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Uchusen Vol.189 (Summer 2025) No.1 Sentai Gozyuger | Detail of Super Sentai ft. Kimura Kaiki & Karuma Interviews (pages and translations below)

Publication: July 1, 2025

Kimura Kaiki (Kumade Mashiro)

"When did your audition for Kumade Mashiro take place?"

Kimura: The results arrived around last Fall. The audition itself was even earlier than that, as I did it at the same time as the other members.

"Did you also find out at the same time who the five Gozyugers were going to be?"

Kimura: The only thing I could be told was that I had been chosen. That's why when information was first being officially released, I knew almost nothing, and learned about them at the same time as all the fans. When I found out I was like, "Ah, so these are the five people they decided on. This guy's Red, and that guy's Blue……," but since information on me was still being withheld, I couldn't tell anyone, so I was just secretly excited about it (laughs).

"So then, were you able to communicate with the other Gozyuger members from early on?"

Kimura: We were always together until the final audition, so we were kinda acquainted with each other, but I had virtually zero communication with them up until I entered the set. When I arrived at the set for costume fitting, it felt as if I was saying, "It's been awhile" when I introduced myself to them. I hadn't seen everyone since the final audition, so it had been about 3-4 months. From the time I was informed of my acceptance to the start of filming felt like a very long time, but the time I've spent since I first arrived has really flown by, and it's been very fulfilling.

"The atmosphere on set is also very good, isn't it?"

Kimura: It's natural for everyone to be together, as we get along well. After filming ends, we sometimes go out to eat a meal with those who have free time, and we'll talk all night not only about the production, but also about a variety of other things. Everyone naturally has moments where they trip up on set, but those who have the time to spare will follow up with them, so it's not just that we get along well, but there's also a feeling that we're all in this together. Our relationship is exactly like that of the Gozyugers. I think we're able to work well together, as we maintain a good distance and help each other out, and just like in the show, each and every one of us are aiming to become Number One as actors, so I hope we continue to learn from each other.

"What was your first impression of Kumade Mashiro?"

Kimura: First, I read the script, where I was pretty shocked by how intense his character was (laughs). When I thought that the viewers should be shocked in the same way I was when I read the script, I felt pressure and excitement that "I was going to be playing this kind of role." These two feelings struck me simultaneously. That's why I had been looking forward to my first day for such a long time.

"He demands money immediately and has an unusual personality, so we were alittle worried that children might not like him (laughs)."

Kimura: He's always full of himself and is a rather peculiar character (laughs). The same goes for the fact that he charges money as soon as something happens, but if you're looking at just those scenes alone, his character becomes easily misunderstood. In reality however, he had alot going on in his past, and he's got his reasons for charging money. These parts regarding the, "This is the kind of life he's led, and this is the kind of person he's become" will gradually be explored more. I'm still in the process of understanding him as I perform, so in that sense I'm just like the viewers. I hope to enjoy watching the show with everyone, and am curious to see their reactions. And then on the flip side, I'm reading the script while thinking about how to show off Kumade Mashiro's cute side. For example, there's a scene in episode 17 where he's very kind to a child, and in episode 19, he eats honey in a way where he looks incredibly satisfied. Just being able to get the message across that he loves honey is amusing, and I try to be conscious of acting in a way that contrasts his character when expressing aspects like that.

"His costume is also pretty distinct."

Kimura: I thought, "This is new" when I was flapping his flashy coat around (laughs). To be honest, coats like these tend to wrinkle quite easily, so I have to be very careful when wearing it on set.

"What do you particularly like about your character?"

Kimura: Well……I guess it'd be that I can't immediately grasp what he's thinking. Kumade Mashiro has a unique and considerate way of thinking that normal people can't understand, and I think that's deep. He's also incredibly big hearted and open minded, and that's something I'd like to emulate as an actor. And, it's also interesting seeing how he can instantly detect the emotions and situation concerning the person in front of him. There's a scene where he immediately notices that Hoeru's losing hope, and it's because he has this ability to sense other people's emotions that he notices things faster than anyone else, and acts with a different thought process than other people. I like that about him too.

"He's a mysterious character who can tell when Kuon's getting impatient, is able to read people, and seems to be able to see through everything."

Kimura: I'm playing the role while thinking that these are abilities unique to him, but if he could see everything at a glance, like it was some kind of special ability, I feel like that wouldn't be as interesting as it sounds. That's why, and ultimately this is just my own interpretation, but……I think he can somehow sense the "direction" of people's emotions. I can't really explain it in detail, but I think he gets alot of information just from the way someone looks and behaves, where it's like, "You're a hairdresser, aren't you?"……is what I think it feels like.

"He's positioned to shake things up within the story, including the future outcome of the battle for the rings."

Kimura: He won the previous ring battle, so that's where he's got an advantage. Mashiro uses his rings in different ways, and he's not afraid of doing things that'll make you wonder, "Is it really okay to be using them like that?," as it seems like he's following his own rule book. These differences between Mashiro and the other participants are part of his charm, so I hope fans will enjoy those aspects of him as well. In a good way, I want to betray your expectations of Mashiro, including his unexpected side, and I myself want to become excited over what Mashiro says and does. I'd like to enjoy the unpredictability that only Mashiro possesses together with everyone.

"Listening to what you've been saying, it feels like you're able to comprehend Mashiro very well, but have you faced any challenges while performing?"

Kimura: I have, that being that my personality is the complete opposite of Kumade Mashiro's (laughs). For example, Mashiro's a character who's usually very "bear like," so I can't help but become abit aggressive when I'm doing post recording. However, that alone didn't make him sound "godly," so I've been struggling to find the right balance. I initially struggled with finding the right balance between doing things gracefully and not being too godly.

"What was your first impression of GozyuPolar's design?"

Kimura: I couldn't figure out what color he'd be just from the name "GozyuPolar," so before I saw the design of the suit, the color was my first concern. When I looked at the design, I saw a white hero, which made alot of sense since he's Kumade Ma"shiro" and the coat he wears is also white. I was honestly overwhelmed by how cool he looked. After all, I'm the only person in the world who can transform into GozyuPolar. When I think about it like that, I feel really happy.

"What about GozyuPolar's Suit Actor Nakata Yuji-san?"

Kimura: He's simply the coolest (laughs). I was able to observe how Nakata-san performed on set, and he was truly amazing. I was observing while thinking about how I'd perform during post recording, but he really looks just like Kumade Mashiro. Basically, he fights using a boxing style, and when the moment is right, he unleashes his flashy moves……it's like that. I thought, "Nakata-san, you're so cool!" (laughs).

"What do you talk about on set?"

Kimura: Nakata-san told me, "Don't be hesitant about creating Mashiro's character, it's good if you go all out," but that's one of the things I'm really struggling with right now. I'd like to steadily build up my skills while receiving a variety of advice from Nakata-san on how to draw out more of Kumade Mashiro's personality.

"By the way, who came up with the transformation pose?"

Kimura: During filming of my first transformation, Action Director Fukuzawa-san was able to come up with the movements on the spot. Ultimately, the transformation is performed by pressing the button on the tip of Goodeburn's fist, so I was asked to think about the sequence of events from setting the ring to pressing the button. We worked together to finalize the plan, while also taking into consideration how to make it easy for children to imitate.

"Polar's so strong, that it seems like he could take down Tega Sword unarmed."

Kimura: There's a scene in episode 16 where Goodeburn's punch was stopped by GozyuPolar, which was also amazing. Polar's activities in that episode were really exciting, and it was so cool and moving to watch. While Mashiro's a character who says some complicated things, it'd make me happy if the first thing children honestly felt about him were, "So cool! So strong!"

"Have you met KENN-san, BearKuma50 and Goodeburn's Voice Actor?"

Kimura: One time, I had the opportunity to do my recording session before KENN-san did his, so it was the perfect time to greet him. I was able to observe KENN-san's recording and introduce myself to him afterwards, but I was grateful for the advice he gave me on doing the recording. In reality, it's like the positions Kumade and BearKuma hold are reversed (laughs). He's my senior after all, what's more, he's playing a double role with BearKuma and Goodeburn, so he's an incredible person.

"Since Mashiro works alone, BearKuma and Goodeburn are also valuable friends."

Kimura: They're his only friends and partners, aren't they? The relationship between BearKuma and Mashiro is gradually becoming clearer, and I'm eager for many more interesting interactions between the two of them in the future.

"What else do you hope for Kumade Mashiro's character at this point?"

Kimura: I hope that he'll carry out his ultimate goal of collecting all the rings and dying them in his own colors, and becoming a god that'll surpass Tega Sword. I personally believe that it's malicious to think otherwise. Still, what'll happen in the future, including the final showdown with the other Gozyugers, is really uncertain. If you start thinking about what "being Number One even means," then there's no end to it. That's why I have the same perspective as the viewers, and am really looking forward to it.

"What's your impression of Gozyuger's production as a whole?"

Kimura: I like that all of the Gozyugers have their reason for transforming and fighting. They're all aiming to become Number One, but have different courses of action, and I really like the fact that they all have pride in being outcasts. They also pilot Tega Sword one at a time. While normally everyone just does what they want in order to collect the rings for themselves, when No One's shows up, they try to save people, which I think is good. There are moments like that where they turn to face the same direction, and only in those moments do the five of them become Gozyuger. They're all acting for their own personal motives, and yet they join forces as the Gozyugers when necessary, so I like their spirit. Furthermore, I'm truly grateful to have joined such a messed up group of warriors as the strongest additional member. I'll do my best to become the most supreme being!

"Finally, please tell us some future highlights."

Kimura: Kumade Mashiro was the former contract holder of Wolf's ring, and who at one time experienced victory in the battle for the rings. I'm sure that he must've had some Gozyuger companions at that time, and in that sense, he's already experienced what Hoeru and his friends will experience in the future. This is why there's a gap between his way of thinking and Hoeru and the others, and there's dialog that only Mashiro can say. If you rewatch later on, you may discover deeper meanings hidden within his lines. I'm playing Mashiro with the belief that each and every line holds meaning, so I think you'll enjoy him even more if you take his various words and actions into consideration, and think about Kumade Mashiro's character together with me!

Karuma (Kuon)

"First, we'd like to hear how you got involved, but did you attend an audition?"

Karuma: I received a direct offer. I think it was late last Summer, when auditions for the five main actors had yet to begin. Along with the role I was set to play, his name hadn't been decided on yet.

"It was still quite early in development, huh?"

Karuma: That's right. They didn't have a name for my character yet, neither did they have the "older brother of the main character" setup, so all I had was "something like this" for my character's position and the title being "Gozyuger." From there, information was gradually added and updated.

"We think it's unusual to receive an offer so quickly for a character who's not on the leading actor's side, but we're sure they were enthusiastic about asking Karuma-san to play the role."

Karuma: I'd be happy if that's how it went. It seems that they watched a drama I was in, which was the catalyst to request me. When I was first approached, the only material they had was a 3D design of Garyudo. When my agency called me and told me that "this kind of job had come in," that was the only design they showed me, but after discussing various things with Producer Matsuura and the staff at a later date, it was decided that I'd be appearing.

"What was your first impression of Garyudo's design?"

Karuma: The moment I saw it I thought, "Huh? It's not Super Sentai, but Kamen Rider?" (laughs). I had only heard a summary of it over the phone, so I thought maybe I had misheard.

"That's true, when it comes to Sentai heroes, you'd likely imagine simpler designs."

Karuma: Yes. Or in the case of villains, I imagined he'd be more monstrous. However, when I saw it, it was so stylish and cool that I thought, "Which is it?" I didn't even really know what kind of position my character held, and initially it was unclear if he was an enemy or an ally. After that, I was shown materials alittle at a time, and while I was in the process of confirming some points that were still unclear to me, I had heard that auditions had started. By that time, I had received the news that I was "Hoeru's older brother," so I was really looking forward to seeing who'd be playing the role of my younger brother.

"By the way, do you have a favorite tokusatsu hero from when you were a child?"

Karuma: I started watching right around the time the Heisei Kamen Rider series began. For Rider, it'd be "Kuuga," "Agito," and "Ryuki," and for Super Sentai, "Gaoranger," "Hurricaneger" and "Abaranger" were without a doubt my favorites, and I also had a variety of the toys. I've always liked rival, warrior like characters since those days. I admire characters who are in the position of being the secondary Rider or dark heroes. Like Gills from Agito and AbareKiller from Abaranger.

"In that sense, this role was a perfect offer."

Karuma: I never thought that I'd be asked to be apart of the Super Sentai series, so I was happy, but it gave me a strange feeling at first. I also wondered, "Is it okay that it's me?"

"We think you must've had some anxiety at the time you entered filming."

Karuma: Even though I was the first one to be cast, I only joined in on filming somewhat into the show, so I was very nervous. Also, this is my first time participating in a tokusatsu program, a genre with such a long history, so I felt pressured. It's also the Super Sentai production commemorating the 50th anniversary.

"How did you feel when you actually saw Garyudo after the transformation?"

Karuma: First off, the transformation scene is incredibly cool. The way battles were depicted at the time of his first appearance were also the strongest, and it made me think, "Is it alright for him to be this strong at this point?" We still have a long way to go, so I worried that everyone would get used to that strength (laughs). And then, it's interesting that he uses previous Reds by turning them into his weapons during battle. I thought it was a new idea to not only summon past warriors, but to then use them as weapons.

"The impact of your first appearance was intense. We could see that your character had already been refined."

Karuma: Thank you. The fact that I received a direct offer rather than an audition suggests that they thought I had some kind of appeal that only I could give, so if that were the case, I thought I should clearly show off that appeal from the start so that everyone could see it. As an actor, I was called to play a stimulating character who, in a way, would stir up trouble for those around him, so I didn't hold back……and from the very beginning, I wanted to do something that would make the children who watched me cry. That's why even after I was cast as Kuon in this, I challenged myself to not watch any other Sentai production. I wanted to create a character that had never been seen before, and I wanted him to be scary even for adults. Also, when I read the script, I felt that including the Buraidans, there were "alot of beloved characters." Considering that this is a production that'll continue for a whole year, it's definitely good to have some characters that'll attract hatred. That's why I thought that Kuon should be in a position where he's not simply scary, but very clearly the enemy.

"He's been an incredibly unpleasant guy since the very beginning, and for a variety of reasons, we wondered if you'd be okay (laughs)."

Karuma: It's alright. As long as I'm the one bearing the hate, It's completely fine (laughs).

"We were also curious to see how children would react."

Karuma: To be honest, I too had some hesitation in that regard. I of course don't want children to dislike me, and even the vibes on set were initially like, "Is this really appropriate for a children's program……?" (laughs). However, if Kuon wasn't scary, I think Gozyuger's story probably wouldn't be as exciting as it is now. There's plenty of other appealing characters, but I thought that Kuon should always have that sort of position within the story, and I hope that in comparison to Kuon, the other characters will come off as more appealing. I also think that if I continue to play a consistently evil role, the amount of people who'll end up liking Kuon will gradually increase. That's why especially in the very beginning, I calculated that "even an overly big impact would be just fine." By the way, I'm grateful to hear that Kuon's acrylic stand apparently sold out first (laughs).

"What's also impressive is that despite the other characters being highly energetic, there are many scenes in which you perform while staying calm."

Karuma: When I was first approached about the role, I asked the Producer, "Can I seriously act in a way that'll scare people?" Although my performance of Kuon is based on staying focused, I wanted to tone down my usual energy levels in order to convey how scary he is when I have to get into it. It feels like there's definitely something going on behind the scenes, but you can never tell what he's normally thinking about, so I thought that if I go all out with excitement during crucial moments, it would come off as lively but also terrifying. In that sense, everyone around me is basically putting on a strong performance, so I always try not to be influenced by them. Especially for Fire Candle's Sanbongi-san, he always has a smile on his face that radiates like the sun (laughs), so I have a hard time trying not to get pulled along in the scenes we share together. I was aware that Kuon was going to go on a rampage in episode 15, so up until then, I was playing the role while thinking about building up frustration inside me and then exploding.

"As the broadcast continues, the story has begun to take off in a big way, but has your impression of the production changed in any way?"

Karuma: In a good way, I think the very beginning was chaotic. Still, I feel that Kuon's appearance set the direction of the story and shaped the production, and I believed that it was my mission. The main characters are now all on the same page, and as of late, I think the excitement of "what's going to happen from now on?" has been steadily increasing.

"When Kuon appeared, there was a feeling that the weight of the show shifted dramatically from comical to serious. In a sense, Kuon is at the center of this work."

Karuma: At the moment, he's on Buraidan side because the Queen has absolute trust in him, but I feel that he's in a complicated position, where he's not strictly on the Buraidan or Gozyuger side. I believe that this unrest will give rise to a serious situation.

"Do you have many scenes with the Buraidan team during filming?"

Karuma: There's about a fifty fifty chance of my scenes involving me talking with either the Buraidans or Gozyugers, but right now, filming itself has been slow, so I have the feeling of, "I guess the next time I'll see everyone will be in a month or two." There's no characters who act like my partner or that's always with me in the main story, so there isn't anyone in particular that I often work with……

"Are you stuck in this complex position on the set……?"

Karuma: No, no, it's not like that at all (laughs). I'm not shy at all, and am always talking on set. Every time I go I'm like, "It's been awhile!," where it almost feels like Summer vacation just ended and it's my first day of the second semester. There've been a few times where if everyone's available after filming finishes, we'll all go out for a meal together. I still haven't had that many opportunities since the timing of my return doesn't often match up with everyone else's schedules. Still, I enjoy every visit to Toei's film studio since I often get to meet people who've helped me out in the past and people I've worked together with at other jobs.

"As for Kuon's story, his relationship with his younger brother Hoeru will be an important point in the future developments."

