerned if Max could see his redness from so far away. He dashed to the bathroom to look in the mirror. A harsh blush decorated his nose and cheeks; his ears were mostly protected by his hair. His arms felt warm and tender to the touch. He decided to wash his hands and face while he was there. He heard the front door open and slam shut once he wet his face.

“Goddamn it,” he heard Eddie’s voice yell from the other room. “Goddamn it. It’s just like last summer. He’s going to ruin everything.”

Steve froze. Was he talking about him?

“Whoa, Eddie, calm down,” Max had an emphasis to her tone that he knew was trying to communicate to Eddie that Steve was still here. He heard hushed tones after that, finished up in the bathroom just as he heard the door at the end of the hall close. Steve stepped out.

The door to Eddie’s office was shut, and Steve grew an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Didn’t he say Steve did a good job?

He came into the kitchen and looked to Max; she gave him a slight smile but made no moves to explain what had just happened. He only checked to see that she seemed alright, then gave her a small salute, and he headed out the door. He was tired and wanted nothing more than to get home. If Eddie was going to complain about him behind his back while being nice to his face, what was Steve even doing? Was he really that bad?

He placed the key on his key ring, climbed into his car; all the short-lived joy from the praise earlier disappeared. Feeling defeated, Steve headed home.

[kai-anderson-whore]

New colleague (jeff pfister x fem reader)

Summary: it's your first day at work and one of your new colleagues are all shy and embarrassed about their project

Warnings: Jeff and mutt being little coke whores, sex bot 😭, mentions of mutt embarrassing Jeff for having a boner, and mentions of sex workers

A/n this was requested on wattpad and I thought the sex bot thing is so funny plus its obviously a Jeff and mutt thing to do

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It was your first day working at kineros

Robotics after many, many years of studying putting your blood,sweat and tears into your education you were finally here.

You walked up to the secretary who you had met before applying for this job wilhemina venable "Hey wilhemina" you smiled wilhemina looked up at you from her computer screen "ah y/n yes come with me" she smiled taking you to your new office where you will help build robots with your colleagues.

You walked through hallways finally making it to the work station you saw two men with Bob haircuts doing god knows what, wilhemina cleared her throat gaining the attention of the two men, "hey" the brunette one shrugged neither of them noticing you yet, "this is y/n" their heads snapped up hearing a females name that's when you realised they probably don't get any female attention.

"Well what can we do for you" the brunette smirked from his seat, "you'll do nothing for her she works here with you two now so you both better make her feel comfortable and show her around" wilhemina scolded you also made a note that they were the annoying ones to work with great, you noticed the blonde wasn't saying a word he looked shy and timid.

Wilhemina said her goodbyes leaving you with your new colleagues, "I'm mutt by the way and that's jeff" mutt introduced with a polite smile, "nice to meet you" you smiled back giving Jeff a nod, which made him blush, "so where you from originally?" Mutt asked, "Oh I'm from w/y/f I moved here after my breakup with my ex and decided to focus on my career" you shrugged you noticed how Jeff's head peaked up from behind his computer when you mentioned you were single now.

"So how about you two then what's your story" you asked watching mutt snort a line of cocaine, you were shocked you never seen anything like it, before, mutt mostly did the talking for Jeff, "well that's my lunch break Jeff get y/n up to date with our project I'll be back in an hour and a half" mutt said grabbing his jacket leaving the lab.

"So what is it your working on?" You asked trying to start a conversation you knew it was something to do with robots, "erm well a female robot" Jeff mumbled shyly, "Oh cool for any reason" you asked observing the robot, "erm no no just you know doing our job" he chuckled you noticed the robots hand was a weird way so you had to ask why.

"Oh you know holding cups and what not" Jeff stumbled over his words the more you looked at the bot that's when it clicked "it's a sex bot Jeff Oh my god you two are making a sex robot hey I get it sometimes you get lonely" you put your hands up chuckling to yourself, Jeff tried to avoid eye contact with you.

You found it cute how easily shy he got around you no one really ever was like that around you only you around them, "okay so where are you at now with the sex bot" you asked hearing the soft rock playing in the background, "we're pretty much finished just need to test her out" he mumbled shyly you let out a laugh "your seriously not going to fuck the Robot are you what if it like explodes or something" you said in between laughs.

"Of course not I'll have mutt test it out" he chuckled back Jeff didn't want to admit but he thought your laugh was the most beautiful sound in the world he felt embarrassed about you knowing that him and mutt made a sex bot "Hey lovers" you heard mutt call entering the  lab, "mutt I need you to test the robot out in your own time" Jeff blushed at the nickname mutt gave you both and so did you.

Yo thought Jeff was cute he wasn't the type of guy you usually go for but he was sweet and kind and you loved when he blushed, "Oh it's time for my break I'll be back shortly" you said grabbing your coat hanging on the pegs leaving the lab.

"So what have you been up to casanova" mutt asked wiggling his eyebrows dishing out lines of the white powder, "Oh nothing just telling y/n about the robot that's all" Jeff shrugged snorting the lines of cocaine, "you gotta admit she is pretty hot" mutt said also snorting more of the drug.

"What no" Jeff scoffed but mutt saw right through his lie, "so you mean to tell me you wouldn't bang her I mean I could sense your boner when I was on my break" mutt laughed Jeff hid his face with embarrassment he instantly caught feelings for you how could he not.

"Just shoot your shot bro I bet she likes you too" mutt shrugged but Jeff knew talking to girls was not his strong point unless he's paying sex workers, he never had a proper girlfriend so he knew he'd be a nervous reck and probably mess everything up, "no I can't she wouldn't go for a dude like me" Jeff mumbled feeling the doubt.

"Just get to know her more then soon she'll be head over heel I'm telling you" mutt insisted Jeff gave it a thought before agreeing with him hopefully as time goes on you'd feel the same

[atmilliways]

Wrong On The Money (41)

part 41 of ?? | 936 words | Teen+

Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr

Summary:

It seems only right that Eddie makes it his mission to get Steve to believe him. Boost him up, drive home that this really was a great day, make sure he’s smiling for the rest of the night.

41.

Steve is smiling back at him, and Eddie almost can't take how good it feels. “You should play with us again sometime,” he adds, and watches as a blush slides over Steve’s cheeks in the relative darkness of the porch.

He’s not saying it for that reaction—although that’s pretty great, makes him feel a little giddy.

He’s saying it because Steve’s next move is to duck his head and rub at the back of his neck like he isn’t sure it’s the truth. WHat is it about those words that make them so hard to accept, huh?

“Nah. I don’t want to come between you and your friends.”

Eddie chews on the inside of his cheek , because fuck. That sounds like Steve did overhear Gareth and Frank mouthing off the other day. Which is so stupid, because they don’t even know Steve, they have no idea what they’re talking about and should not be considered credible sources. Stuck in high school—god, Margaret had nailed it, as usual. Jeff’s the only one who knows why Eddie is as good as dirt compared to Steve (even if Jeff himself keeps trying for some reason to insist that’s not true, the maniac).

It seems only right that Eddie makes it his mission to get Steve to believe him. Boost him up, drive home that this really was a great day, make sure he’s smiling for the rest of the night.

Eddie bumps the back of one hand, the one holding the last of the joint, against Steve’s arm. Offering. The last hit will be harsh as hell, but he doesn’t want to not offer. Steve jumps a little bit but moves to take it, and Eddie waits until their gazes cross paths to reply, “You’re not a problem, Stevie. Seriously.”

Steve starts coughing on his hit . . . and coughing, and coughing, Jesus H. Christ. Not the right time to pilot test a nickname, apparently—but Eddie hadn’t meant to, it had popped out. Felt like a Stevie moment.

Great job, Munson. 

Maybe someone ought to wire his jaw shut. He mourns his lack of impulse control—not that being high helps—while giving Steve a few thumps on the back. 

“Besides,” he says while Steve continues to hack up a lung, “Jeff and Gareth are the only ones still local, and Jeff’s cool. Gareth will warm up, especially if you keep feeding him. It’s fine.” He pauses, the thumping settling into his palm rubbing slow circles between Steve’s shoulder blades. “Trust me, if Margaret had a problem with you, you’d definitely know about it. And Frank’ll be over it by the next time he visits, as long as everybody else is on board. You’re a good dude now, Steve; people are capable of figuring that out.” And he means it. He means every word so fucking much. 

So much for killing that crush. Steve looks up at him with wide, reddened, watering eyes like he’s been given an unexpected gift and Eddie is more head over heels than he’s ever been for anyone in his whole life—and that includes Han Solo.

“Are we friends?” Steve blurts out, and, okay, maybe they both have an impulsivity problem. Or . . . well, they are both high. 

“Yeah,” Eddie confirms, no hesitation. “The Freak and the Hair, improbable friends after the apocalypse that wasn’t.”

Because they have the truce, and they’re basically coparenting (co-big-brothering?) Dustin, and Steve’s friends all like Eddie (even if Eddie can’t say the reverse of all his friends yet). Hell, they’ve even saved each other's lives. That means they actually are friends, right? That they’ve reached that point?

