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asteriastarr · 7 months

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Hey!! Sorry if I’m bothering you and I know this is the second time I asked this but could you please do a deuce x fem!human! Reader ? Where deuce finds himself in our world and ends up meeting a human realizing humans aren’t as bad as he thought and ends up falling for her. An she has a rough home life.

Ice cream and Hot chocolate

A/n: Uh so I'm sorry this took so long since you sent this to me agggeeesss ago, but i was focusing on my book on wattpad so i hope you forgive me. This ones kinda long and I'm like not sure how good it is but i hope you enjoy anyways :). (P.s I wasnt sure what you meant by 'rough' home life so i kinda went with a mix of suggestions my friends gave me so- yeah... if you are going through something at home my dms are always open if you need to vent, i might not be able to give good responses but atleast you can get it out somewhere :)

POV: Y/n talks about her homelife with Deuce

Warnings: Mentions of arguing, brief mentions of cheating, mentions of abuse (brief), mention of divorce, Y/n is the eldest child, pRe-MaRiTaL hAnD-hOlDiNg (How scandalous), PrE-mArItAl KiSsInG (SOMEONE CALL THE CHURCH), pRe-MaRiTaL bReAtHiNg (MY EYES, MY EYES :O)

Monsters are real. That is something Y/n L/n has undoubtedly, unequivocally, and unquestionably known since she was a small child. Except monsters didn’t come in the shape of a pale creature with fangs or a woman with snakes for hair. No, monsters came in all shapes and sizes, almost always looking like your everyday human. The only thing that ever truly set them apart from regular humans was that monsters are cruel.

Monsters were cruel to everyone, even those they were supposed to care for and protect.

At least, that’s how she saw it.

Monsters are real. That is something Deuce Gorgon has undoubtedly, unequivocally, and unquestionably known since the day he was born. He didn’t really have much of a choice, given he was one. Except monsters weren’t always evil, cruel beings. No, monsters were merely, beings. Sometimes they could be cruel but most of the time, they were kind beings just living their lives- or deaths- and navigating through their freaky flaws.

Monsters were just ordinary beings.

At least, that’s how he saw it.

Until he found himself in the human world. Whilst he’d never truly felt at home in the monster world- being a gorgon and all- yet, at least he knew he belonged in the monster world, here? He didn’t belong among humans. Not one bit. Or at least he didn’t.

Not before he met Y/n.

She was a human, that’s true. But even without knowing he was a monster she had shown him nothing but kindness since the day they’d met. The girl didn’t trust easy, he knew that. She was naturally quiet, seldom speaking unless spoken to and even then, it was only ever a few words… except when she was with him.

The moment the two had met they were instantly drawn to each other like magnets, they were each other’s rock, neither of them truly belonged in the human world (despite Y/n being a human) and yet with each other, they were home.

The two of them had met on accident, he hadn’t intended to appear in the human world, hadn’t intended to walk into a random middle school, he didn’t mean to lie and say he was a new student so he could stay in the human world just until he could figure out where he was and how to return to his own world.

He'd never intended to enter the library and lock eyes with a pretty H/c ghoul, her nose in a book and yet the moment she saw him she lowered it, tilting her head in curiosity.

He’d never wanted to enter his new math class, only to find it was a shared class with the ghoul, never intended for the only spare seat to be in the back of the class, next to her. Never thought that the two would bond almost instantly. He didn’t mean for their schedules for the rest of the day to happen to collide (Sitting next to her in every one of those classes however was no mistake).

He never intended to walk down the right hallway at the right time to find the ghoul sobbing in a corner, he wasn’t thinking when he rushed over to comfort her. Didn’t have to think to pull the ghoul into his arms, gently rubbing her back as he asked her what had happened. He had acted on instinct as he listened to her talk about a group of ghouls in her class who had been teasing her, still acting on instinct when he gave her words of reassurance, ignoring the feelings deep down, telling him that she wasn’t telling him the full truth.

Those first interactions had been a complete accident, the work of the gods themselves. And he couldn’t be more thankful for that.

One accidental trip into the human world turned to two, two to four, four to eight and soon enough he found himself visiting the human world whenever he got the opportunity, just to see the pretty H/c ghoul who sat at the back of the class, each visit resulting in him falling more and more impossibly infatuated with her.

He had been 13 when they’d met, had been 14 when he’d finally realised his feelings for her, it took him half a year to finally confess to her, now the two were 15, sitting together on a rooftop in New Jersey, watching cars drive by as they held each other’s hand, chatting mindlessly.

“-And then you wanna know what she said?”

“What?” Deuce hummed.

Y/n paused.

“…I forgot.”

Deuce chuckled and gently removed his hand from hers, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

“What?” She asked, looking at him.

He smiled softly, looking down at the human.

“Nothing, you’re just cute is all.” He hummed, gently rubbing his hand up and down her arm.

“Oh, so me forgetting stuff is cute now, is it?” Y/n snarked, smirking.

Deuce snorted. “You know what I meant.” He stated.

“Do I?”

“Do you?”

“I do.” She admitted quietly, gently pressing a kiss to his cheek before leaning her head against his side.

“Good.” He murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

The two lovers sat there for a while, watching as the sun slowly set, the sky turning shades of pink and orange.

However, as a dark blue began to overtake the orange and pink Y/n suddenly straightened up, panic setting in as she saw the time on her watch.

“Crap!” She exclaimed “It’s getting late, I should be going.”

“Did you want me to walk you home?” Deuce offered, watching as the girl moved to gather her stuff.

“Uh- no, no it’s fine.” She stammered, taking a deep breath to steady herself.

“Are you sure? You seem stressed out.”

“I’m fine.” She stated, moving to climb down the roof, Deuce quickly following after.

“Y/n… What’s going on? Why are you so worried?” Deuce interrogated, gently grabbing her wrist.

“It’s nothing okay!” She snapped, pulling her arm away, before her eyes widened and she quickly softened “I-I just have to go… now.”

Deuce paused, narrowing his eyes as he thought of something before, he suddenly moved forward, interlinking their arms.

“Then I’ll join you.” He stated.

“Deuce- I said-”

“I know what you said Y/n, but I also worry about you so it’s either you tell me what’s going on, or I walk with you and figure it out myself.” Deuce interrupted.

“Fine.” She groaned “I hate you sometimes you know.” “You love me.” Deuce hummed “Now talk.”

She hesitated.

“My parents… they don’t really get on. They yell… a lot, pretty much all the time… sometimes it gets violent.” Y/n began her voice wavering “They yell about everything, money, us, cheating… my sisters and I have been hoping for years they’d get a divorce… it would be better for everyone that way.”

“Do they ever… do anything to you and your sisters?” Deuce asked quietly.

Y/n shook her head.

“Only when its really bad… and when they do I make sure that everything’s directed at me… Older sister things y’know?” Y/n said as the two walked down the dark street “I tend to make sure they don’t have to experience that.”

“You’re a good older sister.” Deuce murmured.

“I know.” Y/n hummed, glancing at the dark street names.

“Why didn’t you tell me this was happening?” Deuce asked.

“Why would I? All it would do is worry you.” She stated.

“I could’ve helped, you could’ve talked to me about how you were feeling, I could’ve stayed over when it got bad.” Deuce said.

Y/n snorted.

“Ah yes wonderful idea, ‘Hey mother, father, here’s my boyfriend of six months that I’m not supposed to have, who has dyed his hair bright green which you definitely do not approve of, but it’s okay because he’s constantly wearing a beanie no matter the weather so you can’t even see it and don’t worry, he’s just here to interfere with our personal family business.’ Great idea Deuce, that’ll go down swimmingly.” Y/n spoke sarcastically before pausing “Sorry that was mean.”

“It was just a suggestion.” “I know, I know and it’s sweet you care, shows you love me but… this is family stuff, I shouldn’t drag you into it.” She spoke “It’s not fair on you.”

“Fine.” Deuce spoke “But just promise me, you’ll call me when things get bad, so I can help you, we’re in this together okay?”

“I promise.” Y/n smiled, glancing up at him before stopping in front of a house “Uh- this is me.” “You want me to walk you in?” He offered.

She shook her head, glancing at the house, sounds of yelling echoing out.

“I’ll be fine.” She murmured “I’m used to it by now.” Y/n moved towards the door, Deuce watching from the driveway, however just as she’d reached it, two little girls ran out in tears.

“How bad is it?” Was all Y/n asked, wrapping her arms around the girls.

“Really bad.” The taller of the girls mumbled into Y/ns waist. Y/n paused, glancing at Deuce. “How about we get some ice cream and hot chocolate… I’m sure there’s a place that’s open.” Y/n suggested.

The girls nodded and Y/n gently grabbed their hands, bringing them over to Deuce.

“Deuce, we’re going to get ice cream and hot chocolate, did you want to come?” Y/n offered.

“I thought this was ‘family stuff’.” Deuce smirked.

“I know but you’re paying so you have to come.” Y/n retorted.

“Oh, am I now?” “Yup!” Y/n stuck her tongue out at him and rushed ahead, her sisters tailing behind.

Deuce shook his head before following after the human girl.

#g3 monster high #live action monster high #monster high g3 #deuce gorgon #deuce gorgon g3 #live action deuce gorgon #gorgon #deuce gorgon x reader #live action deuce gorgon x reader #requested

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dickgraysonwayne · 6 months

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Goddamn Hero

Ao3

Summary: Dick doesn’t want to deal with thinking about a title that’s no longer his. A kidnapping says otherwise

@dickgraysonweek 2024, Day 2: Captivity | The Meaning of Robin | Rescue from Juvie

“Rough day, huh?”

Dick shifts, hissing as something pulls in his side. “Huh?”

“Rough d—you know what, never mind. I think that goes without saying. You being here and all.”

Dick winces. His head is killing him, and he doesn’t want to get up…

“It would probably help if you opened your eyes,” The voice continues. “You know, so you can actually see what’s going on?”

Oh. His eyes are closed. That would explain all the darkness.

With supreme effort, he manages to lift his impossible heavy eyelids, trying to blink away the darkness.

It doesn’t really help, though. He’s still surrounded by darkness on all sides. He blinks some more, hoping that he’s just a little out of it and it isn’t something more serious…

“Keep going,” the voice says again. “You’re getting there. Look again.”

Dick blinks, then looks again. His eyes must be getting used to whatever it is he’s looking at, because he’s starting to see gray in the darkness: lines, shapes, and depth slowly coming into view.

He doesn’t know how long it takes, but the shapes slowly resolve themselves into recognizable figures. Soon enough, he realizes he’s looking at a stone wall, damp and cracked. The cool feeling beneath his cheek also seems to be made of stone, and the whole place seems to be just a bit wider than his reach.

He twitches experimentally, trying to see if it’ll hurt. He’s pleased to note that it only twinges somewhere in his lower back.

“There you go!” The voice says, encouraging. “Can you move?”

Slowly, carefully, Dick rolls up on his side, pulling at the stiffness in his back. There’s a little more light here, and he sees what look like floor-to-ceiling bars right in front of his face.

Tiny space, gray walls, bars…yup. He’s in some kind of cell. Great start to his day.

“Hey, look who’s up and about!” The voice says. “Great job.”

Dick can’t quite place where the voice is coming from. He shifts slowly again, trying to position himself to look to his right, away from the two sides of wall. He ends of staring into more darkness.

There’s another cell right next to his, but he can’t really tell what’s inside it. It’s too dark, and he can’t make out more than the bars that separate him.

“Hi,” The voice says. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Dick rolls his eyes, which is a mistake. He shuts them again, trying to fight off the dizziness. “Eighty four,” He says.

There’s a pause, then:

“Funny. You’re a funny guy.”

Dick chuckles softly. “Thanks,” He says. “I try.”

He shifts again, trying to find the least painful position possible. “Hey,” He says. “What’s…where are we? How did I—”

A vague impression of walking by the docks flashes through his mind, followed by a quick pain on the side of his neck. Oh. Yeah. Those guys. Weapons sale.

Maybe Bruce had been right about going in for that one alone…

Dick grits his teeth. Well, if Bruce wanted to have a say in what he did and where he went, maybe he shouldn’t have thrown him out of the house. He only had himself to blame for this one.

At least, he thinks so. Everything is still kinda blurry in his head.

“Hey,” The voice from the darkness says again. “So, what brings you here? What are you in for?”

Dick groans internally. “You’re…the funny guy here,” He says, shifting again, trying to keep his words from slurring. “I dunno. Guess I pissed off…the wrong guys.”

“Don’t I know it,” The voice says. “What was it? Being a spoilsport about their crime business?”

“Yep,” Dick says. “They probably don’t like the …vigi…vigilante thing either. And I’m two-for-oh on that one.”

“Two?” The voice says. “What, was there a gig you had before Nightwing?”

Dick looks up at his arms, at the stripes of blue that end at his fingertips. “Yeah,” He says, curling his fingers. “Robin. There was…I was Robin first.”

The minute the words leaves his mouth, he chokes on them.

Shit, He thinks, sliding back to the wall so fast he gets dizzy again. Mistake. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

“Oh yeah?” The voice says, sounding vaguely impressed. “No shit. Robin is like, a kid, isn’t he? That’s a long and storied career for you.”

Dick bites his tongue. “I…you shouldn’t know this,” He admits. “It’s…it’s a secret.”

“I won’t tell,” The voice says. “Who am I gonna tell anyway? So, what happened? You outgrow the costume or something?”

“Something like that,” Dick says. He tries to concentrate, but his thoughts feel like water. “Wasn’t exactly…my choice though.”

The familiar bitterness fills his chest. It’s been a few months, but it still feels like he’s only just found out, only just seen the costume on another kid for the first time.

“This sounds like a story,” The voice says. “So, what happened? The big guy take it away from you?”

The words are out before Dick can even think about what he’s saying. “Yeah,” He says, giving up on trying to parse out his thoughts. “But…I mean. I guess I can’t blame him. I…it was me but I couldn’t do it…anymore. I wasn’t…Robin anymore.”

“And this new kid is?” The voice asks.

“Yeah…” Dick says, and now he’s thinking about Jason, all energy and youthful exuberance and a genuine want to help. “He’s…he’s light. He’s had it rough but he still risks his life for other people. He has this…front that he puts on but it’s not real. He’s what Robin should be.”

