#that one next to the trash can... 😂

[darkerthanblack-666]

joostklein Are you trusting the process yet?

[whatever-lmaoo]

Sweet Life Of Mine

Summary: Life works in mysterious ways and Bucky would go through it all again if it meant he’d get to experience the rest of it with you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x curvy!reader

CW: fluff, a bit of teasing, flashbacks are italicized and thoughts are in bold and italicized[2.4k]

A/N: As always the cute line dividers were made by @firefly-graphics 🌸 I’ve decided to turn this into a two-parter 🙂‍↔️ Special recognition to @buckys-wintersoldier without her encouragement I probably would’ve trashed this fic early on in the process😂 and @targaryenvampireslayer for listening to me yap and helping me come up with ideas when I would get stuck😍I am so thankful for both of them and y’all should check out their works because they are wonderful!!!💖 With that being said this fic has grown on me a lot and I hope y’all enjoy it as much as I do🥹 Dialogue is not my strong suite so I apologize if any of the lines sound corny🤧 I don’t give anyone permission to copy, translate or repost my works on here or other sites😊 Comments and constructive feedback is always appreciated!!

Bucky absentmindedly breaks down the last few cardboard boxes, taking in your newly furnished living room. Photos of you and your respective families are scattered along the walls and on top of your antique furniture. Plants strategically placed around the room and the gorgeous lamps you picked out created a welcoming atmosphere.

He throws the last box on top of his makeshift pile, wondering how all of the broken roads of his life led him to this moment, how he got his dream girl, a woman who accepted him with his baggage and loved the parts of him that he deemed unpleasant, physically and mentally. It all felt so surreal to him.

As the time grew closer for the wedding to start, Bucky couldn’t help but pace his dressing room floor. He occasionally looked in the mirror to fix his hair or wipe his face with another paper towel before throwing it away in the almost-filled trash can. He felt like his throat was constricted and began fidgeting with his tie. Eventually, he gave up and hunched over a table, trying to remind himself that everything was okay.

The weight of a hand rubbing his back, slowly grounded him for a moment. Steve’s voice sounded muffled in his ears but grew clearer as Bucky took in deeper breaths and continued to focus on the circular motion of Steve’s movements. “Buck, do you want me to get her for you?” The small “please” he lets out is all it takes for Steve to rush to your room.

Bucky stood up and grabbed a bottle of water from on top of a dresser. He was almost finished with it when a soft knock caught his attention.

“Baby?” You say opening the door slightly and sticking your hand through the gap. A clammy palm rests on yours as you massage his knuckles with your thumb, imprinting your touch in his mind, a silent reminder that you’ll always be there when he needs you.

“You ready to be stuck with me for life, Hotshot?” You tease, grinning as you hear him let out a quiet laugh.

"I should be asking you that, Gorgeous,” he breathes. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more ready for something than I am at the thought of marrying you. I’m just worried that I’ll somehow mess this up or this is one big dream. I’m afraid that at any second I’ll wake up in a cold sweat and find myself sitting on that old apartment floor, where instead of hearing that lovely voice of yours, it’ll be the older lady next door yelling because she muted her TV again or the loud honks from angry New Yorkers." He rests his head against the door and clutches the doorknob with his metal hand.

“Can you feel that, Bubba?” you say, placing his hand on your chest, feeling the rapid rhythm of your heart beating against his fingertips. “My heart beats like this when I see or listen to you. When I think about being able to wear your ring on my finger, taking your last name, and one day being the mother of your children. My heart beats for you, Bucky, and that's one of the realest feelings I've ever experienced.”One thing Bucky loves about you is you’ve never judged him for expressing his fears, and you’re always there to support him when his insecurities eat away at his progress.

He can hear Natasha's distant voice calling for you and smiles softly.

“I’ve got to head back for last-minute touch-ups, but I’ll see you at the end of the aisle, right?” You reach for his hand on your chest, gently kissing his palm before reconnecting your hands together.

“I’ll be there waiting for you. I love you, Gorgeous.” He squeezes your hand, running his thumb over your fingers.

“I love you too, Hotshot.” And with that, you slip your hand from his loose grip and through the door, your hurried steps echoing in the hall. Steve enters a moment later, noticing that the previous tension in Bucky’s body has almost completely disappeared.

“Let’s go make you a married man, Buck.”

“What are we waiting for, punk,” Bucky says, slapping him on the back playfully, laughing with each other as they walk out of the room, ready to make his dreams come true.

“Hey Gorgeous, I’ve got a question for you.” Bucky groans out as he starts straightening up his mess.

“Ask away, Hotshot.” You utter, your voice resounding slightly in the foyer as you hang up a picture of the two of you on your wedding night.

Humming along to the soft music from the living room while admiring how Bucky’s skin glowed under the golden hues from the sparklers your friends and family surrounded the two of you with. You can still feel the love radiating from him just by looking at his tender smile and remembering how his deep blue eyes twinkled with fondness as he gazed at you with his arms wrapped around your waist.

“How do you feel about going on a date tomorrow?” You smile at the steady sound of footsteps approaching you. A pair of hands enclose your wide hips, and Bucky’s chin rests on your shoulder as he inhales the pleasant scent of your perfume.

“I would love to go on a date with you, Bubs.” The warmth of his breath sends a shiver through your body, and you can feel your cheeks heating up as he places a sweet kiss below your ear.

“Where are you going to take me?” You ask, grabbing his hands and placing them on your plush belly, leaning back in his embrace.

“Let’s see, I could take you to the movies, an amusement park, or maybe a pumpkin patch. The possibilities are endless.” You hear his grin before you see it, turning your head towards him.

“You’re not going to tell me, are you?” A pout forms on your face, and you twist in his arms as he straightens up, clasping your hands together behind his neck.

“You would be correct, Gorgeous,” he says, smirking and pecking your lips. You hope he didn’t notice the slight widening of your eyes as an idea popped into your head.

“How am I supposed to know what to wear if I don’t know where we’re going?” You ask sweetly, letting your fingertips play with the soft hair at the nape of his neck.

“I’ll pick out something for you.” Your head tilts and eyebrows raise in amusement.

“You…are going to choose what I wear?” Bucky rolls his eyes and licks his lower lip in thought.

“Are you questioning my fashion sense, Doll? If I remember correctly, you wear my clothes more than I do.” His hands slip down to the top of your ass drawing your body in even closer, and you roll your eyes this time.

“You’ve never put together an outfit for me before, and I like wearing your clothes because they’re comfortable and smell like you.”

“Don’t want that pretty little head of yours worrying about a thing tomorrow. And I’m not complaining; they look better on you than on me. You make anything you wear look amazing, especially when it's in white.” A warm smile is plastered across his face, his eyes darting up to the photo behind you, another memory from the best day of his life playing in his mind like an old film.

“Do I look alright? Am I beginning to smell?” Bucky questions Steve and Sam as he tries to smoothen out his already-perfect suit jacket. The chattering from the guests did little to calm his nerves.

“You’re lookin’ snazzy, Bucknasty,” Sam says, giving Bucky a lighthearted slap on his ass.

"You look great, Buck." Steve wraps his arms around Bucky, bringing him into a tight hug. "I'm proud of you, man." He whispers, giving Bucky a brotherly kiss on the side of his head and a pat on his back as he lets go. He thanks the both of them before turning back around, eyes scanning the crowd as he tries to grasp the idea that all of these people are there for the both of you.

Bucky couldn't take his eyes off the door as the orchestra played the familiar tune of the song you chose for your entrance. After all the practices and months spent planning for this moment, nothing could prepare him for the overwhelming feeling he got when the ushers revealed your figure standing at the opposite end of him.

His bottom lip quivered, and he began to blink rapidly, but his gaze never strayed away from you. The dress you picked was beautiful, the shade of white complementing your complexion, and the way it hugged you in all the right places made you look like a goddess in his eyes.

He hadn't realized he was crying until you cupped his damp cheek in your palm, gently wiping away his tears while your own began to well in your eyes.

"Hi," you whispered through your watery smile, and it took everything in him not to crash his lips against yours.

You lightly glide your fingers down the side of his face, beaming up at him, already knowing where his train of thought took him. Gently tapping the side of his glasses, you watch as he slowly comes back to you, the affection in his eyes creating a warmth inside you that only he can ignite.

You wrap your arms around his midsection, and he kisses your temple before resting his cheek on top of your head, holding you against his body a little tighter.

“I think I look good in white too.” You say casually, a giggle escaping the two of you.

“Oh, yeah?” He says, a crooked smirk forming on his face, and you pull away slightly. A smirk of your own playing on your lips as you lean up next to his ear.

“So much so that I could be convinced to recreate the boudoir photos I gave you.” You take his earlobe between your teeth, pulling slightly, a low growl rumbles in his chest, and you do your best to keep your thighs from clenching. Bucky’s hands cup your ass as he lifts you in his arms.

“I’m sure it won’t take much to persuade you, pretty girl.” You roll your eyes at his cockiness, causing him to chuckle as he connects your lips, blindly making his way to your bedroom.

You felt a sense of tranquility despite the chilly breeze nipping at your exposed skin as you strolled through the desolate yet animated park. The sound of leaves rustling in the wind and the soft chirping of crickets fill your ears, while you watch the beautiful glow of fireflies encircling the bushes lining the pathway.

You admire the way the clear water of the pond shimmers softly in the moonlight as you take a seat on your favorite bench. Your eyes close and the tension in your body slowly fades as you allow yourself to enjoy Mother Nature and the safe feeling she provides you.

The hairs on your arms stand up as an unsettling feeling washes over you, and the squelching of grass confirms your fears of not being alone. You open your eyes, turning your head, searching for the source that disturbed your peace. Your eyes land on a figure standing at the edge of the pond.

He must have felt your stare because the next thing you know, a pair of striking blue eyes connects with yours. He watches you curiously as you assess whether he's a threat, and a ghost of a smile crosses his lips when he notices the slight drop in your shoulders before turning his gaze back to the still water.

Your lip rolls between your teeth as you consider leaving. You stand and start to walk away, but then you hear the stranger speak.

“You don’t have to leave.” He says, and you turn around after a lengthy moment of stillness, wondering if you should trust him. You observe his relaxed stance, face devoid of malice, but it's his captivating eyes that draw you in and tug at your heartstrings.

There was a silent plea within them, a look you've grown used to seeing in the mirror over the years. Hoping for someone to fill the kind of emptiness that comes with having experienced too much, even if only for a short while.

You stand in silence as a family of ducks begins to swim by. A twinge of pain surges through your chests, as you both watch the last one struggle to keep up, feeling like Mother Nature is reminding you that you were once in similar positions.

The wind grows colder, causing you to cross your arms in an attempt to conserve body heat. He notices this and starts to rid himself of his leather jacket.

“What are you doing?” You squeak out, taking a step back.

“Relax, you’re obviously cold and I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I let you stand there shivering.” You go to protest but he’s already wrapping his jacket around your arms.

“I’m not supposed to take things from strangers.” You exclaim, although, grateful for the makeshift shield against the cool weather.

“What are you? Ten? Would you feel better if I gave you my name?” He mocks and your eyes roll.

It’s always the pretty ones that are annoying.

“Oh, so you think I’m pretty?” He says, your eyes grow wide and your mouth gapes open.

I didn't mean to say that out loud.

“Fuck off. I think you’re annoying too.” He barks out a laugh at that, startling you slightly, you turn your head away from him feeling a small grin make its way to the surface.

“The name’s James, but you can call me Bucky, or pretty if that’s what you want.” He winks and you feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you tell him your name.

“Gorgeous name for an even more gorgeous girl,” he pauses as his phone goes off and a deep sigh leaves his lips when he checks the notification.

“I hate to depart like this, but duty calls.” He says backing away slowly, waving his phone in his hand. You go to give him his jacket, but he starts making a disapproving noise.

“I’m not supposed to take things from strangers, Gorgeous.” A sly smirk forms on his face before he spins around, gradually disappearing from your line of sight.

You shake your head, smiling to yourself, pulling the leather around you tighter as you begin to head back to your car, wondering if you’ll ever run into him again.

[kissies4jiwon]

🗑️ dumpster dive, winter x f!reader smau

a social media smau.

synopsis : after getting drunk and attending your boyfriend's party you find him hitting on one of your friends. after crying for a bit, you decide to sleep next to his trash can in the back of his house. little did you know now there are rumors of you being homeless and broke, and some people think you were thrown by your boyfriend in the dumpster. one of these people is winter, and she is determined to treat you better than that scum.

genre : highschool setting, strangers to lovers.

warnings : swearing, spelling mistakes, ignore timestamps

status : ongoing, no update schedule

taglist (OPEN) : @gtfoiydlyj @yeetaberry127 @hearts4jiheon @sixflame438 @saysirhc @222brainrot @ringelar

FEATURING

-> profiles . . . thats on gang (yns) | bad bitch number (winter)

ACT ONE : im turning lesbian

01. tomadachi life

02. i regret everything

03. you’re overreacting

04. mistakes were made

05. chill i dont want you😂

06. SHES MINE

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[recreationalfanfics]

Hi there, can you please do Yandere Thor, Poseidon, Loki and possibly Hercules to Female Yoriichi Reader? The creator of the Sun Breathing and the other Breathing Forms, who always has a solemn expression and is known as the Strongest Demon Slayer to ever exist (She has access to the Transparent World and can use the Selfless State) but despite this she’s incredibly humble seeing herself as just another human and not even special, despite her extraordinary skills

Yoriichi gave Muzan such severe PTSD from 400 YEARS ago that his Upper Moons will go through his trauma just from seeing TANJIRO (And it’s STILL severely traumatic to him 😂)

Or

Yandere Shiva, Loki, Buddha and Hercules with Female Tengen Uzui Reader from KNY? How do you think they would react to Reader calling herself ‘Goddess of Festivals/Flashiness’ and calling others (Even GODS) ‘Trash’ and having 3 HUSBANDS 💀

Sorry if this is a lot! I just think Demon Slayer Characters are super cool, especially the Hashiras (The Swordsmith Village Arc is going to be released sometime in April! 🥹🤩)

Thor, Poseidon, and Loki + Fem! Yoriichi Tsugikuni! Reader:

One of these three gods stands on one side of the arena, their grand entrance causing a ruckus of enthusiastic roars and cheers from the side of the gods while the humans side shook with terror. They look at the other side, confident and ready to see the pitiful mortal that Brunhilde had served to them on a silver platter. It was a woman.

She makes no flashy entrance, her clothes are rather average, and her face does not seem scared but nor does it seem too cocky. Her (e/c) eyes are serene and her (h/c) hair was rather average looking. She was a regular looking human, nothing special. Aside from the strange looking birthmark on her left eye.