The smile Steve gives him is watery too, and he hasn’t moved away from Eddie’s hand on his back. (Both of these facts have Eddie’s heart in his throat.) “Okay. Cool.”

They go back inside. Wayne is out catching up with some buddies of his, so they have the house to themselves. 

“We still gotta eat dinner,” Steve points out after they crash onto the inside couch, all loose-limbed and closer than Eddie either realized or expected. “I could make, uh . . . that tuna casserole? With the crunched up potato chips?” 

Eddie blows out a deep breath through loose lips, his head lolling back against the top of the couch. This again. “You already cooked today, man. Let’s just order pizza, okay? My treat.”

“I . . . thought that’s why you shared the last of your weed with me?”

“Oh, that wasn’t the last of it.” Eddie smirks up at him from approximately shoulder height, and Steve. . . . God, Steve looks perfect. The hair, and the sparkle of mischief in his hazel eyes that part of Eddie wants to see if he can make ignite into something else. (Now is not the time for that thought.) “There’s more in my room somewhere, I just didn’t feel like getting up to find it.”

“Uh huh,” Steve says, sounding unimpressed. “How about you go get more of that, and I’ll take care of the pizza, call it even?”

Eddie’s grin widens, and he stands up—Steve watches like never seen anyone do it this way before. He goes legs first, then hips, then his spine and upper body following, all a beat behind the other like a Slinky rolling upright. 

Then he punctuates it with a little jump and a tada flourish. “You are so weird,” Steve says, but he’s grinning back as he says it. Which may not mean anything, but to Eddie, in that moment? It’s everything. He floats into his bedroom, not even bothered by how many places he has to look to track down the rest of his stash.

[jimmy-johns-was-taken]

Can I request BEN Drowned with Fox Spirit S/O who was curious about Video Games? :3

Ok so since it wasn’t specified imma do Headcanons mixed with one shot cuz I’ve wanted to forever now and this ask is literally perfect

Anon you are my test subject, hope you don’t mind ❤️

BEN Drowned with a Fox Spirit s/o

So becuz this is Creepypasta, I’m going with more of a negative fox spirit?

The thing that has to do with bad omens, negativity, and is known as a trickster, sly, cunning, etc.

You were probably out in some random woods one day, MINDING YOUR OWN BUSINESS

And boom

Hatchet at your face

Of course it didn’t work, but now you, a nine tailed fox spirit thing, have to deal with Slenderman’s proxies

Not scary at all right?

Your probably brought to the mansion quickly, the proxies decided that after realizing you weren’t human

Slender is so over everyone and all their shit that he just kinda says “yeah fuck it, stay here, whatever man”

And thus, the mansion now has a nine tailed bad omen walking around

Nobody really talked to you at first, but then Nina spoke to you and found out you were really cool and epic and now y’all are friends

Becuz of your cunning and tricky ways, you and Nina get up to a lot of trouble

Naturally, someone messing around, it’s bound to hit BEN’s ears eventually

“Hey! Nina! You busy?” The elf questioned, slightly jogging up to the infamous scene Queen.

“No? What’s up?” She titled her head to the side.

“Ok so, who’s this new guy? I’ve heard y’all get up to shit and I feel very left out,” BEN fake pouted.

“Oh!!” Nina smiled evilly, “you would get along with with them. I think they’re in their room, come on,” before BEN could respond, Nina began dragging him down the hallway.

Your door slammed open, Nina and a blonde you had yet to meet stood in the door way. Your tails and ears perked up in high alert, but deflated when you recognized Nina. You all starred at each other, unsure of what to say. You waved, BEN gave a small wave back, and Nina rolled her eyes.

“BEN! This is (Y/N), the newest resident!” Nina squealed.

“Nice to meet you, I’m BEN,” his voice glitched and changed in sound as he spoke.

“Cool, I’m (Y/N), but Nina calls me Nine Tails.”

“Like the Pokémon?”

“The fucking what?”

And thus, a beautiful friendship was born.

You and BEN would get up to all sorts of shit

Pestering Jeff, disrupting people working, pestering Jeff some more

You two had similar personalities, both of you being sly and cunning, but it merged well and you got along great

And for a long time, you never questioned videogames

Sure, you had heard of them, but you never played or anything

And you were certain if you asked BEN if you could touch any of his precious games, he’d try to kill you then and there

So, when the nickname “Nine Tails” gained popularity throughout the mansion, you went to BEN to ask

And he told you about Pokémon

And you had no clue what a fucking Pokémon was????

The look on BENs face was to die for

He looked so offended

“Pokémon??? Like the hit game?” He questioned, hand on his chest in a fake hurt manor.

“I don’t play videogames,” you replied, rolling your eyes. BEN gasped dramatically and grabbed your wrist, sprinting to his room. Once there, he grabbed a small machine.

“What the fuck is that?” You asked.

“A console, dumbass,” BEN began digging through piles of games, “I’m going to show you my game!” He grabbed one and held it up in a small victory pose. You laughed at him, then sat down next to him to watch. He grabbed a control and booted up the game, showing you around the world.

“How do you make them move?” You asked, head resting on his shoulder and tails swinging around behind you.

“The controller, here,” he handed you the odd mechanism, and you looked back up at the screen. You moved around what BEN called a “joystick” and low and behold, the little character on the screen moved.

“Oh my gosh, look!” You tails were perked up in excitement and BEN smiled.

“I know! Cool, right?”

“Yeah!” You seemed happy, “so where’s this nine tails thing?”

“Oh my gosh, your going to love Pokémon.”

Complete side note but BEN def. Loves it when his s/o sits in his lap or Vice versa when playing videogames

[sanriosratz]

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#5

Hello ! Sorry for my bad English, I'm french. But can I ask you how is x virus with his partner ? ^^ I'm sorry for asking if "commission" are closed <3

hi! sorry this took so long to get out, my mental health has been in the gutter, lately

X-Virus with his partner

(this is my version of canon, so I'm sorry if it's not what you wanted lmao) First of all, we're not going to talk about how you got with this man, but if he (hypothetically) had a partner, it'd probably be very neglectful. Cody doesn't take care of himself all that well; I mean, he's an addict; he's pretty much always focused on making new viruses he can test on himself, so there's no attention going your way. If there was, likely, it's just trialling a virus on you, which would be rare as he prefers to feel the after-effects of his viruses so he can note them down more accurately. You'd have to tend to him quite a bit as many of his viruses have very harsh side effects, which can leave him writhing in pain for hours or even (temporarily) paralysed. The whole relationship would be very one-sided, with you being neglected 99% of the time.

hopefully, it was to your standards, if you want it within normal creepypasta AU (and not my lore), then just send it in again

27 notes - Posted October 18, 2022

#4

Hiii! I hope your having a nice day or night! Can I request older sibling headcanons with Ben drowned,Nina and judge angels? Platonically ofc! How much younger the reader is,is up to you! Also gn reader please!~hyper anon

hi, hyper anon!!!! sorry I didn’t answer earlier and took me so long to actually answer it!!

(reader isn’t too young, maybe a few years younger than the creepy <;3)

Older Brother! Ben Drowned & Younger Sibling (GN)! Reader

In my canon Ben was an only child so the reader is platonically adopted as Ben’s younger sibling. He’s very happy to have a younger sibling! Growing up, for them, they didn’t have too many great male role models so they try their best to be a greater role model for you. He definitely plays video games with you; purposely losing to make you feel good about winning (or if you lose Ben makes sure you win the next round!), he’d also introduce you to his friends (namely Jeff and EJ, as he lives with them) and they, too, adopt you as their lil’ sibling.

Older Sibling! Nina & Younger Sibling (GN)! Reader

Nina 100% makes it her sworn duty to protect you from any dangers that may present itself to you! They're very happy to have another younger sibling and makes sure to love you as they did their brother, Chris. She does tons of things with you from baking at stupid times of day/night, to picnics, to just a bunch of fun activities! Their girlfriend, Clockwork/Natalie, definitely adopts you as her younger sibling so that she can be a better role model than her older brother was to her.

Older Sister! Dina & Younger Sibling (GN)! Reader

Dina, having never had a sibling before and being a completely lonely child, is overjoyed at the idea of being a older sister! She's very caring and gives you tons of cute angel-like nicknames/petnames such as "Angel", "Feather", "Avengelos" (Greek name meaning messenger or good angel), "Dove" and more. Dina loves nature and spends every moment she can outside and definitely pulls you outside so you can feel the wind against your face, the grass between your toes, and can hear the many calming sounds of nature. Picnics are also a must; a basket packed with good food, and sweet or savoury snacks is always taken and after you've both filled yourselves with food you lay down and go cloud-gazing, laughing at the ideas of what certain clouds look like. All in all, Dina is the best sister 100/10

EEK, sorry this took so long to answer, I just kinda forgot about it, haha 😅

34 notes - Posted April 29, 2022

#3

Toby headcanons

@eldritch-hall-asylum / @ellie-insertsurnamehere cuz you like Toby! (I think, at least)

Connie (Toby's mum (or mom if ur weird >_>)) had Tourette's when she was younger. She grew out of it before having kids, though.