“And what’s that?” The voice says.

Dick’s silent. He presses down on the cool stone floor to find his bearings. “Hope,” He says, finally. It’s the only word his scrambled brain can come up with. “It’s…it’s someone who has to…has to be able to bring hope to the hopeless. To Batman. To Gotham. And…and I can’t do that anymore.”

“How so?”

Dick sighs into a hiccup. “I’m…I’m different now,” He says. “Dark. I’ve made mistakes. And…I can’t bring that hope anymore.”

“Well,” the voice says, sounding a little smug. “It might not be as over as you think it is.”

Dick doesn’t want to talk about Jason, about Robin, any more down here. He should be away from places like this, from the damp and the dark.

“Shut up,” He mutters, eyes fluttering. It’s starting to get darker again. “I don’t want to—”

He passes out again before he can finish his sentence.

“Nightwing! Nightwing! Wake up!”

Dick feels hands grab at his shoulders, shaking them vigorously. “Wake up!”

His brain goes from 0 to 100 in what feels like a second and he gasps out, shooting up to a seating position, heart going a mile a minute. “Wha-” He gasps out, head spinning, dark spots floating over his eyes. “What’s—”

“Ohmygod,” And that’s a very familiar young voice, accompanied by the tightening of the fingers on his shoulders. “Are you okay? Please say you’re okay.”

Dick’s eyes droop again, and then shoot back up as the voice registers in his head. “J-Robin?” He asks, disbelieving. “What are you doing in here? Are you okay? What—?”

Jason pulls at his shoulders, trying to maneuver him to his feet. “We were in the neighborhood,” He says, and boy does that phrase sound familiar. “And I saw what was going down so I wanted to come help and find you and then—”

“Help find me?” Dick asks, running the sentence over in his mind. “So you knew I was here?”

Jason’s tugging pauses momentarily. “Uh,” He says, clearly trying to find his way out of the trap he’d set for himself. “Well…okay, fine. You got me. Batman knew you were gonna be here so we both came to check if everything was okay and he sent me here to check but I don’t think he knew they got you and I didn’t have time to check with him so I came down here anyway and—”

Dick’s head spins at the deluge of information. “Whoa, Robin. I’m not all that with it right now so you’re gonna need to slow it down for me.”

Jason pauses, looking at him in shock. “What? Why? Did you hit your head?”

“Nah,” Dick says. “I think they got me with something. I’m all jumbled but I’m better now than I was earlier—” And then the realization hits him like a ton of bricks, and he’s able to follow Jason’s tugging hands into a standing position. “The guy. There’s a guy in the cell next to us. We should…we should get him out too.”

He practically sees Jason’s eyes squint in confusion under the mask. “What? The next cell? But…Nightwing, there’s nothing there. You sure you didn’t hit your head or something?”

Dick’s mind whirls. “What? No, there was definitely someone there, I talked to him…can you check again? Maybe he’s passed out or something. It was really dark in there.”

Jason’s voice still sounds surprised. “Huh? In where? There’s no next cell. Look.”

And with this, Jason pulls Dick out of his small cell, out the opened door, past the busted lock clear on the floor, and turns him to look at the area next to the cell. Instead of a second cell, there’s a small space between the cell and the wall: definitely not enough space for anyone to be sitting, and most certainly not another prisoner.

Dick sways in place, dread pooling in his gut. “That doesn’t make any sense! I…I spoke with this guy, I talked to him for ages. He was definitely there. He…”

“Um,” Jason says, tugging him along outside the small room. “Did…did you actually see anyone there? Like with your eyes.”

Dick thinks back to the voice from the darkness. “I…no. I didn’t.”

“Did you get a name?” Jason asks, carefully maneuvering him through a narrow hallway. He almost loses his grip, and Dick feels himself begin to slip before Jason catches him again “Oof. You need to lose weight, Nightwing.”

“I do not,” Dick says, at the brink of a hysterical chuckle. “I didn’t…I didn’t get a name though. He never said. He just talked.”

“Any telling indicators?” Jason asks, and Dick recognizes the question from Bruce’s vigilantism 101 questionnaire for victims. “Any details you could get about who he is, where’s he’s from?”

Dick stumbles along, trying to stay upright. “…No,” He whispers. “Nothing. We just…talked about me.”

Jason leads them to a larger room, and Dick sees the forms of various men scattered throughout the place. Most of them are tied up to something, or handcuffed.

“Okay. So…you probably just hallucinated or something, Nightwing,” Jason says, casually leading them through the scene. “Those guys gave you something right? Maybe they made you see things. Or hear things I guess. Let’s go back to Batman and he’ll probably give you something to help. Or at least figure out what they gave you.”

Dick shakes his head. “I…I can’t…it felt so real.”

“Well yeah, Jason says, tugging him out another door. The sunlight hits his eyes so hard that he shuts them. “The mind does crazy things or whatever, right? You can’t trust everything you see or hear.” And that’s another Bruceism, albeit given a bit of a Jason rewording.

Dick can’t think about this anymore.

“Okay,” He says, letting Jason lead as they stumble back into the outside. “Um. Fine. Just…you can drop me at Leslie’s and I’ll—”

“Umm,” Jason says, pulling him along. “No! Look I know it’s all weird with Batman right now and whatever but you don’t look too good, and you can’t walk alone, so let’s just go okay? Batman’s gonna be here real soon and we can just drive back and everything’ll be good, okay?”

Dick falters, stopping in place. “Batman’s coming now?” He asks, anxiety picking up in his head.

“Yeah!” Jason says, stopping in place with him. “So let’s meet him where I said we’d be and then you can pass out again if you want but you gotta stay awake right now, I can’t carry you or anything.”

Dick’s head has cleared a bit, he thinks, because now he can hear the tight undercurrent in Jason’s voice: the aftermath of a fight, the exhaustion, and the worry, all clamoring to hide under the bravado of the hero-voice. He knows how that feels, knows it deep in his bones. “Fine,” He says, and Jason instantly lightens at the admission. “Just cause you asked, though. If Batman asks.”

“He won’t,” Jason says, and starts walking them forward again. “But that’s good to know.”

“Hey,” Dick says, wanting to smooth out the tension in his voice further. “Was that you back there, by the way? Were you the one who took out all those guys?”

He practically feels Jason perk up at the question. “Yeah,” He says, a forced casualness in his tone. “Yeah, you know, no big deal. They weren’t expecting me or anything so I was able to handle all of them.”

“Wow,” Dick says, clumsily patting the shoulder supporting him. “That’s pretty good. I don’t know if I coulda done that when I was at your training point.”

Jason definitely puffs out his chest a little at that comment. “Oh, you know,” He says. “I’m a little bigger than you were at the time, that’s all.”

“What’re you working on now?” Dick asks, then settles back into the cadence of Jason’s voice as he begins to describe his latest lesson, his latest case.

His mind wanders as Jason chatters, thinking back to the snatches of memory he can remember of his time in the cell. Now that he thinks about it…the voice did know a little too much about what was going on with him at that moment. It was a little too…interested, a little too bodiless. Plus, he trusted it enough to run his mouth, so he must have known, somewhere, that it was just coming from his own head…right?

A shake to his shoulder tells him that Jason has noticed his wandering thoughts. “Hey! Nightwing! You okay?”

Dick shakes himself back to awareness. “Yeah! Yeah, sorry Little Wing, I’m still not at 100% right now.”

“Aw, not the Little Wing thing,” Jason complains, and Dick sees two very familiar headlights in the distance. “I’m a hero just like you, you know.”

Dick huffs out a laugh. “Yeah, I know,” He says. “A big goddamn hero.”

#dickgraysonweek #dick Grayson #nightwing #Jason Todd #Robin #speaks

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justmeinadaze · 11 months

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Him and I (Steddie X You)

Prequel to Without Me / Part 2: You Should Be Sad Here

A/N: ENTER WITH CAUTION! Like my previous chapters THIS WILL MAKE YOU FEEL! Its angsty and dealing with dark themes of addiction. I WILL STILL LOVE YOU IF YOU CHOOSE TO SKIP THIS STORY!

Warnings: Toxic Steddie X Fem Reader, SMUT, I wanted to show the two parts of them and how the treated her before and after they started getting worse with their vices. The first half involves loss of virginity for the reader, dirty talk, kinda rough but more passionate I would say, The second half is definitely rougher, more dirty talk, degrading (whore, slut, etc), spanking, choking, Y/N is a willing participant in both instances!

Some FLUFF, they really do love her and vice versa but unfortunately they love their addictions more.

ANGST: DARK THEMES OF ADDICTION! Steve is an alcoholic and Eddie is a drug addict. Reader mentions more in Without Me how she's addicted to them and I feel like that's explored a bit more here. She gets on them a lot about their vices and every time they are dismissive. There are mentions of their childhoods and we do get an interaction with asshole older Harrington here (he belittles Steve and smacks him).

The accident from Without Me is here but with some details. Its more about Eddie and Steve's interaction before they ran and left her. We also get a glimpse of her in the hospital waiting for them.

Again NOT A WARM FUZZY STORY! I won't blame you if you choose to skip it <3

Word Count: 7874

1982

“That was…the grossest fucking thing you two evil people have ever shown me.”, Steve shudders as the three of you exit the theater.

You and Eddie cackle as you follow behind him out the front door.

“Oh, don’t be a fraidy cat, Harrington. It wasn’t even scary.”, the metalhead teases.

“I thought it was creepy. What would you do if I started to transform into some evil screeching alien?”

“I would still think you’re beautiful, honey.”

“Aw, Steve Harrington, you’re so sweetheart.”, you joke as you stick out your tongue.

Tonight was a much needed reprieve from all the chaos you and your two best friends had been dealing with. Junior year at Hawkins high was shaping up to be an exhausting one. Steve’s dad was on him much more and with more vigor than he had before reminding the younger Harrington that his future was looming just off in the distance.

“Steven! It’s time to buckle down and really focus. No more playing around, son. You need to focus on bringing up those grades and being a better athlete so you can get into a good college. I don’t hire losers at my firm!”

The older Eddie got the worse the town and student body seemed to be with him.

“What’s wrong, freak?! To busy focusing on your satanic shit? Get lost and take off that fucking Dio vest! You look fucking stupid.”

He did everything he could to focus on other things but idiots like Jason Carver and the other jocks were always around to make his life hell.

That’s probably why they both seemed to “let loose” more than usual or at least that’s how they described it to you the first time you noticed them excessively drinking and doing drugs.

“It just takes the edge off you know?”

“Is it? Steve, you have a flask now that you carry with you. Why would you need to do that?”

“It’s not a big deal, Y/N. It’s not like I have a real problem or anything.”

“Yeah, it’s just to relax. Here, sweetheart, you look like you need to chill out for a bit.”, Eddie adds as he offers you some of the white powder from the bag you noticed on his dresser.

“Um, no thank you. I think I’m ok weed.”, you giggle trying to laugh off the worries that bubble in your stomach.

You had started worrying about them more and more since this past summer. When you guys started high school, you noticed a change in them that wasn’t just normal adolescences. Steve’s words started to slur more throughout the day and whenever you three would spend time together his breath would smell so strong like a bar that you’d have to take a few steps away from him so you wouldn’t cringe every time he opened his mouth.

Eddie’s personality would shift at random points. In the mornings he would seem like the metalhead you befriended and then by lunch his behavior would be so erratic that it would frighten you sometimes. By the final bell, you would notice him staring off into the wall or even find him passed out in the back of the library.

Your mind always explained it away with different excuses almost as quickly as the ones they gave you when you asked questions.

“Hey, do you guys want to come over? My parents are out of town this weekend.”

“Sure. Sounds like fun.”, you beam up at him.

***

You woke up that following morning on Steve’s bedroom floor with Eddie beside you and the other boy passed out leaning against the wall with his long legs stretched out towards you both. Quietly, you got up to use the bathroom, checking your reflection in the mirror before you ventured downstairs to grab some breakfast.

Your eyes scanned the photos along the stairs, sympathy washing over you as you noticed Steve’s uncomfortable demeanor in all of them. His house always had a sad air surrounding it. It never felt exactly lived in and when his parents were home, neither seemed happy. Both he and the metalhead spent a lot of time at your place which you didn’t mind. You loved their company and you wanted them to feel safe.

Your parents always treated them like family and that’s how you saw them as well. You knew what both boys had been through and were still going through. Anything you could do to make things easier for them, you did with little to no question.

After opening his pantry, something immediately caught your eye. Within the trashcan were a ton of empty liquor bottles. Not just single beer containers but bottles of whiskey that should last a long time in a house with one occupant, emptied and discarded.

“Hey Y/N. What are you doing up?”, Steve groggily asked as he entered the kitchen.

“Steve Harrington, what is this?”, you inquire back showing him the contents within the trash.

The man’s eyes widen and it takes him a moment before he nervously chuckles.

“Uh, my parents had a party last week so—”

“Your parents weren’t home last week. You told me they were on a business trip which is why you spent the night at my house because you didn’t want to be alone.” The two of you stared each other down until you finally continue. “You drank all this by yourself?”

“It’s…it’s not a big deal, honey.”

“DON’T you honey me, Steven!”

“What’s going on?”, Eddie asks after loudly banging down the stairs.

“Did you know he was drinking this much?!”, you shriek as you show him what you found.

“I mean, it could be worse, Y/N.”

“HOW?! How can it be worse?! Are you fucking kidding me?! Rock bands don’t even drink this much!”

“Y/N! Come on. You’re making this into a big deal when it’s not!”

“Fuck you! I’m not going to watch you drink yourself to death. I love you but this is excessive!”

Stomping past them both, you head for the front door but the man hastily cuts you off and blocks you from leaving with his body.

“Y/N, please. Shit… I’m sorry, okay? You’re right. I have been going overboard lately. It’s just everything with my dad and school… I promise this will never happen again.” As your arms fold over your chest, his beautiful eyes scan your angry frame. “You’re the only one that ever cared about me, Y/N; you and Ed of course.”

You sigh as your demeanor softens.

“I DO care about you a lot, Steve. You know you can talk to me about anything and I’ll be there for you no matter what. You both don’t have to numb yourselves the way you do.” Eddie nods as you turn towards him, his head hanging in shame. “I worry about you two so mu—"

As you swivel back towards the other boy, you’re surprised when you are met with his lips on yours. You had never been intimate with them in any fashion up until this point, always seeing them as your best friends. You’d be lying, however, if you didn’t say Steve’s lips tasted good.