Karuma: That's right. There are still things from his past that haven't been revealed, such as what happened in the No One World, and there are things that I myself haven't been told yet, so I'm looking forward to seeing what comes next. I feel that Kuon's very existence is a major foreshadowing for Gozyuger's entire story. Personally, I play the role with the thought that, "Kuon has his own sense of justice." Even if it doesn't appear that way at first glance, he's doing the right thing in his own way, it's just that his perspective and position are different from the other characters. Still, I don't know if that sense of justice will be shared by the Gozyugers, which is why I don't have even a single millimeter of hope that a development will occur where he'll become friends with the Gozyugers, and I'm fine with him remaining an enemy until the very end. I don't know what'll happen in the future, but I think the only thing I can do now is to believe in Kuon.

"That type of acting may be one of the fun aspects of a drama that lasts for a year."

Karuma: That's right. Besides, since he's not a regular character who appears every week, I think it's important to "not get used to Kuon." Instead of becoming a predictable character, I think it'd be more enjoyable if he appears every once in awhile so that people will think, "Uwah, he's here!"

"By the way, do you have any plans to try out some untransformed action scenes in the future?"

Karuma: I haven't done that much in this production yet, but I've always loved action. Right now Kuon doesn't seem to be moving around that much, partly because Garyudo's way too strong, but personally, I've been working on a series of action filled productions since last year, so I'd love to try my hand at it if the opportunity arises.

"And now finally, please give a message to our readers."

Karuma: I think the "flavor" of Kuon's character is gradually being conveyed (laughs), but I believe that people can view the battle scenes and drama parts in a variety of different ways, so it'd make me happy if you enjoy Gozyuger like that, and continue to love Kuon.

[mrentrapta]

Alot of people don't like the date everything endings but I would like to remind you that they all visit you regularly!!!

A mild spoiler, but the only person who genuinely doesn't care about you dies, so do with that information what you will🤷🏾‍♂️

There's a few that genuinely do not talk to you at all after they got realized tho😭💔

Not to much on them because there is always a reason why or its made very obvious why you have very little contact with them.

ITS VERY IMPORTANT THAT YALL KNOW THAT MOST OF THE CHARACTERS MAKE IT VERY CLEAR THAT THEY STILL CARE ABOUT YOU 😭

The main reason they kinda do HAVE to leave is because you stay cooped up in your house for like weeks/months on end .... yeahhh.

Anyways here are some spoilers for the ending

Timmy dead ass uses cameo to make money just so he can live in your neighborhood!!!

the hanks stay with you , they have a baby as well. You also become a hank ❤️ it's kinda really sweet ngl.

apparently mac stays with you but idk

Lucinda lavish dead ass can't talk to you at all bcs she becomes a monk 😭

Abel talks to you regularly.

You even visit some of them!!!

Also, I would like to point out that it is kind of the players fault bcs you lwk don't really make an effort to talk to some of these people in these endings ngl💀

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loser ellie being down bad for mean!reader please like maybe shes a popular girl that kinda makes fun of her

obsessed

sypnosis; you were the popular girl—mostly known for making fun of people but there was one girl in particular you always made fun of on the daily. however, with you thinking she hated your guts because of how you treat her, little did you know how secretly obsessed she was with you when she shows another side of herself. warnings; smut, sub!fem reader, dom!ellie, semi-public fingering, slight cum play, not proofread, mdni. a/n; sorry for the wait…i’ve been sick😭 but here i am powering through💪 i looooved this idea so tysm for ur req! (sorry if it sounds rushed, better ones will come soon💔) hope u enjoy! reqs are always open so send as many in i looove seeing them! also if you wanna be on my taglist drop a comment or dm me!

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you sat at your table with your friends, just a regular wednesday. everyone who wasnt your friend saw you as the mean girl. the popular girl. the one everyone would kill to be like or even sit with. you had to admit, you loved the feeling of being drooled over. you were mean to alot of people, you enjoyed teasing. but when it came to that one girl? ellie williams? oh you enjoyed teasing her more than everyone—your go to was the fact that everyone knew she was a lesbian, mostly because of the fact you knew you could say something as you were straight. or…so you thought.

you laughed with your mates, till at the corner of your eye you see her, her backpack slung over her shoulder as she trails past your table, not even making eye contact and you could sense the fact she knew you’d say something when she turned her head the other way.

“look, guys. its that lesbian weirdo.” you laugh, thinking you were somewhat funny as your friends laughed too. you never let a day go by where you wouldn’t tease her. after all, in your eyes it was just banter. she shot you a look of disgust, which only made you smirk when you realised she wasnt trying to look away.

“what’re you starin’ for? hm? did you wanna kiss me or something?” you joke, your friends laughs echoing behind you. she rolled her eyes and walked off before you could make another joke, shooting you a side glance as she exited the cafeteria. you smiled to yourself, thinking your teasing was successful for today.

that was until after lunch had ended, you had 2 more lessons left before you went home now so you got up and said bye to your friends, walking towards the hallway to your next lesson.

you stopped at your locker for some things, but before you could close it a rough hand gripped around your arm and dragged you to the nearest empty classroom. you couldnt even react it was so fast, all you could do was try and scream but even that was abruptly cut off by a hand covering your mouth.

the classroom was pitch black as the blinds were down, but an open window blew one of the blinds slightly, letting some light in and illuminating who dragged you here. your eyes widened in confusion, but then you were just completely dumbfounded once you recognised the memorable features…of her.

“you—” you began, but your sentence was yet again cut off when she took a step closer, her firm hands wrapping around your naked thighs due to your short skirt, and she placed you on top of one of the desks. she looked at you with those eyes. that same look that you knew all too well.

“you get off on making me look like a fool all the time. don’t you think its my turn now?” she whispers seductively, her breath fanning across your lips as she leaned in, her palms resting on your thighs. this was the complete opposite of what you’d expected from her, and to add on—you’d never really heard her talk before up until now.

you gulped loudly, her words leaving you completely speechless. you silently cursed yourself as you felt your thighs involuntarily spreading a little further, letting her stand inbetween them which is exactly what she did when she saw the opportunity.

she gripped your thighs harder, her lips leaning in and brushing against your ear, her voice low. “hmm. this doesn’t seem like straight behaviour to me. the same girl who makes fun of me for not being it,” she whispers, her hot breath touching your ear.

“spreading those legs for me, huh? yeah, seems very straight, doesn’t it?” she teases. repeatedly mentioning the whole straight thing considering you constantly made fun of her for being lesbian. so many thoughts clouded your mind and you were partly confused, but she was able to read that part. “let me clear that mind of yours, mhm?” she mumbles breathlessly, pressing a warm kiss to your cheek before one of her hands slowly began reaching up your skirt.

“you were right, y’know. i do want to kiss you.”

your breath hitched, her lips inching closer to yours and pressing a soft kiss to them. her tongue slipped over your bottom lip—seeking entrance and you complied, parting your lips for her. her tongue slipped into your warm mouth, sliding against your own in a desperate kiss as both of your breaths were heavy. for some reason, you weren’t pulling away. god, what was she doing to you? you started questioning yourself. wondering wether you made fun of her just to cover up the fact that you could potentially…like her. so many thoughts clouded in your head, but her next movement quickly swiped them all away.

she broke the kiss—her middle and ring finger slipped up your thigh, and past your panties, gently running through your folds. fuck sake. in a classroom. seriously?

you arched forward as you felt her warm fingers rub your folds, your forehead meeting with her shoulder as a needy whine fell past your parted lips. her eyes widened at that, however. she lifted her other hand from your thigh, getting her pointer finger and middle finger and gliding them across your bottom lip, wanting to slip them in. “be quiet. suck.” she commanded, ordering you to suck on her fingers to keep you silent.

your eyes flashed open, but all you could do at this point was comply. you opened your mouth further, taking her digits into your mouth as you began sucking on them. her face fell, her teeth finding her bottom lip as she bit down on it, urging her other hand. she began circling your clit which caused you to bite down on her fingers that were making your mouth feel so full.

she loved the feeling, seeing the girl who made fun of her looking like a fool beneath her. “thats it, thaaats it. suck, sweetheart.” she teased, her voice still that low and seductive tone that you’d gotten used to by now.

she wasted no time in slipping her fingers inside of your clearly aching pussy. she could feel your walls clench around them as she slipping them in fully. you bit down harder on her fingers, your eyes completely rolling back as you arched further.

“ohhh fuck…look at you,” she whispers, moving her lips to your ear again, her voice lowering even further as she spoke. she layed soft kisses to your temple, her soft lips grazing against your skin. her fingers continued to move, pumping in and out of your sobbing hole at a fast pace. so fucking ruthless.

you could feel it now, your stomach tightening and your walls clenching around ellies fingers, she could feel it too. one of your hands reach to her forearm, gripping on for dear life as you could feel yourself on the edge, your teeth biting down harder and your tongue swirling around her fingers in your mouth. she swore she could feel your juices surround her other ones before you’d even came yet, beginning to smirk as she saw you unfolding for her.

“i-i…im gonna—” you almost gag on your words, your mouth completely full with saliva and surrounded by her fingers. your ankles wrap around her waist, trapping her in. “shh, i know, i know.” she whispers reassuringly. she knew you were teetering on the edge and she wanted to get you there, purely to see the sight and for you to feel pleasure. with a couple more pumps, her fingers curling up and stroking against your spongey spot, and her thumb finding your clit, circling it gently, you felt your whole body begin to shake before finally jolting.

your cum flowed out of your aching pussy, onto the desk below you and covering her fingers. you give one final bite on her fingers in your mouth, but you couldnt help but whine as your back arched once more. why was that so good…and why did you want more? she grinned, slipping her fingers out of your mouth with a pop.

then came her fingers from your wet cunt, slipping them out. she smirked at the sight. “i knew your cum would look good on my fingers,” she whispers, looking you dead in the eyes. but then she raised her fingers to her mouth, inserting them in and licking up every last bit like it was liquid fucking gold. she let out a content hum, all the while your eyes widening as you watched her lick your juices up.

her words lingered in your head. well fuck. she’s thought of this happening before.

she reached her hand back down, gathering more of your release back onto her fingers, causing your hips to move against them slightly and your teeth finding your bottom lip. she really didnt care by this point, how desperate she looked for you, she just cared about showing it. this time though, she inched her fingers to your mouth, caressing your lips and letting your own cum drip onto them.

you’d never experienced anything like this before but you knew what she wanted, and you couldnt help but want nothing more than to comply with it. your tongue darted out, licking up your own cum off your lips that she’d put there. she eyed your every movement, smirking as she watched you like she was watching a damn porn video—completely mesmerised.

she pushed your panties back to where they should be, licking her fingers a few more times like she’d just enjoyed and was full from a good meal. she leaned into you, her lips brushing against yours now which caused your heart to jolt.

“guess i’ll see you tomorrow then?” she whispers, her words hitting you like a fucking truck. see you tomorrow? oh no she did not.

your eyes shot open in fury, about to physically yell at her for acting so nonchalant now. but before you could even protest she’d already began walking to the classroom door, opening it and closing it behind her, not even having the courtesy to give you a glance before she left. you sat there, completely dumbfounded and angry that she’d left you in a damn classroom in a state like this.

but something tugged in your stomach, silently cursing yourself that you were actually excited for tomorrow.

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[kujiba]

【Go on and Love Me】

୨୧ — ꒰ male!reader | he/his prounouns | Sagau | Genshinimpact

୨୧ — ꒰ Streamer!Reader who gets sidetracked by people's donations/chats making the genshin characters feel jealous

Ft. Xiao, Wanderer, Kinich, Traveler

A/n: inspired by la2yn0va hsr fic

X I A O

(Name) happily smiled at another donation sent to him after recently completing a natlan quest

"Thanks for the 20 bits donation!"

He thanked the chat with a wide smile, the chat which was filled with people commenting every second flooding the entire screen making (Name) shift his focus to answer their questions about himself.

This cute interaction made (Name) feel warm and lovely in the inside, being able to interact with fans who admired him.

You know who wasn't happy? A dark headed male inside a screen wasn't that happy unlike (Name). Why were these people gifting you so low? Most of all why was (Name)'s attention not on him anymore?

He had to pull alot of strings to make his own crit rise up since (Name)'s luck on the Vermilion domain was absolutely dog shit.

(Name) — Hm? My favorite character in genshin?

Xiao — You called?

Xiao unintentionally blurted that out without any thoughts whatsoever, but when he did realize and saw (Name)'s confused face along with the chat going wild.

Without any choice Xiao did his idle animation to hide his face away from you, he used his mask so that Xiao won't face you for a while since he was in a very vulnerable state

(Name) — New mail? Sweet 300 primos!

(Chat) — Fr? I didn't get any new mail from hoyo yet.

(Name) — Well.. Free primos is free primos

If (Name)'s happy then he'll rest easy today. Hopefully no rumors circulate about what happened earlier.. Self aware fanfics are crazy these days.

W A N D E R E R

Wanderer stared at (Name) blankly, he was too busy thanking people with countless of donations to even realize they were still in a boss fight farming material's for upcoming characters.

Wanderer became (Name)'s fan ever since he saw him at that temporary event named 'Unreconciled Stars Event Quest The Crisis Deepens'.

Smug mf since he made (Name) hit hard pity for him. But was kind enough to give you his c1 after 140 wishes

(Chat) — Why don't you change your main (Streamer Name)?

An irk mark appears on Wanderer's face but wasn't that visible on screen.

Is this swine telling (Name) to replace him with someone else? Hard pass. He was already stolen from (Name)'s attention and now these nobody's are trying to persuade him into maining some other weak random than him.

Just so happen that (Name) spotted a chest nearby and happily went over to open it, Wanderer took this opportunity immediately

(Wanderer) — Unnecessary.

(Chat) — Is it just me or is his voice rougher than usual?

Damn right it's rougher since he just wanted to vent his anger out on any enemies on sight

The chat won't know but what he had said was directly targeted at them, if only he could say every insult known to man right now

So (Name), keep your eyes on him only and no one else, then maybe he'll make his attacks stronger if you comply

(Name) — Well to answer your question earlier chat, no I don't think I'll be changing my main anytime soon. Wanderer's pretty fun to play with.

After (Name) finished talking he took a closer look at Wanderer's face, but his eyes swore Wanderer had a tad bit of pink on his cheeks

His eyes must've been starting to break with the amount of streaming his doing

T R A V E L E R

(Name) had just began to prep for his stream of the week and now he was currently adjusting the Traveler's artifacts to try out a new build

You know what's crazy though? His builds are pretty shitty.

He has the absolute worst luck in artifacts plus in leveling up pieces, most of which usually goes to defense or HP%

But he still hits about 800k regularly with the Traveler! How could he do such thing with only 44.6% Crit rate!?

(Chat) — 1 MILLION?? (Name) are you doing hacks?

(Name) — What? No! Guess my Traveler's just really op

The Traveler is a smug motherfucker

Of course the Traveler wouldn't hit such high numbers without using a...slight adjustment to the system

Sure their pieces are pretty bad but they'll accept anything (Name) had given them! How could they just shake off his hard work on griding for their ascension and talents?

Whenever the Traveler sees (Name)'s shocked expression during the massive crit's appearing on his screen they are damn right happy and overjoyed they managed to satisfy their grace!

(Chat) — Your builds are bad af tho lolol

(Chat) — Why main the Traveler? They're a pretty bad character to main, you should go for Nuevillete or Alhaitham.

The Traveler's good mood immediately faded into dust once he saw the chats text

Are those no lifers saying that they're not fit to be (Name)'s vessel? They're the most perfect one!

What could Nuevillete or whatever character have that they don't? Could they switch elements? Don't think so

If they wanted bigger numbers, the Traveler will show them big numbers all right, if you want them to hit 10 million they're gonna make it happen with just one click

(Name) — Thanks for the suggestion chat but I'm going to stick with the Traveler, I'm already wayyy too attached

The Traveler's mood once again took a 360 and smiled softly at what (Name) said to them, their stomachs fluttering with delight

(Name) is attached to them? No other compliment or praise could ever reach what the Traveler was feeling at the very moment

Their grace! Oh their grace... If only they could just grab onto you and drag you here where you rightfully belong

K I N I C H

Kinich is an upcoming playable character but many in the genshin community have fallen head over heels for him

Yet he couldn't careless about them, after all just being near (Name)'s presence even though it's just by the Traveler's vessel already makes him nice and comfortable

(Name) — Day 10 of saving up for Kinich let's goo

(Chat) — Woah already 200 wishes? You're quick man

(Name) — Can't help it lmao, Kinich seems fun to play and he's really pretty!

(Chat) — He seem's boring though

(Chat) — Dude the dialouge is slightly glitching wtf

The dialouge's glitching is caused by Kinich's embarrassment and rage, he was previously just about to talk till he heard (Name) sing praises about him! How could he not accidentally stutter and mess up the dialouge!?

But on the other hand, the hell did that person meant by he was boring? He wasn't even released yet! This caused Kinich to panic mentally if whether or not you'll change your mind about pulling for him

He stared at you from the screen, clenching his fists tighter by the second. Just a small bit more... Just one more step and he'll be released, then he could really be by your side now.

(Name) — Aw man, hold on chat I gotta pause the stream to fix this glitching

(Name) eventually had to exit the game to try and see what the problem was with his device or if it was overheating again

Meanwhile Kinich was still standing there re-adjusting his thoughts about what just happened. His feelings were all a mixed bag at this point, he sighed rubbing his temples slowly

Ajaw eventually came to his side while looking at him weirdly like he had done something wrong

(Ajaw) — Wow.. Just wow

(Kinich) — Shut up...

To rightfully apologized the system eventually sent 10 wishes in (Name)'s game mail which he was confused at first but eh, more wishes for c6 knich!