Loves axe-throwing! He's pretty good at it, too!

Gets along quite well with EJ! They're both quite artistically talented and love sharing tips together.

Also just likes EJ's being in his presence. He feels safe.

He wants a pet raccoon. (so do I :()

Has a tic of "Guess who made waffles!" from Invader Zim

Definitely likes vintage things.

His most common motor tics are throwing his head back, hitting his chest, and cracking his neck. These can be quite dangerous and he definitely hurts himself without knowing.

His most common vocal tics are coprolalia (the vulgar/swearing tic), the waffles tic and just general shouting/loudness.

Can't taste but loves sour/savoury things over sweet things.

Collector. Of what you might be asking? Anything he can get his grubby little mitts on.

Has freckles. Like, tons. They're mostly on his shoulders and back, though.

39 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

#2

Hyper anon is aliveee!!! Can I request a platonic Ben drowned x Gn reader where the reader is a newbie to the mansion? Please and thank you! Have a good day or night!-hyper anon

hello hyper anon! :D i hope you’re doing well, today!

Ben Drowned w/ Newbie GN! Reader

Woah. New friend? Not the most sociable of the residents at the mansion but is either a) tasked to tour you or b) has a connection with you! He’d show you around the mansion, tell you the many quirks that the mansion has, the shortcuts and whatnot. As they tell you about the “chores” that everyone has, they definitely moan about their own (electricity/tech mainly). Showing you the many rooms the mansion has, such as a very large library, laundry room, the basement (that has no real use, he guesses Toothpick has it for some unknown aesthetics?), the game room (his personal favourite! It’s got new and old games, virtual and board games, it’s stocked!) and the other many, many rooms (Ben swears the mansion grows with every passing day. He’s glad he doesn’t live here!). Finally, showing you to your bedroom (where you can choose to reside or you can find your own small home if you prefer privacy.), they lay themselves on your bed and definitely did not nap (jk they did).

Ben, being a bit of a nervous soul and liking to keep to himself, wouldn’t be the best tour-guide. They’d probably forget some key details (such as the rules that need to be followed if you reside in The House.) and probably, maybe, definitely get the both of you lost, seeing as though they don’t live there and instead live with EJ and Jeff in a small house further away.

If you do decide to live in The House, you’d definitely have to get more details from other people but your initial tour-guide and information-giver(?), Ben, was quite nice!

Thank you for requesting, Hyper Anon! <33

45 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

i’m not gonna lie every time i read a creepypasta + y/n i immediately think that y/n is just a normal person who just toddled in

79 notes - Posted January 12, 2022

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[devouv]

INTRODUCTION

Greetings! Let me introduce myself, my name is Jordane D'Easton, can be called Joe, Dane or any other nicknames you preferred. I use masculine pronouns and have reached my legal age also a Sagittarian. As for MBTI, I got ISFP when I took the test a long ago and I got a ISTP for the new test.

About interest, I pay my attention to THE BOYZ, ENHYPEN, Fromis_9, Cats, Coffee, and MLBB thingy. I love to watch movie/series and listening music. I'm a casual listener of NIKI, Olivia Rodrigo, Yura Yunita, Idgitaf, Jeff Satur, HIVI, LANY, Tilly Birds, and many more.

[tbmunson]

Hi, I see your requests are open, may i ask Gareth Emerson x Reader , when they fighting and making up the reason can be any, any little thing. Hope everything is oOK with request

Yellow Flowers - Gareth Emerson x GN!Reader

Summary: You and Gareth have a small argument because he indirectly called you dumb.

Warnings: Slight angst, Anger, Fluff.

WC: 650ish

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"Pantera? Better than Antrax? Really?" Gareth looked at you in disbelief.

"Well Anthrax isn't better than Pantera, so yeah?" You nodded lightly, raising your eyebrows to reaffirm your statement.

Gareth shook his head, dropping his hands down to the cafeteria table. "No way. Are you dumb?"

You knew he didn't mean it like that, but it still hurt. You weren't the smartest in most classes. You gave it your all and barely stayed afloat. English was really the only class you excelled in due to the amount of time you'd spent reading as a child. "Yeah, I fucking guess." You stood abruptly, leaving your tray and Gareth at the table.

He knew as soon as the word left his mouth he'd screwed up, especially when the look of hurt that flashed across your face. He stood, calling after you. "Sugar, wait! That's not what I... meant." He sighed and plopped down, resting his head in his hands. "Son of a bitch."

"I can't believe you said that, dude." Jeff stated, shaking his head at his friend.

Gareth's shoulders shook with a single bitter chuckle as he looked over at his friend. "Yeah, me either."

You went the rest of the school day without talking to him, then after school you went straight home instead of going to Corroded Coffin's band practice. You had your nose in a history book, studying for your test Monday, when the phone rang. "Hello?"

"Hey, Sugar, I'm about to be on the way to pick you up for our date tonight." Gareth sounded a bit worried, like you were going to tell him no, which is basically what you did.

"Actually, Gare,"

Good, he thought, my nickname. Can't be too mad if they're using that.

"I have a huge history test Monday. Can't fail that. Trying to be less dumb."

Okay, maybe they're still mad.

"Baby, come on. You know I didn't mean it like that." He explained, leaning his head against the wall he was resting on, one hand in his front pocket and the other pressing the phone to his ear.

You were silent for a moment, taking it in. "I know. It still hurt though. I gotta go. I'll talk to you later." You hung the phone up before you could start crying, but you immediately regretted not telling him you loved him. You did that at the end of every phone call. You just watched the phone sitting on the hook for a few minutes, wondering if he'd call you back.

He didn't.

Instead he got in his truck and headed to the store. He grabbed your favorite snacks and a small bouquet of yellow flowers before stopping off at Family Video for a movie. It wasn't anything extravagant, but he wanted you to know he loved you and he was sorry.

You'd had a shitty time studying. You kept looking at the phone, wondering if he'd ever call you back, wondering if you'd been maybe a little too sensitive. You had closed the history book and were seconds away from grabbing the phone and dialing his number when the doorbell rang.

Gareth stood there, wondering if you'd answer the door. You were home alone after all. Answering the door when you weren't expecting anyone could be dangerous. He was deep in his thoughts when he heard you coming down the stairs.

You peeked through the peephole, seeing your boyfriend standing there with a brown paper bag and flowers. You opened the door, a small smile on your face. "What's this?" You asked, lacing your fingers together in front of you.

"An apology. I really shouldn't have said that, no matter if I didn't mean it or not. I know you do your best and I'm sorry that I hurt you." He was looking at you, sincerity on his face and in his words.

You bottom lip wobbled a bit before you jumped on him, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I love you."

"I love you too, Sugar."

[agentnico]

Top Gun: Maverick (2022) Review

Who are the bad guys in Top Gun: Maverick? In the film, the recruits for the Navy’s secret mission are told that a “rogue nation” is this close to opening up a new uranium refinery, which will give them nuclear capability. But the rogue nation is never named. So who is the rogue nation? And why can’t we know? Do they even know? Does Tom Cruise know? I bet Tom Cruise knows. Lucky bugger knows everything. 

Plot: After more than 30 years of service as one of the Navy's top aviators, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell is where he belongs, pushing the envelope as a courageous test pilot and dodging the advancement in rank that would ground him. Training a detachment of graduates for a special assignment, Maverick must confront the ghosts of his past and his deepest fears, culminating in a mission that demands the ultimate sacrifice from those who choose to fly it.

Well pardon my pun, but Top Gun: Maverick is simply ace! This is such an adrenaline fuelled, riveting and exciting action film. This is what summer blockbusters are all about, or at least they should be, as I hear the new Jurassic World ain’t got much raptor bite, as those critics are taking up that Jeff Goldblum meme and stating “that’s a big pile of shit”. But hey, you know what isn’t a pile of crap? Top Gun: Maverick! I’m saying this as someone who isn’t a major fan of the original. Don’t get me wrong, I have no problem with the first Top Gun, its a typical cheesy 80s action flick filled with one liners and elongated love scenes (oh yeah, we all had to sit through that one!), but I only watched it for the first time around 5 years ago, so obviously not having that nostalgic factor or having experienced it when it first came out made it a fairly forgettable experience. 