He pulled away from you for a moment, the two of you panting into each other’s mouths as you process what just happened. Before you could do anything or even respond, a ring covered hand grabbed your arm and yanked you against a bare chest as Eddie’s own lips connected with yours.

You could still hear the other boy’s heavy breaths causing you to groan at the sound. Lifting you onto the end table by the door, the metalhead hastily tugged down your pants and panties while Steve came up beside you to lift off your shirt and toss away your bra.

Eddie’s fingers dug into your thighs as he opened your legs wide and kneeled in front of you, making you whimper when he shoved his face into your cunt.

“Wa-Wait. I’ve—fuck—I’ve never done anything s-sexual before.”

A heavy growl emitted from both men as the long-haired boy sucked and flicked his tongue along your clit while Steve’s lips attached to your neck. Moving his friend out of the way, he lifted you in his arms and carried you to the couch.

You watched with wide, lust blown eyes as Steve pushed his shorts down enough to free his cock, spit in his hand, and stroked it along his length.

“St-Steve, you’re so big. It won’t fit.”

His honey brown eyes met your own and it was almost like for a moment he had forgotten it was your legs he was between. Tenderly, he leaned forward to kiss your lips.

“It will, honey. I promise. I’ll go slow, ok? Unless…do you want me to stop? I just…you are the only one to care about us. I love you so much, Y/N. Let us make it up to you.”

Your gaze momentarily shifted to Eddie who was looking at you with the same gentleness that you saw when you first met him all those years ago. Licking your lips, you kiss him again before shaking your head.

“Just…go slow…and keep talking to me…please.”

Your arms clung to his neck when you felt the head of his cock line up with your entrance. Your breath caught in your throat as he began pushing in and on instinct you tried to push him away from you.

“No, no, baby. You’re ok. E-Eddie, fuck, can you—”

Eddie quickly came up to your side and held you still with his hands as Steve pushed another inch into your hole.

“God fucking damn it, you’re so fucking tight.”

“Are you ok, sweetheart?”, the other boy whispered in your ear.

“Hurts.”

“I know, baby. It’ll feel good soon. I promise.” His lips comforted you as he kissed your cheek and your head arched back as the other boy slide further into your body. Eddie licked his fingers and reached between your bodies to rub slow circles into your bundle of nerves as Steve kept going.

“Fuck, Eddie!”, you screamed causing the boy inside you to grunt when your pussy clenched around him.

“Y-You like that, honey? You like Eddie’s fingers on your clit. Fuck, you’re doing so good, Y/N. I’m almost all the way in.”

“Steve…you’re so big…”

His cock twitched at your words and you groaned as the pain began to slowly dull. When his hips connected with yours, your eyes rolled back as his length grazed against that sensitive spot inside of you, you didn’t even know existed.

Leaning on to his knees, his palms held your calves as he pulled himself almost all the way out before roughly thrusting back in.

“Steve!”

“Fuck, Y/N. Keep shouting my name like that, baby.”

Eddie’s hand petted your head, as the other boy set a steady pace.

“You’re doing so well, pretty girl. You look so beautiful like this. You deserve to feel good to. Does it still hurt?” He smiled when you shook your head. “How does it feel?”

“G-Good.”

“Yeah? Tell him, sweetheart.”

As your eyes scanned over Steve you couldn’t help but marvel at him as you view him through this new filter. Usually, you only saw him as a friend. You never really thought about his gorgeous eyes or perfect lips. The way his broad hairy chest looked so sexy glistening with sweat. You never noticed that one lock of hair that fell just so as his head tilted forward or how low and gravelly his voice was when he was turned on.

“You feel so good, Steve.”

“Oh come on, Y/N. Tell him how you really feel. It’s just us.”

The boy tilted forward, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and you moaned as your fingers tangled in Steve’s hair.

“F-Fuck… your cock feels so fucking good. I-I can feel you in my stomach.”

His lips trailed up your chest to your neck and your eyes fluttered shut as you turned your head to the sound of his voice in your ear.

“I feel good, baby? Fuck, Y/N. I’ve—I’ve never had a pussy that felt this amazing before. You were made for us, honey.”

“Steve, I… I feel… Something’s happening.” Your arms circle tightly around him as he thrusts into harder and faster. “Steve!”

“That’s it, pretty girl. Oh my god. Cum all over my cock!” You screamed his name as an intense, pleasurable feeling you had never felt before washed over you. “Goddamn it.”, he grunted as he quickly pulled himself out of your quivering entrance and you watch with heavy eyes as he stroked his length over you, releasing his seed on your belly.

Lost in a haze of bliss, you barely felt both boys switch places and Eddie flip you over positioning your ass in the air. When his tongue licked a long strip up your folds, however, you gasped as your body shuddered against the couch.

“So sensitive. I like that. Jesus, sweetheart, you taste so sweet. Are you ready for me?” When you don’t answer, his chest presses against your back as his fingers move your hair to the side. “Are you ready for me, Y/N, or did you want to stop? We can stop if you want to, baby girl. We’ll still love you.”

Craning you neck slightly, you able to meet those beautiful chocolate eyes. You had never noticed how intense they were especially when they were full of care like they were now. You never noticed how kissable Eddie’s lips were or how seductive they looked when they pulled back into a smirk. It never occurred to you how much bigger his gorgeous hands actually were compared to yours as he balanced himself so he wouldn’t crush you as he whispered in your ear.

“You both love me?”

Your question threw them both off guard.

“Of course, we do. There’s no one else in the world like you.”

“You helped make us who we are, Y/N.”

Steve’s words hit you like a train. You just found a trashcan full of liquor he had been hiding from you. They were both utilizing drugs and alcohol to a degree that was beginning to become concerning. Maybe…maybe they’d be worse if it wasn’t for you. Maybe you could help them get better and heal so they wouldn’t need to turn to that stuff.

“I love you to. I’m ready, Eddie.”

You both groaned as he ran his mushroom tip between your puffy lips, collecting your slick before he gradually began guiding himself inside of you. Your back arches up, pushing against his chest as he stretches you open. It didn’t hurt as bad as with Steve but Eddie was thick and it still felt like you were being ripped in half.

“G-God, Y/N. Steve was right…how can you still be this tight?”

His arms wrapped around your body as he began pounding into you. In this position, you were feeling all new pleasurable sensations that had your toes curling as he grunted into your ear.

“Do—mmm—do I feel good to, sweetheart?”

“Y-yes.”

“Keep talking to me, Y/N. The way you did with him. Really let go, babe.”

“Your cock…feels so good…Eddie. You’re so…deep.”

Lifting himself onto his knees, he yanked you up with him, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the house.

“K-Keep going.”

“I can’t. Fuck. I’m…”

“Yes, you can. I can feel your pussy squeezing me. Beg me, baby. Beg me to make you cum like he did.” When you didn’t answer him again, he placed his fingers on your clit, moving them so fast as he matched his own rhythm.

“Eddie! Oh my…Please! Make me cum. I want to cum again! Please…”

The metalhead pushed your face down into the sofa as he did what you asked, slamming is cock into you till the coil snapped and you shouted his name as you came. He soon followed, moaning obscenities as he pulled out and came on the meat of your ass.

Unsure of what happens next, you remained frozen in that position as you listened to Eddie’s heavy pants. You were a complete mess, naked, hair frayed, and everyone including your own arousals dripping from your body.

“Whoa! Hey, it’s ok. I’m just picking you up to take you upstairs so we can get you clean.”, Steve explained when he felt you flinch.

You sighed exhaustedly as he lifted you up and you clung your arms around his neck. Eddie ran ahead and as soon as you both entered the bathroom your bath was ready. Sitting there quietly, you starred off into the tile in front of you as they ran a washcloth along your skin.

“Y/N?” The metalhead reached for your chin and gently turned you to face them both. “Are you alright? We didn’t hurt you or anything, right?”

When you shook your head, they exchanged a glance.

“What are you thinking about, honey?”

“Why? Why now? You two have had so many other girls in your life—”

“None like you.”, Steve interrupted. “I wasn’t lying, Y/N. I love you. My dad doesn’t give a fuck about me, my mother is never here, the girls at school just want me because I’m ‘popular’.”, he rolls his eyes. “You’ve never wanted or expected anything out of me. You treat me like I’m not fucking worthless.”

“Because you’re not, Steve.”

“When my mom died, I thought I’d never be happy again. Then I met you guys. Baby, I love you to. Even with Wayne sometimes I feel like I’m burdening him.”

“You’re not, Eddie. He loves you.”

“I know but I get what Steve is saying. We hear all this bullshit enough and it just sinks in you know? But with you…”

“We’ll still be your best friends, Y/N, even if you don’t want us like that.”

“I didn’t say that.”, you smirk as both their gazes shift towards you. “I would like to be wined and dined though.”

“You wanna go out on a date?”

“Yeah. Maybe we can check out that new Star Wars movie and then—”

“We can take you to dinner.”, Eddie beams. “Treat you like a princess.”

############

1983

“Wow, Steven, you suck at this.”, Eddie teases as you giggle from the side while you both watch Steve try to shoot one of the balls on the pool table into the corner pocket.

“Well shit, Edward. Do you wanna wrap your arms around me like you do with Y/N and teach me to be better.”, the pretty boy slurred as his cue missed the ball entirely. “Fuck.”

The metalhead extended out his arms toward him as he began to sing.

“Love lift us up where we belong.”

“Don’t you touch me.”, he laughs as they both flash each other a toothy grin.

“Come on, princess. Show him what I taught you.”

Playfully swaying your hips as you saunter over, your eyes flick to them as you line up your shot. Steve tosses back the liquid in his flask and Eddie lights his fourth cigarette in a row. He’s getting antsy which means soon, he’ll excuse himself to the bathroom where he’ll snort his powder and come back with half lidded, glassy eyes.

You savored small moments like this where you could. Where you three were having fun and they weren’t totally clouded over by their vices. Tonight was a regular date night and you were so happy that they didn’t seem to be in a bad mood. You always knew how ever it wouldn’t take much for that spark to ignite though.

Beaming at them, they clap for you obnoxiously loud as you make your shot.

“That’s our girl!”

“Shut the fuck up, freaks!”, Jason Carver hollers from the corner of the bar.

“Go to hell, Jason!”, you shout.

The jocks cackle at your comment as Andrew’s eyes rake across your body.

“Little girl has a mouth on her. Maybe we can show her how to use it.”

Eddie stomped towards them before you could stop him.

“Say that a little louder, asshole. I don’t think I heard you correctly. That ‘little girl’ is my best friend and you willshow her fucking respect!”

“Go to hell, Munson.”

“HEY! Knock it off or I’ll kick you all out!”, the owner shouted as he glared where you guys were standing.

“Come on, Ed. Let’s get out of here.”, you try and sooth him in a calm voice. “Please.”

Angrily turning away, he barrels out the door as you run after him.

“Eddie, it’s ok.”

He ignores you as he opens his van door, pops open the glove box, and pulls out the little glass vile of his drug. You watch with helpless eyes as he pours some on the edge of his hand near his thumb and snorts the contents.

“That’s not going to help anyone.”, you growl.

“Yeah, well, no one fucking asked you. Let me ask you something. Why did you want me to stop? Huh? Do you want to fuck Jason and his stupid friends?”

“Have you lost your fucking mind? Of course, I don’t.”

“Pfft, please. Little whore like you can’t help herself.”

“Fuck you, Eddie.”

As you turn and try to walk away, he grabs your arm and tries to keep you from leaving.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

“I’d rather walk than deal with this bullshit.”

“Guys…”, Steve slurs as he appears beside you. “Can we do this later? I’m fucking exhausted.”

***

Driving his van for them, you all went back to Steve’s house and let them talk you into staying over. Around two in the morning, yelling startled you awake causing you to panic when you realized Steve wasn’t beside you.

“Eddie.”, you murmured forcefully as you shook him. “Eddie!”

“Jesus H Christ, WHAT?!”

“Something is happening downstairs. I think Steve needs our help.”

“He’ll be fine. Just shut the fuck up and go back to bed.”, he grumbled as he rolled over.

Ignoring him completely, you quietly tiptoed out of the bedroom and leaned against the railing as you listened to Mr. Harrington screaming at his son.

“This is a $500 dollar bottle of bourbon, Steven! I save it for important clients not my idiot kid and his friends.”

“For the thousandth time, I didn’t drink it!”

“Oh, so all of my alcohol just disappears then. Even though you, the freak, and that whore are here a majority of the time alone.”

“Don’t call her that.”, Steve grunted through gritted teeth.

His dad stepped forward and smacked him hard across the face.

“Don’t talk to me in that tone of voice.”

Running down the stairs, you put yourself between them.

“Leave him alone! He’s not drinking what’s yours.”

“Everything in this house fucking is mine, little girl. I paid for it with my hard-earned money. What the fuck has he done? Nothing and that’s all he will ever be. The sooner you figure that out the better.” Mr. Harrington raises his finger and points to his son. “You owe me $500 dollars or I swear to God, Steven.”

With that his dad furiously left the house, slamming the front door for emphasis. Quickly facing him, you cup his cheeks in your hands, and check him over.

“Are you alright, baby?”

“Why the fuck did you do that, Y/N?”, he asks in a sharp tone. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Marching towards the kitchen, he opens cabinets till he finally finds a bottle of whiskey that actually still has some liquid within it. You glared at him as he knocked it back, panting when he finally removed his lips from the glass.

“You both promised me you would slow down on stuff like this.”

“Yeah, well, we don’t answer to you, honey. If you don’t like it, you can fucking leave.”

“Maybe, Andrew is still at The Hideout. He can give you a bed for the night.”, Eddie sneered as he rounded the corner and leaned in the doorway.

“Fuck you both. I’m fucking done.”, you spat. “You want me to leave? You got it.”

You headed towards his room, throwing off his clothes so you can put on your own and head home. You knew better. You knew you should have just left but part of you was hoping they’d beg you to stay, groveling at your feet as they told you they loved you. You wanted them to fight for you…show you that they needed you as much as you felt like you needed them.