Once he becomes playable Kinich would definitely spoil (Name) with high numbers and crit's. He would just have to deal with Ajaw's yapping in the meantime..

So don't get distracted over what those 'Chat' people say about him!

A/n: likes and reblogs are appreciated! Have a nice day(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

[prettiest-thing-in-the-morgue]

THE HELL YOU MEAN YOU GOT A GIRL ?

summary : in which Tim's brothers find out he not only has a girlfriend but she's actually real and attractive and idk dating HIM of all people ???

Tim Drake is a busy man , his family knew that I meant come on ?? The kid is Red Robin, juggling Wayne Enterprises , solving cases, and not mention he attends college.

Not in a million years would they guess he of all of them would have a girlfriend and that he of all of them would have a functional relationship before any if them.

It started subtle at first - he'd finish patrol early , not really a big deal since they'd all assume he was busy with school and just had to go home.

Well truns out he was going home just not to do work just to simply have dinner with you.

The next sign was that he had a picture of you at the back of his phone - it's encased safely behind the clear casing . Dick saw it at first and shrugged it off, thinking it was a kpop idol or some model Tim liked alot - nope it was just him being in love with you and just showing it off.

Tim unironically smells better ? Damian doesn't know how to place it - its not that Tim ever smelled bad or had bad hygiene it's just that he's been particularly very into it as of late - he literally even has a skin care routine now but Damian writes it off as Tim being curious or weird.

Tim also starts dressing classier too like he wears good slacks or nice baggy jeans with fitted tops - showing off his slim but muscular figure as of late - he even asked Jason to borrow one of his old leather jackets and hey - Jason didn't mind lending his brother one - he just thought Tim was getting into the grunge style like him. Nope, it turns out Tim overheard you saying guys in leather jackets were hot, so of course, he had to get the real thing.

Flash forward to like a year and a half down the line and one day all three of them were talking about how Tim was glowing up and getting himself in shape .

Dick : " you know Tim's been idk dressing up as of late ".

Damian : " smh it's like he's pathetically trying to impress someone "

Jason : " I thought he was just idk changing his style ?"

Dick : " you think ? Plus he's been ending patrol early lately"

Damian : " he's a nerd Grayson , knowing him he gets home earlier to study or what not ".

Jason : *cackling* " and he wonders why he can't get a girlfriend "

*Tim who just walked in and overheard jason* : " I literally have a girlfriend. What do you mean ?"

Pin drop silence . Everyone stares at him, eye wide and then they burst out cackling.

Jason : " Timmy boy a blow up sex doll doesn't count a girlfriend"

Dick : *laughing* " Tim the day you get a girlfriend is the day the world would end"

Damian : " Timothy, that's the best joke you have ever uttered."

Tim scowls at them , " I LITERALLY HAVE A GIRLFRIEND AND SHES A REAL PERSON"

Damian *still laughing* : " Alright Timothy, let's meet your so-called very real girlfriend."

Flash forward to two hours later and they're at a local Lego shop at the mall , the batboys are all confused .

Jason : " Tim, when we said a real girl, we didn't mean a Lego woman figure"

Tim just rolled his eyes - annoyed because he can't fathom why they didn't think he can't have a girlfriend .

Not even two minutes passed, and you bolted out of the store and engulfed Tim in a big hug and began kissing him all over his face. Tim wore a big , smug smile as he wrapped his hand around your waist and pressed you a forehead kiss.

Dick's mouth is too the floor , Jason's eyes just widen so big you'd swear his eyes will roll out and Damian looks like he's gonna hurl.

Damian : " I think - I think I going to die "

Jason *still in shock* : " There is no way this is real - literally no way I've got to be imagining shit "

Dick : " Someone pinch me " *Damian pinches him hard* " OUCH WHAT THE FUCK"

Jason points at you and then at Tim , " Miss is he holding you hostage -"

Tim rolls his eyes , " SHES MY GIRLFRIEND"

Damian tuts , " She's too hot to be with the likes of you she should date someone better "

Dick : " Like me -"

Shutting him down immediately, Tim : " Fuck no"

You awkwardly laughing , " So you're Tim's brothers ?"

Jason : " unfortunately ". *dick nudges him hard* " OW WTF"

You : " It's nice to meet you all I'm Tim's girlfriend "

Dick : " yeah that's the part we are all processing"

Damian : " Are you sure you're not talking about another tim?"

Tim , scowling : " Shut the fuck up demon she said she's my girlfriend so can yall stop being so annoying now "

You : " They didn't think you'd have a girlfriend ?"

Tim : " no and I don't know why especially since they themselves don't have one either "

Jason : " in my offense I died -"

Dick : " Pack it up. It's been 4 years since you came back. You got no excuse "

Jason : " I know the man who has fumbled every relationship he touches is not talking "

Damian : " This is all pointless. Love is stupid and worthless"

As the both continue to bicker back and forth, you turn to Tim with a wide grin , " Who do you think is worse ?"

Tim , pulling you in closer , : " Definitely Bruce "

*in a very far distance*

You laugh as you grab his hand and left him off somewhere , " Let's go get milkshakes".

Bruce *sneezes* : " Someone is trash talking me "

ty for reading !!!

[evangelifloss]

Thinking about a certain scene in Dungeon Meshi that completely encapsulates the Autistic experience of making friends as an adult and how hard it is to try and navigate it without ending up getting hurt.

Like IDK about y'all, but this is a common problem ALOT of Autistic Adults face when trying to make friends with other people, because unlike children who aren't good at keeping their opinions to themselves, Adults ARE. In society, we're even encouraged to "keep the peace" "be polite" and etc, which commonly leads to awful scenarios as shown above when Laois finds out his buddy has come to resent who Laois is without actually telling him. All too often the friends that we love to hang out with, people that we're so happy to spend time with, don't feel the same way and in many cases, come to blame us for our social cues or lack thereof.

And when/if we do eventually find out how our friend feels, Dungeon Meshi hits us with another painful panel of how that usually ends up playing out.

It's hard for Adults with Autism to make friends, and even harder to maintain them because alot of the ways Neurotypicals tell other Neurotypicals that they don't like a certain behavior is by quietly disengaging. Whether that involves having one sentence answers, going quiet, or having a certain tone in their voice, all those things signal annoyance or disapproval, but for the Neurodivergents, those subtle cues are completely missed.

And yet when we inevitably discover we DID do something, it is natural to ask "well why didn't you tell me?" because in our minds, it should've been the next step in the equation. However for the Neurotypicals, that's NOT something to bring up. Its important to be SUBTLE about the issue at hand and rely on signals to tell the other person. Blame is placed on us for not noticing the "obvious" signs of disapproval rather than the idea of talking it out as such things are uncomfortable and harder to do. Alot of the time what ends up happening is resentment due to the idea that it was "obvious" and the fact one didn't notice indicates a deliberate ignorance rather than a complete unawareness. It ends up calling into question our quality as a person and our sincerity. We get called "fake" or "malicious" or even "stupid" for failing social cues rather than questioning the decision to be indirect and vague.

For a manga about exploring the dungeon, it seems that the artist would rather explore very real and prevalent dynamics in society with the adventuring premise as a backdrop. I felt VERY seen in these panels, and many others, because it happens so suddenly and dare I say it, plainly. There's no dramatic build-up or spectacle made and in essence, it just Happens.

I think that's what makes the scene hit even harder. It seemingly comes out of nowhere for Laois, like how it always comes out of nowhere for alot of people, and it's never a dramatic twist either. It's always mundane and hurtful. A sudden unforeseen bump in the road that ends up calling into question one's entire friendship with someone and consequent other friendships. It asks "what if other friends feel the same. What if the people that I really like actually hate me and I don't know it?" Or at least that's what I came away with after reading the chapter. I've been where Laois was and the only reason I'm not there now is because I lost the naivete I had and doubt everyone else's sincerity.

[hungrydata]

Ok so, ik I'm busy, but I can't NOT talk about the new episode. So...

SPOILER WARNING FOR EPISODE 5 OF THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS

I won't write an essay now, but holy gosh moly. This episode was great. And I hate that it ends with a cliffhanger. But it makes sense since Goose said that eps 5&6 were focused on both Jax & Ragatha, so they are very likely tied together (hopefully we don't have to wait another 6 months, but you also can't rush art of course)

I also don't want to break down the episode, there are people who can do that way better than me. I just wanna talk about some fun stuff.

First of all, I tried my best to figure out what everbody's saying here (Only Jax is subtitled in english, however the other two are as well in other languages, so I used them if I had difficulties with what they're saying):

everything I am not 100% sure about or was roughly translated via the different language subtitles, is written in brackets

JAX: I very much did not enjoy that one in the slightest. If we ever do anything even close to that again, I'm getting violent, and I'm going to kill Ragatha.

GANGLE: Uh... I... don't really think it [brought out the best in me], even if it [was the cause of my mask].

RAGATHA: Oh, I really do not think [I was that innocent at] that time, I [did release] (?) some things I normally never say.

I know that some of this is not accurate or something is missing, but it's really difficult to understand what Ragatha and Gangle are saying. Therefore if you know anything, help is very much appreciated!

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Now I wanna talk about rather obscure stuff. Like Kinger being right handed. I never posted anything about it, but I discussed with my friend about what each circus member's dominant hand was (bc I was bored, can you blame me?) and while I still think that the animators just use whatever looks good and can bring the message across the best (like Gangle sometimes drawing with her left hand and with her right hand, based on what perspective we view her, or how basically most characters use their left and right hand for difficult tasks equally, just so that the viewers can see it better, and it's probably easier to animate as well if you don't have to think about it)

Anyways, Kinger is right handed confirmed to me. (Jax is left handed, tho I need to rewatch all episodes and shorts on Glitch's channel to get more information about that, same with the other chars, tho I'm 98% convinced that both Jax and Gangle are left handed, tho that might just be delusion idk)

Btw the Anime and Intermission section were beautiful. Now we know why it took so long, but it was definitely worth it.

Also RIBBUN AND MAID DRESS HALLELUJAH!

ngl this looks funny

I feel like the shippers are going crazy with this one, especially people who ship Funnybunny (and the Bunnydoll Nation is either in shambles or enjoy it as much as the time Ragatha got deep fried.)

As a Ribbun enjoyer, I am definitely eating the toxic crumbs up like Jax did eat Gangle. Also thank you Goose for giving us so many great catchphrases that I am going to use from now on.

Also, THE LORE. And why can I genuinely relate so much with Jax. Why. Idk how to feel about this. And he actually cares let's gooo!

And I gotta say. Love the beef between Jax and Ragatha, and I also like the friendship between Jax and Pomni that slowly but surely develops. I also like the detail that here, Pomni votes against the maid dress. I could imagine that she just thinks it's childish, but it's also a sign that she knows Jax would hate it and wouldn't want to stir chaos.

ALSO HE SAID THE LINE HE SAID THE LINE!

You detached it yourself, idiot.

Welp I'm outta pictures to post here. There's alot more like Jax having a friend that looks like a frog, and Goose mentioned in one post that the person that abstracted before Kaufmo was called Ribbit (yk, like the sound a frog makes). I thinke there's likely a connection. And considering that Pomni was supposed to be a frog first, maybe that's how Jax and Pomni also will become closer friends. Can't wait for the next episode

And knowing what Goose said, it's not gonna be a wholesome one. After all, even tho 5&6 are split between Ragatha and Jax, this was still the Ragatha episode, and the next one will be "more centered" around Jax. I'm scared.

Also as much as it pains me, I think Gangle will be the one to abstract. The fact that she didn't have an evil doppelganger and with the teaser of her symbol loading, it's too much of a coincidence to not happen. Pls don't Gangle you're my baby ;;-;;.

(so much so to "not an essay" lmao. "Not an essay" my ass)

Also. DaY 172 bc yes

[sxorpiomooon]

What does your family think of you?

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Pile 1-

More thinking less actually talking about it. You might talk to yourself alot or blabber alot? Alot of words that you say or are deep thinking about never actually see the light of the day and that's what they think. I see especially a women figure mother probably very worried and curious about this. They think of you as someone who knows very well how to hype others well someone who brings the light in people and you know the mood settler. Someone who brings excitement and they are always upbeat when you are near. However I think your family might be a little worried about you mainly because they believe that you hide alot from them especially your struggles it's like you refuse to talk about them or even acknowledge that they are there. There is also this theme about trying to ignore the past or let go off the past but not being able to. I keep having a vision of a person with their hands on their face there is a shame that this person feels as they wish to hide themselves/ their face so that other people don't look at it. Your mother or a women around you is the one that is the most worried and concerned she loves you alot and is waiting for the moment that you come up to them to talk. They believe that you bring light whenever you go and it's like you are the light. Your family also believes that you tend to hide your struggles this might be someone who might have had to protect their family from a very young age, someone with alot of burden on their shoulders and a belief that no one else can or should be handling it except them.

Pile 2-

The thought daughter. "You got your passion, you got your pride but don't you know that only fools are satisfied" from Vienna started playing in my head. Very warm and kind you might love winters or more so being able to hide yourself in big clothes, mufflers and fire near. You might daydream alot and might drink coffee or some other drink alot. "You know how to love better than most of us that's why you find it all so painful" from fleabag played in my head I heard "begging to be understood". You might feel as if no one understands you or your struggles but they do that's what you need to know. You might repress your anger alot in order to be kind or nice. I think your dad loves you the most he understands you it's in the way that he stares at you. Read books, philosophy, write in your journal and observe art you have a very long way to you. You have to understand and realise that people do see you for who you are especially your family. Someone very warm, kind and wise very good intuition and very connected to her inner voice.

Pile 3-

do you perhaps say the same thing alot of times because you are nervous or simply because you are not able to remember what you were gonna say next? Your family is patient with you. You have a good home I think if not good, you do have a home. You will always come back to your home and you will always have a place that will celebrate even your smallest goals. I think you make your house a home. You might connect all the family members with each other and even if there isn't much love between them they share this mutual love for you. You also have your community I think for this pile their family is not just their parents who gave birth to them etc but also other people that they have found over the years. You have a bigger family than the rest of the people. You are very celebrated. Are you good with decorations or surprises? There is something coming up regarding that I think your family might have wanted to do something for you alot of times but they fail because you are always two steps ahead. Your family might also feel as if they are a burden to you or perhaps you do more for them than they do for you? This might be a native household I'm also hearing a language I heard "their first time living too" and "maybe they really don't know any better"

Pile 4-

Oh they really fw however it's either that they think you are too much with your friends and about friendship or they believe and actually think of you as someone who is their friend and keeps a very friendly environment in the house. They might think that you like to party and have fun and also that people around you just have fun yk. Do you bring your friends to your home alot I see one in particular dancing with you dancing queen by ABBA started playing in my head. I heard "a very loving community". However they might also feel as if you have not yet discovered who you truly are. They might often worry that you are too fixed on the superficial thing and other people and pay no focus to your own well being I heard "emptiness and hopeless" that's not how they feel about you but that's what they believe that you feel about yourself. They might worry about your future and might want you to see things for what they truly are I heard "disregard for consequences". But they believe that you are someone who's very compassionate and composed.

[hearts4mica]

Socialite Batsis! x 90’sConner Kent

“The Waynes are an influential family in Gotham City usually hosting galas to fund money. What will happen when Tim invites his friend Conner to a Gala and meets his sister?”

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It was a boring night at the gala your father hosted once again.

You were seating down in a table reserved for the Waynes and you were just minding your own business.

You tend to dislike being around people alot but being the only girl in the family your social ladder tends to be harder so you have to put your fake mask and act just the way the public wants your to.

And on the opposite side of the room was Conner Kent

A social by nature flirty guy who was also bored out of his mind since Tim his only friend here was nowhere to be seen?! “I hate gotham” he whispers under his breath while walking around the room until he spots you. “I love gotham” he says while walking towards you not knowing you were his bestfriends sibling who was told specifically was off limits well he never pays attention to the news and socialites after all.

“Boring night huh?” He says standing infront of you while you were sat down. “The names Conner Kent but you can call me yours sweetheart”

“Im [name] Wayne a pleasure to meet you Kent” shakes his hand “Are you perhaps Tim’s friend? I think i’ve heard some things about you.”

“I hope all of them are good” “Uh yeah yeah you could say that- but anyways Tim is busy at the moment Kent so he cannot hang out with you right now”

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You both are having some small talk about how most of the rich people here are just here to try and befriend Bruce Wayne by pretending to like the poor.

“I’d say this party is really boring no one’s dancing.”

“Well yeah they just come here to pretend-“

“Let’s dance [name]” he says standing up from the chair holding his hand out for you.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh yeah yeah ehem- May i be granted with this piece Miss Wayne?” he says in a sarcastic tone

“Oh shut up” you stand up.

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And then Tim comes back looking for his best friend just to see him dancing with HIS sister?! He is mad since he told Conner his sister was off limits.

“That idiot” he says under his breath.

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[shanesevikasfuckdoll]

soft awkward and silly Sevika 🦾

Imagine, Sevika being all soft, silly and awkward around you. 🦾

(Probably a part 2-ish of Sevika headcanons, but she's all cutesy here, even though she already is)

Look at her, she's just a baby. 😍🦾

Warning: Cute Sevika, slightly suggestive, probably ooc, but you'll prolly still read, BARELY PROOFREAD.

🚫Men and Minors DNI🚫

Even though Sevika is all serious and shit to keep up with her reputation in Zaun as the "Scary lady", she can actually get really silly and awkward when she's comfortable around you to. Or when she feels close to you.

First time you encounter this side of Sevika, you were working as a bar maid in the last drop. You and her were already actively flirting with each other for a good while, so she's starting to loosen up around you.

You were handing out drinks to people, and walking towards her table, when suddenly, you trip over nothing, and nearly fall.