However with Top Gun: Maverick, the best way I can describe it is its Top Gun for our modern generation. As in a nutshell its basically the same film as the first, as its got that 80s cheese factor, belting out Kenny Loggins’ ‘Danger Zone” right from its opening moment as planes waltz off an air carrier to daft macho contrivances as a bunch of guys with their tops off play volleyball on the beach, that’s all in this one. Yet there’s also the epic nail biting aeronautics going on also, with all the actors having actually trained to fly these jets and the movie filming the flying sequences right in there with the actors in the plane seats, as they spin up in the air and go full throttle, providing such a visual spectacle that reminds us that sometimes its good to actually head to a cinema and see a movie on the biggest screen possible rather than watching endless yet entertaining nonsensical gibberish on Netflix such as Is it Cake? or Floor Is Lava. Truly all the flying sequences are incredible and you can tell the actors are doing it all themselves, especially Miles Teller who sweats and manically eyes all around him as he flies to his near death. You could just tell on his red face that he’s thinking “damn, I may actually snuff it”. Truly thrilling stuff. And for us experiencing it all now on the big screen, this is how it must have felt like for people back in the 80s watching the original Top Gun. And that’s what makes this new one so enjoyable. It keeps that 80s feel, yet modernizes it enough to fit right into 2022.

Seeing Tom Cruise flashing his cute/crazy superstar smile under his aviators, look, I know the guy is a scientologist and honestly what was he thinking getting involved in that, but he’s such a charming presence bringing so much energy back to his role as Maverick. And he has a good rivalry/bromance going with Miles Teller who plays Goose’s son Rooster (gosh all these nicknames!), who provides the main emotional gravitas to the movie, with Maverick having to deal with constant guilt over the death of his friend. Speaking of friends, Val Kilmer returns for a cameo role in one of the more touching and affecting moments, and overall director Joseph Kosinski finds that perfect balance in providing enough call-backs to the original whilst making the entire experience feel new and fresh. The entire movie puts a massive smile on your face as it generates such an infectious feeling of joy. Pulls at the heartstrings, featuring epic aerial stunts that put CGI use to shame, a game cast that is evidently having the time of their life, this is the kind of movie that has perfectly come together. What a rush!

Overall score: 8/10

[timeless-hollywood-classics]

Rhonda Fleming (born Marilyn Louis; August 10, 1923 – October 14, 2020) was an American film and television actress and singer. She acted in more than 40 films, mostly in the 1940s and 1950s, and became renowned as one of the most glamorous actresses of her day, nicknamed the "Queen of Technicolor" because she photographed so well in that medium.

Fleming was born Marilyn Louis in Hollywood, California, to Harold Cheverton Louis, an insurance salesman, and Effie Graham, a stage actress who had appeared opposite Al Jolson in the musical Dancing Around at New York's Winter Garden Theatre from 1914 to 1915. Fleming's maternal grandfather was John C. Graham, an actor, theater owner, and newspaper editor in Utah.

She began working as a film actress while attending Beverly Hills High School, from which she graduated in 1941. She was discovered by the well-known Hollywood agent Henry Willson, who changed her name to "Rhonda Fleming".

"It's so weird", Fleming said later. "He stopped me crossing the street. It kinda scared me a little bit -- I was only 16 or 17. He signed me to a seven-year contract without a screen test. It was a Cinderella story, but those could happen in those days."

Fleming's agent Willson went to work for David O. Selznick, who put her under contract.[5][6] She had bit parts in In Old Oklahoma (1943), Since You Went Away (1944) for Selznick, and in When Strangers Marry (1944).

She received her first substantial role in the thriller, Spellbound (1945), produced by Selznick and directed by Alfred Hitchcock. "Hitch told me I was going to play a nymphomaniac", Fleming said later. "I remember rushing home to look it up in the dictionary and being quite shocked." The film was a success and Selznick gave her another good role in the thriller The Spiral Staircase (1946), directed by Robert Siodmak.

Selznick lent her out to appear in supporting parts in the Randolph Scott Western Abilene Town (1946) at United Artists and the film noir classic Out of the Past (1947) with Robert Mitchum and Kirk Douglas, at RKO, where she played a harried secretary.

Fleming's first leading role came in Adventure Island (1947), a low-budget action film made for Pine-Thomas Productions at Paramount Pictures in the two-color Cinecolor process and co-starring fellow Selznick contractee Rory Calhoun.

Fleming then auditioned for the female lead in a Bing Crosby film, a part Deanna Durbin turned down at Paramount in A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court (1949), a musical loosely based on the story by Mark Twain. Fleming exhibited her singing ability, dueting with Crosby on "Once and For Always" and soloing with "When Is Sometime". They recorded the songs for a three-disc, 78-rpm Decca album, conducted by Victor Young, who wrote the film's orchestral score. Her vocal coach in Hollywood, Harriet Lee, praised her "lovely voice", saying, "she could be a musical comedy queen". The movie was Fleming's first Technicolor film. Her fair complexion and flaming red hair photographed exceptionally well and she was nicknamed the "Queen of Technicolor", a moniker not worth much to her as she would have preferred to be known for her acting. Actress Maureen O'Hara expressed a similar sentiment when the same nickname was given to her around this time.

She then played another leading role opposite a comedian, in this case Bob Hope, in the The Great Lover (1949). It was a big hit and Fleming was established. "After that, I wasn't fortunate enough to get good directors", said Fleming. "I made the mistake of doing lesser films for good money. I was hot – they all wanted me – but I didn't have the guidance or background to judge for myself."

In February 1949, Selznick sold his contract players to Warner Bros, but he kept Fleming.

In 1950 she portrayed John Payne's love interest in The Eagle and the Hawk, a Western.

Fleming was lent to RKO to play a femme fatale opposite Dick Powell in Cry Danger (1951), a film noir. Back at Paramount, she played the title role in a Western with Glenn Ford, The Redhead and the Cowboy (1951).

In 1950, she ended her association with Selznick after eight years, though her contract with him had another five years to run.

Fleming signed a three-picture deal with Paramount. Pine-Thomas used her as Ronald Reagan's leading lady in a Western, The Last Outpost (1951), John Payne's leading lady in the adventure film Crosswinds (1951), and with Reagan again in Hong Kong (1951).

She sang on NBC's Colgate Comedy Hour during the same live telecast that featured Errol Flynn, on September 30, 1951, from the El Capitan Theater in Hollywood.

Fleming was top-billed for Sam Katzman's The Golden Hawk (1952) with Sterling Hayden, then was reunited with Reagan for Tropic Zone (1953) at Pine-Thomas. In 1953, Fleming portrayed Cleopatra in Katzman's Serpent of the Nile for Columbia. That same year, she filmed a western with Charlton Heston at Paramount, Pony Express (1953), and two films shot in three dimensions (3-D), Inferno with Robert Ryan at Fox, and the musical Those Redheads From Seattle with Gene Barry, for Pine-Thomas. The following year, she starred with Fernando Lamas in Jivaro, her third 3-D release, at Pine-Thomas. She went to Universal for Yankee Pasha (1954) with Jeff Chandler. Fleming also traveled to Italy to play Semiramis in Queen of Babylon (1954).

Fleming was part of a gospel singing quartet with Jane Russell, Connie Haines, and Beryl Davis.

Much of the location work for Fleming's 1955 Western Tennessee's Partner, in which she played Duchess opposite John Payne as Tennessee and Ronald Reagan as Cowpoke, was filmed at the Iverson Movie Ranch in Chatsworth, California, (known as the most heavily filmed outdoor location in the history of film and television). A distinctive monolithic sandstone feature behind which Fleming (as Duchess) hid during an action sequence, later became known as the Rhonda Fleming Rock. The rock is part of a section of the former movie ranch known as "Garden of the Gods", which has been preserved as public parkland.

Fleming was reunited with Payne and fellow redhead Arlene Dahl in a noir at RKO, Slightly Scarlet (1956). She did other thrillers that year; The Killer Is Loose (1956) with Joseph Cotten and Fritz Lang's While the City Sleeps (1956), co-starring Dana Andrews, at RKO. Fleming was top billed in an adventure movie for Warwick Films, Odongo (1956).

Fleming had the female lead in John Sturges's Gunfight at the O.K. Corral (1957) co-starring Burt Lancaster and Kirk Douglas, a big hit. She supported Donald O'Connor in The Buster Keaton Story (1957) and Stewart Granger in Gun Glory (1957) at MGM.

In May 1957, Fleming launched a nightclub act at the Tropicana in Las Vegas. It was a tremendous success. "I just wanted to know if I could get out on that stage – if I could do it. And I did! ... My heart was to do more stage work, but I had a son, so I really couldn't, but that was in my heart."

Fleming was Guy Madison's co star in Bullwhip (1958) for Allied Artists, and supported Jean Simmons in Home Before Dark (1958), which she later called her favorite role ("It was a marvellous stretch", she said).

Fleming was reunited with Bob Hope in Alias Jesse James (1959) and did an episode of Wagon Train.

She was in the Irwin Allen/Joseph M. Newman production of The Big Circus (1959), co-starring Victor Mature and Vincent Price. This was made for Allied Artists, whom Fleming later sued for unpaid profits.

Fleming travelled to Italy again to make The Revolt of the Slaves (1959) and was second billed in The Crowded Sky (1960).

In 1960, she described herself as "semi-retired", having made money in real estate investments. That year she toured her nightclub act in Las Vegas and Palm Springs.