And they would…in their own inebriated way…

“Why the fuck are you still here?! I thought you were leaving?!”, Eddie shouted when he found you. Grabbing your pants from the floor, he threw them down to the first floor with your shoes and socks. “Get a move on, baby!”

Ignoring him, you banged your feet loudly down the stairs but as you bent down to grab your jeans, Steve came up behind you and captured your wrist turning you to face him.

“You made things worse by butting in.”

“No, Steve, you make things worse by continuing to drink. Why?! Why do you two do this?”

The man rolls his eyes as he takes a swig from the bottle in his hand.

“Please. Like you fucking care. You’re going to break our hearts just like they did. May as well just leave now, honey, and leave us in peace to destroy ourselves. It’s what Eddie and I are good at, right bud?”

Eddie’s only response was a deep inhale that you knew was his him snorting his blow.

Shaking your head, you turn to leave but he doesn’t release you from his hold.

“I thought you said I could leave, Steve. That’s what you want right? To fulfill your own prophesy of me abandoning you.” You try to yank your arm back but he just tugs you close to his chest, glaring down at you with angry eyes. “It’s not like I’ve been by your sides and both your best friend since we were little kids.”

Sarcastically, you laugh knowing what you say next will rile him up but you don’t care. In this moment, you were in so much pain after the way they spoke to you. You were fully prepared to give them a taste of their own medicine.

“Your dad was right. You are nothing.”

In one swift motion, he released your wrist and took hold of your hair, leading you to the couch where he bent you over the arm.

“I’m nothing, huh? HUH?!”, Steve shouted near your ear as he leaned over your back. “Say it again, little girl! Come on. Let me hear it!”

“You’re nothing, Steve Harrington! I thought you wanted me to fucking leave! I’m going to abandon you anyway, RIGHT?!”

His palm came down hard on your behind, making you yelp before he moved the cotton blocking your core and abruptly pushed two of his long, thick fingers into your sex.

“You’re not going fucking anywhere tonight, babe. Not until we’re done with you.” You groan as he curls his fingers inside you and spanks you again. “You always talk back but you’re still so fucking wet for us, aren’t you? AREN’T YOU?!”, he yells as he hits you again.

“YES!”

“Fuck, just listen to that pussy, Munson.” The sound of your slick fills the room as he thrusts his fingers at a faster pace. “Fucking whore is always ready.”

“Probably why she can’t help but eye fuck this entire town.”, Eddie condescends as he comes around to sit on the couch in front of you.

“Please…”, you moan as the coil tightens in your stomach.

“Please.”, he mocks making you growl before his fingers roughly pinch your cheeks. “Control the fucking attitude, Y/N. Since we’re nothing and we do nothing for you, might as well use you one last time and I’ll be damned if you’re going to look at me like that.”

Steve spanks you again causing you to whimper as your pussy clenches around his fingers and you cum hard around them. After literally ripping off your panties and Eddie tugging off your shirt, the other boy loops his arm around your waist, carrying you around the front of the sofa, and tossing you on it. You wince as you fall a little harder than you should of making both boys freeze. They don’t genuinely want to hurt you; they never have. You know what they’re doing right now is an outlet especially for Steve after what happened with his dad. They needed to feel in control and so did you. You desperately needed to feel like you could reign them in and keep their vices in check so it didn’t get worse.

If they needed to use you so they didn’t use themselves, so be it.

Your eyes flick between theirs before a slow, cool laugh leaves your lips.

“Oh, come on, boys. Don’t pretend like you fucking care now. I’m a whore right, Ed? Steve? Come on, baby.” You coo in a sarcastic tone as you push up on your knees and wrap your arms around the man’s neck. “Prove to me you’re not nothing. Show me what a real Harrington man is.”

With newfound motivation, he manhandled you till you were on your hands and knees facing Eddie’s lap. You mewled, biting your lip at the feeling of Steve’s spit hitting your cunt before he pushed down his shorts enough to free his cock and roughly thrust it into your entrance.

Ringed fingers tangled in your hair, tugging you back till you were looking at the metalhead’s angry face.

“You’re going to suck my cock, little girl, and you’re going to take all of it. No whining or complaining. Sluts do what they’re told.”

You nodded with heavy eyes as the man behind you abused that sensitive spot inside you over and over till your toes were curling. Shimming out of his boxers without letting you go; his dick sprang free and you wasted no time taking him into your mouth.

Eddie groaned as you did what you were told, his tip hitting the back of your throat as you drooled around him. Every time you moaned at Steve’s thrusts, his fingers gripped you tighter as his eyes fluttered shut.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it. At least that bratty mouth is good for something. Shit.”

Looping his arm around you, Steve’s hand reached between your legs and began rubbing fast circles into your clit that had you screaming around Eddie as you pushed back against his hand.

“Fuck, Steve!”

“Yeah. That’s the fucking spot. I know. No one knows you better than us, little girl. Cum. Cum hard on my cock, Y/N!”, he demands as he spanks you with his other palm.

As the ball drops, you moan his name as your pussy quivers around him.

“Fuck. That’s it. Good girl. Good fucking girl.”, Steve grunts as he pounds into you chasing his high.

Clinging to your hair, Eddie holds you still as he thrusts up into your mouth and fucks your face as you gag.

“There you go, you little whore. Choke on my dick.”

Steve’s rhythm falters and he grunts as he releases his spend roughly into your cunt. As he fills you up, the metalhead pushes you lower onto his lap and growls loudly as your throat constricts around him. They both pull out of you at the same time and Eddie forcefully tugs you onto his lap facing him.

Your jaw falls open as he grips your waist and brings your down onto his cock, your hands clinging to his shoulders as he guides your movements.

“Harder, Y/N! Fucking make me believe that you fucking care!”

As you wrap your arms around him for leverage, you bounce faster and harder on his lap, throwing your head back as you moan loudly.

“E-Eddie, please!”

“Fuck.”, he grunts, lifting you into the air without pulling out, sitting you on the sofa while his palm grips the back as he takes over thrusting into you. “God, you feel so fucking good. You’re ours, little girl. This pussy belongs to us.”

When all you do is mewl and nod, his fingers take hold of your jaw, and force you to meet his intense gaze.

“Say it, Y/N. So we know you fucking understand.”

“I-I…my pussy be-belongs to you. Fuck.”

“Who do you belong to?”

“You two.”

“WHO?!”, he snarls as he rolls his hips hard.

“EDDIE AND STEVE! Fuck, I’m gonna—”

The metalhead’s ringed fingers grab your throat and you whimper as you cum again. Eddie’s grip tightens and you feel your air slightly cut off. Right as your panicked eyes find Steve’s, the other boy paints your walls as he fucks it deep into your core.

Steve reaches over and tugs at his friend’s wrist, signaling for him to release you which he does. His chocolate eyes scan you over with worry, when he hears you cough as you catch your breath.

“I…I…shit. Y/N, are you…okay?”

When you don’t answer, they swiftly kick into action as Steve lifts you into his arms and carries you to his bathroom where he gets the tub ready. Eddie appears next to you with a bottle of water but as he offers it to you, you turn away.

“Sweetheart, you have to drink something.”

“Like either of you care.”

“Honey, of course we care.”

“DON’T! Don’t you honey and sweetheart me! I’m a whore who wants to fuck the entire town, right?! I’m butting into your business and making things worse, right?! I don’t love you and you don’t care if I leave, RIGHT?!” Pushing Steve away, you wince as you lower yourself in the warm water and bring your knees to your chin. “What do I have to do to prove to you that I only want you two? That I’m not going anywhere? Why does it have to be this way?”

They hang their heads as they silently clean you and you allow it. After drying you off and finding you a new pair of clothes to wear, you continue to ignore them as you climb into Steve’s bed and close your eyes. Both boys do the same, placing themselves on either side of you as Eddie presses himself against your back looping his arm around you and pulling you to him while Steve tenderly caressed your face.

“We’re sorry, baby.”, he whispers. “You deserve so much more than this. We’re fucking assholes.”

Steve watched your bottom lip quiver as Eddie held you tighter to his chest and he pressed his face into your shoulder as he began to quietly cry.

“I’m sorry, princess. I didn’t mean to grab you so hard. I love you. You’re not a whore. You’re our perfect angel. We can be better, Y/N.”

###########

“Hey, Y/N. Are you alright? You look tired.”

“Oh, thanks Glen. You know I’m trying this new routine—”

“Ok, ok, I get it. That was a little rude.”, he laughs. “You know, you always look beautiful.”

You softly smile as you turn towards your locker. These were the moments you wish you could tell people that you, Eddie, and Steve were more than best friends. Glen was a nice guy but you were in love with someone else. You knew it bothered them (especially Eddie) when men hit on you and it equally upset you when girls would do the same with them.

They knew better though just like you. You knew when Steve stumbled into a room with a girl on his heels they were probably just talking. Whenever he would call you over at 2am sobbing about something you couldn’t understand under his slurred words, you were positive that the perfume you were smelling was most likely yours from days ago when you spent the night.

They made sure you never had to worry about things like that…

As you opened your locker a note tumbled into your hand.

“Hey pretty girl,

We just wanted to say we love you so much and miss you.

Can’t wait to see you later tonight.

You deserve the world, angel.

-Steve X Eddie”

“Are you, um, going to the party tonight?”

“Yeah.”, you answer him as you hold the note to your chest. “Steve is probably going to pick me and Eddie up.”

“Oh. Ok…I thought, maybe, you’d want to ride with me.”

“Glen…I…thank you but I’m just not…”

“Hey. No worries.”, he grins. “I’ll still be your friend and think you’re cool.”

***

“Geez, this fucking house is insane. How many people live here?”, Eddie asks as he takes a sip of the “punch” in his cup.

“I think 3 but…”, you laugh as you wonder around with them.

“Pfft. Jamie’s parents and herself makes three people who are never home.” Steve picks up a figurine and shows it to you with confusion before putting it back. “I will never understand why rich people buy these massive houses but are never in them. Our house isn’t that big but it’s just me or the three of us 99% of the time.”

“Ok, got it. When we move in together no big house.”, you giggle causing him to stick out his tongue at you.

“That’s too bad. When I became a rockstar I was going to buy us a HUGE mansion.”, the metalhead muses as he glances up another spiral staircase that was blocked off. After looking around, he tugs down the ribbon, and grabs your hand to guide you up to the next floor.

“Hm, baby. This reminds me of The Shining.”, you whine.

Eddie chuckles as he turns around and wiggles his index finger in front of your face.

“Redrum!”

“Stop!”

Continuing to laugh, he pulls you to his side as you wrap your arms around his waist. You loved these moments; the moments where they seemed like their old selves before things had gotten worse. It gave you hope that you could save them; that you could bring the Eddie and Steve you first met on those swings back to you.

“Hey guys. Come look at this here.”, Steve calls as he opens a random door. “This must be her parent’s room.”

As he stared at the massive sized bed with a canopy, you ventured into the bathroom while Eddie looked around the closet.

“Jesus Christ, this is bigger than our fucking trailer.”, he scoffs as he flashes Steve who followed him in some of the clothes. “If you need a bench in your closet, maybe the closet it too big, yeah?”

The other man took a swig from his flask as his eyes scanned everything around him.

“I don’t think I’ll every be rich enough to give her this.”, he mumbles causing the metalhead to abruptly turn his way.

“Don’t say that, Harrington. Just because your dad is a douchebag doesn’t mean you won’t own a company one day. It doesn’t have to be his.”

“Pfft, said the rockstar.”

“Ha! Yeah. That’s if I can get my fingers to do what I want them to do.”, Eddie sighs as he begins digging his is pockets, finding his little vile. “Or my brain for that matter.”

“Maybe…maybe we really should slow down, ya know?”, Steve whispers.

“It’s not that serious, Steven.”

“You almost choked her out.”

“And you fuck other cheerleaders. Do you really want to play that game right now?”, Eddie hisses.

“Shhh! I don’t…I don’t mean to. We go somewhere and then I wake up the next morning…”

“Yeah, tell her that.”

“I love her.”, Steve growls. “I don’t want to hurt her.”

“Well, I love her to.”, he sighs before patting his friend’s shoulder. “Everything’s fine, man. Trust me.”

The sound of you jumping onto the bed brings them back into reality as they exit the closet and find you sprawled out with a wide smile on your face. Crawling in beside you, the three of you lay there in comfortable silence as you listen to them breathe.

“I love you both…for who you are…I hope you know that.” You feel their eyes shift towards you as you continue. “No matter what. It’s always been just us and I’m always going to be here for you. I don’t care if we have a house like this or… a tiny trailer.”

“We’re not going to let you live your life in a tiny trailer, sweetheart. I don’t care what I have to do but that’s never going to be your reality.”

“Whatever WE have to do.”, Steve clarified. “We’re always going to be there for you, honey. You put up with a lot when it comes to us. Soon it will all be worth it.”

“Hey, I have an idea. Why don’t we ditch this party, go back to my place, and watch some spooky movies that will make Harrington pee his pants?”

Nodding, you giggle as Steve rolls his eyes. After running down the stairs, a face you recognized abruptly stopped you to say hello.

“Hi Glen. I’m actually about to leave!”

“Really? I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” His nervous eyes scan Steve’s stumbling frame as Eddie bounces on his heels waiting for you. “You’re leaving with them?”

“Yeah of course. We’re going to go hang out at Eddie’s trailer.”

“You’re driving right? Or, maybe, even I can.”

“Oh, um…” Your own gaze shifts towards them, taking note at the longer you take the more annoyed their eyes seem to become. “His place isn’t that fair. It’s not a big deal. I appreciate the thought though.”, you smile as you give him a quick hug.

Before you can turn away, Glen holds you in his grasp.

“Don’t go with them, Y/N. Please.”

Holding your smile, you pull away and nod your head, slightly assuring him that everything would be alright.

“What did he want?”

“Just to say hello. We have a couple of classes together and we help each other sometimes.” As you three search for Steve’s BMW, you anxiously watch him fumble with his keys. “Stevie, baby, maybe you should let me drive.”

“Pfft, I can drive, honey. I’m barely even drunk.”

Eddie’s arms wrap around you from behind as he tenderly kisses the nook between your neck and shoulder. “Come on, princess. You can sit in the back with me.”