"AND IF YOU LOOK OVER FOLKS, THE NEXT FOOL WHO WILL BE CHALLENGING THE GODS IS A SWORDSWOMAN WHO DOMINATED THE SENGOKU ERA-"

"Please." The (h/c) haired woman interrupts, Heimdall goes silent and so does everyone else, unsheathing her sword, she looks at Heimdall with a composed look on her face, it was not unkind, "I do not need such an introduction. I am a human like the rest of my kind."

She then gets into her defensive stance and narrows her eyes at her divine opponent.

"And I shall do whatever it takes to save them."

The god you're against either glares at you, smiles at you, or raises an eyebrow at you. Either way, Heimdall recovers his voice:

"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, (Y/N) (L/N), THE SUN BREATHING SWORD ARTIST AND MOTHER OF ALL BREATHING METHODS. NIGHTMARE OF MUZAN KIBUTSUJI AND THE STRONGEST HASHIRA HUMANITY HAS KNOWN!"

"So that's who you are," the God thinks to himself as you maintain unbreakable eye contact, "that hardly matters."

Yandere! Thor:

- Thor doesn't think much of you when you step into the arena, not because you're a human, but because he has yet to see you fight. You seem unfazed by him but he doesn't truly know that for sure. You are not unattractive but you're nothing special in his eyes.

- What a fool he was, because the moment the battle begins, he sees that you aren't just beautiful, you're absolutely heavenly. When you take your first breath, you take away his as large solar fires soon appear around you and you make your attack.

"What is this?" He asks himself in his head, using his Mjölnir to block another close sneak attack blow from your sword. The clashing of your weapon and his own makes his heart do flips in his chest, "Why...why do I feel like this?"

You then decided to be bold and you quickly, nearly teleported with the speed you were going, appear in front of him and your eyes glint, reflecting off your blade as you try to slash him. His eyes soften when they see you and his blood thirsty smile softens as your eyes lock onto his. There was fire in your eyes...no...the sun itself glowed in them. Powerful, burning, yet composed.

"What has she done to me?" He thinks, and you're not sure if it's from the intensity of the battle but his cheeks appear to be dusted the lightest color of pink.

- Your fight ends in a draw, the both of are so tired that you neither of you can move a muscle. Both God's and Humans are shocked at the results but Thor couldn't be happier.

- He just found his soulmate, he thinks to himself as you try to use your sword to get up and fight him again. His smile turns into a loving one as you struggle to get close to him, not that he can judge since he can also barely move, and he loves it! In fact, he now knows that he loves you.

- You will be his! You have to be, surely you were created to match him in power and strength because you were meant to be with him. After being fixed up and bandaged, he must seek you out, he must find you!

- Since then, the God of Thunder has been keeping his eye on you, his beautiful Sun. How you appear unreadable at first but if someone truly read you, truly attempted to understand what a complex and beautiful person you are like Thor has; they can see that you're more than a human...You're humble, you're kind, and you're dutiful. Honorable like him and share the same values, this only seals your fate to him even more.

- Odin notices how during other God's battles that his son scans the human's side, his eyes desperately searching for someone in the crowd. Thor knows for a fact that you always come to watch your fellow Human's matches in person and when his eyes land on you, that adrenaline kicks in and Loki and Odin stare at him as a smile grows on his face.

- He does this every match, but even then, the time between matches is too long for him to see you again. He searches for you, Brunhilde having to confront him as she reminds him that the HUMAN champions reside here but he ignores her the moment he sees you walk down the hallway. He follows you quickly like how the moon chases the sun.

- You turn and see him and you politely bow your head to him. He frowns a bit in dissaproval, how could you bow your head to him as if he were a stranger, surely you had to feel the same feelings he was after your battle. How you two danced a brutal yet beautiful dance of life and death. You stare at each other for a bit before you muster a kind yet small smile, "I look forward to our rematch." and as a result, he nods with his usual stoic demeanor and you turn and walk to your room. Yes, he can't wait for your rematch either.

- Because one the day it takes place, Heimdall shocks everyone with his newest announcement.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO THE FIRST RAGNAROK REMATCH OF THR GOD OF THUNDER VS. THE LADY OF THE SUN. EXCEPT, THE CONDITIONS ARE DIFFERENT THIS TIME."

- You don't like the way the red-haired God smiles at you, it feels smug and ominous, and you paitently wait to hear this last minute change.

"IN THE CASE THAT OUR ESTEEMED PRINCE OF ASGARD WINS, HE HAS REQUESTED THAT INSTEAD OF SENDING (Y/N) TO NIFLHIEM THAT SHE IS TO BELONG TO HIM INSTEAD."

- You look at Brunhilde, who looks away shamefully and can not meet your gaze, and then you look at Thor. Who looks a lot more motivated to beat you this time.

Yandere! Poseidon:

- He wanted to roll his eyes when you interrupted him. What right did you have to act so humble? You're a human, what could you possibly have to be humble about? Being a mere ant he steps on on a daily basis?

- Fine, if you want a wake up call, he'll give you one. He waits for you to strike, it wouldn't hurt to give you an advantage since there's no way something as insignificant as you can beat him. Until you grip your nichirin blade and take a deep breath, suddenly the water arena evaporates into steam as intense flames surround you...no, not mere flames. It felt like the sun itself.

- You use the steam to sneak and attack the God, whose now even more annoyed than ever. Smoke and mirrors, that's all it was. Poseidon REFUSES to allow you to think you have an advantage and tries to kill you with his strongest attacks but even then, its not enough.

A draw, your battle ended in a draw. He can't believe it, as he kneels down on one leg bleeding and holding onto his trident for support as you pant heavily on the other side, your throat burning but you still have the bright gaze in your eyes, the eyes of someone who just humbled a God. He was in denial at first, then he was angry. Destroying everything in sight at the humiliation he faced at your hand. He knew you two were set for a rematch BUT HE NEEDED VENGANCE FOR HIS SCORNED PRIDE NOW. Looking for you all around heaven, he threatened and interrogated many of your human allies and located you inside the greenhouse. It was bright and beautiful day as always, but it did little to improve his mood. The only thing that could is your dead body at his feet, evidence that you were just as every bit of a failure as the rest of humanity.

However he stops when he sees you. The artful way you practice your sword. The calm rise and fall of your chest all perfectly timed to enhance your fighting style and your moves, the same ones you used to tie with him, slowed down and filled with grace and strength. His heart makes his brain forget that you are human, the thing he detested the most in this life, and his anger is replaced with something else. Respect? Admiration?

No, it was none of those things.

In fact, it was something more passionate. More shameful in the eyes of gods. Something that you will soon find is worth than his anger.

- He observes you a lot more from then on. You aren't sure why since last you checked, he had looked down on you like you were the dirt beneath his feet, but you come here at the exact same time on the exact same day, and so does he.

- You don't speak to him, he wants you too. Haven't you humiliated him enough already? apparently not since you didn't even glance at him as you trained and he knows damn well you see him.

- "What are you?" He finally asks as he pushes down his broken pride. You stare at him, your solemn face broken when he asked you that question. "You are not a human," He explains, "You can't be. Humans are not meant to be...to be so..." he pauses and looks down, to any normal person, he looks pissed and like he's gonna attack but you only raise an eyebrow. W-was he being shy?

- "Beautiful." He finally answers, and for a brief moment that stoicism breaks in shock at his words. "You can not be a human. You are too beautiful. Humans can not be beautiful." It takes you a while to find your voice but when you do, you merely keep your composure: "Humans are many things, Lord Poseidon. We are strong, we are compassionate, and, yes, we can be beautiful."

- No, he thinks to himself, humans are not beautiful. This is a fact he's known for a long, long time. Yet, you were a human and here he was, admiring you every day and watching you in utter awe. Only you, he decides. Humans are not beautiful, only you are.

- He hates how humble you are, he absolutely despises it. Do you not have any respect for yourself? How can you allow yourself to think that you're anything like those worthless worms who snivel and beg pathetically at the feet of the gods. He believes there has been a mistake in the universe, he believes you're insulting yourself when you downplay your status and feats. Can't you see? They're beneath you! Humanity is beneath you! He has to fix this. He has to fix you.

- The day of your rematch with Poseidon, neither of you are seen. The gods search for him and the Valkyries try to rummage through your room and found only one shocking clue. A letter left on your bed written by Poseidon, who believes that deciding the fate of Humanity was beneath him and how he had more important matters involving you. He sits next to your unconscious sleeping form on his bed, his fingers in your hair as you sleep so beautifully. You needed to learn to take more pride in yourself, to be taken away from the shackles of humility humanity put on you, and Poseidon was more than happy to teach you how.

Yandere! Loki:

- He was rather unimpressed with your entrance and appearance, honestly. A smirk on his face as he looks you up and down, you certainly weren't wrong when you said you were a human, for that's what was before him. A measly average human.

- Honestly, he feels rather insulted and that this fight isn't gonna be as exciting as he had hoped. That wasn't fair! Every other God got fun humans but him! Oh well, at least he has an excuse to torture a human and humiliate them in front of everyone~

- Summoning his own weapons, he just tilts his head: "You know, interrupting Heimdall was a little dramatic don't you think? If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you secretly put yourself on a pedastal."/ "I do not, I just merely am stating a fact. I am a human who bleeds just like the rest of humanity."/ Loki then smiles: "I'm so happy you think that! Because you're gonna die like the rest of them!"

- His attack is planned in his head, first a chain wraps around you and his other blade will slit your throat and soon, you'll suffer as- "I never said we bled easily." Your voice is right behind him. He looks over his shoulder and reacts in time but when you breathe, he can't act fast enough before of the display of a divine light that surrounds you now. You slice his shoulder and it burns, he holds it and glares at you. You drew first blood, but he'll make sure you don't get lucky again.

- Until you both are exaughsted from the battle and it ends in a tie. Loki feels himself growing weak and his last sight before losing consciousness is you. Surprisingly, when he wakes up, the first thing he sees is you as well. Sitting next to him, bandages on your wounds and a book in your hands. You notice from the corner of your eyes that he is awake.

- You apologize instantly for his wounds, despite the fact it is a literal fight to the death. In fact, your exact words to him are: "I aimed all of my attacks to kill swiftly, it was not my intention to make you suffer like the demons who have met my blade. In our next battle, I will make sure to be strong enough to kill you properly and respectfully."

- He isn't sure what to think of this, what to think of you. But it makes him smile for some reason, maybe he smiles at your foolishness for thinking you could kill HIM (you were close but he blames it on fortune), or maybe he smiles because it's very rare that someone honors him, a God of mischief and trickery, the same way they'd honor more noble gods like his uncle and cousin. Or maybe it was the smile you gave him...yes, that was it. It was your smile that sealed your fate.

- Loki can now be found wherever you are, like an annoying stray who keeps coming back to the hand that fed him once. Maybe he wants to annoy you, maybe he wants to flirt. Anything just to see you change that serious boring look on your face...maybe smile for him, yeah? He just hasn't been able to get it out of his mind.

- But, nah, you're too boring. That's his little pet name for you "His Boring Little Mortal", he'll complain about you but if anyone else was to speak ill, God or Human, he becomes indignant and reminds them of your good traits like your nobility and how you held yourself in battle.

- He's honestly the same when he's a yandere, as I said before, but the key major difference is that all it takes is one miniscule thing and suddenly, he comes more possessive. More protective and more suffocating. Like, he's watching you during a Ragngarok match and you smile at someone. To others, it might not be a big deal but to him, it very much is. Because it wasn't fair, YOUR SMILE BELONGED TO HIM. NOT TO ANYONE ELSE. TO HIM. YOU SMILED AT HIM FIRST SO IT'S HIS! YOU ARE HIS.

You lost the battle.

Your nobility, your humbleness, and your kindness wasn't enough to match the God of Deciet's wit and cunning. Your on both your knees, coughing up blood and unable to move your body as you hear the loud chain rattling of his weapons. You can hear the humans behind you begging you to get up, urging you to fight but you can't, your heart's strength was there but your body's was not. You feel ashamed but at least you can die knowing you did your best. Loki looks down at you, his hands at his sides, and his face stoic in a very unsettling manner. All he has to do is kill you, all he has to do is-"

"...I don't want too." He frowns, crossing his arms and looking the other way. You look at him in shock as the God's outrage as well as the humans. "LOKI, WHAT TREACHERY IS THIS!?" One of Odin's crows, well, crowed loudly.

Loki stuck out his tounge before shrugging, "I don't know, I mean, what am I winning? A step closer to humanity's destruction? We're gods! I want a something else! A prize~" He says slyly. The gods outrage once more before Zeus sighs, knowing nothing can be simple with the green haired god and tiredly asked him, "Fine, what prize must we give you if you kill (Y/n) (L/n)?" Zeus asked, making Loki grin wolfishly.

The arena becomes quiet and Loki kneels in front of you, cupping your face in his hands and tilting your head. What a cute face you're making, so confused and ready to die. He wonders what face you would make if he just...

Kissed you passionately, pressing his lips to your blood covered ones and shocking you and both audiences of mortals and immortals. You don't kiss him back, you don't even have time to think before he pulls away from you and looks at you with half lidded eyes.

Yes, that face is so much cuter on you. He wonders what other faces you could make.

But first, he has to answer the question Zeus asked him, "Why, the only prize that matters to me of course!~"

"(Y/n) (L/n), the Sun Hashira herself!"

[suedoodle]

Since Dad's been in post-surgery recovery, I've been taking over a lot of his duties. Grilling, mowing, taking out the trash. An unexpected result was unfettered access to all his tools. I have embraced the inner Dad, and with that grew a strong urge to build stuff with wood 🪚

Got some white oak and started making free-floating shelves. (Made three but just showing one) I sanded the wood, stained the wood, painted the edges, distressed the edges with more sanding, splattered it with black paint, added a clear topcoat, drilled in some brackets, and it came out lovely; really elevated the NSR wall corner.

Now I'm addicted. Can't stop, wont stop; wanted to refinish a tiny table. Sanded it even more than the previous white oak planks. Same as before; stain, paint, re-sand to distress the edges, topcoat, and complete.

This pleases the inner Dad. Now it was time to take it up a level. I bought an old oak chair from an antique shop 🪑 It was scuffed, and the old cushion was the wrong fit and nasty looking, but the price was cheap for oak. The trick was chemically removing the old finish. Took hours but I managed.

Oh the sanding I had to do to this chair... I think it might've been 5 whole hours of nothing but sanding. Hand hurt the next day, but got all the scuffs out and cracked open the furniture paint. 🖌️ Plus picked out some cotton canvas for the new cushion.