During the 1950s, 1960s, and into the 1970s, Fleming frequently appeared on television with guest-starring roles on The Red Skelton Show, The Best of Broadway, The Investigators, Shower of Stars, The Dick Powell Show, Wagon Train, Burke's Law, The Virginian, McMillan & Wife, Police Woman, Kung Fu, Ellery Queen, and The Love Boat.

In 1958, Fleming again displayed her singing talent when she recorded her only LP, entitled simply Rhonda (reissued in 2008 on CD as Rhonda Fleming Sings Just For You). In this album, which was released by Columbia Records, she blended then-current songs like "Around The World" with standards such as "Love Me or Leave Me" and "I've Got You Under My Skin". Conductor-arranger Frank Comstock provided the musical direction.

On March 4, 1962, Fleming appeared in one of the last segments of ABC's Follow the Sun in a role opposite Gary Lockwood. She played a Marine in the episode, "Marine of the Month".

In December 1962, Fleming was cast as the glamorous Kitty Bolton in the episode, "Loss of Faith", on the syndicated anthology series, Death Valley Days, hosted by Stanley Andrews. In the story line, Kitty pits Joe Phy (Jim Davis) and Peter Gabriel (Don Collier) to run against each other for sheriff of Pima County, Arizona. Violence results from the rivalry.

In the 1960s, Fleming branched out into other businesses and began performing regularly on stage and in Las Vegas.

One of her final film appearances was in a bit-part as Edith von Secondburg in the comedy The Nude Bomb (1980) starring Don Adams. She also appeared in Waiting for the Wind (1990).

Fleming has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. In 2007, a Golden Palm Star on the Palm Springs Walk of Stars was dedicated to her.

Fleming worked for several charities, especially in the field of cancer care, and served on the committees of many related organizations. In 1991, her fifth husband, Ted Mann, and she established the Rhonda Fleming Mann Clinic for Women's Comprehensive Care at the UCLA Medical Center.

In 1964, Fleming spoke at the "Project Prayer" rally attended by 2,500 at the Shrine Auditorium in Los Angeles, California. The gathering, which was hosted by Anthony Eisley, a star of ABC's Hawaiian Eye series, sought to flood the United States Congress with letters in support of mandatory school prayer, following two decisions in 1962 and 1963 of the United States Supreme Court, which struck down mandatory school prayer as conflicting with the Establishment Clause of the First Amendment to the United States Constitution.

Joining Fleming and Eisley at the rally were Walter Brennan, Lloyd Nolan, Dale Evans, Pat Boone, and Gloria Swanson. Fleming declared, "Project Prayer is hoping to clarify the First Amendment to the Constitution and reverse this present trend away from God." Eisley and Fleming added that John Wayne, Ronald Reagan, Roy Rogers, Mary Pickford, Jane Russell, Ginger Rogers, and Pat Buttram would also have attended the rally had their schedules not been in conflict.

Fleming married six times:

Thomas Wade Lane, interior decorator, (1940–1942; divorced), one son

Dr. Lewis V. Morrill, Hollywood physician, (July 11, 1952 – 1954; divorced)

Lang Jeffries, actor, (April 3, 1960 – January 11, 1962; divorced)

Hall Bartlett, producer (March 27, 1966 – 1972; divorced)

Ted Mann, producer, (March 11, 1977 – January 15, 2001; his death)

Darol Wayne Carlson (2003 – October 31, 2017; his death)

Through her son Kent Lane (b. 1941), Rhonda also had two granddaughters (Kimberly and Kelly), four great-grandchildren (Wagner, Page, Lane, and Cole), and two great-great-grandchildren.

She was a Presbyterian and a Republican who supported Dwight Eisenhower during the 1952 presidential election.

Fleming died on October 14, 2020, in Saint John's Health Center, Santa Monica, California, at the age of 97. She is interred at Hillside Memorial Park in Culver City, California.

[rawiswhore]

Various WWF Wrestlers x Fem Reader- "Do Ya Wanna Touch Me?"

Hello. Sorry that I was gone for a while---I was on vacation and I don't own a smartphone, iPhone, iPad or even a laptop with me on vacation as well as didn't use any Internet when I was gone.

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Oh, the World Wrestling Federation's Attitude era, where the women's division and even women in general mostly just existed to be eye candy fap material, even some of the women during that era who were wrestlers were reduced to sex objects (i.e. Jacqueline and Ivory).

From legitimate wrestlers like Jacqueline and Ivory as well as valets like Sable, Debra and Terri Runnels doing bikini contests to most of the female roster doing bra & panties and evening gown matches (where they'd run around in the ring trying to rip each others clothes off until they're down to lingerie) and wrestle in bikinis filled with pudding or mud (and worse...get awarded WOMEN'S CHAMPIONSHIP belts for doing these so-called matches that barely contained any wrestling!).

Despite that the WWF's Attitude era being an era so many people put on a pedestal as the greatest wrestling era ever and that modern wrestling needs to be like it, some things about the Attitude era have not aged well, and the way the women's division was treated during this era is one of them.

And...some could debate if you were just another brick to add to the wall of how the women's division during the Attitude era wasn't so great.

Granted, you weren't always just eye candy doing bra & panties/evening gown and mud/pudding "matches" as well as bikini & wet T-shirt contests, but you also played a slutty nymphomaniac that dressed in little to nothing.

What's worse, being an eye candy sex object or being a slut, or both?

Either way, near the end of 1998, during a snippet on a "Monday Night Raw" episode that would lead to what's coming up next after commercial break, while the guitar riff to Slam Jam's "We're All Together Now" was playing, you were lying on a bed wearing nothing but a bra with a matching thong.

This really got the males (both grown men and horny underage boys) watching this in the audience as well as Jerry Lawler up in a frenzy, men and boys getting out of their seats and cheering loudly, some of them even wolf whistling at you, while Jerry Lawler's eyes bugged out of their sockets whilst he shrieked in overexcitement.

But that's not all.

While you laid on that bed in lingerie smiling, one of Triple H's hands reached out and grasped one of your tits, giving it a squeeze.

The camera was filming you, but it was filming one of Triple H's arms stretching out and his hand squeezing on one of your breasts.

"Oh my!" Jerry shrieked. "I-is that Triple H?"

Despite that Triple H's face wasn't being filmed, he was grinning naughtily while looking at you and murmuring.

His hand didn't just squeeze your tit, but fondled it as well.

Christian from the Brood's hand was squeezing and fondling your breast, again, Christian wasn't being filmed except for his arm and hand, but you could tell it was Christian, or at least a member of the Brood, because he was wearing that loose fitting long sleeved white shirt.

Though, the audience knows it's probably Christian considering they know you tried seducing him.

You were squirming and wiggling a little bit on the bed, smiling from ear to ear while they played with you.

Since Billy Gunn's nickname was Mr. Ass, one of his hands touched your rear end and turned you to your side on the mattress, where you lifted and turned your body over until you were being filmed from your side.

The camera was filming a good glimpse of your rear end sticking out, plus, you were wearing a thong.

His hand grasped and squeezed onto your ass cheek, and again, the camera didn't film Billy Gunn except for his arm and hand, but maybe they can tell it's Billy.

Off camera, Billy was smiling from ear to ear, his eyes staring at you while his mouth let out these murmurs.

Kane's gloved hand was wrapped around your neck and gently squeezed it, although he wasn't really choking you.

He didn't just choke you a bit, but his index and middle fingers crept into your mouth in between your lips, where you sucked on his black leather covered fingers as your eyes looked up at him.

The leather didn't taste very good, obviously, but your face is doing a good job of hiding that his gloved fingers doesn't taste pleasant.

Val Venis' hand was above your vulva, smiling and laughing a bit while he offered a hand, where the tips and pads of his fingers landed on your vulva, where his fingers vertically tickled up and down your clothed clit.

The audience, both male and female, can't believe what they're seeing.

This is bordering on pornography, much like the Attitude era itself, but if they thought that was shocking, they haven't seen anything yet.

While you were turned on your side, Shawn Michaels lent out one of his hands, where his hand was behind your back, his fingers wrapped around your bra closures and stretching it out until the closures detached from each other.

Shawn smiled as he had his hand behind your back and unhooked your bra, and Jerry Lawler's eyes bugged out of its sockets, pretending to be shocked that you're gonna get naked.

The males in the audience were going nuts, cheering even louder than before, hoping to see some nudity.

Shawn's fingers wrapped around one of your bra straps, whereas Jeff Hardy wrapped his fingers around your other bra strap and they slid your bra straps down your arms.

Before your bra cups could lift off of your breasts, Triple H and Christian lifted their hands off of your tits and slipped them under your bra cups, where their hands snuck under your bra cups and squeezed your breasts.

The audience is jealous, males are jealous of the wrestlers squeezing and touching you, whereas females are jealous that Triple H, Shawn, Billy, Val, Christian and Jeff are touching and undressing you.