***

Steve frustratingly tries to yank at the car door but it won’t budge.

“Steve…”, Eddie calls to his friend as the sirens begin to wail in the distance.

“I can’t…the door…” Desperately, he falls to his knees and tries to reach for your hand through the shattered window as you dangled upside down from where you were still buckled in. “I can’t reach her…Y/N…w-wake up.”

“S-S-Steve.” The sound of sirens got louder as the metalhead panicked going into sensory overload. The sirens, Steve grunting as he tried different ways to get to you, the smell of metal and blood. “STEVEN! We need to go. NOW!”

“Eddie, we can’t just leave her here!”

The long-haired boy tugged at his friend’s sweater, dragging him to his feet.

“Yeah? And you’ll never see her again if you get arrested for drunk driving and me for possession. She’ll be fine. They’re almost here. They can get her out!”

Steve had his own internal battle pausing only for a second when he heard the sound of you groan.

“I-I-I…FUCK!”

Both boys run and disappear just as Hopper’s police car skids onto the scene.

***

“Hey, Y/N. This feels like a stupid question but how are you feeling?”, the police chief asks as he takes a seat beside your hospital bed. It had been almost two weeks since the accident and people could barely get anything out of you.

Your parents had been by your side the entire time, holding your hand, and caressing your hair as you cried through every painful process the doctors put you through. Your mom and Hopper exchange a worried glance as you ignore the question, continuing to stare at the phone by your bed.

“I’m not going to bug you too much but I was hoping to get some more details about what happened. We know you weren’t driving because we found you buckled in the backseat.”

Again, no response.

“We, uh, got a tip that you and some friends left a party at the same time. Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington? The car in the accident is also Mr. Harrington’s.” Your eyes start to tear up and you quickly suffocate the notion by closing your eyes. “Um, Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N, may I have a moment alone with Y/N?”

After your parent’s leave, Hopper comes to sit on the opposite end of the room directly in front of you, his gaze soft as he scans you over.

“Y/N, you’re not in trouble. I know you didn’t cause this. I also know that you’re very loyal to your friends but, honey, you’re not helping either of them if they don’t face the consequences for what they do.” Your eyes open finally meeting his and he doesn’t faulter as he continues. “No one is in trouble here. I just want to help them and you. I also want to make sure no one else gets hurt.”

Shifting you gaze towards the phone again, a montage of everything they had been through ran through your mind. Eddie had lost his mom and his dad was abusive before going in. After moving in with Wayne, things got better at home but not at school or in Hawkins. People bullied him relentlessly making him feel like he was a freak who would never be anything but.

Steve had basically raised himself being alone most of his childhood. His asshole father and absent mother were always away on business or even pleasure leaving him behind. When they were home, his dad said terrible things to him and broke him down constantly telling him he was worthless. While the boy was popular school, adults constantly seemed to underestimate him adding to his insecurity.

They didn’t need prison, they needed you. It was just you and them against the world. Yeah, they hadn’t called yet but they would. They would give you a rational reason for leaving you behind and comfort you, telling you everything would be ok. Then things could go back to how they used to be or even better. Maybe this accident would wake them up to the damage their vices can do…

“I don’t remember who was driving. I just remember something darting into the road and then waking up here.”, you whisper.

The police chief sighs as he nods. He can’t force you to say what you need to say. If that’s the story you want to stick with, he’ll write his report and give it to the insurance companies.

“I see. Ok, Y/N. Thank you for your candor and I hope…I hope you feel better. I’m always here if you need to talk.”

Softly smiling, you turn your attention back to the phone as you continue to wait.

They’ll call or come by. They love me. We need each other… I know it.

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cielos-pintados · 2 months

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We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to bring you

🌟Atlas🌟

Or at least the beginnings of him. If anyone wants to draw him, go for it 😅 I can’t. So instead you get concept art, picrews, and hopefully helpful descriptions. Here we go!

The Concept Art

Look at him 🥺 he’s so precious

The Picrews

Star 👆 eh. It’s just an idea…a rough base?

Human uh 👀 disguise yeah disguise 🥸 👆gotta get around Rosas somehow!

Hopefully Helpful Descriptions!

So his outfit’s mostly black, like the art of him flying over Asha. But it’s got this kinda shirt under that half cape thing.

Pretend it’s black, and all the stitching’s gold thread. And then the half cape/shoulder/cloak..thing…has constellations. He absolutely has the pointy elf shoe boots, also black, because yes. Who doesn’t need pointy elf shoe boots? Pants are just…pants. Black pants. Super exciting.

So his cape and hair are fun. When he’s being magical, it sorta starts at the base of his hair? A really rich yellow, then it fades into a white at the ends. And the cape shows after that? It’s just a sorta vague cape shape, very transparent because it’s made of stardust. And then stardust kinda settles over his freckles? He’s very dramatic 😆 and it’s a very smooth kind of..transformation? I guess you could call it that.

Personality

Now my boy is like Rapunzel-meets-Ariel-meets-Peter Pan-meets-lightbulb. Everything about the “World Below” is absolutely fascinating. He’s easily distracted, a little naive, a bit of a jokester, and a whole lotta “see the best in everyone”. A good contrast to Asha’s “the world is out to hurt me”. He’s gonna learn that earth isn’t what he thought it was, but there’s still good in it. It’s big and broken, but good. Yeah, still good.

Oh also he’s mute. So this is both a stretch of a reference and just something I thought would be neat. He mostly communicates through stardust and sign language. The stardust is a stretch-erence of Mini Maui. Tiny Maui. Idk what he’s called- this guy

Because he makes little scenes to show Asha when he thinks her plan is a terrible idea. …which is most of the time… and he’ll also shoot off little silent fireworks when he’s really excited? As for the sign language…let’s say…they’re gonna rely on some library books for that? They both have to learn.

At first, he doesn’t understand why Asha’s planning to take down the king and queen. They seem like perfectly nice people to him. It’s only after plot that he really understands.

I FORGOT HE SHAPESHIFTS INTO ANIMALS YEAH

Okay, now I leave him to you:

What do you think?

For now, Cielo out!

And back to your regularly scheduled programming!

@chillwildwave @ishadow246 @signed-sapphire @oh-shtars @annymation @gracebeth3604 @uva124 @rascalentertainments @thisnameisnotspokenfor @snackara @cerulean-crow @your-ne1ghbor

#wish rewrite #character design #ftas #wish 2023 #starboy #atlas #is he unoriginal? maybe #I’m late to the rewrite club #either way I love him #I think he’s fun

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lazaruspiss · 8 months

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Begging for jaydick headcanons because I'm also a Jaydick hoe 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

where do i begin. horny? horny probably.

Dick bottoms like 90% of the time but as far as any dom/sub things go those two are the switches to end all switches. both need to be told they're a Good Boy while getting the soul fucked out of em and both need to dote on the other and remind them how much they like (love) them.

i think they'd also both have a bit of a sadistic streak, but Dick is the only masochistic one. i don't think Jason would be too big on being roughed up in a sexual context, i just can't picture it. no physical roughness, no particularly intense degradation, but that just means Dick has to get creative lol. though on the subject Dick also wouldn't /like/ feeding his own sadism.

i have a fair few sadist Dick thoughts based of off the times in canon where he hurts someone, recognizes that he enjoys it, and express at least some level of disapproval towards himself for feeling that way. no one really talks about how Dick does seem to, yknow, like fighting. not bc he's some angry violent asshole or bc it's violence for the greater good, but just bc it scratches the ever persistent adrenaline need in his brain.

hmmmm. Dick getting fed up with Jason being too thoughtful. we're gonna tread a tiny bit into projection territory but stick with me. when someone spends too much time being used by people or constantly shaping themselves around what others want it can kinda fuck up their head. when someone approaches without wanting that, without wanting them to shape themself around what they want, it can be a shock. Jason so aggressively wants Dick to be independent and true to himself that it's something they fight over, bc Dick's entire life has revolved around serving others and Jason can't just uproot all that by telling him his entire life is a lie and that he should reevaluate everything about himself and everyone around him. ok yeah im having flashbacks to the jaydick thing i wrote forever ago. (x)

they can both cook and take turns planning meals, with one making sure to call/message the other if they get busy with something so that they can adjust their plans around whatevers happening. i can also see cooking being a bit personal and intimate to them. Jason sticks to eating shitty fast food most of the time and never really cared about proper meals when he was on his own, but now he has someone to come home to. someone to eat with. he cares a lot about cooking well because he wants to show without words just how much it means to him to have Dick around. Dick has been shown to cook for people when they come over, so i think it'd just feel like basic courtesy to him. some sort of standard politeness to feed and welcome his guests if he can. he wears himself thin a lot of the time and doesn't tend to make an effort to cook when it's just him, but when he does cook he enjoys it. repetitive motions, straightforward instructions, relaxing sounds and smells, cooking is fun. seeing Jason gorge himself is also very heartwarming, and more filling than any meal.

theyd have a mutual agreement to, /if/ they have kids, raise them non-religious. between Jason "possibly catholic but also died and so it's complicated" Todd and Dick "my religion is Batman" Grayson, they really don't wanna pass on any of that to any theoretical kids.

on the subject of child rearing still: i think Dick would be against sending them to any kind of private school. he had a very not good time there and thinks that if theres gonna be a chance for their kid to be picked on either way than he'd rather not waste the money. if anything he thinks private school would be worse, because all those shitty rich kids know each other and each others parents and he'd really prefer his kid not being beat up and called slurs bc of who their parents are. he'd rather homeschool if their schedules allowed it but he recognizes that would be too impractical. Jason would have more mixed feelings, bc there can be a bit of an advantage in the long run from having gone to a reputable and recognizable school, but he also isn't sure it's worth having an argument about when chances are the kids gonna learn all the important stuff from them anyways. there is a very tense conversation to be had before enrolling their baby in kindergarten.

they have a few too many conversations about theoretically having kids for guys who don't have the guts to just go for it. waiting for an orphan to drop in their laps like theyre fuckin batman. idiots.

they're a bit worried about the Titans' reaction but the worst that happens is Wally giving an exaggerated sigh as he gives Donna her well earned 50 bucks. everyone saw it coming, and you two are hopeless. Wally is excited to be Dick's best man for realsies this time, and Jason is on the receiving end of a few too many shovel talks. by the time Roy gets to him it's turned into

Roy: yeah i dont need to say it do i. blah blah hurt him and ill kill you and all that. congrats on the boyfriend.

Jason: oh cmon, i thought you would at least have some faith in me.

Roy: bros before hoes, sorry man.

Jason: ... excuse me?

Gar's version of a shovel talk is just turning into a grizzly bear and doing the "ive got my eyes on you" gesture. anyways Bruce is invited to the wedding on the condition that his assigned seat is next to the Riddler and he has to pretend that Brucie has gotten real into riddles lately. he has to laugh at Eddie's jokes under the threat of never being allowed to contact Dick or Jason again. Jason suggested it bc he thought it would be funny, Dick rolled his eyes but agreed bc it means Bruce can't corner him to berate him about his life choices.

#asks #anon #jaydick #i could probably keep going but uh. post long.

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Who decided ice cream is “sick people food“?

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Felix

Caregiver: Seungmin

Prompt: @sicktember

No one’s POV.:

A cold had been passed around the group recently and just when Felix thought he had managed to evade it, he was the last member to come down with it. It wasn’t so bad when he first woke up, noting how his nose felt blocked on one side and his throat itched. Figuring he just needed a drink to soothe the dryness in his throat, Felix rolled out of bed and was hit by a wave of vertigo, that made him plop back down on his bed. It took a minute for his head to stop spinning before he could make another attempt. “Oh, you’re up early”, Seungmin commented, when the Aussie joined him in the kitchen. Nodding, Felix mumbled: “Needed some water.” They both looked shocked at how croaky his voice had come out and Seungmin quickly poured him a glass of water. “Are you sick?”, he frowned, brushing the backs of his fingers against Felix’ forehead while the older sipped his water.

Felix set the glass down on the counter and cleared his throat, humming: “Didn’t think I was. I dunno. My throat kinda hurts.” – “Yeah, you still don’t sound so great”, Seungmin agreed, “You don’t feel warm but I wouldn’t be surprised if you started to run a fever later. A sore throat and shot voice were how it started for most of us.” – “Ugh, I really hope I won’t”, the Aussie muttered, massaging his throat, “We got stuff to do.” Having stuff to do had rarely been enough to convince fate not to hit, so Felix shouldn’t have been so surprised when he already grew sleepy again once he got in the car. His mind has been hazy all morning and Seungmin probably had a point. Still, Felix hoped he’d be able to hold out a little longer before the cold did him in.

Knowing how unrealistic it was that Felix should be the only one evading the group’s germs, Seungmin slipped a few packs of tissues into his bag. If his predictions were right, the Aussie would need them sooner rather than later. Good thing he did because Felix woke up from his unintentional nap to a completely blocked nose, that started to run like a faucet as soon as he got out of the car. “Oh dear, it finally got you too, mate”, Chan greeted, taking a single glance at his dongsaeng. The younger hadn’t even needed to say a word, that would’ve given away the rough shape his throat was in. Nodding defeatedly, Felix breathed: “Could’ve disregarded it as a fluke this morning but it’s getting worse. I’ll just see how long I can last.”

Though they would’ve liked Felix to rest, Chan knew there was little he could do or say to convince the younger and he didn’t want to pull the leader card. At least, not yet. He could just keep an eye on Felix and make sure he took it easy today. If he developed a fever, it should make it easy to get him to stay home the next day and since the rest of them had just recovered from the same cold, Chan could just pretend to be tired himself, so that was why they needed to take more breaks. The leader sold it almost convincingly but eventually, Changbin caught on. Well, it was rather hard to miss when Felix muffled cough after cough into the crook of his elbow, the sound low and painful. “Sip this slowly”, the rapper instructed, handing Felix his water bottle. Steadily rubbing his dongsaeng’s back, Changbin hummed: “Do you wanna sit down for a bit? You look wiped.” – “If I sit down, I don’t think I’ll get back up again”, the Aussie croaked, tears stinging his eyes, “Worst is my throat anyway and that won’t get better by sitting.”