Sevika catches you in time, though, and your, and the drinks in your hand were in safe hands, although it spilled a little on your shirt. You were wearing a white top, and it was see through.

She stares at your chest for awhile, and your face heats up. She snaps out of it, and her eyes are wide, when she realizes how obvious she was. So to defend herself, she made a joke of how clumsy you are, but you can still see a dark shade of red on her cheeks that night. You thought it was cute.

The second time, was when you were laughing at something she said, and she just paused to look at your face to admire you, and then tucked your hair behind you ears. You were surprised, so she snapped out of it, and hid her face, while she was looking down at the drink on her hand. You giggle at her, and she's even shyer now. She just furrowed her eyebrows, and called you an idiot. You know it's just her defense mechanism though, but you don't push her about it, and you jusy giggle ay her.

She CANNOT stop looking at you while you work. The way you carry yourself, the way you smile, your bubbly personality. But she HATES it when you get too bubbly with someone.

Secretly threatens people who flirt with you, or look at you a little too much, but she doesn't tell you. You only find out, when Theiram accidentally ratted her out, and let's just say she was real quiet after that.

(She still does threaten them, but she threatened Theiram too, so no you don't know a thing)

She's actually really sweet. She'd give you sweets on your break, since she know you like them, and sweets are usually hard to find in Zaun, so when she goes to Topside for business, she'd often stop at a candy store to buy you whatever candies you like.

Will pause her games just to talk to you on your free time. She likes you alot, but she's still mustering up the courage to ask you out.

You beat her to it though, when you hang out with her outside of work, and she's awestruck for like a solid 30 seconds, before picking herself up, and smiling to her self. "Alright then, pick you up at 7?" she asks, and you laugh at her, and answer "But I asked YOU out!" She rolls her eyes, and calls you an idiot again, and then comes to you hours at exactly 7pm.

Your first date with her, you guys just went to Jericho's and she looked so hot eating, tbh, and it got you all flustered, and honestly, a little wet.

You wipe her mouth with a tissue, and she just froze up, and looked at you, before hiding face again, and blushed.

You offered to pay, ot even 50/50, but she took your purse/wallet, when you werent looking, and beat you to it.

You guys were flirting and laughing the whole way home, and you were both blushing messes.

Sevika's surprisingly giggly, and soft once you get to know her. She had her moments of dominance, and assertiveness, specially when she has negotiations, and over all just everyday, but, there's moments with you that she just kinda let's her walls down a bit.

She has that soft look in her eye, that little sparkle sometimes, that only sometimes occurs, but, lately, you've been seeing it alot in her eyes. You notice her little imperfections that make her perfect. Her uneven lips, her gapped teeth, her scars, everything that she told you she hated about herself, all of it was perfect in your eyes. And you never failed to tell her how perfect she is to you, you'd always see her face light up a little bit, but she always tried to hide it. Unsuccessfully, though.

When you got to your apartment, you guys stood there for a bit, and you thank her. She just looks at you, and rubs the back of her neck, and says it's no biggie. And she looks at you.

You pull her into a kiss, it all happens so quick. One minute, you were awkwardly flirting with her, and the next, you're making out with her. She, doesn't kiss you back just yet, she's still processing what's happening. You suddenly realize she was all tense, and she wasn't kissing you back, so you pull away.

"O-oh my, I'm so sorry, I thought—" She pulls you back in, in a much deeper, and passionate kiss. You peak through your eyes, to see her eyebrows are furrowed her eyes intensely closed, and she has a faint bush on her cheeks and ears.

You hungrily kiss each other, and wish you could stay like that forever, but unfortunately, you still both need to breathe. She cups your cheeks, and she looks in your eyes. You smile at her, and touch her chest, "I love you, Sevika, you know that?" You confess to her, while still catching your breath. She softens her gaze, and blinks at you, and under her breath, she lets out a quiet,

"I love you too."

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I actually don't know the direction where this fic is going, I just felt like writing something about Sevika, heh, but you made it that far. 😉

[windybluebelles]

Captain Marvel gets cursed to live by fae rules for a short amount of time, no biggy- he already lives by most of them either due to his own magical freakiness or just cuz he lives in Fawcett and would really rather not risk it.

It’s all going great till, Oh No! Superman decides to reveal his full legal name to his close friend and colleague. Shazam now owns Superman’s name, shit gang

Now, the person who cursed him wasn’t very good at cursing people, so Billy only really has to follow approximately- let’s say like 1/3 of every fae rule.

So when Clark Joseph Kent gives him his full name, he only has the right to take one out of three name. Clark isn’t overly happy about the whole situation, he quite likes his name, means alot to him, so Billy is like-

“Chill, chill, it’s fine”

Then they switch middle names.

…

This is all just a big post to talk about the fact that William Joseph Batson and Clark Joseph Kent have the same middle name and I find that really funny for no good reason

[astuteology]

🌡~My take on scorpio placements ~

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☆ scorpio in the 7th house- usually get cheated on by their partners. Go through Toxic/ narcissistic partners at some point in their lives. 3rd party situations. Partners lying and deceiving you.

☆ scorpio mars- usually center of attention (attention grabber not seeker). Females with this placement tend to attract jealously from their so called friends or just other people in general. Men tends to sexualize them alot, May have spread rumors about them at some point.

Men with this placement, if underdeveloped, tends to be toxic af. The need to control everyone and everything around them is just awful. Fuck around a lot. Sleeping with different different people.

If developed, good achievers. Very strategic mindset. Usually get what they want in life. Bulletproof mindset. Very good at talking to people but still maintaining boundaries. Loyal.

☆scorpio suns- idk why and how, but when people get to know that someone is a scorpio, they get weirdly attracted to them??? Like staring at them, wanting to know them. Intimidated by them.

☆scorpio sun/moons- have a good sense of humour. They can make anyone laugh. And with this, they tend to attract alot of people who wants to be in a relationship with them.

☆scorpio venus- won't say a loyal lover HOWEVER when they love love, they are loyal 100%. Underdeveloped can lie about being in love.

☆retrograde scorpio venus- feels unlovable. Extreme trust issues. Highly sensitive. Very very very high on trust. You know how they say scorpios take tests? With this placement? Tests x 100. Don't give 2nd chances. It's very very difficult for them to be vulnerable. People have rejected them alot. May have been body shamed or criticised for looks. They feel like they don't deserve to be loved.

☆scorpio stellium in the natal chart- highly intuitive. Usually sees things beforehand. POWER. THE DARKNESS. THE EYES!!! Very beautiful people inside out. However they don't trust easily but if they do, for the love of lord, don't break it cuz you'll be coming back again and again to win them over.

☆scorpio moon- been through some serious shit. Been through hell and back with themselves. They understand people very well. However, they don't get the same understanding in return. They can see right through you so don't f with them. Hate mind games.

☆scorpio rising- very very intimidating. Females with this placement tends to attract jealousy in any form. People want to dominate you so bad. People telling them to tone it down. Basically people don't like your mindset, it triggers them cuz they can't have power over you. Hates 2 faced people. And the irony is, they usually deal with 2 faced people.

☆scorpio lilith- highly seductive. Very attractive. Sex appeal. Feelings run deep for them. Had people who wanted them only for sexual pleasures, wanted to touch them in any way. High vibration scorpio lilith is THE HEALER. also I've seen yall had some near death experiences?? Or witnessed someone dying in front of you.

☆ scorpio mercury- moves in silence. Very strategic and careful. Committed to anything they put their mind into. Always ready to be one on one while fighting. Their way of talking is very intense and mysterious which makes people wanna know how do you think like that. When they say something they really mean it. They take their time. Expects the worst. They figure things out so fast so don't even think of gaslighting them.

☆Scorpio in the 10th house- achievers. From a young age they had an insight of what they will become. Hold power in their work environment. If your a student, your classmates want to steal your notes, they feel envious that you make pretty good notes of whatever you're studying cuz yall go in depth and make pretty good observations of the topics. Authority figures.

☆scorpio in the 5th- gets extreme reactions from people. Ofcourse with any other placements, attracts jealousy. (Bruh I don't get it, what's with the scorpios dealing with alot of jealousy???? Like that's tiring) Grabs attention in parties, get togethers or any form of social gatherings. May have dealt with people wanting to take your partners. May have overly strict parents or very fucked up family issues.

That's it for now����🏻

[lorarri]

★ . . . 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 , 𝐋𝐒𝟏𝟖

summary , ferrari's team owners son is exposed for having a fan account for there number one driver and some how they end up fake dating for six months

pairing , heir! lance stroll x fem! f1 driver! reader

series masterlist | main masterlist | sol’s masterlist | f1 masterlist

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user the way lance was trying to outbid Y/N the whole charity live stream was so funny to me

user the fact that Y/N and Lance sat at the same table doesn't sit right with me

user okay can we stop talking about the fan boy and talk about MOTHER

user the fact that lance's fan account is still posting about Y/N is WILDDDD

user okay enough of simp boy Y/N ate and left nothing

user the way Carlos and Y/N were side eyeing Lance the whole time was so funny

user I bet Lance was posting on his fan account during his event

user okay but the new car looks sexy af

user okay but imagine if they ended up dating

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MANAGER LUCY

I need you to date Lance Stroll

Y/N

who???

MANAGER LUCY

Lawrance's kid

he got exposed for having a fan account about you

and now he looks like a love sick idiot

and he has apprently been begged his father to get a date with you since you joined the team

but he has only now just given in to giving it to him

Y/N

so I have to go on a date with someone who I have only ever met for less than a day

cuz he got exposed for thirsting over me

and now he wants to date me

MANAGER LUCY

yup

they have sent a contract though

basically be with him for six months

and if you aren't happy by the end of it you can 'break up'

but your main job is to make this overgrown fan boys dream come true

also he is willing to pay alot of money

and you will get a better contact next year

Y/N

okay okay okay

fine

but six months and then I'm done

MANAGER LUCY

good to hear it

I'll send the paper work though in a bit

Y/N

great

also I just stalked his fan account it's actually quite in a weird kinda way

yourinstagram . 2hrs ago

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SIR LANCE-LOT

last week of dating....

LADY Y/N-INNGTON

yeah...

SIR LANCE-LOT

I don’t want this to end

LADY Y/N-INNGTON

me neither....

SIR LANCE-LOT

wanna go skiing

LADY Y/N-INNGTON

sure

but if this is gonna work plz stop with the fan account

I don’t need to lose even more privacy 

SIR LANCE-LOT

but i have 700k followers :(((

LADY Y/N-INNGTON

I’ll buy you a ferrari to make up for it bae and I’ll let you inroduce me as your wifey to people

SIR LANCE-LOT

deal!!!!

no take backies 

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user rip YNhusband_real you shall be missed

user bro is really living my dream huh

user nah him in his wag era fr now

user ICONIC

user ugh I don't know who I want more Y/N or Lance

user haters must be salty rn

user this is everything to me

user ferrari better not fuck Y/N strategy or else lance is gonna get them all fired

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[kdh-tally]

Mystery x Reader Headcannons

Prompt : Headcannons of Mystery and his partner.

Author's Note : 4/5 complete. The only one left is Jinu!! Should i start tagging my master list in these so you can read the rest?

You met Mystery by accident. 

You were at a gaming café late at night, your favorite time to play.

It wasn’t crowded, there were just a few regulars playing quietly in their own corners.

You were halfway through a ranked Valorant match, trash-talking your opponents in a low voice and carrying your teammates like always.

You played with your camera on, only for your teammates to see however.

That’s when he sat next to you.

You didn’t notice at first. Not until someone on your team started whispering through your headphones. “Yo… is that Mystery from Saja Boys next to you??”

You glanced to your left to see some dude setting up a game next to you.

Tall guy, hood up, mask on, purple nail polish, and the infamous hair.

 You only saw a glimpse of his screen, he was queueing into your game.

Fortunately you and your friends were in the lobby. 

So you paused your game and looked over.

“You new?”

He paused, then slowly pulled down his mask just low enough to answer clearly.

“Nah. Just haven’t played in a while.”

He had spent quite a lot of his time as a human playing games and watching anime.

You smirked at this, not really caring for his idol status. 

“Good. I need more teammates who don’t panic when I push solo.”

He stared at you through his hair before speaking again “You’re that top Radiant Jett player, aren’t you?”

“Guilty.” You grinned, kinda shocked he knew who you were. “You’re one of the Saja Boys right?” 

Mystery was hooked from that second. Not just cause you were an absolute pro at one of his favourite games, but because you made him slightly nervous in a way few people did.

You didn’t seem to care that he was an idol. 

You were just a chill gamer with good reflexes and a sharp tongue.

He started matching his log-in times with yours. Sitting next to you and watching your play through. You didn’t speak much but you always played together. 

Eventually, you added each other on social media.

He used a private account of course.

He started bringing you drinks and snacks.

He’d leave em on your desk cause you sit in the same place everytime.

One night, after a long match, he took off his headset and asked, quietly, "Would you ever wanna hang out later?"

“Depends on who I'd be hanging out with.”

“…Me.”

“Then yeah. I would.”

Many of your hang outs did end up being at the cafe, except you two wouldn’t be playing games.

You’d order food, talk, get to know each other, etc.

One day a group of fans surrounded your table when the two of you were discussing who was the best agent to main.

“H-hi,” one of them stuttered as they stood by your table. “Could we have an autograph?”

Mystery looked stunned and was ready to respond, but then they pulled out a poster of you?????

You were shocked too

“Are you talking to me?”

They nodded enthusiastically.

You were stunned but signed it. They took photos with you before leaving.

Damn

Unfortunately, they captured Mystery’s hair in the image.

Now fans know that both you and Mystery hang out at the cafe.

The cafe gets stalked and so you’re forced to hang out somewhere else.

He eventually invites you to the dorms cause your privacy at the cafe just gets breached too many times.

This is perfect cause guy has a mega awesome setup.

He rooms with Baby and they’re both gaming nerds so they have everything

You love his room.

You see Baby alot cause its his room too but he’s super chill and usually out at some convenience store?

Mystery confesses to you after you clutch a 1v3.

You were so hyped cause it was like some pro match with the best players in the world and you won.

He was watching you, hair up, eyes bright and smirking.

“I like you” he muttered.

You turned to him, eyes wide. “Whaaaaaaaaat?”

“I like you.”

You’rse still so shocked.

“I’m not great at this stuff,” he said, voice low. “But I like being around you. You’re smart, annoying, kind of terrifying. It’s good.”

You stared, brain lagging.

“You gonna say something?” he asked, amused.

You let out an amused laugh, tossing a pillow at his head “I like you too, idiot.”

He smiled. 

Now that you're dating he gets hella clingy.

He always brings you snacks before a gaming session.

You got matching everything

Matching usernames

Matching pfp’s 

Matching outfits on your characters

He sits closer to you. 

He doesn’t sit at all, he lounges on your lap.

One day someone was flirting with you online and he reported the account but he didn’t feel like it was enough.

He goes to Baby, learns what doxxing is and threatens to release the guys information.

The poor person might lose his job just because he flirted with Mystery’s partner 😐

Loves listening to your voice.

Whenever he has to go on tour without you he listens to your past lives or calls you just to hear you speak.

Since you spend most of your day gaming (its basically your job) late night ramen dates in the dorm kitchen become your thing. 

You sit on the counter while he cooks. He lets you taste test everything, feeding you with his own chopsticks, pretending not to blush.

He let you borrow his hoodie once. Now it’s yours. 

He never takes it back. Instead, he buys a second one and pretends that was his plan all along.

The most encouraging boyfriend.

When you go live Mystery watches from a burner account and sends messages like

“who’s that pro? i think i love them”

“your boyfriend is so lucky”

“marry me”

He holds your hand under the desk while gaming, thumb running circles into your palm whenever you die in-game or get frustrated.

You both door-dash takeout at 1 a.m. and eat on the floor of his room, surrounded by energy drink cans, empty snack bags, and your gaming gear.

Extra food gets sent to Baby

If you ever get into an argument he gets super soft after. 

Doesn’t apologize with words, he just shows up with your favorite snack, lies down next to you, and nudges your shoulder until you give in and cuddle.

The other Boys only found out through Baby

Jinu notices Baby keeps bringing more food into his room and corners him. 

“Are you guys hiding someone in there?” he interrogates the blue haired guy in the living room.

Romance and Abby are watching curiously.

“I’m not hiding anything”

“So why do you always take enough food to feed four people?” Jinu scoffs

“It’s for me, Mystery and…”

“And?..” Jinu, Romance and Abby ask at the same time.

“And Mystery’s partner.”

“What the hell?”

You can hear them crashing out from the room but you don’t plan to leave.

Mystery is all comfortable on your chest, your playing with his hair as he sleeps. 

Life could never be better.

He would call you things like:

Pro : When you beat everyone in your game.

My Hero : Teasingly

Your Username : He loses you in a store and just goes Has anyone seen ‘Your Username’!”

Out of embarrassment you run back to him.

Mine : Possessive. 

자기 (jagi) : “Baby” but in korean. He doesn’t want to call you his bandmates name but still wants it to be cute. Hence the reason it’s in korean.

You would call him things like:

Pretty Boy : Affectionately. Picture you two cuddling at night. He’s just such a pretty boy.

Sweetheart : In voice chat when you play with others. He mutes his mic reaaaal quick when you say this.

Furry : I think this one is self explanatory…

Cutie : You just get so much cute aggression around him.

Lovey : Almost all the time.

[prideprejudce]

I think alot more people would enjoy the show if they learned to see Rhaenyra and Alicent as Unreliable Narrators, and characters who are supposed to have glaring flaws and weaknesses.

Mandatory preface- There are Issues™️ with season 2 that are its own other ask- but the complaints ive seen about character assassination on both women kind of tells me ppl just wanted to see the two just GirlBossing around, not being tragic characters trapped in their own circumstances.