When your bra straps slid down your arms until your bra cups were slipping off of your tits, Triple H and Christian's hands were covering your breasts, their hands covering and censoring your nipples from being shown on television.

Jerry Lawler and Jim Ross were freaking out at the commentary table, Jerry could nearly lean over his table and shriek out "Puppies!!!".

Steven Regal, who you might know more as William Regal, lent his hand out and grabbed one of the straps of your thong, whereas a Canadian newcomer in the WWF known as Test placed one of their hands on your thighs and stroked them up and down vertically.

While Shawn and Jeff slid your bra straps across your hands until Jeff's fingers let go of your bra and Shawn tossed it away, Billy's hand didn't just squeeze one of your ass cheeks, but he lifted his hand off of your ass cheek and let go of it, only for his hand to quickly spank your ass cheek, that cheek's skin turning pink when he spanked it.

He didn't spank it too hard, just gave it a swat.

Val's hand elevated up your panties until he slipped it under your thong, his fingers simulating he's rubbing and playing with your clitoris.

You didn't have any pubic hair under your panties, that's what's required when you become a WWF/E diva.

This made the audience go absolutely bonkers, filling the arena up with cheers, while Jerry Lawler and Jim Ross sitting at the commentary table pretended to be shocked, especially Jerry.

Kane's fingers weren't just in your mouth, but he brushed his thumb across your bottom lip.

As you've been getting squeezed and played with, you're just smiling there, giggling while they touch you.

Your face is even looking orgasmic sometimes, your eyes rolling to the top of your head only to shut your eyes afterwards and your mouth releasing a gaspy moan while Val's fingers play with your clit.

Jeff and Shawn grabbed onto the straps of your thong snug around your hips, where they pulled your panties down, while Shawn, Triple H, Billy and Val chuckle as your panties are sliding down your thighs.

Val's fingers were covering and censoring your vulva from being shown on camera.

This moment teeters on porn.

You're completely stark naked while two men are squeezing your tits, one man is squeezing your ass cheek and spanking it and another is playing with your pussy.

And this is filmed on television, on an actual TV channel.

Meanwhile, the audience is cheering louder than before, Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler are at a loss for words.

Fuck the censors wanting to censor this, you want this moment to last forever.

"Lemme play with her!" Shawn said, his fingers motioning to himself and moving over to your pussy.

Right after Shawn wanted to play with you, the camera faded away to commercials.

Bah.

During this vignette, none of these aforementioned men were filmed on camera except for their arms and hands, but you could see their bodies and you can probably tell it's these men playing with you, they can recognize their voices and how you've had affairs with these men.

Thankfully, when Kane's fingers were in your mouth, he didn't stick them down your throat to gag you and make you throw up.

You wanted who, in your opinion, were the hottest men in the WWF to play with you, and picked specifically where you want these men to touch you.

Triple H and Christian were hot AF, easily the hottest members of their groups, and you wanted them to play with your breasts.

Plus, Triple H loves women's tits, just look at him asking chicks in the audience to flash their breasts, that's why you have him squeezing one of your boobs.

Shawn and Jeff are hot AF too, and while you'd love it if they played with your breasts and stroked your thighs, you let them undress you.

Val is playing with your pussy since his character is a porn star, whereas Billy's squeezing and spanking your rear since his nickname is Mr. Ass.

Kane is probably the least attractive out of all of these men.

[lovelyteng]

Cal Suresh Headcanon Bio

Cal Suresh

Full Name: Calvin Caleb "Cal" H. Suresh

Nicknames: Checkered King (codename), Cal (short name), Dr. Suresh (While doing science experiment), Sir Suresh (Fortstopher IV), My/Our Bishop (Fortstopher IV)

Occupation: Second-In-Command and Brains of Wonder Stars, Leader and Brains of Inhabitants, Co-Leader and Brains of Faith Star Boys, Chess Champion (formerly), Problem-Solver, Theorist, Researcher, Mathematician, Scientist, Chess Teacher

Personal Title: The Former Champion Who's Stuck in the Past, The Former Champion Obsessed With Past Glory (formerly)

Location/Set Stage: Chess Kingdom/On the Board of the Traveler (Chess Travels) (Stage 7)

Nega Boss/Corrupted Form: Fortstopher IV (Corruption of Self-Doubt and Equivocation)

Main Negative Emotion of Corruption: Anger and Narcissism/Self-Doubt and Equivocation

Caused of Corruption: First lose of chess by younger player

Quote When Got Corrupted: "There's nothing wrong with me. Nothing whatsover."

Species: Human

Main Theme Color: Dark Violet

Eye Color: Teal, Red (when he gets angry)

Hair Color: Indigo

Age: 33 - 34 (pre-event of BWW and novel), 35 (post-event of BWW and novel)

Birthday: November 30

Gender: Male

Family: Fortstopher IV (genetic younger brother); Fortie VI (genetic youngest brother), Jose Gallard (adopted oldest cousin), Fiona Demetria (adopted great-niece), Yuri Brand (adopted niece), Haoyu Chang (adopted son), Sana Hudson (adopted younger sister), Cass Milligan (adopted niece-in-law), Iben Bia (biological younger cousin), Attilio Caccini (adopted great-nephew-in-law), Lucy Wong (biological sister-in-law/fiancée), Eis Glover (adopted older cousin), Bruce Stone (adoptive uncle/caretaker), Dr. Betty Wong-Suresh (late wife)

Friends: Leo Craig (closest friend), Emma Cole (closest friend), Balan (closest friend), Lance, Inhabitants (closest friends); Jose Gallard (childhood closest friend to best friend forever), Eis Glover (best friend forever), Nega Bosses (closest friends); Fortstopher IV and Fortie VI (corrupted companion/closest friends)

Enemies: Lance (formerly), Nega Bosses (formerly), Eis Glover (one-sided active enemy on Eis' side; formerly), Obscurity Rivals; Dr. Chevin/Jax Devin (rival)

Likes: Science, math, theories, being happy for his friends was here to close, helping for his intellectual and competitive, teaching with chess, music even electronic and calm one, cooking as his hobby even food while he's cooking, loved to Lucy without her crazed lovestruck, his voice impressions

Dislikes: Being lose of chess battle (formerly when after event), losing his friends as start to heartbreak, losing his hope for he did in risk as start to anxiety, Lucy's crazed lovestruck as he feeling nervous, himself about loud talking without them, being accident for his movement, breaking the rules and laws, worry for his friends acting weird, past mistakes, being uncomfortable of Eis' brave and goofball was too much

Representative/Lead Composed Costume: Quad Cannon

Composed Costumes: Paladin Puncher

Non-Composed Costumes: Floaty Flower, Speedy Cheetah, Tackling Bull

Special/Act 3 Costume: Triple Jumper

Main Weapons/Powers: Summon of Chess Minions, Powered Chess Pieces, Past Visions

Costumes' Weapons/Powers: Cannon, Glide Flying, Super Strength, Super Speed, Spike Punching, Triple Jumping

Voice Actor/Actress: Jeff Bennett (English), Kunihiro Kawamoto (Japanese)

Content

Male 35 Years-Old Human who working chess champion as former, problem-solver, theorist, researcher, mathematician, and hidden scientist for skills of intellectual and competitive with science, math, and puzzle even problem-solving as his codename known as Checkered King and his corrupted form known as Fortstopher IV which he got first lose of chess challenge while getting enraged as filled his corrupted form with his anger by being lose of first time as self-doubt, after battle as Fortstopher IV while outside of world, he never angry about being loses from past mistakes as he's got realized which he's got good-hearted and optimistic to his friends for playing chess and problem-solving of science and math as sometimes imperfect while he's happy for gaining his passion of chess, and his power of domain was summon of chess minions and skill of chess characters as his main weapons was cannon and puncher. Leo, Emma, Balan, and other Inhabitants' brain closest friend/adoptive family, he was boss/king of Chess Kingdom/On the Board of the Traveler as he was second-in-command and brains of Wonder Stars, leader and brains of Inhabitants, co-leader and brains of Faith Star Boys, he's speaking in British accent as French voice-toned, Scottish sound-toned, and singing in perfect note voice as high-middle singing-toned with any genre songs and his label is The Competitive Problem-Solver.

Personality

Cal Suresh was know-it-all as intellectual even chess with problem-solving as quickly as shown to be clever and most likely due to his experience in chess with gentleman yet competitive, helping the younger peoples even Leo, Emma, Younger Inhabitants than him to teach of playing the chess as passionate, optimistic to his friends' being positive like him, superior manner for any pay attention at all to his opinions as he tends to think very highly of himself but in most cases embarrasses himself by saying something ridiculous and stupid as shyness, energetic for his likes, overjoyed for winning by his intellectual and competitive, determination but sometimes shy, overcautious to his experiment was not safety and his friends was being risk, overdramatic for the monsters in the dark of night and not safe, worried to his experiment and question was wrong as his friends' acting weird even Lucy who going crazy to want him as she likes him but he doesn't like Lucy's crazy lovestruck which scared of her and getting hurt, accident by himself while gets trouble, serious about no reason ideas, sometimes arrogant when his friends getting overcome of negative and non-ideal as trouble, and loves food as cooking for his hobby.