“Perhaps not by sitting but maybe if you suck on a cough drop?”, Jeongin offered, holding out his hand. He still had a bunch in his bag but didn’t need them anymore, at least not as badly as Felix did. The Aussie accepted it and popped it between his chapped lips. All the mouth breathing he was doing was drying out his lips. For the moment, it did soothe the irritation in his throat a little but that didn’t last long and the further the day progressed, the worse the pain got. Eventually, Chan decided to send the younger home because he could barely talk and his eyes had finally developed that feverish gloss. Felix wasn’t particularly pleased with the decision but knew there was no point in arguing. The entire group had been through this cold, all of them taking at least one sick day, so why should he be the exception? He’d need to rest and wait it out just like everyone else.

On the way to his dorm, Felix started to shiver. Yup, the chills were most definitely setting in. More of a reason to take that nice hot bath, he had been contemplating. He had the time and really wanted something to clear up the congestion, so he’d dig out the eucalyptus bath salt his mom had gifted him once and enjoy a nice long soak. Hopefully, it’d soothe his achy muscles too.

Chan had also instructed him to have some soup for nourishment and because he figured that being typical ‘sick people food’, it’d soothe Felix’ sore throat but he hadn’t considered, just how little appetite the boy might have. Besides, the dancer felt in no mood to cook and he didn’t like the canned soups Seungmin kept on hand at their dorm, so while he had promised Chan that he’d eat something, it was unlikely going to be soup. Resting his head against the edge of the bathtub, Felix closed his eyes and took a deep breath, relieved that it slowly got easier. His nose was running a little now but he didn’t mind, at least his sinuses were clearing up. At first, the warmth of the water had felt odd and uncomfortable against his skin, sensitive from the fever, but it grew comfortable as he got used to it and his muscles finally relaxed.

Felix had a hard time not accidentally falling asleep in the tub because he knew that was dangerous but it was so comfy that it made him drowsy. The only thing the bath hadn’t improved in the slightest, was the bothersome headache still thumping behind his temples. Maybe some painkillers didn’t sound too bad but what could he possibly convince himself to eat. Anything he could think of would hurt his throat and it didn’t seem worth the pain. Ugh, he’d also have to get out of the tub if he wanted to get food and medicine. He should’ve thought this through earlier. No way he had the energy to get out now.

Turns out, he did find the energy somewhere in him but only because something had loosened in his chest and he kept coughing. A drink suddenly sounded far better than staying in the warm water for longer. Bundled up in a thick sweater, with a pair of fuzzy socks on his feet, Felix shuffled to the kitchen and poured himself some water. Sipping it slowly, he went through the different cabinets and drawers in search of something quick but relatively pain free to eat. Nothing looked appealing at all, so he grumpily checked the fridge and perked up when he reached for the freezer. If the Aussie remembered correctly, they still had some ice cream. That’d be smooth and the cold would numb the pain in his throat, so it had to be perfect right?

It was almost perfect. Smiling happily because they indeed had some ice cream, Felix grabbed a spoon and made his way over to the couch, already shuddering because the bowl was so cold in his hands. Well, one more instance in which he was glad that they always kept a fluffy blanket draped over the back of the couch. Placing his ice cream onto the coffee table, Felix wrapped himself in his fluffy blanket and huddled on the couch before he continued eating.

Worried about his dongsaeng, Chan decided to accompany Seungmin home after their schedule concluded, so they could check on Felix together. The dancer had taken his medication after he finished his scoop of ice cream and even managed to take a little nap once it kicked in. Now that it was wearing off though, Felix had to consider his options. There was one small serving of ice cream left, so he could have that now but what then? He’d have to figure something out for the upcoming days because he doubted his throat would be any better by then. Possibly even worse if this cough kept tearing it up.

Deciding that his future self could worry about that, Felix pulled the fluffy blanket tighter around his shoulders and padded to the kitchen. He didn’t even bother to scoop the ice cream into a bowl this time. There was so little left, he could just eat it out of the tub. Once again, the first few bites sent shivers down his spine but he sighed in relief because it numbed the back of his throat a little, the oain temporarily forgotten. Just as Felix was finishing off the last bite of ice cream, Seungmin let Chan into the apartment and kicked off his shoes. Spotting the younger in the living room, Chan waved and smiled: “Hi there, Lixxie. How’re you feeling?” – “I’m okay”, Felix rasped, placing the empty container onto the coffee table before rubbing his arms to quell the chills. “Now, who decided ice cream is ‘sick people food’?”, the leader questioned, walking over to help the dancer fix the blanket. Glaring at his hyung, Felix snapped: “Shut it, Christopher! My throat’s killin’ me and this helped. We ran out though, so if anyone was willing to get me more tomorrow, that’d be highly appreciated.”

With the way Felix’ voice had given out towards the end, nobody doubted his statement and Seungmin volunteered to head to the mini-market and pick up some more ice cream. Chan took a seat next to Felix and pulled him into his arms to warm him up, softly explaining the arrangements he had been able to make to his schedule, so he’d get the time to rest and recover. He felt a little guilty for teasing the younger about his meal choice because he still remembered how inflamed his own throat had been not even two weeks ago. That didn’t mean that he didn’t cherish Seungmin for also bringing home a few bags of frozen fruit for Felix to blend into smoothies as it would no doubt be the better alternative long-term if they wanted their friend to get the vitamins he’d need.

With how feverish Felix still was after taking his dose of medicine, it was apparent that he’d have an early bedtime. Chan wasn’t too concerned about catching the dancer’s cold after just having gotten over it himself, so he didn’t hesitate to climb into his dongsaeng’s bed after him. Just one of those sad puppy-eye looks was enough to make the leader go all mushy and Felix knew it. Obviously, he’d use that to his advantage if it meant someone would hold him through the chills and confusingly vivid fever dreams.

#fanfic #fluff #comfort #fanfiction #sickfic #sick #stray kids #skz #sicktember #sicktember2024 #tw rpf #rpf

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lonelywretchjervistetch · 1 year

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My DC Cinematic Universe: Superman (Epilogue)

Epilogue: My Adventures with Superman

...Well, holy shit. Just when I was getting worried that nobody would get Superman, along comes one of the best comic-book related products we've seen in years, which delivers me so much of the stuff I wanted in a cinematic version of Superman...and is almost perfect. Yeah, it's definitely not perfect, but goddamn if this isn't one of my ideal versions of Superman.

Y'know, I've considered doing sort of a sum-up of the different major adaptations of the Superman mythos by bringing together all the points made in my essays, but I felt it was too much. For this, however, I think that makes sense. And yes, I'm doing this after only 4 episodes have aired, and yes, I realize that what just happened in the most recent episode is fucking insane and something I desperately want in a Superman story...but I'll at least cover my personal approach, since this show's kinda hot right now. And rarely do I have the chance to jump on a burgeoning fandom, so FUCK IT!

If you'd like to see my previous and insane essays on my preferred version of the Man of Steel, here's the link! Always. Be. Plugging. But if you'd rather hear my opinion of My Adventures with Superman, then check out the section after the jump. But just know that I like it, with a couple of caveats that you've probably already heard about this show.

Clark Kent: Abnormal Superman

Um...did somebody read my essays before I even thought about them, because this is pretty goddamn close to my ideal Clark Kent. He's a big ol' dork with a heart of god who wants to do the right thing, but is also nowhere near perfect in his everyday life and methods. He's a teensy bit clumsy, but still very well-put together. He wants to help when and how he can, and is willing to go along with shenanigans to do so. He has an actual personality, and most importantly, he feels human.

Yeah, this is a dude from Kansas who also happens to be an alien. And good goddamn, is scaling down his powers and knowledge of his past a great idea. Smallville, of course, did this, but that version of Clark was often too serious and rough around the edges. And maybe most importantly, Tom Welling's Clark never seemed like an outcast. I mean, the dude was handsome as all fuck, and built like a linebacker. And yet, I'm supposed to buy that the guy is a loser and outcast? Yeah, no, not buying it. But this Clark? Yeah, the guy's a massive dork. Handsome and built like a fucking freight train, yeah, but still a dork. And maybe most importantly...I don't buy this dude as Superman.

Yeah. Really. I mean, dude is OBVIOUSLY Superman, because he's built like a tank and super nice, but I get not fully seeing this guy as Superman. Somehow, FUCKING SOMEHOW, they pull this off better than literally any other version I've seen since the Christopher Reeves version. And yeah, that's insanely high praise, because Reeves has some of the best dichotomous acting I've ever seen. But this Superman and this Clark both seem like the same person and separate people at the same time somehow. It's an impressive feat that I can barely explain.

And yet...they're still definitely the same person. Any sane person would be able to figure it out eventually, with enough personal interaction. It's one of the reasons why the glasses joke exists, because it really shouldn't make much sense. But in this series, the glasses actually change the shape of his pace, and slight changes in his posture and voice (by the pretty great Jack Quaid) actually do work as a subtle mask for the character. But will that last forever? Well...more on that later.

I also said this before, but I love the fact that we're learning about Clark and his powers as he's learning about himself. This series is obviously anime-inspired, and it really leans into the shonen angle thematically and visually. When the first art for this show came out, I was intrigued but cautious. Now, though, I'm into it. We'll see how the more anime-esque electrical powers work out, but it actually seems like a reference to the sporadically used bioelectric field manipulation ability that Superman has in the comics. Yeah, he has a field of bioelectricity around his body that provides him (and his costume) with invulnerability, and also occasionally gives him plot-convenience powers. Don't ask questions, OK? It's a comic book thing.

Speaking of that, though, the creators are definitely playing fast and loose with the Superman mythos, and I'm interested to see exactly how that plays out as the series continues. I'm a little cautious for reasons to be addressed later, but I'm still quite interested. So, now that we've covered Superman, whom I think is fantastic in his characterization...let's get to the character who I think is excellently represented in this series.

Lois Lane: Intrepid (Intern) Reporter

Jesus Christ, this is a great Lois. There are a lot of ways you can do a good Lois, and there are a number of great Loises, but MAWS' Lois ranks extremely high on that list. Dogged to the point of recklessness, determined to get the truth at all costs, and desperate to be a great reporter, she has the stuff that makes any great Lois. But what really puts her over the edge for me is her characterization. Alice Lee does a fantastic job as Lois' voice, and gives her a mix of naivete, determination, and...oddly, hope. I dunno, there's something about Lee's portrayal that really works for me.

And a lot of people have pointed out two things. One, she's basically Lux from The Owl House. Yeah. And? Fucking and? Luz is a fantastic character in her own right, and very Lois Lane-esque. Personally, I think that's a great and worthy comparison for any version of Luz. Secondly, she's a tomboy. And I think most people on Tumblr are fine with that, but I also see some criticism for that choice. And for those who don't like that...fuck off a little bit. Not a lot, but a little bit. There's nothing wrong with a slightly more tomboyish Lois, and I actually adore a Lois who isn't a damsel in distress all the time. She literally fights some of the bad guys in this series, and we're only four episodes in! Seriously, I love that. And she is occasionally in distress, but she gets into that shit herself, which is exactly what Lois Lane is supposed to do. Look, I love this Lois. Oh, and another thing!

Is Lois Korean? Holy shit, that's fantastic! I said in my second essay that Lois is one of those characters who isn't racially bound in any way. There, I suggested that she could be played by a Latina, which has been hinted at before in some comics. But honestly, this is a great choice! And I only say Korean because, in the most recent episode, she appears to be wearing the top half of a hanbok, which is a traditionally Korean dress. And yeah, I'm fully here for it. Don't know if she's mixed or not (we'll probably see Sam Lane at a later date), but this is great all on its own.

And then, there's the other thing: Lois' position as Superman's Inevitable Love Interest. The ILE is, of course, a tradition in all things superhero comic, and Lois is arguably the first and most famous of all ILEs. Like Thanos before her, she is truly inevitable, and that seems to be at the center of this series. Oh, and at this point...sort of SPOILERS AHEAD??? I mean, come on, this was obviously gonna happen.

By the end of episode 4, these two are clearly romantically interested in each other. Hell, by the end of episode 1, these two are interested in each other. And can I just say that's they're hands fucking down the most adorable Clark and Lois I've ever fucking seen? I mean it, they're the best version of this couple in live-action media, and I can actually see them becoming the comic book versions of that couple.

As a quick compare and contrast of the most notable versions:

Reeves and Kidder were great, but the movies never actually committed in having them be a couple. They actively made sure it wouldn't happen a couple of times, to much irritation, and their relationship never truly blossomed, which was based on the comics at the time.

Fuck Dean Cain...but Cain and Hatcher were pretty good as a couple, pre-and-post-marriage. Which, again, was a part of comics at the time, so it makes sense. Even then, I wouldn't call them particularly cute, just more of a relatively normal couple.

Don't get me wrong, I love Daly and Durance's animated versions of the two...but they never actually became a couple until the very end of Superman: The Animated Series. And we only saw them as Lois and Superman, not Lois and Clark. So, sadly, they don't rank.

Welling and Durance were...off-and-on. Funnily enough, their appearance as this version of the couple in the Arrowverse crossovers was probably better than any other appearance they had, and their appearances in the 10th season were genuinely quite nice. High up there as the best version, and one of my favorites.

Hoechlin and Tulloch are, in my opinion, the best married version of the characters. They honestly nail it, and their chemistry is pretty much perfect. Their versions of the characters still rank pretty high as some of the best, and they're even better as a couple.

Routh and Bosworth...moving on...

Cavill and Adams...well...I mean...they have some chemistry, and...they've definitely had sex. Um. Yeah. That's it. Whoooooo.

O'Connell and Romjin are a little-remembered animated version of the two, and not the only animated version of the two, either. But honestly, they're really good in The Death of Superman and Reign of the Supermen, and were my favorite animated version of them as a couple...prior to MAWS.

And OK, sure, we've barely seen these two as a couple at this point, but I really like them. They're adorable, they're adorkable, they're supportive of each other, and their chemistry is basically immediate. They're just really cute and fun to watch, and I can't wait to see them progress. Especially because...