For Alicent specifically- she just isn't written to be Cersei 2.0, and while it was really interesting to see motherhood from cersei's point of view, its already been done!! I actually prefer seeing Alicent's mercurial clinging to and abandoning motherhood- its interesting!! She was made a mother at what- 15? An age where you truly arent mentally developed enough to raise 3 kids, AND be a child bride, AND be a queen, (AND be a lesbian).

Alicent is interesting to me because she's stunted at 15 years old, she's an adult woman who talks to and sometimes bullies her kids as if they are her peers, and is obsessed with her childhood crush(es). She hasn't built any new relationships* past the ones she was entangled with as a teenager, she's obsessed with both acting out to make SOMEONE see that shes suffering, (she's honestly pretty blatant for someone who prides themselves on being the Temperate Voice of Reason) but also to erase herself and reset to before she had to marry the king, before aemma died.

I think most of her 'bad out of character' decisions are just these two impulses winning out, her trying to force a reset, go back to a time where none of this had happened yet, when things were simpler and she had love and every day wasn't the worst day of her life™️.

She sleeps with cole, the man she thought was pretty at 15 (her last uncomplicated attraction just before it all went wrong and aemma died) -she doesnt seem to like it that much, but she does seem compelled to seek him out, esp when upset- shes obsessed with, and desperate to reconnect with Rhaenyra, her childhood best friend (and first love) and get back to where they were as kids, AND she still treats and asks her father for absolution as if he's still the only authority that matters to her just like she did at 15. Alot of her 'victim complex/bewildered they took it so far' behaviour in the plotting of rhaenyra's usurption reads to me like a teenager in over her head, she talked big game and now its real and shes panicking!! She's tragic BECAUSE she's still a teenager- so stunted shes unable to meaningfully grow up and learn to make healthier choices for herself, or move on and stop trying to grasp at the 'if i could just go back' urge.

As a mother, I think this creates an interesting dynamic as well, and I do like that in the casting even, she seems closer in age to her kids than rhaenyra does to hers. I think the contrast ppl are drawing with Alicent Protecting Her Kids in season1 compared to her giving them up in season two isn't bad writing to me, just massive differences in context. Sure she protected Aemond in driftmark, but we cant ignore that she probably felt humiliated by her husband choosing rhaenyra's side over hers in front of everyone, did it seem like a grown woman fighting for her son?? or a teenager furious with her ex winning one over her again? or both!! both sides twisted together is still interesting! When she protected Aegon from Rhaenys, is stepping in front of her son the king to protect him from the enemies dragon fire not the most romantic daydream of a deserving death a child bride could come up with?? Was it the impulse to protect the son she couldnt decide if she loved or hated, or was it to have the most heroic death possible to escape the reality that she sees coming. And if Rhaenyra hears about how Brave she was in the face of a dragons maw, and cries about it forever and feels sooo bad and regrets it til the day she dies, thats an added bonus. I think Alicent loves her kids, but is teenager selfish about HOW she loves and protects her kids, and is unable to be a mature, consistant, protective mother to them when she also sees them as having ruined her life. I think in season 2 when she 'gives them up' shes relieved, and once again following the compulsion of 'if i reset to when Rhaenyra was heir, i had no sons, and i wasn't married or queen, everything will be better'. I think theres complexity to it, i think she does love her sons and feels insane about it, but I think Alicent has been trying to Go Back in more and more Intense ways ever since she got married, and we might be giving her sanity more credit than it deserves when it comes to the need to wipe the board clean and go back to being 15.

hey anon are you trying to get married to me or what

[justmeinadaze]

Easy To Love/Hate (Steddie & Plus Size Y/N)

A/N: Im not sure what triggered this but Y/N is very much a manifestation of alot of my fears and trauma. But yeah, she's also very inspired by Kate Winslet in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.

New record of longest story I've written and they definitely have more of a story to tell.

Enjoy!

Warnings: Steddie & Plus Size Fem Y/N, SMUT, dirty talk, semi public (lover's lake, no one is around), stoned sex (but its consensual), oral (m and f receiving), fingering (m and f receiving), p in v, frotting, unprotected p-in-v, slight overstimulation if you squint, aftercare always.

ANGST! Eddie and Steve have an intimate encounter when they were younger but not aren't friendly which is expanded in as the story progresses, Reader is mentioned as being inquisitive and asks alot of questions but she does make it clear that they don't have to say anything they don't want to, mentions of King Steve and all his insecurities with being popular and his dad, Eddie briefly mentions his relationship with his dad and how people hate him in the town, Reader is new to Hawkins and is slightly spicy :) (talks back to teachers and jocks), Has a run in with jocks and kicks their ass, has a run in with Mr. Harrington who, well IS Mr. Harrington (talks down to her about being poor), Reader pokes fun at her own weight but not a whole lot and no one in the town talks to her about it negatively, mentions of a feeling abandoned by parent, argument between her and the boys... I think that's it.

Word Count: 13, 887

Steddie Masterlist/Donate to Me

"She's easy to love, oh, and easy to hate She tastes like a drug, and she feels just the same Bitter to the tongue, but a thrill for your brain A little bit crazy, but it's worth all the pain.

Her mind is a beautiful thing You never quite know what she thinks But if you're lucky, she just might let you see What hides behind nightmares and dreams."

“I’ve, um, I’ve never done that before.”, Steve murmurs from his spot on the edge of the bed while the buzz cut boy in front of him finished buckling his pants. 

“The making out part or the blow job part?”, Eddie asked with a crassness that had the other boy flinching. 

“All of it, I guess. I’ve made out with girls but never—”

“A handsome lad like myself?” When he cut him off, Steve flinched again causing the other boy to softly sigh before taking a seat beside him and placing his palm on his shoulder. “I get it. The first time I kissed a dude, my dad walked in at the same time and…let’s just say it didn’t go well…”

Steve’s honey irises scanned over Eddie’s face as his own eyes fell to the floor in front of them. 

“You did good…I mean like…it felt really good…having your lips…fuck, why can’t I talk?” He smirked when he heard the boy beside him chuckle. “Did you like it? I mean…how did it feel for you?”

“I like kissing you. Your lips taste good.”

“Yeah?”

Steve nods. 

“I also like the sounds you make. You, like, whimper when my head bobs—”

“I do not!”, Eddie shouts defensively, pushing his shoulder playfully. 

The other boy doesn’t miss a beat, grabbing his wrist just in time and yanking his mouth to his own. 

“What happens on Monday, Munson?”, he whispered as his forehead leaned against his.

“You tell me, Harrington. Do you still want to hang out with a freak like me?”

Steve cups Eddie’s cheeks and kisses him again, not wanting to let the boy go. 

“If you’re a freak, then so am I.”

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3 Years Later

Steve hated history class with a burning passion. 

He always struggled to remember dates and certain aspects of the material never made sense to him. Add in the fact that Mrs. Hill droned on and on with no inflection in her tone; everything just seemed to run together. 

He did his best though, taking notes and doing what he could to at least maintain a good average so he could keep playing basketball. 

Sports was his only outlet for all his stress.

Every time he focused on dunking the ball, he didn’t have to remember that his father kept reciting about his future and what he planned to do with it. With every finished lap in the pool, he would focus on bettering his time and not the fact that he was already bored of the last girl he took out on a date. 

Every cheer from the crowd in the stands made him forget that Tommy and Carol had bullied another kid from the debate team or that stupid fucking Hellfire Club.

With every win and applaud whether it be from the crowd at a game or keg stand at a party, he felt more like the king they claimed him to be and he could ignore the fact that he was incredibly bored with it all and how awful it genuinely made him feel. 

“Mr. Harrington?”

“Huh?”

“Care to answer my question?”

“What was the question?” 

The kids around him snicker, they think he’s joking so he smirks to cover the truth. 

“I see we still aren’t paying attention today, are we, Mr. Harrington?”

“She was asking if the introduction of music television like MTV was a positive or negative like MTV and violence in our society are mutually exclusive.” All eyes turned your way as you continued to absently doodle in your notebook. “If it did have any effect, at most it would chill people the fuck out.”

A couple of people gasped while Steve’s eyes widened. 

He had never seen you before let alone was aware you were even in the class. How could he not have when you were in his row 2 seats away?

“Miss…”, the teacher pauses as she looks at her clipboard. “Y/L/N. I know you’re new to the school so you may not entirely know the rules but I would assume most schools wouldn’t allow for language like that.”

“Oh, I apologize, Mrs. Hill. It’s probably the influence of all that MTV.”

At your sarcastic reply, you turn towards Steve and throw him a playful wink that actually has the king of Hawkins blushing. 

The bell rings and even as everyone throws their belongs in their bags to escape out the door, you slowly maneuver your books into your backpack before slinging it over one shoulder. 

“Hey, um, thanks for what you did in there.”

“Did I do something?”, you tease, heading into the hall with him in tow. 

“I’m not very good at history—”

“I noticed.”, you giggle, finally turning to give him your attention. Your eyes gradually take him in, from his expensive tennis shoes up over his tight jeans to the polo that hugged his waist. “I’m Y/N.”, you relay as you extend your hand out to him. 

Encapsulating it with his own, he sizes you up just as equally totally into the jeans torn at the knee and your converse with drawings all along the toes. 

“Steve. Steve Harrington.”

“Oh…the illustrious king.”, you sing with a smile and he swoons. “I’ve heard all about you.”

“All good I hope.”

“Let me just say, the whispers about your hair don’t do it justice.” The man laughs at your joke and you grin at the sound. “It’s nice meeting you, sire.”

***

Eddie exhaled smoke from his lips as he sat on the edge of his van in the back waiting for the school to clear out so he could meet the guys for their Hellfire meeting. 

He absolutely hated the student body who couldn’t manage to keep their destain hidden for even one second while they giggled and pointed his way as they passed. 

Even some of the men at the factory taunted Wayne for taking him in because he was such a “fuck up” and “bound to end up like his father”. His uncle hid the critiques but the employee’s children made sure to relay the information. 

“Fuck me!” 

Eddie’s eyes darted in the direction where the consistent swears were pouring out of your mouth as you kicked the front end of your car before lifting the hood. 

“Please…please, baby girl, don’t do this to me.”, you sigh as you scan the area, beautiful irises locking with his. “Hey, do you know anything about cars?”

When he theatrically looked around and pointed at himself you couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Yes, you, Hellfire. Do you know anything about cars?”, you asked again and this time he rose to his feet, slinking your way. 

“Um, I know a little bit. I can take a look.”

“Well, I do declare. Thank you, sir.”, you reply with an exaggerated accent that has him smirking your way as he takes off his jacket and tosses it aside. “I’m Y/N btw.”

“Eddie Munson.”

“Oh? Any relation to Wayne Munson?” The metalhead’s body straightened and you immediately sensed his defensive energy. “It’s just, I went to visit my dad to see how his first day of work was going and he was having lunch with his foreman leader with that name. He was very nice; shook my hand and called me ‘sweetheart’.”

Eddie grins softly as he focuses under your hood once more. 

“Yeah, that’s my uncle. He’s a good man like that. It looks like this thing here just needs a patch. I can fix it enough to get you home but it’s going to need a mechanic.”

“Great.”, you whine, watching as he heads back towards his van and digs around for a bit before returning with some tools. “So…what’s Hellfire? A theater troop or?”

“Ah, no, we’re a club filled with freaks who play D & D.”

“That’s cool. I can’t play that game to save my life but it’s fun to watch.”

“Pfft, you don’t have to pander to me, sweetheart, ok?”, he sasses, grunting as he begins working under your hood. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”, you ask as you fold your arms across your chest. 

“It means most women don’t know what D&D is let alone badass girls in Metallica t-shirts so I know you’re just being nice because I’m helping you. You don’t have to. I’m used to people treating me like weird.”

Your fingers suddenly wrap around his bicep as you force him to face you. 

“First off, you are incredibly defensive. I’m new in town and I AM trying to be nice especially since you’re doing something nice for me when you don’t have to. Secondly, I don’t think it’s weird or freaky to like Dungeons and Dragons. It’s a complex game with cool missions and shit that I can’t fucking understand but you seem to which makes you cool to me. And third…thank you for the compliment.”

As you grin wide at your last sentence, Eddie can’t help but be totally dumbfounded by you. You had to be a figment of his imagination, right? There’s no way a girl like you existed.

“You’re welcome. Thank you for saying I’m cool.”

“You’re welcome.” As soon as he’s done, you turn your key and the engine roars to life. “Oh my God, thank you, Eddie Munson. You are my hero. Would you like to have lunch with me tomorrow? My way of saying thank you properly.”

“Um, yeah, sure. I don’t eat in the cafeteria alot though. There’s a bench out in the forest by the campus.”

“Well, that doesn’t sound ominous.”, you joke, shouting thank you again before speeding away. 

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Steve couldn’t get you out of his mind for the rest of the night. 

He kept thinking about your ripped jeans and heavy metal shirt, your attitude and the way you effortlessly contradicted his teacher without any fear of consequence. Your smile and the way you laughed echoed through his ears, piercing his heart. He watched you during class that following day as you sketched in your notebook occasionally looking at the board as if you were paying attention.

Today, you had on black cargo pants with chains all along the pockets that clinked every time you moved with the same converse that seemed to have new doodles along the side. The matching black polo you were wearing hugged your curves and more than anything he realized he wanted to do the same. 

“Steven!”, Carol shouted as she waved her hand in front of his face. “Tommy’s been talking to you, man.”

“Oh, um, sorry.”, he mumbled as he glanced down at his uneaten lunch tray. “I’m just thinking about something.”

“About that new girl? I heard they moved here because she killed someone in her hometown.”

Steve rolled his eyes at his friend’s gossip. “Be careful with that one. Wouldn’t want you to end up on the news.”

Of course, as if on cue, your chains jingled as you walked by and out the side door. He didn’t even think twice as the jock casually rose to his feet, leaving his food and friends behind to catch up with you. 

“Hey, Y/N!”

“Hey there, Steve Harrington.”, you beam even as you continue to walk. 

“Where are you going?”

“I’m meeting a friend for lunch. Would you like to join?”

“Oh, um, yeah, sure. So, how do you like it here so far?”, Steve asked, cringing at his earnest energy. 

“It’s…alright. A lot of people here are pretty conservative and kind of assholes.”

“They definitely can be.”

“I saw you talking to a couple of ‘em. Tommy Hagan and Carol…something. I don’t know her last name. I just know she strongly believes it will one day be Hagan to.”, you laugh. “I heard them gossiping about one of the teachers.”

“Yeah they do that.”, Steve rolls his eyes. 

“Why do you hang out with them then?”

Your question wasn’t mocking nor did it carry an accusation. To him you sounded genuinely curious which is something he found incredibly fascinating.

“Honestly, I’m not sure. I guess because it’s better to be popular and appreciated than alone and hated.”

“You really think they appreciate you, sire?”, you ask sarcastically. “I assure you, they’d probably sell you out in a heartbeat. Alright, he said bench in the woods…”

“Who’s your friend?”, Steve inquired, head quirking at the word he.

“He helped me fix my car yesterday. He said his name was Eddie something. Eddie…”

“Munson.”, the popular boy finished for you just as the metalhead stepped from the path to come into view and their eyes locked. 

“Yeah, that’s it!”

***

“What the fuck are you doing here, Harrington? Get lost on your way to a party?”

“For your information, I was invited, burnout. What the fuck are you doing out here?”

“Um, do ya’ll know each other?”, you ask a bit more playfully than you meant it to sound.

“Oh, of course. Who doesn’t know our illustrious king of Hawkins High?”, Eddie replies sarcastically as he bows towards the other boy. “Thank you, sire, for gracing me and the lady with your presence.” 

Your eyes narrow in amusement as you watch them interact, placing yourself on the table and leaning back on your palms. 

“I’m sorry, I thought this was a free country and I could go wherever I please. Are any of the other freaks here? Wouldn’t want to embarrass them.”

“Wouldn’t want to be seen with them is more like it. Seriously, what the fuck are doing here? She invited me to lunch.”

“Well, she invited me to so…”

Both sets of annoyed eyes flash your way and you sit up to face them. 

“To be fair, I’m new here so I wasn’t aware that you two knew each other let alone had this intense rivalry—”

“I’d have to care for it to be a rivalry.”, Steve mumbled as he folded his arms across his chest. 

Eddie blinked before doing the same but you noticed the emotion flicker across his face. 

“Why did that bother you?”

“Huh?”

“He said he’d have to care and you made a face for a moment like that bothered you. I’m curious as to why.”, you explain, glancing towards the popular boy whose own features seem to reflect confusion before turning away in a huff. “Ooooh wait a second. Did you two date?”

Both men’s arms fall as they immediately get defensive especially Steve. 

“No! Pfft, I’m not into guys and if I was I wouldn’t date a freak like him!”

“Feelings mutual, Steven! If I wanted a pompous asshole in my life I’d of kept my dad around!”

“HEY! I’m nothing like your criminal father, Munson!”

“You may as well be with how much you fucking hurt me!” Steve flinched as he took one step back and Eddie did the same as he reached into his pocket to find his cigarettes. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I’m not hungry at the moment.”

With that the metalhead turned and stomped away leaving the popular boy to stare after him. 

“Sooooo you didn’t date but you definitely fucked, right?”

“This is all your fault!”, he shouted, turning on you so fast you couldn’t help but smile. “You’re like a fucking plague!”

“Oh, so you two didn’t have this tension before I came along?”

“NO! We never even fucking saw each other and that was ok!”

“But you never stopped thinking about him, huh?”, you smirk as you lay down flat on the table. “He definitely hasn’t stopped thinking about you.”

“Ugh, fuck you!”, he blurted angerly, stomping away in the opposite direction. 