Chair came out pretty. Cushion is a tad thicker than I was going for but not terrible for a first attempt. Sorry Dad, you have been usurped. I've learned all the Dad tool lore and grew a singular beard hair to establish my newfound position 🛠️. Anything you can do, I can do better now add more color and flowers 😂

[tasksfor-sluts]

hiiii mommy <3 i thought you might wanna hear about a stupid garbage cunt doing stupid garbage cunt things :3

so today i got really horny in the afternoon and had to pee, but i held in my pee for a long time until eventually peeing in a bowl and using a big syringe to fill my own ass with my pee >w< it took three and a half syringes but when i had the whole bladderful inside of me, i put in a butt plug and went hunting outside for garbage to cum with <3

i looked for small stuff that would be easy to pack into my cunt, and i'm lucky one of my neighbors is a smoker because i found sooo many cigarette butts to stuff into my gross ashtray cunt >w< when my pocket was full i had to hurry back home cause i was starting to leak despite the buttplug so i had to empty myself out quick 😭

so then i went to my desk and started looking at porn of other cunts stuffing themselves with garbage while i packed three handfuls of cigarette butts into my cunt plus some other small stuff, like a corner of a food wrapper and a bottle cap <3 now i'm sitting here with my cunt packed full of gross dirty stuff from outside, edging to porn of other garbage cunts doing the same thing, and trying to pack it deeper with a dildo so i can fit some household trash in there too <3 it's way hotter when it's stuff from outside, all icky and disgusting, and i'm soooo in love <3

can you call me some mean names to remind me what purpose my cunt serves? please don't hold back, i looooove being insulted and reminded that i don't deserve to be human >///< and can you encourage me to stuff more trash in there next time? please be mean to me, i need to know that my only use is for garbage <3

Haha stupid garbage cunt truly is a suitable name for you. That's absolutely disgusting and horrible, no one with any self worth would do something so vile. 😂 Your anal cunt full of piss while you're foraging for trash to shove into your leaking hole? How much lower can one go.

Cigarette butts is easy to stuff in tho. Next time find something sharp and coarse, so you can't for a second forget that your cunt is stuffed with repulsive trash from the street. Or pick something that'll ooze trash juices out of you when you fuck your trash packed trash cunt.

Hope you fucked a cigarette butt into your cervix and leave it in there until it rots. Would make a fun er trip explaining why someone would fuck it into there

[crescencestudio]

How would the love interests reassure their Mc if they were feeling insecure?

(Found out I was being cheated on and would love some loyalty and reassurance fluff! 😂 Hope everyone is having a better weekend than I am LOL)

THIS IS AWFUL???? the alaris LIs would never do that to you...... they r all gathering in my mental palace contemplating what to do with the cheater in question........ kuna'a said something along the lines of taking out the trash......

((in all seriousness that's horrible to hear and i hope you take the next couple of days to give yourself all the love and kindness you need. fuck that cheater))

✨ LIs Reassuring MC

Kayn: words of affection is their main love language. going to shower you in all the compliments and will probably even surprise you with some obscure/specific ones (e.g., likes how you light up when you see something cute, or the little wrinkle in your nose you get when you laugh, or how passionate you are about calculus, etc.)

Druk: makes the day about you. you're the boss today (arguably with this guy, ur the boss everyday but i digress LMSSL). whatever ur favorite show is, ur watching it together. ur favorite treat--ur getting it. whatever u want, u got it. his main intention is for u to reconnect with what u like and the things that make you you and celebrate all of that bc he loves all of you.

Fenir: i think he would write you a letter. at first he might try to do what kayn does, but that just comes RLLY unnaturally to him and he's gonna start stammering and things r gonna come out wrong and he's gonna accidentally compliment ur toes and oh god that's not what he meant and--- LSLLA. so he will write a letter instead. this way you can have it forever and always remember how amazing he thinks u r.

Etza: spends a little more time showing you how much they love you today. it'll be mostly subtle, in large part bc they don't want you to feel like they're telling you these nice things or acting differently just bc u feel bad. but you will feel their love and admiration for u on the little things--the way their hand lingers on ur cheek a second longer, how you catch them looking at you in awe more often, the delicate way they handle you as if ur the most precious thing in the world, etc.

Kuna'a: they'll ask you to list off what ur insecure about. you're hesitant at first, obviously since sharing insecurities is no easy task. so you start off small--maybe it's how your nose looks, or the color of your eyes. and once those words leave your lips, kuna'a places a light kiss on the offender in question--ur eyes, nose, whatever ur insecure about. as u list more and more insecurities, he places more and more kisses on you. if u list a characteristic (like ur forgetful), he'll say why he likes that about you. until your insecurities are replaced with love.

Aisa: they'll ask you why you're off today and when u tell them ur feeling insecure, they'll respond with a simple "but why? what's there to be insecure about?". it's a blunt, borderline abrasive, response. but it reveals something deeper, which is how aisa truly sees you. what is there to be insecure about when you're perfect? and there's something in the straightforward simplicity of their words that heals the pain of your insecurities.

[accio-victuuri]

(8) cql shoot “fake” moments 📼

i am picking certain contributions in this round up made by 泡沫爱恋的晴空. there are different candies in the linked source but this post i’m making are stuff that supposedly happened during filming. if like me, and stories like this are your weakness, then you will enjoy it. maybe you’ve read some of these before or not — even saw some play out in unofficial bts.

1.) My favorite and i wanted an excuse to add an edited clip of GG singing. ���🎶 this may not be the actual scenario described in the fake story but fans are speculating it is.

DD's assistant would also bring DD green tea at first, but later she only brought boiled water because he wouldn't drink it. There was a quarrel between the two, gg held the green tea and drank it by himself, while dd stood by and watched Bichen. GG ignored him. dd said, "I'm thirsty.” The assistant thought that dd would be embarrassed to ask gg for green tea, so she took a cup and gave it to him. dd said it’s not green tea, gg didn’t even look at him, and dd said angrily that I don’t want to drink any more.

It's going to be swollen, and it's very embarrassing with dd's assistant next to me (xql quarrel can't help much) , gg just said that they brought it out to you and you didn’t drink it. DD was so angry that he didn’t say anything.

GG gave him the green tea and asked dd's assistant for a drink from dd's water cup. He was very helpless and said that green tea has a grudge against you. He keeps an eye on Green Tea Balabala every day. dd drank half a cup of green tea in one breath. When gg took it, he was shocked. Web, you are poisonous, you won’t give me some. dd said you drink water, zg you won't be swollen. Then the two of them reconciled inexplicably. After gg was called by the director after the show, dd asked the assistant for water. Even if I drink it, I won’t be afraid of swelling. I don’t know and I don’t dare to ask.

I tried my best to rephrase some of the words for it to make more sense but i hope you all get the gist of it. So it’s all about a quarrel they had and reconciling because of green tea. Do friends even do this kind of shit? lol. No. I’m serious. The way they fight and make up — you would think they are high school sweethearts or something. The video shared points to the time they were fighting and ignoring each other. Look at WYB completely ignoring GG while singing — and how GG was glancing at him, looking at his expression. I always thought this scene was sweet cause GG was singing that beautiful love song, now i’m seeing it in a different way. Still sweet of course, but with some edge to it. 🤍🔪

2.) The two are talking about the pokemon character grumpig, this was used by the OP as a starting point to the story but the main point is as follows: There is really too much "trash talk" between them, it's terrifying, and no one else can get in, they just understand it, and if they talk about it, they probably don't need to cut out the highlights.

LOL. There are bts content that will never see the light of day between these two because it’s either too sweet or too savage 😂😂😂😂

3.) When I was on the set before, Xiao laoshi would occasionally pout. I don’t know, maybe it was a subconscious action when he was relaxed. Then Lao Wang would say that Xiao laoshi is so cute and pout, and he would say it every time as a fake. If Xiao laoshi is tired, he will be ignored. If he is not tired, he will say something back to him.

One time I saw Teacher Xiao pouting and he took advantage of it! I drew an ugly picture, look at the picture:

Like this, do you understand? Anyway, after pouting, you put your fingers under his lips and then move them up.

4.) One day there was a scratch on the back of his hand. He said team member asked if it was scratched by someone. He said it was not, pointing to a shallow mark — and said this was scratched by him before.

If there are really scratches on the back of my hand when it is broadcast, I am confused and I don’t know anything.

*** i think this pertains to scratches in WYB’s arms lol. we think it’s jianguo but it could be from someone else 😂😂😂

5.) This next one are bits shared by an OP who allegedly met the boys for the first time a year ago, and we were extremely busy. Allegedly this OP is someone who worked with them during CQL promotions. They said that they didn’t know anything about internal entertainment: I just felt that one person who came was not worldly, and the other person was electric. Now I sincerely wish to be with you, and always listen to my heart.

• One is reserved and mature, the other is childish.

• The venue is large, the air outlet temperature of the stage is low, and all has thick coats and it’s bitingly cold. He silently took off his coat and forced the other party to put it on. He breathed silently into his hand, held the microphone to warm it, and exchanged words. To use your description, it means there are stars in my eyes.

• There are a few lines that we hum along while waiting for the venue. It was vaguely him who taught him. I just remember that he sang a line, and my fingertips were moved by the feeling of midsummer.

• His hands were turning the pair of rings intentionally or unintentionally, taking them off, putting them on, and taking them off again. I caught a glimpse of him from the corner of my eye. As they passed by, they kissed each other.

• After the curtain call, accompanied by the deafening song and shouting, a faint sound drifted through my ears several times “Life comes and goes again... I'll be by your side”

AHHHHHH THAT’S ALL IM GONNA SAY. No wonder a lot of people who worked during CQL or interacted with them became cpfs. 👀

6.) Because two people sleep together during ttysj, the younger one is more accustomed to it, and is not so scared anymore. Later, the younger one went out to film a drama alone and slept by himself at night. He was a little scared and not used to it, so he asked Brother Zhan to call him and sing "Bao" "Baby", "My precious baby, let me give you some sweets so that you can sleep well tonight." Then the younger one will not be afraid to sleep well.

this is the song, allegedly, i mean. come on. i wanna fight yibo 😤😤😤 to have xiao zhan sing you to sleep whenever you want to!!!!!

7.) Not necessarily an incident that happened while filming CQL, but during that era in 2018. Most likely from their Bazaar shoot, there is a video of this too, ZZ playing with a dog.

One time when the two of them got together, there was a staff member backstage who brought a puppy to xx and when he was holding the puppy, the puppy licked xx. The person standing next to him looked at the puppy with cold hatred. The staff member was right. Ask xxx, do you want me to lick you too??? No more follow-up, I have other things to do and I'm going out....Don't believe it's fake...

YIBO 😂😂😂😂 I added it here cause it’s so funny! He is even jealous of a puppy!!!! my favorite is how ZZ notices it too, that means he is attuned to WYB’s emotions.

8.) Guizhou has beautiful natural scenery, but the mountain roads are rugged and there are many insects.There are many people. If you want to see the waterfalls during the wet season, you have to hike. After walking for nearly forty minutes with one foot deep and one foot shallow, I happened to hear the sound of water and called out xxx, do you have a wish? When you see the waterfall and you want your wish to come true, close your eyes. It’s fake, don’t believe it.

OP here was talking about what the two of them couldn’t agree on during this interview p1. to those familiar with it, you know what i’m talking about. One was saying there is a waterfall in Guizhou, then the other said there is but they didn’t go. We know that when stuff like this happens, one of them is covering something up. In this case it’s GG.

The fake rumor explains that they did go, WYB asking XZ to close his eyes for a wish was a scheme for him to kiss XZ ( p2 ). He is right tho, if XZ’s wish was WYB, then if he closes his eyes and WYB kisses him— his wish will come true.

I CAN’T. 🥹🥹🥹🥹

WANG YIBO IS SO SMOOTH. 😤😤😤

-END.

[dirtyvulture]

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Requested by anon: Can I please get some soft tummy Nat, no beef, and a civilian reader without beef as well. 

AN: No pronouns used.

I can’t remember the last time I got a vegetarian request lol. 😭😂 But I tried my best, anon!

“Wait, don’t change the channel yet,” you whine, not moving from your spot between Natasha’s legs, your cheek resting on her stomach where you’re turned to watch the television.

“It’s just a commercial,” Natasha protests. 

“Well, it’s a good commercial!”

“Whatever,” she mutters, dropping the remote back next to her and returning her hand to rest on your head where she’s been stroking your hair. Your arms are wrapped lazily around her waist, and you think she makes the perfect pillow for your head.

After a few serious injuries sustained while on missions, Natasha had to take an extended leave of absence, which also cut into her ability to train. She did not have the same muscle mass as she once had, her belly growing a little plusher over time, something you knew that she was insecure about, but you always assured her that she was still just as beautiful and that you loved her all the same. 

The two of you watch as a dog is left behind by his family, tearing up the trash and destroying various pieces of furniture in his frustration. The family returns with a big kennel, opening it to reveal a new friend for the dog.

“See, wasn’t that cute?” you say, as though you haven’t seen this commercial at least 30 times already.

“Yeah, I guess it is,” Natasha agrees. 

The television show returns, and you two lay there in silence for a few minutes to watch it. Your hand slips under Natasha’s shirt to rub over her bare skin and she shivers at the physical contact.

“You okay?” you stop to ask.

“Uh...yeah,” she responds with some hesitance. You pull out your hand and lift your head to look at her.

“Nat.”

“I’m fine,” she says with more confidence, but you don’t believe her.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“Noth...” Natasha starts, but relents. She trusts you more than anyone and she’s been with you long enough to know that you would never judge her for anything. “Well, I mean...you know how I feel about my stomach...”

“You’re beautiful, Nat. Every part of you.” You crawl up to kiss her softly, resting your chest against hers. “You know how much I love you, right?”

“Yes,” Natasha whispers, blushing at your praise. 

“Can I show you?”

Natasha nods with her lower lip trapped between her teeth as you slide down her body, pulling down her shorts and panties as you go and she helps kick them off. You settle in between her legs, keeping one of your hands on her stomach protectively as you lower your head to put your mouth to her folds.

Natasha sighs when your tongue makes contact with her center, her hand resting on the top of your head and tightening in your hair as you push your tongue into her, savoring her taste.

You hear Natasha murmuring in Russian as her thighs start to close around your head, holding you close to her, and you take your time to stimulate her with your mouth. You’re careful to avoid her clit at first, waiting until she’s practically gushing with wetness to take it into your mouth and suck on it repeatedly.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Natasha moans, tilting her head back into the couch. The television show is completely forgotten now and you switch your grip to hook your arms under her legs, pulling her into you so your tongue can penetrate her as deeply as possible.

“You taste so good, Nat,” you say, pausing to take a breath before going down on her once more. 

The grip in your hair tightens to an almost painful point as Natasha humps frantically into your mouth, her walls squeezing desperately around your tongue in intervals.