History

Before entered the Balan Theater/Wonderworld as become chess player and then corrupted as Fortstopher IV by Lance as in 12 years-old, he's studying math and science as become problem-solver even scientist, mathematician, researcher, theorist. In 14 years-old, he saw his classmates playing the chess as he trying it while he was studied by his genius classmate and then become chess player as he's got intellectual. In 24 years-old, he was slowly become obsession of win the chess as become chess champion as he's got gentleman yet competitive. In 27 years-old, he saw Betty as fallen love and then met which he entered the another chess challenge and then married. In 33 - 34 years-old, he enter the Balan Theater/Wonderworld when feeling doubt and pity by himself after loss of chess and death of his wife to meet his friends and Balan as playing his main role of On the Board of the Traveler as his stage name was Checkered King, then he got a first lose of chess challenge and he's getting enraged as self-doubt which he caused to chaos of chess pieces and trophies as his wife was died of illness as he become alone and cooking his food was his hobby as before entered Balan Theater/Wonderworld, and then he got a corrupted by Lance.

Become Fortstopher IV as his corrupted, he protect his set stage from two heroes as he was boss/king of Chess Kingdom/On the Board of the Traveler, Leo Craig and Emma Cole, he finally got defeated as freed by them. After defeat Fortstopher IV as after battle of Wonderworld for outside world, he's got realized was past mistakes as he's forgotten about his past glory while kid playing the chess which he's gaining his passion of chess as he's got good-hearted and optimistic. In 35 years-old, he traveling his friends as new life from last years but he's feeling worried about his 11 friends which acting creepy when enter Wonderworld as last one of infected of Inhabitants by his friends when they got infected as gains his powers from inside, after infected of "corrupted" friends, he's still control of himself but his physical form was half-corrupted form of Fortstopher IV as he's got powers which source of negative emotions from his King Chess Piece. After testing his powers, he's battle Lance and Negati along Leo, Emma, and 11 Inhabitants as he's leading of his friends. After battle of Lance and Negati, he was gets outside of Balan Theater/Wonderworld, he still got his powers from inside of theater as outside when problem about places as he's saving the city along his friends.

Abilities

Cannon

Spike Punching

Glide Flying

Super Strength

Super Speed

Triple Jumping

Summon of Chess Minions

Powered Chess Pieces

Past Visions

Relationship

Leo Craig - Closest Friend

Emma Cole - Closest Friend

Jose Gallard - Adopted Oldest Cousin/Childhood Closest Friend to Best Friend Forever

Fiona Demetria - Adopted Great-Niece

Yuri Brand - Adopted Niece

Haoyu Chang - Adopted Son

Sana Hudson - Adopted Younger Sister

Cass Milligan - Adopted Niece-In-Law

Iben Bia - Biological Younger Cousin

Attilio Caccini - Adopted Great-Nephew-In-Law

Lucy Wong - Biological Sister-In-Law/Fiancée

Eis Glover - Adopted Older Cousin/Best Friend Forever and Former Rival

Bruce Stone - Adoptive Uncle/Caretaker

Barktholomew - Enemy to Closest Friend

Anjellica - Enemy to Closest Friend

Wormsworth - Enemy to Closest Friend

Worville Wright - Enemy to Closest Friend

Cuckoo - Enemy to Closest Friend

Purrla - Enemy to Closest Friend

Fortstopher IV and Fortie VI - Genetic Brothers/Corrupted Counterpart Enemies to Closest Friends

The Grim Creeper - Enemy to Closest Friend

Princess Marey - Enemy to Closest Friend

Inkabelle - Enemy to Closest Friend

The Hydrac - Enemy to Closest Friend

Hooverton - Enemy to Closest Friend

Balan - Closest Friend

Lance - Enemy to Friend

Note

Cal was only one of his friends was hobby as have it.

Cal's role was main protagonist at any story which Leo and Emma was absent and minor role of Outside Adventure of Wonderworld along Sana but Leo and Emma was present and major role as co-main/secondary protagonist.

Cal has changed of his personality when after defeated Fortstopher IV as he lost his large ego and obsessed of winning the chess to Fortie VI as hits three times as he lost of his old personality as less ego.

Cal was decent popular of main characters in the game.

Like Cass Milligan, Cal shown his true self as his true personality when after event.

[born-to-lose]

Time Gone By

Pairing: Izzy Stradlin x fem!reader

Summary: You and Izzy were the perfect couple in high school, but after he moved to Los Angeles, you lost each other. Years later, he comes back to Indiana and you realize both of you have changed in the meantime.

Tags: angst, breakup, drug mentions

Words: 3,264

A/N: I'm in the mood for some heartbreak again, so here's a kinda heavy piece of angst. I cried writing this, so I hope you do too.

Tag list: @warriorteam1924 @slashscowboyboots @ubernoxa (thought you'd like to be tagged in this one too, but please tell me if you don't!)

Tip me if you want!

You and Jeff had been together for most of high school. It had just been two weeks into freshman year that he'd asked you out. For your first date you went to a cheap diner and you hit it off right away, although you had been very careful at the beginning because if your relationship didn't end on good terms, you would still have to see each other daily, but after some time, you didn't need to worry about that at all as things didn't seem to go downhill anytime soon. You'd also found Jeff wasn't one to be unforgiving and talk bad about his ex girlfriends.

Time seemed to fly by when you were with him, but it also seemed to last forever. You never got tired of each other and rarely got into arguments, but even then, you'd make up quickly.

While he already went by his nickname Izzy most of the time, you were one of the very few people who were allowed to call him Jeff. It was kind of an honor and made you feel more special to him.

It was pretty much a miracle to find the right one at the first try, but you were lucky enough to be able to call Jeff your first and hopefully only boyfriend. You were obviously happy and people called you the perfect couple, jokingly asking when you'd finally get married. You wanted to spend your life together and he'd always talk about how you'd move to California as soon as you'd graduate.

Both of you had big plans, but when it came down to making them come true after school, you decided to stay in Indiana to study while Jeff moved to Los Angeles to kick off his music career. He was a great drummer, so you didn't doubt for a second that he'd make it big at some point. It might be tough, but you believed in him. He promised to take you with him once he succeeded, saying he would test the waters and make a decent living first.

But that was the sad part. It never happened.

Although you weren't able to visit him, you stayed in contact for the next couple of years and regularly called to check in on how the other was doing. At first, he would call you every day, but those calls got rarer over time and nearly stopped when he started playing in Guns N' Roses. Then you'd only talk on the telephone once a month, but the excitement in his voice and the long stories about what his band had achieved since your last call made up for that. You were incredibly proud of him because things were looking good for the boys and you knew how much he had wanted this.

You watched as they became more and more popular. You watched as they released their first album and bought it on the first day. You watched the tabloids having a field day with their drug problems and several other scandals. Soon you found Izzy Stradlin wasn't the Jeff Isbell you'd known in high school. Izzy had sold drugs to get by in the initial phase of the band's career - something you had never thought he would do. He had smoked pot in Lafayette, but he only became a junkie in Los Angeles. The rockstar lifestyle had definitely left its marks on him. But did that make you love him any less? No.

What broke your heart was reading about his numerous girlfriends and even seeing one of them in a music video. You felt like you had no right to be jealous as you hadn't seen him in years and wasn't exactly the definition of a girlfriend by now, but he hadn't broken up with you either. All this time, you had considered yourself being in a long distance relationship with him. Officially, you were still a couple. In none of his phone calls he'd told you it was over or even let anything shine through that hinted at him being with somebody else. The source of your knowledge of his partners was magazines. It hurt more than it should have and you knew he was probably looking for someone that matched his new standards, but you never lost hope that he might come back to you someday.

When you passed by any of your old hangout spots or the diner where you'd had your first date back in ninth grade, memories came flooding back to you, which only made you miss Jeff even more. When you saw a cute dog in public, you couldn't help but think about him and how he had always loved dogs. When you watched Tommy or listened to The Rolling Stones, your mind immediately wandered to him too. There were so many places in this town and so many little things that had memories attached to them. Originally, they were happy memories, but thinking of them suddenly gave you a melancholic feeling.

Even years later that still happened more frequently than you would have liked. You tried to move on from your relationship but not forget him - hell, you still loved him! At least the vision you had of him. Your Jeff, not the fangirls' Izzy. When your friends told you he's a different man now, you refused to believe he had changed that much. You firmly believed deep inside he was still the same and it was all just a facade to maintain his image, although the better part of you knew you were lying to yourself.