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Eddie had pretty much been chain smoking cigarettes since yesterday afternoon choosing to skip school as he wondered the town. It wasn’t the first time he had thought about that night with Steve Harrington but it was the first time in a long time he actually felt the sting of it. 

Every time Steve went on a date with some girl or he caught him making out behind the bleachers, Eddie remembered. Any time Steve laughed at a stupid joke and scrunched his nose, showing off all of his teeth, Eddie remembered. When Garth would tell him about how Steve Harrington stood there and watched while Tommy Hagan pushed him into a locker, Eddie remembered. 

But he blocked out the pain with weed and partners of his own, till he was left semi-satisfied and numb. 

A part of him wished he could erase the entire memory of Steve Harrington but another part liked having that bit of feeling locked away in his pessimistic heart. 

“I said fuck off or I swear to God—”

“You swear to God what?”, a boy threatened just as the metalhead passed the alleyway next to the arcade. 

You were backed against the brick wall with some of the other jocks circling you. Your face glared up at them with defiance and Eddie swooned at your confidence. 

“I’ll break your fucking arm.”

“Oooo.”, he mocked but you didn’t falter. 

“Problem, boys?”, the long-haired man asked as he made his presence known. 

“This doesn’t concern you, Munson.”

“It does when you’re threatening one of my friends.”

At the declaration, he noticed a small smile twitch across your lips before they went back to being a thin line of anger. The jock in front of you gestured with his head towards Eddie. 

“This freak really someone you want to be associated with?”

“Rather a freak than a dick who doesn’t understand the word no.”

“People don’t say no to me.”

“Get used to disappointment.”

“Listen, baby, I can show you a thing or two—” Right as his arm lifted and his fingers just barely touched your hair, you took hold of the limb and bent it to the side causing the man to howl in pain before you ducked under him to quickly take hold of Eddie’s bicep. “You fucking bitch! You broke my arm!”

“I warned you. Come on, babe.”

Intertwining your fingers with his, you both bolted away from the jocks screams towards the trailer park. 

***

“Whew. Hang on a moment, I…I need to catch my breath…”, you pant as you lean your palms on your knees. 

“Do you want some water? Our trailer is right there.”, Eddie offered as he gestured towards his home and you nodded allowing him to lead. “My castle.”

“I like it.”, you grin as you take a look around. “You live here with your parents?”

“My uncle.”, he replied flatly, coming around the counter to hand you a glass that you sip as you watch him walk away. 

“Oh. When you said Wayne was your uncle, I didn’t realize you lived with him to.”

“Yup.” Eddie put emphasis on the P, popping his lips as he nods. 

“Where are your—”

“Jesus, you ask a ton of questions.”, he snaps, stomping towards what you assume is his bedroom and you hastily follow. 

“Forgive me for wanting to get to know my friend. Why are you so defensive!?”

“Look, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, people in this town fucking hate me so I’m always on edge when someone asks questions trying to ‘get to know me’. No one wants to know me.”

“Wayne doesn’t hate you. I don’t hate you. Those kids in your little Hellfire thing don’t hate you. Steve doesn’t hate you.” The metalhead snorts out a laugh as he glares towards his wall and sits on his bed. “He doesn’t. He’s mad at you about something but I can tell…he doesn’t hate you.”

“What the fuck would he have to be mad at me for?! I didn’t do fucking anything to him!”

“I’m just telling you what I see.”

“Well, you’re wrong.”

Your eyes take him in before you sit beside him and cross your legs on his mattress. 

“I’m sorry for asking so many questions. I’m aware that I’m inquisitive. I think it has something to do with my parents always hiding things and my mom being shady. That’s why we moved here. My dad wanted him and I to have a fresh start.” 

Eddie’s irises meet yours with a softness you appreciate. 

“I’m sorry for snapping. I am very defensive. People in this town have been calling me a freak since I was a kid, even after my mother died.”

“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry.”

He shrugs at your kindness and a heavy sigh leaves his lips.

“Hey, um, do you want to get high?”

***

“I didn’t break his arm!”, you cackle as Eddie snickers through his teeth before taking another hit. “At most I sprained it. I’m not the fucking Bionic Woman.”

“Dude, the fact that you could even do that is amazing. Be prepared though with basketball season, some people in this town will be pissed.”

“Look, I warned him. I don’t pander to people.”

“No, you don’t.”, he murmurs softly, passing you the joint with a smile that you match. 

“I like this side of you, Munson. Calm…happy…”

“I like hanging out with you, Y/L/N. It’s been a while since I smoked with someone I liked talking to.”

“Not even your friends?”, you ask as you pass the weed back to him. 

“I like my friends I just don’t really open up to them, you know? To be fair, no one in my life asks as many questions as you do.”, he chuckles, smile growing when you laugh. 

“It’s a blessing and a curse. I notice everything.”, you jest as your eyes widen in playful horror. “Kind of like how I noticed that chemistry yesterday between you and Mr. Harrington.”

“Ooooh…”, Eddie groans, scrunching his nose in slight disgust as he tries to roll away before you grab his shoulder to keep him still. “Do we have to talk about that shit?”

“No, my love, we don’t have to.”

At the term, his eyebrow quirks your way and he exhales, placing the joint in the ashtray on his shelf. 

“We were never together…Never really even got a chance to be…”, the metalhead began as you both stared at the ceiling while the acoustic guitar emitting from his stereo continued to play softly. “It was near the end of our freshman year at some party one of the upper classmen were throwing. I was trying to hide but found him on a bed alone in a room. I remember he looked so heartbroken. 

He said something about how he didn’t want to be there because his dad had yelled at him before he came. I don’t know what you’ve heard about Bill Harrington but he’s a fucking asshole.”

“I haven’t heard anything.”, you answer, feeling him nod in affirmation beside you. 

“He looked so heartbroken.”, Eddie repeated causing you to shift your gaze to look his way. “I don’t know where the confidence came from but we just talked and I told him everything would be ok while I played with his hair.”

“That soft, fluffy thing he’s got going on.”

“Yeah.”, he chuckles, feeling your body move until your head was laying on his chest. 

“I bet he felt safe with you.” Your words were muffled by his shirt, his eyes closing when your arm laid across his belly to hug him tighter. 

“Yeah. I, uh, he wanted to make it up to me…for me listening and being there…I told him he didn’t have to…b-but he insisted.”

At his strained breathing, you lifted your head onto your chin so you could see his face. 

“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.” Eddie nodded as your hand cupped his cheek, lowering your lips to his gently, feeling his body come to life. “Do you want to touch me?”, you whisper, smiling when he nods dragging the tip of his nose along yours. 

Lifting his palm to your mouth, you tenderly kissed the pads of his index and middle finger causing a little groan to emit from his throat as he pushed up onto his elbow to bring his lips to yours again. A moan of your own filled his ears and he realized then you had placed his hand on your breast. 

Leaving him to play, you released him from your grip, laying your palm on the bulge in his jeans and feeling his warm breath heat your cheek as his lips trailed down your neck. 

“Do you want to touch my pussy, Eddie? Tell me.”, you command when he nods. 

“I wanna—fuck—I want to touch your pussy, sweetheart, please.”

Slowly, you unbutton your jeans and push them down your chunky limbs, tossing them on his floor and throwing one of your legs over his hip that he promptly clings to so he can bring it high up his form allowing you to be as close to him as possible. 

“What about you?”, you tease.

“Oh, shit. Yeah, I mean…”, he stutters out as he fumbles with his belt buckle and sloppily pushes down his own pants to his ankles. “Sorry. I’m a lot smoother than this.”

“Of course you are.”

Lifting one of his eyebrows in amusement, he obnoxiously runs his thick tongue along the entirety of his palm and reaches between your legs to rub his fingers through your folds. 

“God, you’re so wet.”

Biting your bottom lip, you place your hand in front of his mouth and he smirks before licking it. You scoot your body closer to his till your chests are just barely touching and his jaw goes slack when you take hold of his cock, pumping him at a gradual pace. 

“So are you.”, you joke when your run your thumb over his tip and feel the precum that had already begun to stain his sheets. “Fuck, Eddie, your dick is so big.”

“Yeah, baby, it is but you can take it, right?” As he asked his question, the metalhead guided two of his fingers inside of your entrance and his cock twitched at the feeling of your breath as you panted at the feeling against his lips. “Yeah, sweetheart, you can take it. Fuck, you’re tight.”

Your rhythm began to hasten and he matched your energy, moaning along with you as you built each other up. 

“Do you want to fuck me, Eddie?”

“Yes, pretty girl, I want to fuck you.”

“How do you wanna fuck me, Eddie?”

“Jesus.”

Your nose grazed his as you smiled and whispered. “Tell me, baby. Will it be hard?”

“So fucking hard. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for weeks.”

“Atta boy. Do you—mmm—do want me to ride your cock or do you want me on my back? How about on my hands and—”

Eddie’s mouth cut you off as they crashed to yours and he pushed you onto your back while slotting himself between your legs. You didn’t hesitate when you wrapped them around his waist and after lining up his tip with your cunt, began guiding himself inside you. 

“Oh my God.”, you whimper, your nails dragging deliciously down his back. 

“Your pussy is just…pulling me in…fuck…”, he grunts, his head falling beside yours. “I don’t know how long I’m going to last.”

“Fuck me, Eddie, like you told me. Fuck me—ah—fuck me hard, baby.”

Pushing up a bit, he allows his forehead to rest on yours as he takes hold of your wrists and presses them above you while honoring your request. 

“Yes, Eddie, please. You feel so good.”

Your eyes roll shut as his cock stretches you open and consistently hits that sensitive spot inside you. A whimper escaped you when you suddenly felt pressure on your clit, realizing then he was trying desperately to feel you cum. 

You moaned his name repeatedly till the ball in your belly dropped and you screamed so loud the metalhead was sure his uncle would get complaints tomorrow morning but he didn’t care. 

“Where…where can I…”

“Inside…inside…”

With your permission along with your pussy milking him as your high slowly descended, Eddie grunted followed by a couple more choppy thrusts before you felt him painting your walls. 

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

You exhaustedly smile as he collapses on top of you, his lips lazily leaving tender kisses along your jawline.

“I’ll say.”, you tease lightly, shakily lowering your arms to circle around him. 

“Do…do you need…anything? Water? S-Shower?”, he asked in a groggy tone that had you craning your neck to notice his eyes were closed as he began falling asleep. 

“No, Eddie, I’m alright.” His lips continued to move making your smile grow as you caressed some of his messy hair away from his sweaty forehead. “I can’t hear you, babe.”

“I said…don’t…please…don’t…ignore me after tonight…”, the metalhead rushed out as he sighed before fully falling asleep in your arms. 

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Throughout the next couple of days, Steve continued to watch you from afar. 

During your lunch, you came into the cafeteria late and for your remaining period, sat with Eddie and his friends without getting any food. He was curious if you just didn’t have the funds to eat which seemed to not only bother him but the long-haired boy as well when he noticed as soon as you sat down, he appeared to ask you something before handing you a bag of whatever was in his lunchpail. 

During your classes, you always seemed a bit reserved but you engaged during conversations and debates which he found amusing. In your chemistry class, you excitedly mixed chemicals that began to smoke up the room causing you and your partner to laugh while the teacher scurried around opening windows. 

When you interacted with people, you visually appeared closed off but he would listen to you ask questions telling him you were indeed listening. Some of the jocks would pass by and say something snarky and you would reply equally so with little to no hesitation. 

One day, he followed you home in your beat-up car that wasn’t too far from the school as you turned into one of the lower income neighborhoods. 

Your eyes seemed to change when you walked up to your front door and to him you almost seemed sad. Someone he wasn’t able to see greeted you when you entered but he had to convince himself to cut his snooping off here because climbing up to a stranger’s window crossed a line ignoring the fact that he already followed you in his car like some creepy stalker. 

The next day after school, he was able to focus on basketball practice and was thankful for the distraction. What he wasn’t prepared for was you sitting in the bleachers with a smile and a small wave. 

“What are you doing here?”, he asked after running towards you. 

“It’s nice to see you to, Steve Harrington. I hope you’re well.”, you sass, rolling your eyes when all he does is stand there. “I, um, I wanted to apologize if I made you uncomfortable the other day. I seriously didn’t know you two knew each other and it’s been brought to my attention I’m a bit too inquisitive—”

“You are.”, Steve interrupts and you sigh in jest.

“I’m sorry, alright? You were the first person to really talk to me here and you’re one of the few jock assholes in this town who ISN’T an asshole so…”

“Harrington! Let’s go, kid!”, the coach yells and the boy flashes him an ok symbol with his palm before tossing a smirk your way. 

“I forgive you. I’m sorry for getting defensive and all that.”

“I forgive you.”, you beam, shooing him playfully with your hands as he runs back onto the court. 

While you watch him practice, you can’t help but bite your bottom lip to stifle the grin from widening on your face when you notice him showing off for what you assume is you. 

Everything changed however when the gym door opened and a man in an expensive looking business suit clacked his equally expensive looking shoes across the court before stopping as his piercing irises take in the boys in front of him. 

Steve’s gaze shifted towards him giving him pause and one of the other men on the court effortlessly swiped the ball from his hand to make the basket causing the well-dressed man to shake his head and chuckle. 

“Hey, dad, what, uh, what are you doing here? Everything ok?”, the pretty boy asked after jogging towards him. 

“Yes, of course. Jesus.”, he continues a bit callously. “I was just in the neighborhood and thought I’d come watch my son practice.”

“Um, okay, but I don’t think you’re allowed—”

“Nonsense! Is it alright if I watch for a bit, coach?”

“Sure, Bill, no problem.”

“Ah, that’s Mr. Harrington, actually.”

As his father laughs, Steve cringes as he glances towards you in embarrassment, his face turning a darker shade when he sees you looking them both over with those inquisitive eyes. 

Taking his place back on the court, everything changes as he makes mistake after mistake, cursing under his breath with each failed shot or swiped ball. His final straw was when he tried to block another player and was pushed so hard he fell backwards. 

“Wow are you alright?”, you ask, extending your hand that he doesn’t take, clutching his elbow instead. “Steve? Are you ok?”

“Well, son, I must say, I’ve seen you play better.”, Mr. Harrington sighs, not even glancing his way as his eyes focus on his pager. “Alright, I have to head back to the office but—”

“Are you seriously not going to ask how he is?”, you interrupt. “He just got knocked over and hit the ground pretty hard.”

His dad freezes before turning to run his eyes down your frame, snickering at the blue jeans with drawings on the thigh and your Hellfire shirt Eddie had given you that you had cut into making it your own. The symbol was left untouched but you snipped the sleeves turning it into a tank top allowing your flabby arms their time in the sun while showing off your “Do or do not there is no try” tattoo.

“I’m sorry and you are?”

“A decent human being.”, you snap back, placing your hands on your hips. “And you are?”

The players around you gasp as they whisper to each other and Steve hastily rises to his feet, raising a hand to assure you he’s fine when you try to help. 

“This is Bill Harrington…my father…”

“Interesting. I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone introduce their parents that way.”

“Steven, who is this girl—”

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N and I can speak for myself unlike you.”

“Miss Y/L/N—”

“No, no, coach, it’s alright.”, his father assures, raising his hand towards the man just as Steve had. “I’ve heard of your family, Miss Y/L/N. Well, you and your father. This town is small enough you hear all the gossip especially when someone new moves in the slums of Hawkins.”

“If that’s the slums, I’d hate to see the over exaggerated, God-y side of town you live on.”

“I live in comfort with my wife and son. I don’t have to work at the factory for 12hrs a day to not even make ends meet.”

“Not really something I’d brag about, Mr. Harrington; the fact that other people struggle while you live above them in your undeserved, selfish luxury.”

He laughs again as he takes steps towards you and you feel Steve’s fingers twitch beside.

“Dad…”

“Shut up, Steven.”, he growls before pointing his finger in your face. “I know girls like you, Miss Y/L/N. You grow up with that sarcastic attitude that screams confidence but the truth is, little girl, you’re just as scared as the rest of them if not more so. You’ll graduate and tell yourself you’ll achieve something great but you won’t. You’ll be stuck here with a husband who hates you and kids that won’t stop screaming, working a job you hate till you’re old and gray.”

Steve feels the anger vibrate through you as everything in his body tells him to back away. He half expected you to ignite and come back with a snarky quip that would leave his father emotionally wounded for weeks to come. 

Suffice it to say, he definitely wasn’t prepared when your palm grabbed the jock’s sweaty collar and brought his lips to yours. Again, he heard the gasps of the people around him and felt the wind of his father backing away but all of that was overshadowed by the delicious taste of your mouth on his. 

Just as he lifted his palm to cup your cheek, you pushed him back and smiled towards his dad. 

“At least I’ll be stuck here with your family growing old and gray in luxury.”

***

Practice ended after your display and Steve didn’t acknowledge his dad’s angry shouts after him as he ran to follow you as you hastily exited out the back door. 

As an apology, he bought you a burger that you two shared on the other side of lover’s lake sitting on the trunk of his BMW. 

“Are you sure it’s ok that I sit up here? Wouldn’t want daddy to yell at you if he finds a dent because of my fat ass.”

“You don’t have a fat ass and yes, it’s fine.”, he sighs with a smile, sliding onto his feet and reaching down to grab some grass so his hands had something to fiddle with. “I’m really sorry for him. He had no right to belittle you like that.”

“It’s ok. I’m kind of used to it with my smart mouth.”, you chuckle, grumbling the wrapper that had once housed your food. “When Eddie mentioned your father was an asshole, I didn’t expect that though.”

“He talked to you about me?”

Your eyebrows quirked upward with a smirk. 

“I said he mentioned your dad.”

“What, uh, what did he say?”