“Almost...Almost there, baby,” she gasps, her thighs quivering as she tries not to choke you out with them.

With one final hard suck to her clit, Natasha comes undone in your mouth and you’ve never tasted anything better. As she rides out her high, you don’t stop licking and sucking, until her entire body is trembling and she is whimpering from the overstimulation.

“Can you give me one more?” you ask, your tone innocent compared to what you’re doing to her right now.

Natasha nods, wanting nothing more than to please you, trying to catch her breath as you don’t stop, bringing her to another orgasm almost directly after the first.

“I love you, Nat,” you whisper as you clean her up and kiss her thighs, then her stomach, resting your weight gently on top of her again. Natasha wraps her arms around your back, holding you tightly against her. 

She would never doubt you for a second.

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[vodika-vibes]

I don't know if this is something I can request, feel free to delete 😅😂

Could I possibly get a Tech x F! Reader where like, people forgot about Reader's birthday and she kinda feels like, lonely, but then Tech finds out about it and that everyone forgot/didn't know and he spends the rest of the day making it up to her,,, maybe some smut as a treat if you feel up to it 👉👈

There Are Other Ways

Summary: After everyone you know and love forgets your name day, you feel pretty down in the dumps. Luckily, a last-minute visitor turns your day around.

Pairing: TBB Tech x F!Reader

Word Count: 2169

Warnings: Reader is sad at first, also smut, oral recieving

A/N: This is absolutely something that you can request! And the only reason it's not longer is because yard work is happening outside my door and I can't focus anymore. Like, on one hand, I'm so glad I don't have to do my own yard work. On the other hand, it's still very loud. Anywho! Thanks for the request! I hope you like it even though it's not, exactly, what you requested!

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You don’t expect a lot for your Name day. You don’t expect presents or food or a party. All you want, all you’ve ever wanted, is for the people you love most to acknowledge you.

A simple holo from the people you love would have been enough to make today a good day.

But you didn’t get a single well-wish today.

Not from your friends or your family. Not from your coworkers.

Not even from Tech, your best friend.

And you don’t blame Tech. You don’t.

How could you? The idea of a Name day is still something new for him, and his brothers, and you know he’s trying his best.

You don’t blame him. But you still feel hurt that he doesn’t remember.

After all, you told him how important today was for you. You told him how no one ever made you feel like you mattered on your Nameday, and that now that you’re an adult you never want to feel that way again.

You told him.

And he still didn’t even send you a message.

You don’t blame him.

You don’t want to blame him.

But Tech remembers everything important to him.

Apparently, you just aren’t on that list.

And that hurts.

You shift so that you’re resting your chin on your folded arms, your gaze lingering on the cake that you bought for yourself. It’s an Ice Cream cake, chocolate and vanilla with caramel and fudge. It’s your favorite.

When it became clear that no one cared what today was, you went and bought it for yourself. 

The cake, and the candles. 

And you even bought yourself a Name day present, a new pair of sandals that you had been eyeing for the last couple of weeks.

A heavy sigh falls from you, the only noise in your home other than the fan you can hear in the next room.

How pathetic.

Buying your own Name day present. It’s the lowest of the low, isn’t it?

Slowly you sit up, old and new hurt making you feel years older than your actual age, and you pick up the cake to put it in the freezer.

You don’t feel like celebrating anymore.

You stand in the middle of your kitchen, holding the cake you got to celebrate your birthday, your hand on the handle of the freezer. You stare at the words painted on the cake, almost tauntingly, and another, louder, sigh falls from you.

You release the freezer and head to the back door, kick it open, and toss the cake in the trash.

You step back into your home, shut the door, and lean against it. “Mom was right,” You say to your empty home, “Name days are a stupid thing to celebrate anyway.”

Who cares if you don’t actually believe that?

Tech is buried elbow-deep in the Marauder when Crosshair storms into the Hanger and flings his comm at his head. “Your comm has been going off, non-stop, for the last hour.” Crosshair bites out, “Deal with it or I’m throwing it into the ocean.”

“Is someone calling me?” Tech asks as he looks over at his twin.

“Not your secretary, Tech.” Crosshair snaps as he spins on his heel and stalks out of the hanger.

“There is no need to be dramatic, Crosshair.” Tech mutters, more to himself than his brother, before he pulls his arms out of the ship and tugs his gloves off to check his comm.

He isn’t expecting any calls. And, so far as he remembers, nothing important is happening tod—

Tech’s thought process stops mid-thought as he sees the notification blaring on his comm.

There, written in plain basic: IMPORTANT. CYARE’S NAME DAY. DO NOT FORGET.

A litany of curses runs through his mind, he forgot. How could he forget? After she made a point to tell him how her Name day was never celebrated when she was growing up, and how she never wanted to feel like that ever again.

Surely other people remembered, though. There’s no way she spent the morning alone, waiting for someone to remember her. Right?

He scrambles to his feet, the Marauder’s upgrade can wait until later, this can’t.

He pauses to look down at his clothes. His jeans are covered in grease, as is his shirt, but his arms are clean. Good enough.

Hopefully.

He hurries out of the hanger, though he does take time to ensure that the hanger is locked (Hunter would have his head if the Marauder got stolen), and then he hurries to her house. 

Luckily, she doesn’t live too far away. Unluckily, she does live far enough away that his shirt is sticking to his skin due to the heat. He makes a disgusted face as he plucks the shirt away from his skin, even as he lifts a fist to knock on the door.

Though he pauses just before his knuckles hit the door.

Her trashcan is open, and he can see, poking out the top, a case holding a melted cake. Tech stares at it for a moment, and then his head tilts back and he releases a silent sigh.

That…is not a good sign.

He knocks on the door twice, waits a moment, and then knocks twice more. He might not have Hunter’s enhanced hearing, but he does eventually hear her moving around the home.

There’s a click and the door slides open, and she blinks up at him, surprise written clear on her face, “Tech? Is something wrong? Do you need me to babysit Omega?”

That is an even worse sign.

“No. I meant to be here earlier, but I—”

“Forgot?” There’s something pained on her face, and Tech hates himself for putting it there, “It’s okay,” She won’t meet his gaze, “No one else remembered either.”

“I got busy,” Tech corrects, “You know what I can be like.”

“It’s okay, Tech.” She repeats, her smile slightly lopsided…and the fakest smile he’s ever seen in his life, “It’s a stupid thing to celebrate anyway.”

“I disagree.”

She shakes her head and moves to the side to let him in from the heat, “Tech, you remember everything important to you, what am I supposed to think?”

“That is not fair.”

She looks at him, slightly surprised, “I’m not blaming you, Tech. I know Name days are new for you and your brothers. I just,” She pauses, and folds her arms around herself, as if hugging herself for comfort, “I just want to forget today.” Her arms tighten, “Mom was right. I don’t really matter, do I?”

Tech now, officially, feels like a monster. 

His mind races, there has to be a way to make today better for her. He can’t buy her something, he doesn’t have the money for it. Anything he could make her would take time. He’s not the best cook, so he can’t even make food for her.

Tech pulls his comm out of his pocket and sends an emergency message to his brothers, telling them that they need to plan for an emergency barbeque to happen tonight to celebrate her name day.

As soon as he gets confirmation from Wrecker (who does the majority of the cooking) and Omega (promising that it’ll be the best name day party ever) Tech drops his comm back in his pocket.

“We are having a Name day dinner for you, tonight.” Tech says bluntly, “Wrecker is cooking.”

She shakes her head, “You don’t have to.”

“I made you feel like you do not matter, and nothing could be further from the truth. A single dinner is not nearly enough.”

She rubs her shoulder, “Look, Tech. I just want to stay home and sulk. A dinner party sounds like…well, it sounds like it’ll make me cry.”

“Before you make any decisions, can I give you your present?”

She blinks at him and then scans him. “You aren’t carrying anything.” She points out.

Tech huffs and walks over to her, “You are just being stubborn for the sake of being stubborn, I think.”

“Wha—?”

Tech throws all caution to the wind and presses his lips against hers. 

It’s a little awkward, as she wasn’t expecting it and she doesn’t react right away, but then he feels her hands against his chest, and she relaxes into the kiss, her hands sliding up his chest and over his shoulders to wrap around his neck.

He breaks the kiss, though he doesn’t want to (her lips are so soft and she tastes like the smoothie she prefers, and he could kiss her for hours and never get tired of it—). 

Her eyes are wide with surprise, but she’s still totally relaxed against him.

Tech has never been so grateful for living on a tropical island as he is at that moment, as she’s wearing a thin tank top and shorts and he can feel all of her soft curves pressed against him. His hand settles at the small of her back, to press her soft body against his more solid one, and his other hand brushes some hair off her neck as he watches her, to see how she reacts.

It takes her a moment to regain her breath, “A…name day kiss?” She asks.

“I suppose now is an appropriate time for me to tell you that I care about you?” He counters in turn.

“Aren’t you doing this kind of backward?” She asks, her voice soft.

“Normal is overrated.” Tech tilts her head so his lips are hovering over hers again, “Can I—?”

“Yes. Whatever you want.” She breathes as an answer.

Tech chuckles and then crashes his lips against hers in a much more heated kiss. This time, he doesn’t hold anything back as he nips her lower lip and slides his tongue against hers.

She releases a quiet moan and the sound breaks something in Tech’s mind, at least that’s what he thinks happens, because the next thing he knows, her back is pressed against a wall and he’s lifting her so that her legs are hooked around his waist.

His lips move to her throat and he scrapes his teeth against her soft skin. She releases a noise so needy that Tech can’t help the groan that escapes him.

“Am I going too fast?” Tech asks against her throat.

Her hands skim through his hair, careful to not dislodge his goggles, “Not fast enough.” She gasps out.

He lets out a breathless laugh, “Greedy.”

“I’m allowed,”

Tech pulls away from her for a moment, his gaze flickering around to take stock of her home, and then he pulls her away from the wall, walks her over to her favorite chair, and sits her on it.

She shoots him a puzzled look, only to squeak when his hands settle at the band of her shorts and he tugs them down. He tosses them to the side, not caring about where they land, and then he settles himself on his knees.

“W-wait—”

Tech pauses and lifts his gaze to meet hers, though he keeps his lips on the soft skin of her thighs.

Her face is slightly flushed and her hair is a mess around her head, “This doesn’t seem fair to you.” 

Tech chuckles, “Cyare, it is your name day.”

Somehow she looks even more flushed, and Tech takes that as a win as he drapes her legs over his shoulders, and busies himself with kissing and biting his way up her thighs.

She still jumps when he presses his lips against her pussy in a light kiss, and he grins, “Lean back, cyare.”

He waits until she does as he asks, and then he flicks his tongue across her clit, pulling a muffled moan from her. Muffled because her hand is pressed over her mouth.

He’ll have to deal with that at a later point in time, but for now, he busies himself with fucking her with his tongue and fingers. She tastes amazing, and Tech is pretty sure that he could spend the rest of his life buried between her thighs and would die a happy man. 

It doesn’t take long for him to determine what she likes, and what she really likes. Listening to her moans and focusing on the way her body twitches under him when he touches her in a certain way.

Of course, this is just part one of his gift for her. He has every intention of taking her in every way that she’ll let him before they go to the Name day dinner tonight.

Tech’s lips curl into a satisfied grin when she releases a gasping cry as she clenches around his finger and her hands come down to fist in his hair.

Oh, and at some point he needs to ask her to be his girlfriend.

Hm…maybe he should have done that before getting to the point.

But then she’s cumming around his fingers and the only thing Tech is thinking of is how pretty she’ll look when she’s riding him.

Happy Name day, indeed.

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[tipsypup2]

Elmsworth academy part 2

You show up to school, still totally-not-plastered from last night’s wild party. You lean against the doorframe and rub your blurry eyes, then stumble in a straight-ish line to your seat. You had the fortune of being able to sit next to Amy. The principal’s daughter was gorgeous, everyone knew it. Her curly red hair was somehow always pristine, her green eyes always sparkled, and perhaps most impressively, she somehow managed to fit her MASSIVE tits into her school uniform. Make no mistake, this was THE party girl in school.

Not during school hours though. In here, she was as polite and reserved as anyone could be. A far cry from the girl you’d previously seen chug an entire keg of beer and then dance naked for several minutes before passing the fuck out. It was honestly impressive how well she could hold up the “good girl” facade around any authority figure.

“Good morning Zoe!” She says, cheerfully smiling as you took your seat beside her. “Do anything fun last night?” She shoots you a wink, as if to say “our little secret!”

You slowly turn towards her, your mind bleary and foggy, not quite able to pick up on the playfulness of her statement. “Whuh? Yeahhn? *hic* I-I wuz at yer par-“

Amy shoots you a look, one that even your totally-not-drunk-just-a-bit-tired brain can understand. You steady yourself a bit. Why is Amy slowly swaying back and forth? Actually- why is the whole room slowly swaying back and for-

The buzzing of your phone in your pocket breaks your train of thought (what’s left of it anyway). You take it out, seeing a notification on the screen. It takes a moment to read, stupid letters are all fuzzy and warped, must be some weird new update. You eventually manage to make out the words:

CloudyChloe628:

“Girl when I told u to hurry up and come to class, I didn’t know u’d be like this! Ur still trashed! Get back to the dorm room before any1 else sees!”

You giggle, a bit of drool escaping your lips and dribbling down your chin. You clumsily wipe it off, shaking your head. Oh Chloe, poor, innocent, simple Chloe. Didn’t she know? You obviously weren’t trashed! You’d slept after all! You couldn’t be! You type out a response, having a bit of difficulty as the keys keep moving around. Man, this update is weird.

ZoeGloey62:

“imnn ot trahed”

“^*trashd”

“shtu uip bitch 😂🤣🖕🖕”

CloudyChloe628:

“Ugh. I knew I shouldn’t’ve let u chug something called “the Hennessy hurricane.”

“Listen u gotta get outta here. If the teachers see you like this they’ll get us all in trouble. Getting Amy caught would be social suicide, girl.”

Man, Chloe seems really convinced about this whole “still being drunk” thing. Eh, what does she know? One thing’s for sure though, you’re thirsty. You reach into your bag and take out your bottle of water, taking a swig of it to quench your thirst. Some of the liquid dribbles onto your tits. Hrm? That’s not possible, your uniform covers them! It would need to be partially unbuttoned for- Huh.. why does this water burn? It tastes almost like…

Your thoughts are interrupted by another loud “Hic-gURRPP-“ Ohhhhh, you must’ve grabbed a sparkling water! classic mistake. You look back at your phone, ignoring the room’s swaying, which has just gotten worse for some reason.