You still got along well with his mother and when she told you Jeff would be returning to Indiana to take a break from all the fame, you were happy you'd see him again. But what if he didn't like you anymore? Would he be mad at you for not visiting him? And would he even recognize you? He probably still had the image of an eighteen years old (y/n) while you'd seen him all over magazines and on TV. The question you didn't even want to ask yourself was: Would he come by himself or with a girl? He was the quietest band member, so who knew if maybe he was secretly engaged or even married? It had almost been a decade since the last time you had seen him in person and you were extremely nervous. There were so many questions you wanted to ask him and so much to catch up on, but you felt hesitant for some reason. Maybe your friends were right about him being a completely different person? Maybe there was nothing left of Jeffrey Dean Isbell anymore except for the name on his birth certificate?

The day arrived before you could fully prepare yourself for his stay. His mom thought it would be good for him to talk to somebody normal he trusted. Of course, you were selected.

You knocked at the door at the time she had told you to be there. A tall man with dark hair opened the door. "Hi Jeff," you managed to say after standing there for minutes, just staring at each other with unreadable expressions.

He broke the awkwardness that was hanging between you two and pulled you into a tight hug. You clasped your hands behind his back, burying your face in his chest. "I missed you, (y/n)," he exclaimed.

"I missed you too. So fucking much." Your voice was shaky and you only now noticed the tears that were rolling down your cheeks. You weren't entirely sure yet if they were happy tears, but right now you were glad to have him in your arms again. From what his mom had told you and what you'd heard from the media, he could have died several times. You couldn't take it for granted to see him alive and you really hoped he would quit the drugs before he'd end up killing himself.

Eventually, he pulled away, his hands still on your waist and a wide smile on his face. "Come in."

You sat on the bed of his childhood room, which hadn't changed since the last time you had been here the night before he'd moved away.  "I'm assuming you've heard about everything?" he asked, biting his lip and looking down at his feet in shame.

You figured he was referring to his addictions and quietly nodded. It was hard not to read anything about that when they were one of the most popular bands around. "Your mom told me you came here to take a break."

"Yeah, exactly. I just need some time off before we go back to touring."

Jeff elaborated on why he was here and whatever he needed to get off his chest before he asked you about your life, which was entirely different than his. "I'm really sorry for not calling you for years," he apologized sincerely.

"It's okay," you replied, but you were secretly still sad and bitter about it despite knowing he was very busy. You were itching to say something referring to his various girlfriends but decided to stay silent. You were meant to support him. He didn't need you coming for him too.

He was fidgeting with the rolled up sleeve of his shirt and cleared his throat. "Um… I know this is really random, but… could we give it another try?"

You hesitated for a moment. You'd wanted to get back together with him for years, but was now the best time? It would just be a fling before he would be on the road again and you wouldn't see him for another couple of years. Then again, he probably wanted someone familiar to hold on to during this time. And you could possibly stay together for good if you rekindled your relationship now.

"Yeah, sure."

The two of you started dating again, doing all the things couples do, basically. The first place he went with you was the old diner, so it was where you'd had your first ever date and your first date after finding each other again. The thought behind it was kind of cute, actually. You also visited the skatepark where he'd used to show you stunts when you'd just started going out and he'd thought he had to impress you to get you to like him. You even managed to get into your school's library where you'd always get shushed when you'd talked about your plans. It was all pretty nostalgic.

At first you played it off as the awkwardness that came with getting back together after such a long time, but as time went by, you realized something was different.

When he pulled you close, you didn't feel your heart beating faster. When you kissed, it didn't give you butterflies. The plans of a future with him became less vivid than when you'd sat in the trunk of his car, looking at the stars and mapping out your life in L.A. He didn't show you as much physical affection as he'd used to, but you weren't actively looking for it either. There were a few times one of you tried to get intimate, but it never turned into more. Someone was either tired or not in the mood.

It wasn't like you didn't try. You wanted to go back to where you'd been. You wanted to be the happy couple again. You wanted to make plans with him. You wanted to love him. And you knew he wanted it too, but after a while it got emotionally draining because it didn't lead to anything, no matter how hard you tried.

Nothing was like it had been. Both of you had changed a lot over time. You weren't the lovey-dovey teenagers with big dreams. You were adults with different lives. The spark wasn't there anymore and it pained you to come to the realization that you had fallen out of love.

You'd never thought this could happen to you. You'd thought your love for him was immune to that as everything had been perfect from the very beginning. When he came back to Lafayette, you were so happy the first weeks, but it turned out that was just the bliss of spending time together after years of silence. Looking back at it, it felt more like a reunion with an old friend than with a boyfriend.

How long you had yearned for Jeff to come back to you so you could live the life you both wanted together. How much you had felt like something was missing every day since he had left. You had wanted to share every moment with him and now that you could, you felt too close. You were in love with the old Jeff, not the new Izzy. Apparently, your friends were right about the change of personality coming with the change of name.

It wasn't only his fault though. You didn't have the same interests and dreams as you'd had in high school. You were sure you didn't even have the qualities he was looking for in a girl anymore.

He was still sweet to you, but perhaps you just worked as friends now. It was probably supposed to remain a high school romance and shouldn't turn into anything serious. It would have been too good to be true anyway.

Izzy seemed to feel the same. You could tell from the way he was acting around you. He was very distant and it didn't feel like an actual relationship; it was more of a routine. As sad as the situation was, you were relieved you were both on the same page and neither of you would be too surprised when you broke up. It would be heartbreaking, but you wouldn't be satisfied keeping the game going either. You would just tie each other down when you could be happy with somebody else.

You began making up scenarios in your head of what could have been if you hadn't parted ways after your graduation. Would you be in a healthy relationship now? Or would he have left you because he wanted more freedom and sacrificed his dreams for you? Maybe he could have found a way to make music while living with you? Would you even have a little family? You were aware thinking about all the possibilities if things had turned out differently only hurt you more, but it was a temporary escape from reality for you and made you forget for a moment about how tragic the truth was.

The next time you visited him, the dreaded talk was due. "We need to talk," he said in a serious tone.

"What is it?" you asked, although you knew exactly what he wanted to talk about; you just didn't want to come to terms with it yet.

Izzy sighed as you sat down next to him and took your hand. "(Y/n). You're an amazing woman and you only deserve the best, but I don't want to waste our time with an unhappy relationship."

You had seen it coming and you knew it was only for the best, yet you felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You tried to blink them away, but they were already falling. He got right to the point because elaborately talking about what had been going wrong between you would hurt both of you too much. You couldn't change anything now and it was no use discussing what you could do to save your relationship.

He squeezed your hand and forced a sad smile, continuing shakily, "Thank you for supporting me at all times. I can't say how grateful I am to have found you again."

You nodded, biting your lip as you thought of a way to respond. "That's what I'm here for," you whispered, trying not to let the overcoming sadness show too much.

During his stay, he hadn't touched drugs once and you were proud of him for that. At least there was one positive thing about you being around him.

It hurt much more than it should have. The worst thing was that you'd reserved yourself for him all this time. You hadn't been in a long-term relationship ever since he'd moved to California. Your friends always told you to get over him and look for someone new, but you never stopped hoping for him to keep his promise and take you to Los Angeles with him. He'd always kept his promises. When you had heard he would come back, you'd thought you'd finally be happier again, but now it turned out to be the complete opposite.

You wanted to tell him how you wished he had never left you, but you were too proud of him for making his dream come true. You hated how you had always put the people you loved first and often neglected your own well-being for their sake - and now it came back to bite you. Maybe you should have done more to make him stay or maybe you should have not been too damn stubborn to come with him. You had been afraid to take this big step, but now you realized that if you had joined him, you possibly would have been able to keep your love alive and that thought alone made a hundred self-reproaches pop up in your head.

"I wish things wouldn't have changed," you croaked out.

"I'm so sorry, (y/n). I should have never left you."

Izzy placed a hand on your cheek and looked into your glossy eyes. Now that his face was so close, you noticed he was crying too. He leaned forward and briefly pecked your lips one last time. You didn't know why he did that, but you assumed it was meant to be confirmation that you really didn't feel anything when you kissed. It didn't magically change with this one.

From the looks you exchanged, he could tell that was really it. You'd hoped you would feel different now and he did too, but this wasn't the point in the movies when the spark returned and the couple realized they were meant to be together forever. That kind of thing just didn't happen in real life.

He stroked your cheekbone with his thumb and sighed as he drew his hand away. You shut your eyes again, tears streaming down your face as you could still feel his slightly chapped lips on yours. He looked up at the ceiling in an attempt to make his tears go away, letting out a shaky breath.

The fact that you had fallen out of love didn't make this breakup any less painful. In fact, it hurt more than you thought any other breakup could hurt. Maybe in other cases when both people involved didn't have feelings for each other, they weren't mad or heartbroken. But it was different in your case because you knew you could have prevented that. What you and Izzy had these past weeks was worlds away from your high school romance and you wished you could turn back time.

There was an uncomfortable silence and you waited for him to get up and leave you alone before you realized it was his house and you should probably go, but you weren't able to move yet.

"Would you still let me go now?" Izzy asked almost inaudibly, looking at you again.

You shook your head, wiping your tears with the ball of your hand, knowing even more would be following. "No, I'd never let you go again."