OK, I can't stress this enough, but skip the next GIF if you don't want spoilers, and scroll down until you get to Jimmy Olsen. Please. This is a biggie. OK? Got it? Read at your own peril.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT ARE YOU SERIOUS THEY ACTUALLY DID IT

If you've read my Superman essays, you know that I want movie Lois Lane to have found out Clark is Superman on her own, and before the movie starts. And holy shit, they actually did it in MAWS! FUCK YES! Lois is smart and sharp, so she should pick up on the fact that Clark is Superman! I love that they did this, even if her way of finding out was somewhat by accident. She still put the clues together on her own, so I'm satisfied with this ending! And I'm pretty sure they're not going to reverse this! If they do, I'd be pissed off, but I don't think they will. Just...HELL YEAH, BABEEEEEEEEEE

OK...I think the spoiler-free have scrolled past this by know, so...let's move on with the essay, shall we?

Supporting Cast: Jimmy and the Rest

OK, let's talk Jimmy Olsen (played by Ishmael Sahid). Honestly, I love the fact that he's a conspiracy nut with his own YouTube channel, and that he's literal bunkmates with Clark in this series. This is also pretty close to my perfect version of Jimmy Olsen, not gonna lie. His streaming name is even Flamebird, a deepcut comics reference that shows the creators not only know their stuff, but also actively care about Superman comics and history. That's one of the things that one me over in the first episode, for the record. But more on that later.

Jimmy is the third wheel, but one who's usually welcome. We'll see the fallout of the Lois-Clark romance soon, I'm sure, but Jimmy's role has been pretty much perfect. However, I would be remiss if I didn't mention that a black Jimmy Olsen, while welcomed by me...is a little weird when you look at the legion of ginger characters in media that have been replaced by black characters in adaptations. While, again, I don't think Jimmy is racially bound to being ginger, it is a fairly iconic part of his identity. And...yeah, a lot of ginger characters have been translated into black people in recent years, and that's...really weird, not gonna lie. Makes me think even more about my Legion of Super-Heroes essay, honestly. Still, solid-ass Jimmy, and I can't wait for more.

I actually adore Perry White (voiced by Darrell Brown) in this series, and his grumpy boss persona is...well, quintessential Perry White. I'd actually say this is a perfect version of the character, although that's not as difficult to nail as some other versions. Looking forward to seeing more of Perry's life as he supports our bumbling interns.

I was tickled pink to see Cat Grant (Melanie Minichino), Steve Lombard (Vincent Tong), and a genderbent Ronnie Troupe (Kenna Ramsey) in this show, because it once again signals to me that the show creators really care about Superman mythos. And honestly, these guys were transplanted essentially unchanged from the comics, as far as we can see so far. This may change in the future, but I'm very excited to see the rivalry between our three and these reports build and develop during the series. Great job with these guys.

The Kents only make an appearance in one episode thus far, but I think they're pretty good! We see them in the past and in the present, and they're a couple of farmers who love their son. They're also some of the youngest versions of the characters we've seen in adaptations, save for Smallville, and it works well! They also make it apparent that these are Clark's parents, even in the short time we see them. Again, good job so far, and I want to see more!

So, with all of that, I adore this series, and it's perfect! Right? Right?

The Villains: Literal and Figurative Cons

If you've heard anything about this series from Superman fans, then you've probably heard that the villains are...not amazing so far. And that's mostly because the villains are where this series takes the most liberties, while also downsizing most of them pretty severely. I'll go through them briefly here, but just know that the changes made so far are...not my favorite. And if you've read my essays, you know my opinion on villains in superhero media: you gotta nail them.

So, let's start with Livewire, AKA Leslie Willis (voiced by Zehra Fazal). I really love this character (and actually positioned her as a major villain in the second Superman movie of my cinematic universe), so I'm quite invested in Livewire. And this version is a tech-powered villain who kicks off the conflict for the first part of the series. She's a completely different version of the character...and she works? Kinda? Look, as the first villain to face Superman, she's fine, but she's barely Livewire. The end of the second episode hints that she may become more like the original down the line, but she's missing that sass of the original. And yeah, she works without that, but it doesn't feel like Livewire to me. That's nitpicking, though, because we have a much worse set of adaptations to cover.

Intergang is so much of a non-entity in this show, they have no GIFS on Tumblr. Understand, this community has made GIFs of every other character except these guys. In total, they are Silver Banshee AKA Siobhan MacDougal (played by Catherine Taber), Mist AKA Kyle Nimbus (played by Lucas Grabeel), and Rough House AKA Albert (played by Vincent Tong). And they've been changed from:

A cursed Scottish-Irish woman, empowered by magic and a major threat to the Man of Steel, having nearly killed him multiple times...and is currently dating Jimmy Olsen, which I kinda love?

A scientist who invented a process to turn himself into gaseous form, and used his powers to fight the hero Starman; this rivalry was passed on to the next generation, on the side of both hero and villain.

And the clone of a gangster endowed with super-strength, serving beneath Boss Moxie of Intergang, and the forces of the dark world of Apokolips above him.

...into a group of loser who got technology they couldn't handle. Yeah, it's a major downgrade, and two of those guys weren't even that notable in the first place. Siobhan gets completely fucking shafted here, and I think it's a genuine failure of this series. Harsh, I know, but seeing Silver Banshee get fucked over that hard really sucked for me.

Oh, and yeah, Intergang was a major villainous group for the Superman film in my cinematic universe, so removing their Apokoliptian ties...bums me the fuck out, too. Also, it looks like Flash villain Heat Wave is an upcoming member, which is...weird as fuck, honestly. We'll see how this pans out, but I'm not terribly enthusiastic about it.

And then there's Anthony Ivo (played by Jake Green), who's been repurposed into a tech bro entrepeneur in the vein of Elon Musk, in charge of AmazoTech, which is obviously a reference to the comic book version. And this was an...interesting set of choices, honestly. Some spoilers here, but Ivo's version of AMAZO is an armor that drains the power of Superman and redirects it against him. And yes, that makes Ivo also this universe's version of...Parasite. ANOTHER villain that I put in the second movie of my cinematic universe, and one of my absolute favorite Superman villains.

I don't hate the reinvention, but that's only because of what happens to Ivo at the end of the episode. I won't spoil it here, but he definitely turns into a more proper version of the character, so we'll see what happens there. As for his assistant, Alex (played by...somebody), well, he's interesting, isn't he? At first, I thought he was Alex Allston, one of the Parasite twins from the 2000s. But a number of people seem to think he might be another familiar red-headed Superman villain named Alexander, if you know what I mean. Let's just say, there's a possibility that he'll steal forty cakes at some point. And that's terrible.

And finally, there's...wait, is that Deathstroke AKA Slade WIlson (played by Chris Parnell)? Why is he young...and hot? Why is Slade young and hot? And two-eyed? I mean, yeah, sure, that's not the worst thing in the world, but...goddamn, that's some whiplash. Interestingly, he appears to be affiliated with Task Force X, which is name dropped in episode 2. Plus, Amanda Waller is clearly in the background, so a much wider plan is in play. And yeah, while it's weird to see young hot Deathstroke, I'll give it a chance.

Other villains have been hinted at, and allegedly radically reinvented, such as Mr. Mxyzptlk and Brainiac, but we've yet to see what will become of them. Still, this is a divisive start. As long as we get some actual supernatural threats, and not just people in armor, I'll be happy. Time will tell.

Story: Just Getting Started

At this point, it's pretty much impossible to judge the story of this series, since we've only just started. But, with the technology obtained by Livewire from a mysterious source, and then leaked into the criminal underworld, we at least have enough threats to supply tension throughout this first portion of the series. The relationship of our trio is progressing nicely, with Jimmy realizing his third-wheel status, and with the Lois and Clark relationship moving along interestingly and unexpectedly.

There's also a number of hanging plots that look promising, including Clark discovering his powers and origins; Task Force X and Deathstroke, as well as their interest in Superman; the missing Parasite technology after Ivo's fall; the rivalry between the interns and their reporter rivals; and even Lois' relationship with her father (who...might be the guy standing next to Waller in Task Force X? No clue, that's just a guess). So, we have some stuff to look forward to! And maybe, just maybe, the villains will also steadily improve. I think Silver Banshee's a lost cause at this point, but I have hope for Livewire and Parasite, at least. But again, time will tell.

I also can't wait to see what the creators have up their sleeves. They're obviously ans of Superman and his mythos. I didn't even mention what won me over on this show in the first place! Other than Clark and Lois themselves, of course. In the first episode, Lois introduces Jimmy and Clark to her information gatherers: the Newskid Legion. And for those of you who don't know, that's a reference to the Golden Age of Comics, and a group of street-wise kids that would become supporting characters of Superman's during the '90s (through the trendy magic of cloning)! The kids have an adaptation in this series, and that attention to lore alone made me an instant fan of this show. Sounds like nothing, I know, but it meant a hell of a lot to a Superfan like me. Now GIVE ME MY EVERYMAN BIBBO BIBBOWSKI!

Conclusion: A Hopeful Tomorrow

I'm...scared about Gunn's Superman film. I won't write a whole essay about it, but it sounds ambitious to the point of being bloated. A lot of recent casting news makes me feel like this is more of a set-up to the wider DCU, as less of a Superman film in and of itself. Plus, with rumors that Luthor is being cast, and no sign of a villain announcement yet...I dunno. It has me worried. So thank God for My Adventures with Superman.

This series is a blessing so far. Sure, it could blow for the rest of the season, but call me hopeful. I think this show is fantastic so far, and I'm really thinking it'll stick the landing with the first season. Alongside that, honestly, is the fact that it's trying something new for any Superman adaptation, and there's a bravery in that. I don't know if it'll go down as my preferred Superman adaptation (Superman: The Animated Series is a hard one to beat for me), but it's got a good start. And a brave series that inspires hope in the face of fear and impossible odds? Man, that's what Superman is all about.

And now that that's said and done (for now, anyway)...

I believe I have another essay series to finally finish.

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Part I: Why I Love Superman

Part II: On Lois Lane

Part III: The Kents

Part IV: The 'Rents

Part V: The...Frendts?

Part VI: Lex Luthor

Part VII: The Real Villains

Part VIII: Superman's Rogues Gallery

Part IX: The Story - Act One

Part X: The Story (Acts Two and Three)

Part XI: The Story - Climax

Part XII: Epilogue (Part One)

Part XIII: Epilogue (Part Two)

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SolAxl Week(ish)- Day 6

Not only late but skipping a prompt! I do intend to come back to it, it's just that the plot kinda spiraled out of control so if I want to consider finishing this thing in less than a month or more I better just step around the mess and come back to it.

Also going back to being typical of me. Tis simply how I do. I did take partial inspiration from the respiratory infection I got over the original ship week that made it too difficult to have everything done on time. Idk for some reason I just found it funny

6- Ghost Hunter AU, Sick Day, Drinking Together

Soup. Soup was supposed to be good for this kinda thing, wasn’t it? Probably not all that much, honestly, but one of those things that made people feel like it was?

(Whatever. It hadn’t been his area of expertise, even before. As he’d often scoff to his relatives as they clamored for his advice, he wasn’t that kind of doctor.)

Swiftly growing frustrated from staring at shelves, Sol simply grabbed a handful of basics and dumped them on the checkout counter. For what it was worth, the cashier only flinched a little at the sight and sound of him barging up.

“Find everything okay today, mister?”

Sol grunted. “Jus’ getting the essentials.”

“Looks like. Feeling okay? Your voice sounds a little rough.”

“Nah. That’s just a century’s worth of smoking. Gettin’ em ‘cause he ain’t going out himself.”

“Ah, that totally makes sense, I’d- “ He watched her visibly process the statement. She opened her mouth to speak, but seemingly thought better of it. “Well, they’re lucky to have you. Cash or card?”

Something about this sorta thing still didn’t feel quite right. Sol Badguy didn’t do the ‘domestic’ schtick. He was supposed to be out slumming it in the woods and hunting bounties, not doing medicine cabinet runs. It didn’t matter how much he hated scrounging for his own food and not having access to running water, part of him still struggled to deal with this shift in environment. Oftentimes, Axl was one of the few things to make the transition feel a little less jarring, but, well…

Sol used his hands just enough to twist the handle before doing the rest with a hip. “Hey, you up?”

And not an inch moved since he’d left. Their old sofa currently housed a heap of frayed blue fabric in the vague, sad shape of a man. Or a sad great dane. Or, if he squinted, a sad small pony. Sol watched it shift around at the sound of his voice.

“M’back. Got the stuff for ya. Most of it, at least.” He rustled the bag. “Cherry was the kind you were allergic to, right?”

The heap shifted again. Sol grabbed a handful of blanket, and, once he was somewhat sure there wasn’t any hair attached, he tugged it up until a miserable-looking face peered back at him.

“Mornin’, princess. How ya feeling?”

“...’ucks, -ief.”

He understood it enough. “Yeah, I figure. Was gonna buy you a whiteboard or something, but they didn’t have anything. Can get a pen if you want.”

Axl tried to scowl at him, but as soon as his lips wrinkled, it sent him into another coughing fit. As gently as he could manage, Sol thumped him on the back until it subsided. He watched the man shudder and sink back into his blanket cocoon.

“Y’know I was serious, right?” Sol found a spot to squeeze himself in and sit. “Gonna be honest, I’m kinda thrown off by it. Never seen you this quiet ever. Can’t wait ‘til this thing clears out and you can talk my ear off again.”

“Hhhh.” He took a bag of cough drops as they were offered, tearing it open and stuffing a hand in. “‘anks.”

Meanwhile, Sol kept digging through the bag, pulling a can of beer for himself and juice for his couchmate. Axl sent him a funny look, but took it anyway, tossing a couple of cough drops in his mouth before taking a swig.

Spotting something as it poked out from the blanket folds, Sol gave it a few tugs before finding himself in possession of the television remote. “Huh. Let’s see if there’s something stupid on.”

That got him another weird look. “What, don’t wanna? Though it’d take your mind off things.”

No, that didn’t seem like it was it. He watched Axl try to form a reply, but all that came out were raspy half-words that didn’t make much sense. He gestured vaguely at Sol, still not making much of a comprehensible point.

“You wanna watch something specific…?” Asked Sol, continuing to absentmindedly channel-surf.

“No! -onna- “ Clearly growing frustrated at his lack of success, Axl yanked at his hair and shoved the other man’s shoulder. “Sick!” He gestured to himself.

“Yeah? I know you’re sick, dumbass…” Oh. “You worried about me?”

” -es!” It almost came out as a coherent word, and in exchange, back he went to coughing.