CloudyChloe628:

“DID U JUST GULP VODKA IN CLASS?! Girl you neefd tosegt oauset shwebafor euageht………”

Huh, her message seems all blurry and warped after that, weird, you can’t make the rest of it out. Trying to decipher it is making your head feel all fuzzy and spinny.

You shake your head, thinking of the absurdity of her suggestion as you take another swig of water.

Hic-GURrrnp!~

Amy leans over to you, putting a hand on your shoulder and whispering softly.

“Zoe, I think you should.. take a day off.”

Her tone seems somewhat threatening? You can’t imagine why. You do sort of like how her fingers feel as they dig slightly into your shoulder. You wonder how those fingers would feel pumping inside y-

Amy suddenly fully grabs you, pulling you up out of your seat and dragging you behind her.*

“Zoe! Calling other students names is against the school code of conduct! I’m going to have to take you to the principal’s office!”

Why is she yelling? What is she talking about? Oh look a quarter on the floor! You wonder what would happen if you filled the school with coins? A metal detector would-

Suddenly, you’ve been slammed against the bathroom wall, Amy’s arms holding you against it. Your brain takes a minute to process, realizing that her “good girl” facade miiigght be dropping in here.

“What the FUCK were you thinking? Coming to class with your tits half out totally plastered? Are you trying to get me caught?”

You pause a moment, what is she talking about? You stumble a bit, this room is swaying too for some reason.

“Whudd’ya talkinn’bout?.. ah’ *hic!* ah’m nawt’plastrd..”

This seems to agitate Amy further, the redhead shaking you in frustration.

“You’re fucking wasted Zoe. If YOU get in trouble, I get in trouble. And if I get in trouble, no more parties for ANYONE.

You can tell she’s definitely upset, but you’re finding it a bit hard to focus. Seeing the girl drop her facade, being so rough with you… well, it’s doing something.

“After everything I do to help you, too. Who do you think drags your drunk ass back to your dorm room after party night? Do you have ANYTHING to say for yourself??”

…

…

…

“*hic-GURrrup!*.. yer’pweddyyy~”

Amy throws her hands up in exasperation, groaning loudly. You slump down the wall to the floor, the sudden lack of her grip holding you up causing you to lose your balance in the spinning room.

As you slump down the wall, your bag falls to the ground, your sparkling water bottle rolling out.

Amy pauses, looks down, and glances across the room. Even in your drun- erm… tired state, you can see an idea cross her mind, a mischievous look in her eye.

“Hmmm.. alright Zoe, you wanna be wasted in school?”

Without warning, the redhead grabs your chin, pulling your face up and forcing your body closer to her.

“Fine…”

she takes the bottle and shoves the end of it between your lips. Confused, you gulp down the liquid. It’s just sparkling water after all, right?

As you chug the water, your vision gets foggier, the room spins quicker, your brain slows further. Oh man, maybe Chloe was onto something before…

As you finish the bottle, feeling much less coordinated than you did a moment ago, Amy hoists you to your feet. You lean yourself in a slump against her, standing on your own feeling almost impossible.

“Tell me Zoe..” Amy begins, her voice much more… sultry.. than before. “Do you know how I get all that booze for my parties?”

You shake your head “no”, or maybe you don’t, it’s hard to tell. Your head feels super heavy, the spinning room making you feel unbelievably disoriented.

Amy giggles, the sound causing a pang against your heart. It was cute, no denying.

“Well, then… let me show you…”

Amy walks (carries? drags?) you over to a door at the other end of the bathroom. She takes out a key, sliding it into the lock and turning it, opening the door slowly.

As your bleary, unfocused eyes take it all in, you can’t believe what you’re seeing…

To be concluded…

[reigningqueenofwords]

Prom Woes

Pairing: Dean x Reader Word count: 1,246 Request: Anonymous. Hey, I saw one of your dean x reader imagines and I loved it a lot! So I was wondering if you could do a fanfic where dean and the reader are about 17 and the reader’s prom date breaks up with her during the dance and Dean comforts her and confesses his feelings? Fluff follows? 😂😂love your fics bunches!!!

Read on AO3

Standing in the middle of the dance floor, your eyes watered. People moved around you, bodies close to their dates. Sniffing, you shook your head and turned, making your way off the dance floor. It was your senior prom, and the memories that should have been magical were shattered.

“Oh, Y/N/N, you look beautiful.” Your mother gushed, holding her hands together by her chin. She’d just put the finishing touches on your hair once you’d finished your makeup. Your dress was a lovely shade of purple, and shimmered slightly. You’d had your eye on it for months before your parents agreed to go prom shopping. Your father refused to buy a dress months ahead of time in case you changed your mind. So, you’d scrambled two weeks prior to make sure you got your dress.

As you passed a trash can, you ripped the flower from your wrist and tossed it in. “Stupid jerk.” You muttered, wanting to punch him in the face. Finding your table, you dropped into your seat.

“Well, that doesn’t look like how you should look at your prom.” Came your best friend’s voice.

You sighed and shrugged. “Doesn’t matter.” You told him sadly, wiping under your eye and smudging your makeup. “Oh, great.” You groaned, seeing the black line on your hand. “Perfect.” You sighed.

Dean furrowed his brows and sat next to you. “What the hell happened? You’ve been looking forward to this night for months.”

You grinned as you Dean sat on the couch watching movies. “We’re seniors!” You squealed.

“Technically, we’re not students until Monday.” He teased. “And you are way too excited.”

“This is the final year of high school. And prom!” You saw him roll his eyes and shoved him lightly. “I can’t wait.” You added. “Jessie will look so hot in a tux.” You sighed.

Dean chuckled lightly. “I still can’t believe you’re dating that idiot.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

You played with the table cloth. “Jessie broke up with me.” You sniffed, your eyes watering all over.

“What?!” He asked, sitting straight up. “When? Why?”

Despite how bad you felt, you let out a soft chuckle at how he sounded. “Just a few minutes ago- on the dance floor.” Your eyes shot to where it was still packed for a moment, then back to the table. “He didn’t really give a good reason, actually.” That fact was just hitting you, and made your more angry than anything. You’d been together since the July before- that was 11 months of your life with him. All to have it ended. At your prom. Your senior prom!

Dean was clearly angry. “What a dick. Where’s that asshole now?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. He left me on the dance floor. I think I spaced out for a few minutes before I made my way over here. I kinda just wanna go home…” What was the point of staying when you looked like hell from crying, and you were miserable?

“Come on.” Dean got up and held out his hand. “Let’s have our own prom.” He grinned.

Taking his hand, you narrowed your eyes. “Should I be worried?” You asked, half joking.

“Nah.” He pretended to think for a moment. “I don’t think…” He laughed.

Sitting across from him at Burger King, you covered your mouth as you laughed. You had been chewing your burger, and he had made a stupid face. “Stop!” You waved. “I’m trying to eat.”

“Hey, I’m just happy to see you smiling again.” Dean grinned, taking a sip of his soda. “I hate when you’re all upset.” He shrugged.

You licked your lips before taking a sip of your soda, giving him a small smile. “Well, you’re good at making me smile.” You blushed. “You’ve been my best friend for forever.” You chuckled lightly.

Dean pouted, crossing his arms over his chest as he sat on your couch. The four year old was not at all pleased that he was staying at his mother’s friend’s house while she was off having his baby brother.

“Hi!” Came a small voice as you climbed up next to him on the couch. “I’m Y/N/N. ‘Member me?” You looked hopeful, as you’d had playdates with him a couple times before.

He glared. “Stupid girls.” He huffed, instantly regretting it when you looked like you’d cry. “Hey, you know how to play hide and seek?”

You face lit of. “Course I do!” You giggled.

“W-what if I’d like to be more than best friends?” He asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

You froze with your burger almost to your mouth. “What?” You asked, not sure that you’d heard him right. Setting down your food, you swallowed. “You want to be more?”

He shrugged. “I’d like the chance.” Dean admitted nervously. “I’ve loved you for awhile now, honestly.” Your felt your chest tighten as your stomach fluttered at his words. “I just always wanted you happy, and didn’t want to screw us up. Then I saw how bad that dick hurt you.” He sighed, running his hand through his short blond hair. “All I wanted to do was hold you close and make it stop hurting you.”

Chewing on your lip, you chose your words wisely. “Dean…” You said gently. “I just got out of almost a year long relationship.” Which was something you needed to say before saying more. “While I do love you, a lot, I’m not going to pretend I can be more right now.” That would be fair to Dean at all. “I won’t shut the idea down, though.”

Dean nodded, smiling. “I get that, I do!” He told you. “I just couldn’t hold my tongue anymore.”

You chuckled lightly. “I vote that we finish our food, and go to my house, get comfortable, and watch cheesy movies.” 

“I like that idea.” He agreed.

–6 months later–

Dean pouted at you over Skype. “You can’t make it home?”

“I’m sorry!” You sighed. “I have to work.” You explained to your boyfriend of three months. “I’ll be home for Christmas, I promise.”

“Fiiiiine.” He said dramatically, making you chuckle. “How about we have a Skype date on Thanksgiving? You with your food, me with mine.”

You smiled. “I love that idea, actually.” At least you knew that you’d be seeing him in a month, so this would work for now. “How is everyone?”

Dean chuckled. “Mom keeps asking about you. Dad calls you his daughter already, and Sam just started high school.” He shook his head. “I hope he hits a growth spurt soon.” You laughed, knowing what he meant. Sam was a bit on the skinnier side. “How’s school?”

“It’s school.” You shrugged. “I miss you, though. I went to a party the other night with a friend and wound up leaving because I got tired of telling guys off.”

“Well…”

You furrowed your brows. “What?”

Dean smirked, a twinkle in his eye. “What if I told you that you won’t have to worry about that for long?” You raised an eyebrow, urging him to go on. “I’m getting an apartment near you. This January.”

“Really?!” You grinned. “How?”

He laughed. “Dad is opening up a second garage. He needs someone to oversee it. I said I’d do it. I’ll be just half an hour away from you. Not three or so hours.”

“You did that for me?” You asked, feeling loved.

“Us, babe.” He corrected you. 

[sleepy-wyvern]

Billy Hargrove x Female!Reader (SMUT)

Chapter: 1/? (smut in later chapter) part 2 here

Summary: Billy pursues an uninterested reader trying to gain her adoration. When reader finds her crush kissing someone else that's when she realizes her feelings are towards the wrong guy.

TW/CW: persistent flirting, cigarettes, marijuana, violent threat (not towards reader)

This fic only contains characters that are 18+ and will contain smut, as such 18+ readers only, minors absolutely DNI

For the lovely @strangelysupernatural ! Thanks for challenging me to write a difficult character! It was super fun and I'm sorry part one took so long 😂 go check out her page for her part of the challenge to write for my baby Steve Harrington! And more AMAZING billy & eddie fics sure to make you melt! 🥰

The moment Billy laid eyes on you he had one thing in mind: the need to corrupt your shy, goody two-shoes attitude. The fact that you weren’t interested in him seemed to drive his instinct to chase even more.

You were 18 but unfortunately had to move to a new town known as Hawkins before graduation. It was absolutely the worst time to make friends as cliques had already been long since established and most people were parting ways in a month or so.

Still, you were the shiny new toy amongst the high school so people stared curiously. You ignored them all except one that you couldn’t seem to avoid.

The moment you saw him across the cafeteria your heart leapt in your throat. You looked away but still felt his hungry eyes on your body. You couldn’t help but feel drawn to him, part of you was urging you to go to him like a magnet you fought to ignore.

He had large soft eyes, a curly mullet that seemed to grow on you, a faint hint of facial hair and of course a muscular frame. The man was built like a truck; seemingly out of place amongst the other students.

“Whose that?” You asked, clutching your dull blue cafeteria tray as you sat at the lunch table. 

Your first friend in this foreign world had sat next to you, graciously giving you company and the run down of the place. She had always worn a heavy metal or rock themed outfit, perhaps at first coming off as scary but she was the sweetest person at this wretched place. You were thankful you had been placed at the empty desk next to hers in English class.

“That’s Billy Hargrove,” she answered with a loving sigh. “Don’t waste your time though he’s a fuck boy that only cares about one night stands.”

You look down at your lunch trying to avoid eye contact but you could feel his gaze over you. 

“Thanks Bunny,” you smiled to her genuinely appreciating the warning. 

She tucked a strand of wild brown hair behind her ear as she smiled to you softly before noticing him walking towards you in the corner of her eye. “Uh-oh,” she sighed.

His steps approached and your breath seemed to catch in your throat. You held your hands in front of you nervously as your mind buzzed. He’s definitely not coming this way, right? Even if he was, he wouldn't speak to you because you're sitting with someone right?

When he neared your table your heart stopped as he did.

“Well, well, well. Who do we have here?” His voice seemed to purr as he put his hands on the table “fresh meat?” 

“Leave her alone, Billy, she’s not interested.” Bunny groaned at him with a glare that would’ve scared you had it been directed your way. Her beautiful blue eyes seemed equally terrifying under the cafeteria fluorescent lights.

He wasn't yet deterred as he leaned forward with his fists on the cafeteria table. You could smell a hint of expensive cologne as he loomed over you.

“How about she tell me that herself?” His pink tongue rolled over his chapped lips as he spoke, soft eyes watching you intently with his head tilted. You wondered for a moment how his expression was so soft when the rest of him was covered in sharp edges.

You stood holding your tray with half eaten food “Not interested.”

You make your way to the trash can, throwing the scraps out before returning your tray. When you turned around though, he was still standing there. 

You couldn’t look him in the eyes, gaze caught on his firm chest which didn’t seem like a great alternative choice for your mental resolve.

“Can I help you?” You asked as polite and calm as you could muster. 

“Yeah, actually.” He folded his arms clearly flexing his muscles as he did “How about a date?”

It took all of your willpower to ignore the tone of muscle in his arms.

You squint your eyes at him finding the courage to look up to his face “did you not hear me? I’m not interested.”

You walk past him catching the scent of his cologne once again, this time it seemed to fill your entire body, swirling through your veins like addictive poison. A sweet, delicious toxin.

“We’ll see about that,” he called from behind you and you were glad he couldn’t see your expression. 

“Careful, y/n,” Bunny warned with a sly smile “that’s a spicy one. You get caught in that trap you’ll never get out.”

Thankfully that was the last of his advances for that day. The next day however, you found he was still not deterred. 

He found you once more, this time at the library as you looked for a new book to read. 

“Huh, and she reads?” He asked rolling a cherry red lollipop over his tongue as he leaned against the door frame.

His voice startled you at first but quickly you rolled your eyes “I’m surprised you’re here. You don’t seem like the type.”

“The type to read?” He asked, hovering his lollipop over his lips.

“The type to be literate,” you muttered, “since you clearly ignored what I said yesterday.”