“That your dad was an asshole.”, you laugh and he does the same. “He said you two had spent time together at a party and you didn’t want to be there cause of your dad. Something he said…”

“Hm. Is that all he told you?”, Steve asked with a bitterness you picked up on. 

“He just said ya’ll spent the evening together and then you hurt him. I put two and two together.”

“I didn’t--!”, he cut himself off as he fumed and faced away from you. “…hurt him. He’s the one…” When he turned back to look at you, he saw a softness that reminded him of that night and that terrified him. “It doesn’t matter.”

The BMW thunks loudly back into place as your body slides down and your hands grasp his, pulling him towards the water. 

“Come on.”

“Come on, what? Go swimming? We don’t have any—”

“Yes swimming and I refuse to believe King Steve has never skinny dipped before.” You see the apprehension in his eyes and grin tenderly as you take a couple of steps closer to him, still clinging to his palms. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to or tell me anything you don’t want to. I’d be happy to place a new dent on the hood and we can talk about…I don’t know…basketball.”

He chuckles at your joke, nodding his head towards the lake as he releases you to take off his shirt, doing his best to keep his eyes focused ahead as you do the same thing. He takes a note that you keep your matching bra and panties on as you squeal in delight before jumping in so he keeps his underwear on as well before following after. 

“Fuck this water is cold!”

“Yeah, that’s normal.”

You playfully push his shoulder as you both laugh while you swim a little further out but when he hears you hiss, he quickly swims to your side. 

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I just stepped on a rock, I think. Ow.”

“Well, um, here. I know this lake pretty well…” Your eyes narrow as he takes your arms and legs to circle around him before he realizes what he just insinuated. “No! I meant…shit…the swim team and I practice out here sometimes and—”

“Steve! It’s ok. I’m not judging you.” 

Nodding, you feel his eyes studying your face as you look around the area and up towards the stars that had begun to paint the night sky.

“That night at the party three years ago? My dad had given me a lecture about being a man.” At the sound of his voice, you focused on him once more as his irises seemed to be focusing on the memory within a void. “His examples were basically everything I’m not and I couldn’t stop thinking about it when my mom dropped me off. I tried but… I wanted to be alone so I hid but then Eddie came in.”

Steve hadn’t moved since he took you in his arms and the two of you waded in the water as he continued. 

“It all just fell out of my mouth like I couldn’t hold it in anymore and he listened to every word without interrupting or critiquing me.”

“While he played with your hair?”

His eyes finally met yours and when he didn’t see any mocking, he nodded his head. 

“I felt so safe and comfortable and when I was done venting I felt so much better. I wanted him to feel good to… I don’t know why…I had never done anything like that before.”

“What did you do?”

Steve whispered it so low that you knew the only reason you heard it was because you were currently clinging to him with your ear near his lips. 

“I sucked his cock.”

As he closed his eyes, you cupped his cheeks and gently kissed his forehead. 

“I loved everything about it, honey. The way he held my hand and my hair, the moans he made when my throat gagged around him, and—fuck—the way Eddie whimpered my name.”

Your fingers twirled into the hair near the base of his neck as your lips trailed down his nose and hovered just above his mouth. 

“What happened after? Why are you both so angry?”

Steve shakes his head as he abruptly cups your cheek to roughly kiss your lips, groaning at the taste of you once more with his tongue passionately searching for yours. 

You smiled as his grip tightened to an almost bruising degree. 

“Do you wanna fuck me, Steve Harrington?”

He doesn’t verbally respond but you feel his free hand that’s clinging to your waist reach between you to move your panties to the side. 

“Answer me, Stevie.”

“Yes, I want to fuck you. Please, baby.”, he begs, his hold on you returning when he feels you reach down to effortlessly glide your palm into his boxers and free his cock eliciting a soft moan. 

“Of course, the king has a big dick.”, you tease making him bite his lip to try and conceal his pride filled grin. Your gaze shifts to the void but you feel him watching you as you guide his length into entrance. “Oh, wow.”

“Fuck.”

Licking your lips, you utilize his shoulders and neck for leverage as you roll your hips, allowing your pussy to take him in inch by inch. 

“Jesus…you and Eddie are going to ruin me…”

At your whispered words, his fingers on your waist twitched.

“You fucked Eddie?” You nod. “What did it feel like?”

Your eyes open as you assess his features but when he hugs you tighter to him allowing his cock to fully rest inside you, you realize then that he’s not jealous but genuinely curious. 

“So good, Steve. He—fuck—held my wrists above my head w-while he fucked me so hard.”

Water had gradually begun to swish around you both as you steadily rode him wishing you had more to stabilize you. The jock sees your wish and swims with you still in his grasp towards the bank, climbing out and lightly tapping your ass to signal for you to let him go. 

With his hand in yours, he brings you to the hood of the BMW, spinning you around, and lightly pushing your front half against the cool metal.

“Oh f-fuck.”, you mewled as he slides effortlessly back into your core and thrust his hips allowing the smacks of skin against skin to fill the quiet area. 

Chest hair tickles your back as he leans over you and his palm firmly grips your throat while his other arm circles around to your tummy.

“Tell me more…please…”

“H-He—”

“Who?”, he asked gruffly making you smile. 

“Eddie’s thick cock stretched m-me open. He was—oh my—making a mess before we even got started…his cum leaking w-while I stroked him with my hand...”

At your last couple of words, Steve watched as you dragged your tongue along the pads of your fingers before reaching between your legs to match his pace as you rubbed your clit. 

“Cum inside me, Steve, just like he did.”

The man grunted at your request, pushing up to his full height as he pounded his length so deep inside you that you swore you could feel him in your stomach. Your cunt clenched tightly around him and his mouth fell open at the feeling as you came panting his name. 

Fingers tangled in your hair and he pulled you upright to kiss your lips as he chased his own high. It didn’t take long, his strong arms wrapping around your waist and chest to hold you to him as his rhythm faltered releasing his seed inside you. 

“Fuck.”, he exhaled as his forehead rested on your shoulder.

“Don’t die on me, Harrington.”, you joked, smirking when he huskily laughed. 

Neither of you moved while he continued to cling to you as if you’d disappear the moment he let you go. 

“Steve?”

“Hm.”

“I’m cold.”

“Shit! Fuck, honey, I’m…” After carefully pulling out, you watched him scurry to his trunk, digging through it, and slamming it shut before running back around to wrap a towel around your shoulders. “I’m sorry. Let me grab…grab your clothes…”

You gently smile as your eyes follow him as his confidence vanishes and he fumbles over grass to hunt for both sets of outfits the two of you had discarded so recklessly. He seemed different like this…less uptight…less like a boy playing pretend and more of who you imagined he genuinely was. 

“Here, um, let me…” You allow him to dress you which seems to make him happier as his own smirk grows, his palms occasionally caressing your skin before leaving a kiss. 

When he finishes, you see a glimmer of a question start to form as his lips part before they immediately shut and form into a thin line. 

You don’t know what it is but Steve does and to be honest no matter what your answer is he knows it doesn’t matter because of what happened the last time he asked. 

“So what happens on Monday?”

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To their surprises, not much changed after they were intimate with you beside the fact that you spent a fair amount of time with them, separately of course. 

You watched Eddie play his most recent gig at The Hideout and banged your head while all the other patrons ignored them like usual. You went to his trailer often discussing movies and music you both liked while smoking and relaxing. 

One Saturday, you showed up at an away game and cheered Steve on as he ran up and down the court leading Hawkins High in victory. He took you to the “cute little theater” as you called it to watch the new Indiana Jones movie where you clung to his arm to cover your eyes as some guy’s heart got ripped out of their chest. 

Over the next month, you took the time to get to know them better but both men felt like you were keeping them at a distance when it came to personal things involving you. When you were in their bed your pillow talk was minimal to say the least and the only time they got a glimpse into your life was when you casually dropped things into conversation, breezing past it as if it meant nothing. 

“I love this record. Roberta Flack’s voice is gorgeous.”

“Yeah it is. My mom loved soft music like this.”, Eddie beamed as he leaned back on his palms. “What kind of music did your parents introduce you to?”

“Well, my father liked The Police, the band not the conformist bunch of pigs.”, you clarify making the metalhead laugh as he reached for a pack of cigarettes nearby. “My mom always listened to The Rolling Stones which makes senses seeing as how she never seemed to be satisfied.”

The metalhead paused just before lighting the stick between his teeth at the sad drop in your tone right as you smiled and started to sing, “Telling my whole life…with his words…killing me softly…”

“What are you reading?”, Steve asks, having been staring at you with a little smile from his desk where you commanded he finish his homework for history. 

“Don’t get distracted, Harrington.”

“I’m not. I’m just curious.” You flash him the cover as he reads it out loud. ‘Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant.’ Hm, sounds interesting. What’s it about?”

“Uh, it’s about kids who have to learn how to deal with life after their dad abandoned their family.”

Something about the way you say that breaks his heart as his head tilts. 

“Thankfully, you have your dad, right?”

“Yeah…thankfully.” You pause as your eyes shift into the void before glancing towards his sympathy filled irises.  “Hey! Stop getting distracted! Focus, Harrington!”, you giggle, tossing your shoe lightly towards him. 

Neither man had to interact with the other but occasionally their eyes would meet as one of them would nod or turn their head in the opposite direction and you had stopped asking questions about their moment 3 years ago which they each found amusing that you no longer wanted pry. 

You three fell into an odd routine that felt seamless but you were different, they knew that. 

There was only so long monotony could be tolerated in a small town like Hawkins. Something always happened to shake up any routine and with you not being from around there, they imagined it would hit you sooner rather than later. 

After a month and a half of knowing you, it finally did.

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Steve wasn’t immediately concerned when he showed up for class and you weren’t there making a mental note to look for you throughout the day and if he didn’t see you, to call you when he got home. 

It wasn’t until he got to lunch and noticed Eddie’s intense eyes scanning the room that he became concerned. When they found his own, relief painted the metalhead’s face but quickly disappeared when he realized you weren’t with him. 

After murmuring something to the table, he threw on his leather jacket and hastily flew out the side door, smoke leaving his mouth at his sigh in the cold air when he heard shoes crunching against the leaves that had begun to fall from behind him. 

“Fuck off, Harrington.”

“You don’t know where she is either, do you?”, he inquired, buttoning his letterman while he powerwalked to keep up with the other man’s long stride. “Should we be worried?”

“We? No, Steven, WE aren’t anything.”

“Hey!”, Steve scolds, grabbing and pulling at Eddie’s arm to make him stop. “Look, I know we aren’t fucking friends and you fucking hate me but I care about her to, ok? Let’s just find her, make sure she’s alright, and then we can go back to ignoring each other.”

“Yeah, whatever.”, the other boy grumbles, silently allow him to follow to the table to find it empty. “Shit.”

“I mean…it’s just one day right? We can call her and—”

“Do you know where she lives?”, Eddie asked a bit abruptly causing the jock to blink in surprise. 

“Um, yeah. I, um, passed by her house once—”

“You followed her home.”, he declared as he began to march back towards his van. 

“Um…”

“You think I didn’t notice you follow me home at the start of sophomore year? I live out in the middle of nowhere surrounded by people who drive their houses. A BMW stands out.”

Steve blushes in embarrassment, completely ignoring the fact that he was currently climbing into the passenger seat of Eddie Munson’s van. 

“Don’t worry. The windows are tinted so Tommy and Carol won’t see you with the freak.”

Ignoring his comment, the man folds his arms as the long-haired boy begins to drive with Steve giving him directions. 

“Why didn’t you say anything? About me following you?”

“When would I have done that? When you were ignoring me with your asshole friends or when I was consoling MY friend after Hagan punched him in the stomach with you laughing right next him?”, Eddie spat, shaking his head. “It didn’t fucking matter. What I didn’t understand was why you even bothered.”

“I…I wanted to…whatever. You’re right it doesn’t matter.”

The metalhead’s eyes leave the road to glance towards the pretty boy who exhaled as he glared out the window. 

***

“Hey, may I help you?”, your father asked sweetly as he opened the door to their knock dressed in a manner that reminded Eddie of his uncle. 

“We, uh, we were wondering if Y/N was here?”

“Um, she is but she’s not really…she’s been in her room all day and…she doesn’t really seem to want any company.”

“We’re her friends, sir. I’m Steve Harrington and this is Eddie Munson—”

“Munson? Wayne’s nephew?” His entire demeanor brightens when the boy nods. “I’ve heard so much about you. Come in, come in.”, he ushers with his hand. “I’m actually about to see him. I’m…pulling some overtime tonight so… I’m sorry, son, but I don’t think I’ve meet your parents.”, he sighs after shaking his hand and turning to do the same with Steve.

“Oh no worries, sir. My father isn’t the friendly type. My mom comes and goes. They work for the Harrington Company that owns a few of the business within Indiana.”

“What are you two doing here?”

All three men turn towards the hallway at the sound of your voice and the smell hits Eddie immediately as the odor of cigarettes and weed linger on your shirt that seemed two sizes too big even on your chunky frame. 

If your father noticed, he didn’t make any indication as he beamed widely.

“Hey, baby. How are you feeling? Your friends are here to see you.”

“They aren’t my friends.”, you hiss with a monotone that has them tilting their heads. 

“What’s with the attitude, Y/N?”

“I’m tired, dad.”, you growl as he presses his fingers into his eyes. 

“Look, I don’t have time for this. I have to get to work. There’s food in the fridge and I should be home around 6am.”

“Fine. Take them with you.”

“No.”, he scolds as he pushes his hat onto his head. “You want to be rude to your guests that’s fine but I won’t. Have a good night.”

With that, he flashes them a grim smile before stomping out his front door. 

Silence fills the living room, your annoyance at their presence filling the tension to an almost suffocating degree. 

Eddie knows this game…He’s played it with his uncle a few times especially after he first moved in. 

Whoever speaks first loses. 

You hadn’t moved from your spot since you came into the room but when the metalhead took a step forward, Steve noticed your body flinch. It was subtle as if you don’t want to let on that it had happened. You didn’t appear frightened but more so prepared like someone who was at the starting point of a marathon. 

Your eyes followed him as he fully entered your living room that was currently being illuminated by the hanging light in the kitchen both men passed. Your house wasn’t big so it was perfect to show off the modest set up of the bulky television in front of an even bulkier couch. 

Pictures lined the wall that had Eddie smirking assuming the girl within was a smaller version of you. Steve detoured towards your kitchen noticing that the cupboards were relatively empty except for a few things here and there. Within the fridge was the food your father had mentioned along with a few cans of Coke, bottles of water, and a couple of packs of beer. 

Rolling your eyes, you turn to head back down the hallway and they exchange a glance before following. 

Throwing yourself on the bed, you collect the pipe near the edge and light the bowl, taking a deep inhale and blow smoke in their direction. 

“I’m surprised you two are here together with how much you hate each other.”

“Yeah well, you’re ours and we were worried since you didn’t show up for school.”

A snarky laugh leaves your lips as you theatrically throw your head back. 

“Oh wow. I was gone for one day and you both came-a-runnin’ with the person you hate. That’s so fucking funny.” 

“It really is. It’s so fucking funny especially since  apparently we aren’t friends.”, Eddie replies casually, taking off his jacket and tossing it aside. 

“Don’t take that off, you won’t be here long.”

“Jesus.”, Steve sighs as he chuckles and leans back against your dresser. “So much venom in her words today.”

“Fuck off, Steven. Jesus.”, you mime, rolling your eyes. “You small town boys fuck one city girl and you think she belongs to you.”

“Are you a city girl, Y/N? We wouldn’t know. You don’t talk about yourself.”

“Like you fucking care.”, you spit. “You’re going to leave anyway.”

At your mumbled words, Eddie stalks towards you and yanks the pipe from your hand. You don’t argue, allowing your palms to fall into your lap. 

“Why do you think that? What happened, Y/N? Did he say something to make you think we would?”

“Oh, fuck you, Munson. How do I know you didn’t?!”

“Because you’ve done it before!! Let’s not pretend you’re the good guy here! You’re a popular douchebag who bullies my friends and fucks anything with legs!”

Steve pushes off your dresser and stalks his way, placing himself chest to chest with the other boy. 

“Don’t act like you fucking know me, Eddie. You have no idea what I’ve been through these past three years. You think…” The jock cuts himself short as he shifts his gaze your way and realized your sad eyes were watching everything unfold. He recognized something within them, pain. The unraveling of a relationship that seemed so perfect but ultimately failed. “You heard from your mom didn’t you?”, he whispers.

The long-haired boy hears you sniffle as you wipe your eyes and defiantly raise your chin. 

“No. I never hear from her…My dad and I weren’t worth her time…That’s why she ran off with some twenty something preppy fucker without so much as a fucking goodbye. That’s why my dad became so depressed he lost his job because he couldn’t get out of bed. That’s why I’m stuck here in this stupid fucking town with stupid fucking men who can’t admit that they fucking care about each other.”

You rose to your feet and grabbed a crumpled piece of paper from your desk, smacking it into Eddie’s chest. 

“That’s why she sends letters to only my father saying she doesn’t have enough money to send him for me but she can go to the fucking Bahamas with her boyfriend.” Shaking your head, you climb back onto the mattress and cross your legs. “Relationships are stupid. That’s why it’s just best to be alone. You two know that better than anyone.”

Steve’s eyes flutter closed as he places his hands on his hips. 

“I wrote you a letter.” No one in the room moves or breathes… “You, Edward Munson, I wrote you a letter. That Monday morning, I slipped it into your locker and waited for you to show up. When you didn’t I went looking for you and found you with your friends…fucking laughing…I assumed at me…like ‘Can you believe Steve Harrington actually sucked me off and thought it meant anything.’”

When the jock found the courage to open them again they met the other boy’s wide confused eyes. 