Instead of being offended he chuckled low seeming to enjoy your remark “Feisty. I like it.”

You sighed.

“Listen Billy, I know exactly about boys like you. You dote on girls, say whatever they want to hear to get them to spread their legs for you and then you don’t call them in the morning. I’m not falling for that crap.” You looked at him seriously but his soft brown eyes didn’t change expression as they darted between yours. They were soft and seemed to be filled with almost an innocent adoration you figured to be a ploy.

“Are you listening? Did you even hear a word I said?” You asked. 

He took the lollipop out of his mouth with two fingers “honestly? No. I was too busy looking at how gorgeous you are.”

Despite the flutter of butterflies it awoke inside you you weren’t interested. Guys like him were bad news, good for nothing and definitely not boyfriend material. You weren’t exactly looking for a one night stand either, not with this fuckboy. 

You rolled your eyes turning to leave, feeling his eyes watch your curves as you stride away.

The next part of your plan was to ignore him until he lost interest. It worked well even in the shared class together. You sat towards the front of the class while he sat in the back, leaning against the uncomfortable plastic chair.

Bunny was in that class with you too, and she leaned over to whisper to you while the teacher was occupied. 

“The man is consuming you with his eyes back there, y/n. What did you say to him?” Bunny looked both confused and intrigued. 

You sigh with a slight eye roll, not daring to look back at him “I told him I’m not interested.”

There was one guy you were a little interested in though since moving here. 

Steve Harrington he was known as, or Steve “The Hair” Harrington Bunny called him. Total jock as well, which wasn't exactly your type but the man was gorgeous and sweet like golden honey.

When he actually paid attention to you it was a surreal feeling. How could a guy like that have any interest in someone like me?

You were hooked since the day he introduced himself to you and since then you looked forward to every chance you got to see him.

“Hey I was thinking,” Steve asked, his hazel eyes glowing as he leaned against the brick wall of the school. You were outside with the sun beaming down giving him an almost angelic appearance. “I was going to have a party at my place since my parents are gone anyways. You wanna come? You could take Bunny and her boyfriend, Eddie was it?”

“Yeah,” although it wasn’t Eddie’s scene you knew Bunny would likely drag him along if she was interested. You run your lips together before smiling “I’d like that.”

“Steve Harrington!” The loud voice booms and you close your eyes keeping back a groan.

God damnit Billy Hargrove I swear if you mess this up for me. 

Steve turned his head to look at Billy, body tensing “yeah it’s me. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“King Steve! I’ve heard so much about you,” Billy smiled but his tone was anything but friendly as he slapped his arm against Steve’s back. 

You roll your eyes “take it to the locker room why don’t you and leave me the hell alone Billy.”

“Is it that bad to just want to talk?” He asked innocently. 

“You heard the girl,” Steve said with a glare that could kill a man.

You looked at Steve and sighed “you go on, I’ll call you later.”

Steve glared at Billy as he walked by “call me when you get back to your house.” It was a sweet gesture but you knew it was a threat to Billy that he ignored.

“Y/n,” his silky voice spoke, making you groan when Steve was out of earshot “have you been avoiding me?”

“Awww look he’s smart, putting two and two together finally?” You turned to him clearly not interested in his bullshit. 

He smiled wildly when you noticed he held a cigarette between his lips “oh but it’s hard to forget about you, the absence of beauty is heavy on my heart.”

“Listen,” you turn to him and he raises his eyebrows surprised. “I know you think you’re hot shit or whatever but not every girl likes you and you’re just going to have to accept it. I'm not playing hard to get, I’m just not interested and I want you to leave me alone.”

He put his hands up defensively “alright, you’re right, I’m sorry. I’ll leave you alone.”

From the treatment of guys past you were genuinely surprised at how easily he had accepted your words. He actually did seem sorry and he took his vow seriously. The next few days you hadn’t heard from him at all. 

Instead you enjoyed your uninterrupted time after classes talking to Steve. You hated to admit it but you had a crush.

As you were leaving class on Thursday, you walked down the hall when a sight made your heart drop to your stomach. Steve was up against Nancy's locker with his lips pressed into hers. His ex you knew, as Bunny had filled you in.

Angry tears burned in your eyes as you walked past. Was it that you had misinterpreted his advances and he just wanted to be friends? You cursed at yourself for letting your guard down, brushing the back of your hand against your cheeks to wipe away the tears

As you stuff your books into your locker you grab your bag, throwing it over your shoulder. When you shut your locker you look down the hall seeing them locked in an embrace again. You thought you did your best to hide your reaction but as you glance further down the line of lockers you notice Billy looking at you, eyes melting from interest to concern. 

You blink back any anger or upset feelings brewing inside you, turning and walking quickly down the hall. 

“Hey, y/n,” Billy called out as you pushed past the crowd headed the opposite direction.

“Y/n!” He shouted. 

You reached for the metal handle on the side door, pulling it back but his strong hand slammed it shut again. 

“Listen,” Billy said and you turned to look at him. 

“What do you want, Billy? I’m really not in the fucking mood,” your eyes flashed anger at him. 

“It’s not fair that he did that to you,” he ran his fingers through his curls “in fact if you hadn’t ran off I probably would’ve punched him then and there.”

You let out a scoff you didn’t mean to, you didn’t want to admit it but his words did make you feel better. 

“And about the other day, you’re right. I need to give you space and I was a douche bag to you for not respecting that.” He paused looking outside for a moment before back at you. “I was planning on leaving you alone without saying anything but then I saw that in the hall and-“

Your sudden strange reaction caught him off guard mid-sentence as he stopped speaking. You look over your shoulder and up the school stairwell ensuring no one was watching.

“What?” He asked and as you watched his pink lips move you knew what you needed to do; to test something.

You pushed him against the old school wall with your hand to his chest. Wrapping your arms around his neck you stood on your tiptoes, losing your fingers in his hair as you pulled him down into a kiss. 

As the shock wore off he took over, pulling you close to him by your waist. His soft tongue brushed against your lips requesting an entrance as you parted them for him. His taste was addicting as it swirled a tinge of sweet tobacco. His hands explored his way ever so slightly beneath the fabric of your top.

“Hey!” A teacher yelled as your body jolted in shock, pulling away from him “save it for off school property please.”

Bright red painted your cheeks but the teacher just sounded annoyed. 

“Sure thing Ms. O'Donnell,” Billy’s lips were curved in a smirk as he ran his tongue over his lips. 

You rolled your eyes pushing open the side door and stepping out into the cool air. You could hear his footsteps trailing behind you as you walked but you didn’t turn around. 

“Would you stop running from me, please?” He seemed to growl low in his throat as you turned to look at him. “I think we should talk,” words you didn’t expect him to say.

You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before turning to look at him. He stood behind you, hands in his pockets and you weren’t sure if you trusted the compassionate look in his eyes. 

“What, Billy?” You sighed looking around “Look, I’ve heard the stories about you. It’s not exactly a secret that you have one night stands with whatever pretty little thing you lay your eyes on. Frankly, I’m not interested.”

“I was like that. You’re right. And normally I’d be down for that kind of thing. Since I met you though, you’re different.” He hesitated looking into the distance “ever since I saw you in that cafeteria I can’t stop thinking about you. Every day, every night. You’re always on my mind.”

The cool breeze seemed to suck the air out of your lungs as your lips parted in a gasp.

Part 2

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Teenage Dirtbag - Eddie Munson

A/N: well, this keeps on working so far 😂😂😂 here's Eddie's story! and then is full Marauders, James, then Remus, and then Sirius! I hope you guys like it!

Request - lunamadhatter99 asked: I do have a request, my friend! I'm so happy requests are open😍 Anyway: Henderson!Reader x either Steve or Eddie (whoever works better for you), where the reader is very quiet, not necessarily shy, but still. She's targeted by the jocks too because she's the "loser" sister, you know, and maybe one day, one of their pranks went too far and she's very upset about it (maybe is the process a special possession of hers). Every time she gets bullied, Steve/Eddie helps her comfort her, especially because she doesn't want to tell his little brother, who thinks she is friends with them... does it make sense? I don't know, I'm sorry 😂👋

Warnings: mentions of sex; Billy being an asshole (also, this is kinda between s3 and 4 and Billy didn't die so Jason and Andy are his dumb friends I hope this makes sense) reader is kind of mean to Dustin (not really, she's just grumpy and a loner instead of shy, kind of like Kat in 10TIHAY)

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things :) gif isn’t mine :D  

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Teenage Dirtbag

'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby Listen to Iron Maiden, baby, with me, ooh

“DUSTIN! Hurry up! Steve is gonna be here any second! We’re gonna be late!” you smashed your hand against the bathroom door, yelling for your brother to get ready. You had been feeling anxious all day. Something inside you told you that today might not be a good day and, as much as you tried not to, you took it out on Dustin.

“I’m coming! Geez, calm down!”

You rolled your eyes and walked over to the kitchen to finish your coffee and wash the dishes but you tripped over a bag full of garbage.

“Ugh! Dustin!” you yelled as he walked over to you.

“What? What did I do now?”

“The trash is your chore” you complained, grabbing the bag and handing it to him. “When I say take out the trash, I mean outside of the house. To the trashcan!”

“Maybe you can show me for next time” he laughed.

“Maybe I can give your Nintendo to goodwill” you smirked back, erasing the smirk off his face.

“Fine, sorry” he said, grabbing the bag and going outside.

“Let’s go!” you said as soon as you heard Steve’s car parking on your driveway.

“Wait, where’s lunch?”

“Oh, shit!” you said, grabbing some of the money you left near the door in case Dustin needed to order food. “Here” you said, grabbing $10 for yourself and giving Dustin $5.

“Why do you get $10 and I get $5?” Dustin complained.

“Take out the freaking trash!” you replied, mocking his exact same tone.

“Good morning, Hendersons!” Steve smiled as you got in the front and Dustin got in the back.

“Thanks for the ride, Steve” you said. “Robin still out of town?” you asked, confused to not see her there already.

“Yeah, she’s coming back next week-”

“Why are we even going this early? School doesn’t start for another hour!” Dustin asked on the ride to school. “And why do you always ride shotgun?”

“Because I’m Steve’s favorite Henderson” you smirked. “And Steve has an early shift, so I wasn’t going to make him wait for us” you explained. “Plus, I have to get together with Nancy for something about the school paper” you informed him.

“Well, I could have taken my bike-”

“Just say thank you, Dustin!”

“Thank you” he said, rolling his eyes a little.

“Hey, aren’t those your old friends?” Dustin asked as Steve drove into the parking lot. You looked to where he was pointing to see the basketball players hanging outside the school with some of the cheerleaders.

“No” both you and Steve replied at the same time.

“Are you sure?” Dustin asked, confused. He recognized some of them, although he had noticed you never talked to them anymore.

“I’m sure” you said, rolling your eyes. “Just… stay away from them, okay?”

“Okay” he said, unconvinced. “Um, are we having movie night?” he asked Steve.

“Yeah, my house” he nodded.

“Cool. I think we’re going to Mike’s after school, so I’ll see you there” he told them.

“Okay” you nodded. Dustin started opening his door but you stopped him. “Dusty” you said, making him look confused at you. You rarely called him that anymore. “Nothing… I’ll see you at Steve’s” you told him and he nodded before he got out.

You saw him make his way over to Mike, Will, Lucas, Max, and El and you heard him complain about you and all of them saying how you used to be fun and happy all the time. You let out a sigh of frustration, throwing your head back on the chair.

“You know, you could just… tell him” Steve shrugged.

“I’m good” you told him.

“Dustin’s just worried about you” he insisted. “And to be honest, so am I-”

“Harrington, I know my brother’s your best friend now-”

“That’s not true” he glared at you.

“But you were my friend first and you promised we wouldn’t discuss this with Dustin” you told him.

“I’m just… a little confused, okay? Why did you all of the sudden stop hanging out with them like, what, a year ago?”

“You did too!” you argued.

“Well, yeah, because they’re assholes-”

“Exactly” you told him.

“But, now you’re here alone, because I graduated, I just don’t want you to be alone-”

“I’m fine on my own” you shrugged. “Plus… Eddie’s my friend-”

“Oh, right… Munson. That’s another thing. I know something happened last Halloween, okay? You mysteriously stop hanging out with all of our friends, you started wearing darker clothes, darker makeup and you start hanging around with Eddie, the freak, Munson-”

“I told you to stop calling him that” you glared at him.

“Which you also hide from Dustin-”

“Well, I just don’t want him to think that the only reason he and his friends are in Hellfire is because I asked Eddie to look after them-”

“But you did-”

“Steve, it is too early in the morning to have this discussion” you said, rubbing your temple.

“Fine… I’ll drop it” he said. “For now” he added, making you glare at him a little. “You working today?”

“No, it’s my day off” you informed him.

“Cool, want me to pick you up after work?”

“You sure it’s not too much trouble?”

“Nah, you’re my favorite Henderson after all” he smirked.

“I knew it!” you said, kissing his cheek before you opened the door. “See you later, Stevie” you said.

“Have a good day, kid” he waved at you.

He noticed you walking close to the group of jocks and they yelled something at you but you simply flipped them off and kept walking. Steve felt a bit uneasy about it but decided he would ask you about it when he picked you up. Sooner or later, you had to talk to him.

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“Hey, princess” you felt a small smile, trying to contain the butterflies you felt in your stomach when you heard that voice. You turned around to see Eddie smiling at you.

“Munson, I thought you were standing me up today” you said as he sat at your usual table in the woods, past the bleachers.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, love” he said, sitting in front of you. “What do you got for me today?”

“I forgot to make lunch, so I had to grab something from the vending machine” you said, putting your cigarette out. “So, pretzels, or Reeses Pieces?”

“You just… happened to pick my two favorite things?” he smirked. “If I didn’t know any better, Henderson, I would think you like me” he mocked you.

“Uh-huh, is that a peanut butter and jelly sandwich? And two cokes?” your sked, looking at his bag.

“Grape jelly. Your favorite” he winked at you.

“Huh, if I didn’t know any better, Munson, I would think you like me” you returned the smirk.

“Wanna split it?” he asked and you nodded as you split the three things between the two of you. “So, what are you working on?” he asked, about to grab your sketchbook.

“Nothing!” you quickly said, putting it away before he could get it.

“Oh, that doesn’t sound suspicious at all” he mocked you. “Come on, show me!”

“It’s just… a work in progress” you told him. “It’s not finished yet” you insisted.

“Fine, be all mysterious” he chuckled. “Hey, did you get new colored pencils?” he asked, grabbing one of them.

“Oh, um… y-yeah” you said nervously. “There was a discount at the store where I work and-”

“Really?” he raised his eyebrow at you. “Or were your old ones… broken?”

“Um… there may have been an… incident-”

“Who?” he asked, his tone turning angry.

“It doesn’t matter, Eddie-”

“Yes, it does! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I don’t want you to get into a fight and not graduate with me this year” you told him, making him laugh just barely. “Look, it’s fine. I really did get a discount and…” you said, looking through your bag. “I got markers too” you smiled brightly at him. “Look!”

You stood from your place and sat down on the table with your feet on the bench next to Eddie. You grabbed his hand and placed it on your knee, which was not an uncommon thing for you to do whenever you drew something on him but he felt his cheeks blushing. You quickly drew a small doodle of the Hellfire symbol using different colors and you smiled when you were done, showing it to him. Eddie rarely get to see that smile on you and he loved it when it happened.

“Holy shit!” he smiled, looking down at his hand. It looked cooler than the one in his shirt.

“Do you like it?” you asked, bashfully.

“I love it, princess! This is amazing!” he said, looking back at you. “You’re amazing” he smiled.

“Um, thanks” you said, looking down at his hand and feeling your cheeks burn. You could not ignore the butterflies in your stomach any longer. You grabbed his hand and stroked your thumb against your new drawing. “Uh, a-actually, what I didn’t want to show you is um… kind of… a surprise…” you admitted, not facing him.

You saw Eddie’s hand untangle from yours and make its way up to your chin, lifting your head gently and making you look into his beautiful, chocolate-brown eyes.

“A surprise?” he asked, smiling brightly. You simply nodded, unable to form any words by the way he was looking at you. “What is it?”

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise!” you chuckled. “I just want to finish it before I show it to you” you told him.

“Okay, fine” he said, as his hand suddenly found its way back to yours and you started playing with his rings. “But… you promise you’ll show it to me when it’s done?”

“I promise. I mean, it’s kind of… for you” you told him.

“Really?” he asked, and you nodded.

“Yeah, it’s kind of… a thank you” you admitted. “For everything” you added. “Even for my brother and his friends. Thanks for letting them in Hellfire” you told him. “I know they're a bit weird but… I love them and I'm happy they found someone like you” you said.

“My pleasure, princess” he told you. “They’re cool kids” he chuckled. “Especially Dustin” he added. “Although he keeps asking me why I always have different doodles all over me” he chuckled.

“Yeah, he’s pretty smart” you laughed too. “I don’t think it’ll be long before he realizes about us” you said, without really thinking. “I m-mean uh-”

“Us?” Eddie smirked. “And exactly what would he realize?” he asked, getting up and towering a little over you, placing his hands on both your sides. “That we’re friends?” he asked, with the same smirk still plastered on his face.

“Y-yeah, I guess” you said innocently.

“Would he mind?”

“Um- I don’t think so, I just… don’t want him to think that you’re only his friend b-because of me” you explained.

“Oh, he wouldn’t think that” he assured you, as he gently brushed your hair away from your face. “And… what if he thinks there’s something else between us?”

“Is there?” you asked, as you felt him getting closer. And then the bell rang. The stupid bell rang. “Fuck!”

“Ignore that” he pleaded.

“No! We have a Math test” you said, pushing him away and gathering all of your things. “I told you, Eddie, you’re graduating this year, with me. Let’s go!” you threatened him.

“You’re killing me, sweetheart” he said, as you pulled him with you but he was stronger and he pulled you back. “To be continued?” he smirked.

For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, you smiled. It was a different smile, one that you didn’t think you had in you anymore and you could see Eddie noticed it. You leaned in and kissed his cheek.

“To be continued, Munson” you said, before you started pulling him towards the school despite his protests.

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You were waiting in the parking lot for Steve. As much as you wanted, you were not able to be with Eddie alone the rest of the day. You were hoping to catch him at the end but, as a surprise to no one, he got detention, so here you were.

“Well, if it isn’t my lucky day?”

You cursed under your breath, silently begging for Steve’s car to appear any moment now. But no such luck.

“Hargrove” you sighed. “Oh, if it isn’t Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum” you smirked at Jason and Andy, standing with Billy.

“Fancy meeting you here, babe” Billy smirked at you.

“Can’t say the same” you said, trying to walk away but he stepped in front of you. “What do you want, Hargrove?”

“See, I have a question for you” he said. “Andy here, says he saw you coming out of those woods with Eddie fucking Munson” he said, getting closer to you and making you take a step back. “Is that true?”

“I fail to see how that’s any of your business, really” you glared at him.

“Well, for starters, I think Munson can do better” he said, making Andy and Jason laugh.

“Lovely” you rolled your eyes, trying to walk away again but they blocked your way.

“Aw, did I strike a nerve there? Do you have a crush on Munson?” he mocked you.

“Just, leave me alone, Billy-” you said, trying to leave but, you felt your sketchbook being taken from you.

“Oh, what is this?” Jason asked, opening the sketchbook. “Do you write your love letters to that freak here?” he laughed.

“Give that back!” you said, trying to get it back from him.

“Oh, it’s even better than that!” he said, showing your sketches to Billy and Andy who started laughing.

“Give me that!” you said as he tossed it to Billy.

“Looks like you’re a bit obsessed with him, babe” he said, looking at your drawings. “I’m guessing you wouldn’t want anything to happen to this, would you?” he said, tearing a few pages apart.

“Billy, give it back!” you yelled, but he pushed you back, making you fall to the ground, your hands aching when they hit the pavement.

“Whoops, clumsy me” he said, tossing your sketchbook on a nearby water puddle.

“Stop it!” you said, getting up and trying to get to it but Andy pushed you away.

“HEY! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?”

“You want something, freak?” Jason yelled, smirking.

“Oh, speak of the devil” Billy smirked as Eddie approached all of you.

“Get the fuck away from her” he said, making his way over to Billy.

“Why don’t you keep walking and mind your business, freak?”

“You know, I gotta say, even for you, it’s pretty low, three guys against one girl” he smirked, erasing Billy’s.

“You really think it’s worth it? Standing up for that slut-?”

Before Billy could go on, Eddie quickly punched him in the face.

“Eddie!”

“You’re dead, freak!” Jason said, punching Eddie back while Billy got up, laughing.

“Looks, like you got some fire in you, Munson!” he yelled before he punched him too.

“Eddie!” you yelled, trying to get to him but Andy stopped you. “Stop it!”

“You having fun, Munson?” Billy smirked as he landed punches on Eddie before he grabbed him by his jacket. “No one tells me what to do!” he said before he pushed him to the ground again. He then threw himself at Eddie and started landing punch after punch, like a madman. The last time you had seen Billy like this was when he fought Steve and it shook you to your core.

“STOP IT! BILLY, STOP!”

“You really think you traded up, babe?” he smirked, looking at you. “He’s even worse than Harrington!”

“STOP IT, PLEASE!” you said, as tears started welling up in your eyes.

“Aw, you gonna cry, princess?” he said, mocking Eddie’s voice with the last word.

As if your prayers were finally answered, a car reeled in front of you, almost hitting Jason.

“What the fuck, Harrington?” he asked as Steve got out of the car.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

“Come join the party, Harrington” Billy smirked at him, finally letting go of Eddie. “Ready for round two?”

“Yeah, let me just get my friend here” Steve smirked, grabbing his bat out.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Andy said, letting go of you, and slowly walking away with Jason. You quickly ran over to Eddie, pushing Billy aside.

“Ready to go, Hargrove?” Steve said, walking closer to him as he and the other two stepped away.

“You know what? She’s not even fucking worth it” Billy said, throwing one last glare at you. “Let’s just go” he told Jason and Andy as they walked away.

“Eddie! Oh my God, Eddie! Can you hear me?”

“Do I have a concussion or did King Steve Harrington just save my ass?”

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“Ouch!”

“Sorry, I’m sorry” you apologized, taking the cotton ball away.

You were now in Steve’s kitchen, cleaning Eddie up. You carefully pulled his hair up in a messy bun with your scrunchie so you could see him better. You placed your hand softly on his cheek and your heart broke seeing a big purple bruise printed on his left eye. He looked at you with his huge, deep brown puppy eyes and you had to take a deep breath to not lose it right there because you knew he needed you.

“You okay?” Eddie asked, worriedly.

“M-me? You’re asking if I’m okay? Eddie, Billy and Jason just beat the shit out of you, and you’re asking if I’m okay?”

“First of all, I’d like to think that I handled that with dignity. Secondly, you fell to the ground and that idiot Andy was hurting you” he said, grabbing your hand and tracing his thumb gently on the bruises forming in your arms where Andy grabbed you.

“I’m really sorry, Eddie” you said, coming out in a whisper and tracing your thumb against the now fading drawing you made earlier on his hand. A small tear fell down your cheek and Eddie quickly wiped it away before he cupped your cheek.

“Princess, you have nothing to be sorry for” he assured you.

“Yes, I do! You wouldn’t have gotten hurt if it wasn’t for me” you insisted.

“Hey” he said, pulling you closer to him. “I would do it all over again, love” he smiled at you.

“Hey, man” Steve said, coming into the kitchen and making you and Eddie jump apart. “Uh, sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I got some clean clothes for you” he said offering Eddie a shirt and some sweatpants.

“Thanks, man” Eddie smiled, grabbing the clothes from him. “I’m uh- gonna go change and I’ll get out of your way-”

“We’re having movie night” Steve blurted out of the sudden. “We’re ordering pizza and Dustin, Mike, and the rest are coming over. If you’d like to stay” he offered.

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to intrude, man-”

“You’re not intruding. It’s the least I can do after you got hit for me” you told him.

“You keep bruising my ego, Henderson” he smirked at you. “What are we watching?” Eddie asked, interested.

“Gremlins” you told him.

“Seriously?” he asked, raising his eyebrow at Steve.

“Don’t look at me, man. It was her turn to choose the movie!” he said pointing at you.

“Shut up, you two. Gremlins is an awesome movie!”

“Isn’t that what you call your brother and his friends?” Eddie laughed. “I didn’t know that was your favorite movie, princess” he said. “Well, how can I say no to that masterpiece and pizza, I really can’t” he said, leaving the kitchen.

“So…” Steve started.

“So?”

“Are we going to talk about what happened today or are we just going to pretend nothing happened?”

“What do you want me to say?”

“Well, you can choose between telling me why your sketchbook has smudgy drawings of Eddie” he said, opening your wet, torn, destroyed sketchbook. “Or why Hargrove and his friends were beating the shit out of him in the parking lot” he added.

“Steve, I don’t want to talk about it-”

“Well, tough. Look, we’ve been friends for a very long time now. I told you why I stopped talking to Tommy and Carol and all of our friends but you never told me why you did and somehow Munson knows!” he argued. “I get that you don’t tell Dustin everything because you want to protect him but what is so horrible that you couldn’t tell me?”

“You don’t want to know-”

“Yes, I do! You’re my best friend! You can tell me anything!”

“You’re gonna hate me!”

“What? No! I swear, okay? Nothing you say will make me hate you! We’ve been through enough shit that you should know that already-”

“I slept with Billy!” you blurted out.

“W-what?” Steve asked, hoping he hadn’t heard you right.

“What?” another voice asked, from another side of the kitchen. Dustin.

“Oh, you have to be fucking kidding me!” you said, feeling like you were going to throw up. “What are you doing here?”

“We all just got here, I was looking for you” he said, walking closer to you and Steve. “You slept with Billy Hargrove, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Dustin!” Steve warned.

“You know what? I don’t want to deal with this right now” you said, grabbing your damped sketchbook and walking out of the house to Steve’s backyard. Dustin was about to follow you but Steve stopped him.

“Look, I get that you’re upset but you’re not going out there if you’re only going to upset your sister more. She had a hard day-”

“Well, how would I know that, Steve? She doesn’t talk to me!”

“What’s with all the yelling?” Eddie said, coming back into the kitchen.

“Eddie? What are you doing here?” Dustin asked confused. “What the fuck happened to you?”

“Uh- I am…” he looked at Steve, unsure as to what to say.

“Okay, what the fuck is going on? And what are you two and my sister hiding from me?”

“We’re not hiding anything from you. You need to calm down and we can go sort this out, okay?”

“Fine” Dustin said, unconvinced.

“You promise you won’t snap at her like you just did” Steve glared at him a little.

“Okay” he sighed, rolling his eyes. The three of them walked outside to find you sitting on one of Steve’s pool chairs. Steve and Eddie sat next to you and Dustin sat on the edge of the one you were sitting in. “Uh, hey” he said, nervously. “Um-” he continued when both Steve and Eddie glared at him. “I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier” he muttered.

“It’s fine, Dusty” you said, sitting up and hugging your legs to you.

“Look, Dustin and I are just worried about you” Steve continued. “We don’t want to push you or anything, we just… want to know what’s going on with you” he added. You looked up at Eddie and he softly nodded at you. He really wanted to hold your hand but he figured Dustin might freak out about it too.

“Um…” you took a deep breath. “Look, I know that… I’ve kind of been pulling away” you started. “And I’m sorry, it’s just…” you sighed. “It was a stupid mistake and I didn’t want either one of you to hate me” you admitted.

“What- uh, when?” Dustin stuttered. “Um, no, y-you go” he said.

“It just happened once” you informed them.

“At… last year’s Halloween party?” Steve guessed and you nodded.

“Look, I was… really drunk and, dad had just left and… mom was kind of a mess and… I don’t know, I guess I was too” you said, sadly.

“Wait, I was there that night, why didn’t you tell me anything?” Steve asked, confused.

“You had your own shit going on” you reminded him. “With Nancy” you added. “So, after you left I got drunker and… then I don’t know, Billy was just there and… it happened” you sighed. “And after I felt so awful” you told them. “When I came down I ran into Eddie and he saw I was upset” you explained. “He drove me home and… he stayed with me and he made sure I was okay” you smiled. “That’s how we became friends-”

“You two are friends?” Dustin asked. “I knew I recognized your doodles” he said, looking at the metalhead.

“Sorry I didn’t tell you” you told Dustin. “I just… didn’t want to get into the whole thing and… it’s not really the conversation you have with your little brother” you admitted.

“I get that but… we used to talk about everything” Dustin said, sadly. “We were always kind of a team and for the past year it just felt like… you hated me” he said.

“Dusty” you said, sitting closer to him and hugging him. “I could never hate you” you assured him. “I am so sorry I pushed you away, I was just… so embarrassed about what happened and, I kind of wanted to forget the whole thing and I guess that in the midst of it all I just… ended up pushing everyone away” you explained.

“So, what happened today?” Dustin asked, confused.

“Well, I was waiting for Steve to pick me up and Billy and his friends just started being idiots” you told him. “Eddie saw and tried to help me” you continued. “And then Steve got there with his bat and they went away” you told him.