“Steve, I didn’t get a letter.”

“Don’t fucking—”

“I’m not lying.”, Eddie cut him off aggressively as if the implication hurt him. “I rarely went to my locker but when I did for lunch to grab my D&D campaign my locker was empty. Fucking Principal said we had to clean them out before…shit…”, he sighed, rubbing his palms over his face at a sudden realization. “It was that mandatory six week clean out especially for certain kids like me who kept bullshit in the locker. Higgins always insisted the school had to look “presentable” and hated that papers would stick out at the bottom.”

“Fuck me. It didn’t even occur to me…I never used my locker so I was never on that list…”

Your irises bounced between them as they avoid each other’s.

“What did it say? The letter?”

“It doesn’t matter now.”

“No, it does. I hadn’t heard from you all day so on Tuesday I went looking for you and I heard you making fun of me with Tommy outside on the patio. I thought that’s why… that you decided to stick with your image…”

“No, Eddie, God, no. I…fuck…I was so upset with you and hurt. I had no one to talk to…”

“So, talk to me. Tell me what it said.”

Steve let out a breath as he shook his head, glancing your way to see that you were paying attention appearing almost…hopeful. 

“It was so long ago. I think it was something like…’Eddie, thank you for being there for me when I needed someone. Most of my life I’ve felt like I don’t really belong anywhere and I’m never enough but you showed me that isn’t true. I don’t have to be a ‘king’ or popular. I don’t have to be some asshole like my dad. I can just be Steve. 

A freak.’”

Both men laugh before his eyes fully lock with the metalhead across from him and he moves his body till his nose is inches from his own. 

“I don’t care what anyone thinks and I want to see where this relationship can take us. Hopefully far away from Hawkins where we can be happy. If you feel the same meet me in the bathroom by the gym during lunch so we can talk and I can kiss your lips. 

Steve.”

Eddie’s palms cupped his cheeks as he surged towards him crashing his mouth to his own. One of the jock’s hands clung to his face just below his ear while his other arm wrapped around his waist. 

For three years, they both thought of this moment. They craved it desperately under the anger and pain leaving the other to dream about their encounter at night. 

To Steve, Eddie still tasted the same but his kisses were bolder, driven now by experience. 

To Eddie, Steve’s tongue was better than he remembered and he lightly moaned at the feeling of being pressed against him as their cocks grazed through their jeans. 

When they finally pulled away, they didn’t go far as the pretty boy chased the metalhead’s lips before choosing to rest his forehead on Eddie’s as they tried to catch their breath. 

“I missed you…so much…That’s why I drove to the trailer park, baby. I just wanted…to see you.”

The long-haired boy exhales as he absorbs his words, words he had always desperately wanted to hear and thought he never would. 

The sound of squeaking fills their ears and the turn in time to see you curling up into a ball on your side facing your wall on the bed. 

You were so happy for them but your internal dialogue was whispering about how they wouldn’t have to be alone. They could ignore you now and focus on each other. You waited for the inevitable sounds of them walking out of your room hand in hand as you cried yourself to sleep. 

Your frame didn’t stir when you felt your comforter being pulled up over your hip and the sound of your bedroom lights being turned off. Something sounding like plastic hitting plastic had you trying to identify the noise until a soft voice followed by acoustic playing made you realize it was cassettes being moved around. 

You heard more movement, like a jacket being removed and shoes hitting the floor before your mattress dipped on both sides and you were suddenly encased in warmth. 

Eddie’s soft eyes met yours as his arm slid under your pillow below your head and he slung the other across your waist above Steve’s whose palm rested on your upper belly pulling you back towards his chest while his steady breath warmed your shoulder.

You blinked away the tears and placed your own arm on the metalhead’s hip, pushing against his lower back to urge him closer to you which he acknowledged by scooting towards you till the tip of his nose grazed yours. 

Your hand caressed the skin under his shirt as your fingers intertwined with the ones on your stomach as your eyes began to close and sleep took over. 

***

Eddie’s eyes groggily opened as the rumble of low thunder subtly shook the wall of your room. 

Now that everything was calm, he was able to take in his surroundings all be it through the minimal light illuminating from Christmas tree lights you had hung along the ceiling. 

You had so many posters of different bands and movies including one of his many Corroded Coffin banners hovering just above your desk in the corner. Along your dresser were hair products and some jewelry with a few books from school. 

Clothes lined the floor including theirs near your window next to the stereo that continued to softly play. Your sheets of course smelled like you and he couldn’t help but inhale your pillow before stretching a bit to notice a few polaroids hanging against the wall above his head. 

Pressing up onto his elbow, he took in each photo with a little smirk. One had to be one of your friends from where you moved from. You had a hug grin stretched across your face as she hugged you from behind with an equally large smile. The one beside it was your dad holding your palms when you were a child as you stood on his toes with your tiny feet. 

The next few were ones he didn’t anticipate. 

In the middle was a photo, you had taken while lying in Eddie’s bedroom at home while you both were smoking. He had been lazily strumming the guitar when you blinded him with the flash laughing so hard afterward at his reaction.

The next was you and Steve after one of his games he assumed since the boy was covered in sweat wearing his jersey. You were sitting on his lap with the camera high in the air as you barred your teeth in a growl and he stuck out his tongue behind you. 

The last photo was another image he assumed was you as a baby with a woman holding you in her arms. She was looking down at you with a wide smile that pierced the metalhead’s heart. 

“That was the last time I feel like she was happy.”, you whisper and Eddie shuffles back down to lay in front of you. “My parents fought a lot. It’s my first memory of them together…but it wasn’t always like that…some days there was a stillness…I miss that…”

The thunder that had gradually gotten louder boomed overhead causing Steve to sigh in his sleep as he instinctively pulled you tighter to him. 

“I’m sorry I was so mean. I’m not perfect, I know that and relationships scare the hell out of me but—” Eddie’s calloused palm covered your mouth to silence you, letting it linger before moving it to caress your cheek. 

Just as the rain began to tap against your window, he craned his head to give you a gentle kiss that lingered as he pulled away. 

“The first time Steve and I were together, he told me about how much he enjoyed sucking your cock; the way you tasted, your whimpers, the way you grabbed him. Maybe you should return the favor.”

Eddie blinked as his eyes flicked behind you and hovered, telling you silently that the other boy was awake and listening especially when his lips tenderly began kissing the skin along your shoulder. 

As his massive palm slid under your shirt to grab your breast, your lips connected with his while you listened to what sounded like the metalhead removing his. Rolling to face Steve, he helped pull your garment over your head before locking his mouth around your nipple eliciting a low mewl to fall while your gaze shifted to observe Eddie unbuckling the jock’s belt and pulling down his jeans with his boxers. Keeping his hand on your back, Steve moaned when he felt the other boy spit on his tip and stroke it along his hard shaft. 

The long-haired man allowed his tongue to flick along his slit and the pretty boy’s eyes rolled at the feeling as he turned his head to do the same with your nipple. Your fingers tangled in his hair as the vibration of his groans rippled through you and your hips rolled seeking friction. 

“Fuck, baby, that it.”, Steve strained as his palm settled on the back of Eddie’s head as he began to fully take him. 

“How does it feel?”, you whisper, his jaw going slack as his tip hit the back of his throat. 

“S-So fucking good. Shit. C-Come here, honey.”, he commanded, guiding you to straddle his face and his fingers move your panties aside to allow the organ between his teeth entry. 

“Steve.”, you whined, his tongue maneuvering like a mad man as it stroked up and down through you folds. 

“Aw fuck!”

At his exclamation, you turned to see Eddie still bobbing his head but you vaguely noticed his arm moving making you grin. 

“I told you his fingers feel good, Stevie. S-Stretch you out so good.”

The man underneath you lost his mind as his hands clung to your hips to a bruising degree and he pushed his face further into you making your eyes close as you grabbed hold of his hair. Grinding your waist, you covered your mouth as he sucked and slurped at your clit, smothering your scream as the ball in your belly dropped. 

Lazily lifting your leg, you collapsed on your side next to him as he continued to make little whimpers at the pleasurable feeling.

Eddie came off him with a sweet pop but continued to stroke him as he tilted towards you to kiss your lips. 

“I’m not ready.”, he murmurs giving you two pause. “I can’t…I’ve never…I’m not ready.”

The metalhead knew what he meant; Steve had his cock in a few ladies throughout his time as the King of Hawkins High but he had never experienced someone inside him nor had he tried it with another man before either. 

“I’m sorry…”

“No, hey, no reason to be sorry.”, Eddie coos as he caresses his cheek hoping to calm his worry. “Do you want me to stop? We can focus on our beautiful girl.”, he praises, beaming your way. 

“I don’t want you stop. Not yet.”

Steve watches with glassy eyes as you lean over to whisper something in the other boy’s ear eliciting a nod before positioning himself on top of him. 

“If you decide you do just tell me ok, sweetheart?”

The boy nods and Eddie grins as he pushes down his pants with his boxers that you help push to the floor. The jocks mouth waters as he takes in the metalhead’s physique, his dick twitching at every tattoo and defined muscle his honey irises passed over. 

His gorgeous, ring laced hand reached for Steve’s cock, holding it against his own loosely as he tested the waters by rolling his hips.

“Jesus.” The friction was more than delicious and he desperately needed him to do it again. “More.”

“Yeah? You like that, baby?”

The pretty boy licked his lips as he nodded and lifted his arm to wrap around you so he could pull you to his side and kiss your lips. Hearing Eddie’s soft grunts of pleasure, you pushed up onto your elbow to give him a passionate kiss that had him pressing his waist harder against Steve’s. 

“Shit.”, the metalhead breathed, releasing his grip to kiss up the other boy’s chest before his head fell beside his. “I got you, Steve.”

Both men panted heavily as Eddie found a steady pace, your nails running gently down his back giving him more motivation while Steve’s fingers petted and occasionally pulled your hair. 

“F-Faster, Eddie, baby, please.”

The long-haired boy pushed up onto his palms to honor the request and the jock took the opportunity to move some of it behind his ear while cupping his face. Steve spent years thinking about this moment. Eddie on top of him with his face scrunched in pleasure, his beautiful lips open as a grunt filled breath escaped him. 

What he didn’t realize was Eddie had dreamt of this to but more so with Steve riding him as his head fell back and he moaned with every bounce. 

Since they met you, you effortlessly slid into the equation like the final puzzle piece of the perfect landscape. Every time your palms or mouth caressed their skin, they felt almost feral and were struggling to keep it together. 

“I’m gonna…”

Eddie nodded as his lips reconnected to his and he reached back down to pump their dicks with his hand. Steve whimpered as he pushed your face into his neck, clinging to you like a child does a teddy bear as his body trembled and his seed shot out, hitting his stomach. At the sight, the other boy followed mewling loudly as his rhythm faltered and his release painted the man’s stomach beneath him. 

“Goddamn it. Fuck, Steve… you did so good, sweetheart. So fucking good.”, he murmured gently, eyes glancing around till he found a rag to clean the mess they had made. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah…yeah…need—need a minute, please.”

Eddie smiled as he placed his lips on the man’s forehead and you watched as his eyes closed at the tender action. 

“I like hearing you use manners like that.”, he teased causing Steve to lightly chuckle. Chocolate irises flicked to you as his palm reached out to smooth your hair. “How are you feeling?”

You lopsidedly grin as you scoot out of Steve hold and roll on your tummy, pushing up on your knees with your ass in the air. A wicked grin spread on his features as he maneuvered off the other man to position himself behind you and playfully spanking your behind. 

“You can take a minute if you need to.”

“Thank you for the approval, babe.”, he sasses even as he hisses while lining himself up with your entrance. “Fuck, I’ve never been this sensitive before.”

“Maybe we should do it at the same time…”, Steve suggested making you and Eddie giggle as the metalhead leaned over you, pressing his chest to your back. 

“Have you done that before? Do you feel comfortable?”

“It’s been a few months but yeah I’m comfortable. I have some lube in the…” When you gesture towards your drawer, the jock rolls over to dig through it, promptly finding what he needs while the other boy flops to his side, bringing you with him. 

After taking the bottle, you can’t help but laugh again when you hear the obnoxious squirt causing Steve to erupt in his own fit of giggles as he turns to face you. Gentle amber irises scan your features, his palm reaching out to touch your skin when your eyes flutter at the feeling of Eddie’s fingers between your cheeks.

“Fuck me, you’re so tight. I’ll go slow ok? I’m going to have to anyway or else I may fucking bust before we get going.”

As he places a steading hand on your hip, you tilt towards Steve to kiss his lips, your moans turning into subtle whimpers as you curse under your breath. 

“Everything’s ok, honey. You’re doing so good.”

Glancing behind you, you listen to Eddie’s soft mumbles of restraint as he keeps slowly thrusting his cock into you. His arm hooks under your knee, lifting your leg into the air and Steve utilizes the opportunity, licking the pads of his fingers to bring them to your clit. 

“Oh Goooood…”

“I know, baby, I know.”, he coos waiting for the metalhead to give him a signal that he’s ready which he does when their eyes meet. “Ok, are you ready for me?”

“I’ve never had two people at once.”

“Do you want to stop?”, he whispers.

“No. J-Just go slow.” 

This was completely new for them, seeing you so vulnerable. When it came to fight or flight, the latter wasn’t an option. Even when you were enjoying yourself out in the world, you had this strength that they admired. 

Since you had curled up into your bed, your vulnerability leaked through and they wanted to show you that they were there and that they cared. 

You were safe with them. 

“Of course. We got you, Y/N. We’re here for you, pretty girl.”

You nodded as Steve lined himself up with your entrance and gradually pressed into your cunt. 

A heavy breath fanned your face as he whined at the overwhelming feeling of you clinging to his overly stimulated cock. 

“Goddamn.”

Eddie had continued doing little pumps behind you, allowing you to get used to the feeling of him but as the other began to fill you, your body tensed slightly gripping him like a vice.

“F-Fuck…baby…it’s ok. T-Try—oh my God—try to relax your body.”

“Feel…feel so full…”

“I know, sweet girl. Trust me, I can feel him… we’re so fucking deep…”

While the metalhead spoke, Steve tried his best to use the distraction to his advantage pushing steadily into you till his hips connect to yours. You were sandwiched perfectly between them with Eddie’s breath warming the nape of your neck and Steve’s chest hair slightly tickling your chest. 

A few seconds pass before they both pull back and thrust into you at the same time.

“OHMAGO—!”

The metalhead’s palm firmly covers your shout and muffles the pleasure filled groan that follows. 

“Are you ok?”, he asks a bit rushed, sighing in small relief when you confirm. “You have to be quiet or else your neighbors will tell your dad.”

“I-I don’t care. Fuck…do that again…”

Placing his hand over your mouth once more, they repeat their movements and your eyes roll to the back of your skull as you loudly whimper.

Both boys find a steady rhythm, sweat and humid breaths sticking to you as you do anything you can to pull them closer. 

“Harder, Steve, PLEASE!”

As you press your face into the pillow beneath you, you hear smacking above you but you don’t need to look to know that they were kissing. 

“Give her what she needs, Stevie. Fuck her harder. O-Our girl deserves to feel good.”

“Will—fuck—will you cum with me?”

“You wanna fill her up at the same time?”

Steve nods emphatically but it’s interrupted when your pussy clenches tighter around him at their filthy words. A ringed hand moves your hair away from your face and you feel their eyes on you as Eddie murmurs praises. 

“Atta girl. Come on now. Let go for us and cum. You can do it, baby.” You scream into the pillow as you tumble over the ledge and their pace slows to give you a moment to breathe. “That’s our good girl. Shit, sweetheart, you always look so beautiful when you cum.”

One of your arms lifts to circle around Eddie’s neck behind you as you sloppily kiss him while Steve places open mouth kisses along your neck and chest. Their hips smack loudly into yours as they chase their highs before grunting against your skin as they thrust their releases inside you. 

Both men whisper soft apologies when you wince as they carefully pull out. 

“I know, Y/N. It’s alright.”, the metalhead soothes as he climbs out of your bed and you whine as he grasped your hands to bring you with him. “You have to take a shower.”

“Why do I have to?”

“Because you smell.”, Steve teases as he rounds the corner into your bathroom after you both, flashing you that signature Harrington smirk. 

“Noooo…”, Eddie clarifies, his voice echoing as he sticks his head into your shower and turns it on. “It’s because you had a very long day yesterday and now you just put your body through a lot of exertion. You need a warm shower to just…decompress.”

“A lot of exertion, huh?”

“Mhmm.”, he grins as he circles his arms around your waist and lifts you into the tub. Eddie enters right behind but realizes in that moment that the jock is lingering by the sink. “You to, Steven, get in here.”

“Oh, um, are you su—ok.” 

When he climbs in you feel squished between them once more but in a soft almost protective way. You feel Steve behind you reaching for something but you don’t know what it is until the cool shampoo touches your head and he firmly massages it in with his fingers. Glancing down, you watch as Eddie takes your bar of soap and runs it along your body, his palms trying to be as gentle as possible especially between your legs. 

When they finish cleaning you, you startle the metalhead slightly by switching places allowing him to be in the middle. Steve doesn’t say a word as he tilts his head back and allows the water to fall along his hair as he sighs. 

Taking your soap again, he runs it along the jocks stomach cleaning any remnants of his skin.��

Steve’s hand fell on the side of Eddie’s neck, his thumb caressing his jawline silently begging for him to his eyeline which he grants.

Their lips softly connect, the most tender kiss they’ve exchanged tonight. 

His grip glides slightly upward just under his ear, holding him close as Steve’s eyebrows dip before releasing his hold but is replaced with yours as you hug Eddie from behind and rest your head on his back. 

“So what happens on Monday, Munson?”

“That’s up to you, Harrington. Do you want to hang out with a freak like me?”

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