“So, that’s why you tell me to stay away from them? I mean, I always knew Billy was a dick but… all of your friends?”

“Well, yeah. I told Billy that if he ever said a word about what happened to anyone, I’d tell everyone he cried like a bitch and he had a small dick” you said, making the three of them laugh a little. “And then, either I just stopped talking to them or they would stop talking to me and… it wasn’t just Billy, you know? You were right” you said, looking at Steve. “They were all just… assholes” you admitted.

“I could have told you that a long time ago” Eddie chuckled.

“You okay?” Dustin asked you.

“Yeah” you smiled. “I’m sorry… about… everything” you told him. “Both of you” you said, looking at Steve.

“Don’t worry” Dustin smiled at you. “I love you dumb-dumb” he said, putting his fist so you would bump it.

“Love you too, dumb-dumb” you smiled back and bumped his fist. “No more lies” you promised and he nodded, smiling.

“It’s fine” Steve said, getting up and kissing your head. “C’mon little Henderson, let’s go set everything up” Steve said, patting Dustin on his back.

“Wait, why do I have to go?” he complained, still getting up.

“Just be nice to your sister, man, she’s been through a lot” Steve complained.

“What about me? I have been through a lot too!” he said, dramatically as they went inside, leaving you and Eddie alone.

“Hey” you smiled back at Eddie.

“Hi, princess” he said, moving over to take Dustin’s place in front of you. “How are you feeling?”

“Not so bad” you sighed. “I still would have preferred not to discuss my sex life with my little brother but… it is what it is” you chuckled.

“Sorry about your sketchbook, love” he said, looking at it on the floor.

“It’s okay” you sighed, going through the damped pages. “It just… might take me a little longer to finish your surprise now” you said, sadly.

“Wait, is that… is that me?” he asked, feeling his heart flutter.

“It… was supposed to be” you told him. “I mean, your D&D character” you muttered. “I… wanted to um… I was trying to get it right and I thought you m-might like it-”

“It’s perfect, princess” he smiled at you.

“It’s ruined, Eddie” you chuckled.

“Well, then I guess I need to get you another sketchbook, love” he said, grabbing it from you.

“You don’t have to get me one, Eddie” you smiled as he scootched closer to you.

“Jesus, Henderson would you just let me do something nice for you” he smiled, cupping your cheek with his hand.

“You do nothing but nice things for me, Munson” you smiled.

“What can I say? You bring out the best in me, sweetheart” he smiled back.

“Well, in that case, maybe you can do one more nice thing for me” you said, pulling him by his shirt, well, Steve’s shirt and he pulled you gently, brushing his thumb against your cheek.

“Gladly, princess” he said, smiling before he finally connected his lips with yours. He felt you smiling against his lips as you started deepening the kiss before you were rudely interrupted.

“Hey guys, pizza’s here- what the fuck?” you jumped apart when you heard Dustin’s voice again, with Lucas, Will, and Max standing next to him, trying not to laugh. “You two are together? I thought there were no more lies!”

“Would you believe me that this literally just happened, Henderson?” 

The End

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A/N: hope you loves liked it! :D

[charliedawn]

Slashers meeting a new nurse who has dwarfism? They are hella insecure and like always silently observing everyone and everything but it’s obvious they enjoy their job. Also the slashers notice how they don’t have nails or long ones atleast and they are always red (biting their nails a lot because of anxiety). (Main slashers being father Paul, the sinclairs, Norman, and whatever other slashers you think you should or want to add) again I understand if you’re not comfortable on writing this topic or just can’t in general. Thank you sm Charlie!

WARNING: mention of dwarfism.

Vincent Sinclair:

Fairy ?

Vincent never saw a person who has dwarfism before and would be curious. He’d follow you around and take pictures of you.

He would also pick you up in his arms and whenever you wanna bite your fingers—he’s squeeze you and not let you go.

Vincent would be a sunshine.

But, he would also have no clue if what he says or do would be taken as offensive to you.

Vincent is also rather blunt and could also touch you and compare your arms or hands to see just how different yours are from his.

Bo Sinclair:

"Come on, shortie. Try to keep up."

Bo would—without a doubt—tease you.

He would purposely go faster just to see you run after him. He’d also put things out of your reach just to annoy you. He’s an asshat.

He would also carry you because…WHY THE HECK NOT ?! 😂

Bo *walking around with his arm around you—carrying you*

Lester : "…Bo. Maybe you should…hum…Leave them alone ?"

Bo : "Yeah ? How about you mind your own beeswax ?"

Lester Sinclair:

Lester would be happy to meet you and take you trash hunting with him. He’d give you everything nice he finds.

He’d talk to you about anything and be happy just to have a little bit of attention.

He’d take you fishing and hunting. He’d also show you the best places in the forest.

He’d also make sure you always feel good with him because he is a really nervous guy as well, so he’d immediately notice if you are frustrated or upset.

He’d also be very happy to have you next to him in his truck and just hold your hand when either of you is feeling down so you can support him each other (because he certainly won’t find emotional support with Bo or Vincent. 😂)

Norman Bates:

Norman is rather tall.

He would have to lean down to talk to you and as he is also very quiet, he’d be the expert in creeping behind you to look over your shoulder.

He’d also bend down to wrap his arms around you respectfully without carrying you up because he would never do anything that you would find uncomfortable.

He would however maybe have back pain at the end of the day—but worth it.

He would also prepare you tea and biscuits whenever he sees that you are about to have a breakdown or are biting your fingers.

Norman used to bite his nails when he was younger and his mother used to bake cookies for him when it happened.

Father Paul:

Father Paul is an anxious man himself. He just hides it better than most. He would immediately know when you are about to break down and either hug you or hold your hands so you won’t bite your nails.

"Y/N. Please. Stop. Do not damage the body god gave you. It is too beautiful."

You glared at him and seethed.

"If god gave me that body, then he is a bad god."

His eyes widened and he smiled sadly before slowly stroking your cheek.

"What are you talking about ? I see you in front of me and you are just beautiful, Y/N. God was good when he created you, because he made our paths cross. He is good. And if you ever think like that again ? Remember that I am proud of you."

You started crying when he told you that and he held you as you tried to calm down. The priest kissed your forehead and started rocking you back and forth to soothe you.

[tmntxthings]

Hey there! You already know I love love LOVE your writing. I never really have ideas to make requests but I feel like you’d really make this one special 🥺 Whenever you can get to it, I’d love a sort of Rise Leo x female insomniac reader type thing.

I’m an incredibly light and anxious sleeper and being woken up by the littlest thing at 3 AM like a phone notification or noise/talking right outside my door–or literally just not being able to stay asleep–and then not being able to fall back asleep no matter what despite being exhausted is the most frustrating thing… And when I say frustrating I really do sometimes mean like, tears in my eyes, pull my hair out, feeling the most untapped anger at a whole night of sleep being ruined by one lil thing, lol

I was wondering how you think Leo would help coax a restless sleeper back to a peaceful slumber with him? Ig it doesn’t hurt he’s such an insomniac too 😂

Ultimately however you want to do this is up to you of course! Thanks for inspiring a fellow writer 😄💚

Dreamscape

author’s note: i recently couldn’t fall asleep so this was pretty fun to write <3 i hope you enjoy

warnings: fluff, insomnia, crack, established relationship, unedited

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And then, after sweeping her off of her feet, portaling us both into the lair, I’ll place her back down. Dip my totally unnecessary yet necessary sunglasses for heart fluttering effects and then pull back the curtain to my humble abode. Then-

“Whatcha writing?” Michelangelo was a tad too close and Leonardo had been so consumed in said writing that he hadn’t heard his little brother approach. “What writing?!” Leo squawked as he crumbled up the paper as fast as possible. He was up standing and leaning against his desk, desperately trying to seem nonchalant. Mikey gave him a once over, one brow bone raising.

“Okay you got me. I was journaling my thoughts like you suggested!” Leo spoke quietly, and lied smoothly. There was no way he was letting any of his brothers, yes even darling Angelo, know that he was planning a sleepover. No one could know. “Really?!” Mikey beamed, happy to hear his advice being followed. “Really really!” Leo cheesed, a smidge of guilt finding its way in as Mikey gave him a thumbs up and encouraged him to continue. “If you ever want to take it to the next step just let me know! We can talk about what you write down if you feel comfortable!!” With that Mikey departed, a skip in his step.

Leo counted down to five, then to ten just to be safe. And wouldn’t you know it at second seven Mikey peered his head through the curtains. “Yes?” Leo said, it was his turn to raise a brow bone. “Pizza later? We gotta do the rock-paper-scissors ritual to see who has to go pick it up.” Leo replied swiftly, “I’ll be there just uh- shoot me a text or something. I might be too concentrated on my writing again!~” with that Mikey gave a tiny salute and disappeared behind the curtain once more.

Another ten second countdown and Leo finally allowed himself to crash into his chair. “Too close…” he murmured to himself as he shook his head. His fist unfurled and a ball of paper revealed itself. He uncrumbled it as best he could, smoothing it out with his hand until the crinkles were bearable. “Now where was I?” Pencil in his three fingered hand, he tapped his chin with the eraser as he read over what was already written. For the life of him he couldn’t continue the thought and it frustrated him so much that the paper was crumbled and thrown into the trash bin next to his desk.

Screw it! He was better coming up with stuff on the fly anyways. What was the point in micromanaging like someone he knew when the unexpected was bound to happen. After tidying up his room, reading a comic or two, eating a slice or four from the pizza he didn’t have to go pick up (Leo losing? Hah unheard of!), he finally got the text he had been waiting all night for.

I think I’m ready! Portal in on the roof <3 -Y/n💙

Already there ;3 -LeontheGreatest

You had been in the middle of typing back a snarky reply when you saw a blue flash from your peripheral. You stopped typing and put your phone away as you turned to see him, in a grand pose of course. “Your portal awaits!” He smiled. “Well hiya Lee, nice to see you too, how was your day?” You mused as you strolled his way, being taken by complete surprise as he lifted you up, sleepover bag and all, bridal style. “Oh Y/n, we know each other too well for such pleasantries! But if I must, Hi beautiful~ how boring was your day without me?” Leo walked into the portal and the next second he was back in his room. Ack?! It was supposed to portal him right outside of his room!

He suppressed a groan, somewhat dismayed that he couldn’t do his grand reveal like he had thought up. “Just as you said, it dragged by! You can put me down now you goof!” You laughed, taking in his room for the first time in person. “Yeah I had a whole, outfit and grand entrance planned but tada! Welcome to my humble abode.” He gave you jazz hands. “Your portal entrance was grand enough” you smiled sweetly, he couldn’t let go of all the theatrics for even a moment!

He was giving you a detailed room tour, though you had to remind him he didn’t have to show you every single comic he had collected since mutation. The two of you settled onto his bed, talking more in depth about the day or anything else that crossed both your minds. The night carried on like usual, the only difference being that this sleepover was at his place instead of yours. Movie after movie, silly jokes, tiktok showcasing, shared snacks. It was perfect. Leo let out a yawn and a minute later you caught it too. “Should we call it a night?” He asked already reaching over to flick off the strung up lights. “We can try, I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep just yet,” you sighed and Leo gave you a knowing nod.

He knew it took you quite some time to fall asleep, and then be able to stay that way was an even harder challenge. He could relate, he probably had a sleeping disorder with how irregular he passed out. “No harm in trying, come here,” he opened up his arms for you to snuggle up under the covers with him. Once situated he was pressing soft kisses into your temple, murmuring how happy he was that you came over, saying how pretty you were, he considered himself a lucky turtle. As sweet as he was being, it didn’t help your case with trying to sleep, you were a blushing mess, heart pounding at his sugary words.

You turned in his embrace, and he looked down into your eyes. “Leo!” You half whined, and he chuckled kissing your lips this time before saying, “Right right, sleep time!” His chin nuzzled the top of your head as you pressed a cheek into his plastron. It wasn’t complete silence since you were so close you could hear every breath he took, but the steady rhythm helped you relax and you slipped into a light sleep.

You woke up an hour later, surprised to have fallen asleep so quickly, but the astonishment was dashed when you realized quite quickly you weren’t falling back asleep. It was getting kind of stuffy pressed against Leo now so you tried to pull away without waking him. You stuck one leg out of the covers trying to cool down. You turned so you were lying on your back. Then you tried your stomach. Nothing was working and you felt time dragging on. The night had been perfect and why did your insomnia have to come and ruin it?!

You took in a deep breath, trying not to get too frustrated as you tried other remedies. Breathing in and out deeply. Letting your thoughts wander. Coming up with random scenarios. Trying to remember fuzzy dreams. Counting sheep for pete’s sake! Your breathing hitched as you looked over to Leo, you didn’t want to wake him, but maybe it was just better to go home. No! You shook your head and the hot tears started to fall. You covered your mouth with a shaky hand, blinking rapidly to get rid of the tears.

“Y/n?” Leo murmured, feeling the empty space where you had been cuddled next to him. You didn’t think you were ready to talk yet, in fact you were pretty certain you’d sob out his name. His eyes opened at your silence, and then he was quickly sitting up when he saw your body shake from quietly crying. “What’s wrong hermano?” His hands went out petting your hair and then rubbing those salty tears away. “Sorry Leo I’m just so frustrated,” you managed to get out. The tears didn’t seem like they were stopping despite his efforts.

He waited for you to explain, not wanting to assume. Leo hoped he hadn’t woken you somehow. “I was sleeping just fine but, n-now I can’t get back to sleep. I tried everything, I even took melatonin before coming here!” You blew out a breath. Utterly exhausted having gotten so worked up emotionally yet sleep still evaded you. “Lemme help, I got you to sleep before didn’t I?” Your eyes were big and glassy, the tears subsiding finally. You nodded and wondered what he would try, you really had tried everything!

“Do you wanna cuddle or is it too hot?” He asked gently, not wanting to crowd you since you had moved away. “It’s a little hot,” you confessed meekly, so instead of pulling you to him, Leo reached out his hand, finding yours and started to rub his thumb over the top soothingly. It felt nice, you closed your eyes wondering if this might work. But it didn’t stop there, Leo started to sing, he had a beautiful voice, you always thought it was quite funny he wanted to be the guitarist in the band with his brothers.

The words melted into him just humming. You gravitated just a tad closer to Leo, getting comfortable once more, his thumb still rubbing shapes into your skin. It didn’t happen instantly but you fell asleep and Leo couldn’t help his smile. Twice in one night, he was on a roll! Maybe he could be your new melatonin. His thumb spelled out, i-love-you before he finally drew his hand back. He hoped you would be able to sleep throughout the rest of the night, but even if you woke up again, or multiple times more, he’d help you go back to sleep. <3