“Tch, well ain’t you sweet.” Sol pressed a warm hand against his partner’s back and kneaded the skin at the base of his neck. Nah, ‘m not worried. Gear, remember? Overclocked immune system.”

“Mmph…” Satisfied, but still annoyed, Axl pulled the blankets back over his head. He flopped against Sol and took another sip of juice.

The Gear continued on in his search until he found something suitably stupid-looking, some kinda slapstick public-access cartoon. With his free hand, he patted the top of Axl’s blanket cocoon. “Lucky you, means you can hang off me all ya want. Free pass.”

Though he expected Axl would immediately take the opportunity and latch on, for now he seemed completely content to use him as a leaning rock and a source of heat. Huh. That sick, then. As much as Sol liked to roll his eyes at Axl’s overly-energetic nature and nonstop chatter, he missed it sorely as soon as it was gone. He hoped it wouldn’t be much more than a few days longer, then Axl would go back to being the cheery nuisance that Sol knew and loved.

#frog writes #guilty gear #sol badguy #axl low #solaxl #solaxl week 2024 #sickfic

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mkcannothelpyou · 1 year

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AK/Kinktober 2023, Day 6: “Harness”

"Kirara, I'm gonna be honest? This is insane, like, in a good way. This rules coming from you. You go, girl, get it." Utage pats her on the shoulder.

"You're okay with all of that stuff? Like, all of it is stuff we can do? Because I know some of it is kind of extreme especially towards the back end and if it's going to be hard to manage in a logistical or whatever sense we can…"

"Kirara, girl, deep breath." DEEP breath. Okay, Kirara, try that again.

"So this is good?"

Utage lazily scans Kirara's semi-stream-of-consciousness three-bullet-point itinerary again. "The bed, I can dial up Closure and she'll let us play for free for, basically? Like, as long as you want."

"Uh-huh, uh-huh." Kirara's not even gonna question how Utage gets Closure to do stuff for free in the first place. Riajuu powers.

"'Rope under clothes', yeah, we can do that. You wanna go rough or smooth? I've got some spare guest rope and some kinda, like, hempy stuff too?"

"Can—can I see?"

"Right now? Sure~." Huh? She just keeps that stuff in her closet? Wait, how exactly does Utage's closet even work, Kirara's seeing a lot of depth in there that doesn't look like it should fit and there's some suspicious shapes way in the back and "Catch."

"GYAGH! Sorry, you just surprised me, that was really fast, thank you." Kirara lets Utage sling some coils of plastic rope over one arm and… wow, this is like real deal straw-type stuff on the other.

"I gotcha, girl. Just lemme know what you think. Anyway, the suitcase thing too, totally. I've even got this kind of special one, I can show you after."

"That's…" Kirara is clenching her fists and screwing her eyes shut as hard as possible to resist the temptation to grab her phone back and type on that because as long as she's pushing herself out of her comfort zone tonight she may as well really hammer out her communication too. "That's amazing, Utage, I actually love you—"

"Love you too, babe. Sorry, no takesie-backsies in my room." …Kirara didn't even get the time to regret blurting that confession out. She knew actually hooking up with Utage would be going in deep, but this is deep. Honestly, forget a fear of all the steps, she was way less prepared for there to be basically no steps at all. "Sooo, which rope are you thinking?"

"Uh, probably the smooth one to start? I don't really know, I was kind of trying to tie myself on my own with, um… with power cords." Does Utage hate her yet? Oh my god, she's still smirking.

Utage takes the rougher coils and casually slings them backwards blind into the closet, which as far as Kirara can hear was a complete success. "You got, like, power cords long enough for shibari?"

"Not really, I guess I was just curious if I could tie myself to stuff and…"

Somehow the twinkle in Utage's eyes makes Kirara feel as if she's divulged a little too much information. "Want me to treat you?"

"Huh?" Wait, the rope's. Wait. Kirara looks down. It's. Huh? "How did you…"

"I know that's over your clothes, but you gotta test this kinda stuff first, right? Tell me if that's too tight, like, especially the armpits and stuff."

"It…'s not." At least she doesn't think so, it feels perfect. Kirara twists around a little as she stares over her sudden transformation—alternating sparingly in diamonds from her shoulders down her torso, then a gratifyingly tight figure-eight that runs through each hip groove, loops behind and back down, and crosses straight beneath oh my god, she was this close to touching me. Every piece of clothing she's wearing is bound so tightly against her skin that it's kind of giving her a taste for a sensation she didn't even know she had, meanwhile. She's… wow, Kirara is kind of majorly distracted drinking in the fact she actually has a harness on. The… the way it feels on her is so cool, oh my god, she's actually in this. Her desire to squirm is tied by her desire to just admire Utage's handiwork.

Speaking of. "I didn't even see how you…"

"Aha~! Literally, don't even worry. You like it?"

Kirara fiercely nods. She would not believe.

"Wanna get tied to something?"

Kirara keeps fiercely nodding.

Kirara is not prepared for Utage to lift up her shirt in response.

#BDSMKinktober #arknights

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slamminslamminmcgill · 2 years

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Terms of Employment - Saul Goodman/FTM Reader (NSFW!)

lord help me im back on my bullshit. this is a sequel to my first saul/ftm reader fic. you wake up the morning after and discuss the current situation with your boss/apparent sex partner: saul goodman

tags/warnings: office sex, rough sex, oral sex, light bondage, daddy kink, homophobic/transphobic slurs, squirting, humiliation/degradation, trans fetishization

anatomical terms: dick/cock and cunt/pussy/hole are used interchangeably

words: 4,061

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Your head was spiraling the morning after. You awoke from a deep sleep in a bed that felt way more luxurious than your own. The gaudy decorations that littered the walls only exacerbated the pounding in your head. You sluggishly peeled the blankets off, your body aching with even the slightest movement. Wait, where were your clothes? And where the hell were you? How were you going to get-

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead.”

That answers that question. And literally every other question that had yet to finish buffering. Suddenly, the memories came flooding back. Your boss, the ubiquitous presence on every possible advertisement space in Albuquerque, Saul fucking Goodman, had given you the type of fucking that’d make a nun burst into flames. And he didn’t seem like a smug piece of shit about it, rather cautious, actually. He was standing by your side of the bed, dressed in a comfortable-looking tracksuit, handing you your clothes with a sheepish smile.

“I, uh… I guess you’re starting to remember how we got here. Listen, I’m really sorry if it was too much. You seemed like you were into it, so I wanted to, uh… keep the hype going, ya get me? I hope I didn’t hurt you or-”

“Oh no, i-it’s fine,” you cut him off, accepting your clothes from him, “I… I really did enjoy it. I kinda like it rough.” You flashed that same hesitant smile he had given you as you put your shirt on. God, this was fucking awkward. You definitely wanted more, but you had no idea how you’d even continue working together after this. Were you just expected to never talk about it again? Probably not, since you both were talking about it now, but what were you supposed to do? There wasn’t a page in your employee handbook on what to do after you fuck your boss.

He let out a small chuckle at your response, and relaxed his posture a bit. At least you both could let your guard down a bit. “Heh, kinda? Sweetheart, you take a beating better than some of my toughest clients. I mean, I know I’m not in the best shape but-...“ He lost his train of thought as you stood up to put your underwear on, his eyes unconsciously trailing downward before darting away not so subtly. “Ah, nevermind. So you enjoyed it, huh? Would you wanna… do it again sometime? Maybe we could make this a regular thing?”

You internally breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that his blunt nature took the pressure off you. “I’d like that.” This time, your smile was genuine and confident.

His sigh of relief was dramatic. “Oh thank god,” he exhaled, “I’d been stressing that all night. You’re a good kid. I’d hate to make things weird between us. Well… weirder, I guess. Not exactly a conventional boss/assistant relationship anyway, am I right?”

You couldn’t help but agree with that.

Saul continued. “But listen, let’s just keep this a secret between us, alright? I’d hate to make things difficult for you, and personally, I’m still trying to wrap my head around the whole ‘I just fucked a dude in his pussy’ thing, y’know?”

You snorted a little at his last remark. “Yeah, that’s fine. I get it. I didn’t think you were into men, anyway.”

“Well, you’re a special case. And besides,” he placed his hands on your hips and leaned in close to whisper in your ear, “It’ll be nice to have a cute little plaything like you on standby.”

You shuddered at his teasing words. You’d hate to stroke his ego even more, but fuck, he was good. You figured you’d better fire back to show him you can keep up. “Sounds perfect, Daddy” was what you ended up with, making sure to drag out that last word.

“Oh ho, is that the direction we’re taking things? I can get behind that,” He replied, lust dripping from his words. Though he switched gears pretty quickly, likely not wanting to cede control to you. “In due time though, kid. Let me drive you home. We got a big caseload this week, so come in an hour early on Monday, got it? I’ll be there to let you in.”

You likewise shifted back into business mode before he walked you two out to the car. “Sure thing, Mr. Goodman.”

—

The weekend passed you by, and you were outside the office on Monday morning an hour earlier than usual per your boss’s request. You knocked on the glass door to the building, and heard a muffled shout from the inside.

“Just a sec!”

“Alright!” You shouted back before absentmindedly checking your phone. You heard him stumbling around inside the dark office. You’d wondered previously why he wouldn’t turn the lights on when he called you in early, but with the amount of walk-in clients he got day in and day out, you got the gist.

Saul eventually hobbled over to the front door and unlocked it for you. He seemed strangely out of breath. “Good to see you here bright and early, kiddo. We got a lot to cover today,” He placed his hand on the small of your back as you walked in, “Have a seat in my office, I’ll be there shortly.”

“Yes, sir.” You replied. Sex was the last thing on your mind at 6:30 in the morning, but you couldn’t deny that calling him “sir” had a spicier taste now. The slightest hint of subordination to him was enough to spark your interest these days. You pushed open the door to his office and noticed an immediate roadblock to the task he had given you. “Uh, Mr. Goodman?”

“Yes?”, he asked, following you in.

“Where are all the chairs?”

The only seating in his office was his chair, behind his desk. You had a smaller desk off to the side, but your chair was gone. The chairs in front of his desk were gone too. Even that gross couch of his was nowhere in sight. Was he robbed? No, that wouldn’t make sense. Who would break into the most infamous law firm in the city just to steal his auxiliary office chairs? And he was here before you, too. He had to have known, right?

“I said,” He strode past you and sat himself down in his chair, crossing his legs and gesturing to the hardwood desk, “Have a seat.”

That son of a bitch. He made you get up at 5AM just to fuck with you. He was here at god knows what hour just to set the stage for your debasement. You weren’t sure how to feel, anger and arousal both waging a war over your psyche. You begrudgingly followed suit, plopping yourself down on the desk in front of him. You made sure to keep your legs closed and your gaze averted. You wanted to make him work for it, at least for a little while.

“There we go, that wasn’t so complicated, was it? Now, let's get down to brass tacks,” Saul traced his hand up your dress pants, in between your legs, and up to your crotch. You usually wore a packer when you went out, which evidently he must have noticed, and he gave it a not-so-gentle squeeze before he spoke. “We both know what’s going on here, so who exactly are you trying to fool?”

You gasped when he touched you, trying to squirm out of his grasp. You sputtered trying to answer him. “I’m… I’m not-”

“Take it off.”

“Si… Sir, I-”

He squeezed you even tighter. “I think you forgot your place here, kid. Your superior gave you an order. Need me to spell it out for you? I’m gonna let you go, and you’re going to take your pants off for me. Understand?”

“Y-yes, sir…”

“Good boy. Now, get up.”

Saul kept his word and released you from his grip. It was as if the praise he gave you went straight to your head and kicked you into subspace. You slid off the desk and undid your belt with shaking fingers. You felt his eyes burning a hole into you as you dropped your pants and underwear, the silicone packer bouncing as it hit the floor. No doubt your face was bright red, and you still couldn’t look him in the eye. Once your bottom half was uncovered, you shimmied back onto the desk, your bare legs squishing against the cold wood. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen you like this before, but this was the first time you’d been fully cognisant of your actions, and the first time he ordered you to strip. You were too shy to open your legs for him without command.

“Look at me,” He said, and you slowly turned to meet his eyes. He was watching you hungrily, his elbows propped on the armrests and his hands folded in front of his mouth. There was no hint of compassion in his voice. He was all business. “Spread ‘em.”

You obliged. Your eyes felt heavy, as if tears were threatening to well up, and your brain was starting to slow. Your cheeks and your cunt both felt like they were on fire, and the cold air stung as you exposed yourself to him. All you could think of was how embarrassed you were. You had never felt so fucking humiliated, but you had no idea how much worse it was going to get.

“That’s more like it. No need to cover up your best feature. What a shame that you’d try to hide such a pretty little hole behind a piece of cheap silicone. Why don’t you uh…” Saul made an upside-down V with his fingers, “...give me a better view?”

You gulped, not wanting to risk talking back to him. You mimicked his gesture against your lips, spreading them open to show him. Much to your dismay (or was it delight?), you were starting to get wet and your t-dick was already hard.

“Aw, are you getting excited from this?” he mocked, “No seriously, are you? I mean, it’s kinda hard to tell with such a tiny dick like that, y’know? Tell me, do you like getting treated like this?”

You did. You really did. You wanted more, but you’d dare not overstep. “Y-yes…”

“Yes, what? Go on, say it.”

“Yes, Saul. I… I like it when you treat me like this…”

“Prove it.”

That shocked you. You don’t know why. In fact, you should’ve seen it coming, but it still mystified you when he said it. You figured you knew what he wanted from you, but you didn’t want to assume. “H…How do you mean?”

“Prove it,” Saul repeated his instruction as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “Prove to me that you like being degraded like this. I want you to get yourself off right here on my desk. I wanna see you stroke your puny little dick for me like the needy little whore you are.”

Jesus fucking Christ. You had to stifle a moan when he said that. He knew how to work you, and the bastard wasn’t even doing the work himself. You dragged your hand down to your aching cock and wrapped 2 fingers around it before you began to stroke it. You were embarrassed to make noises while he was watching, though biting your lip could only do so much.

Saul looked at you like you were about as interesting as a water cooler instruction manual. He was trying his hardest to seem disinterested, wanting to keep up the act. “C’mon slut, get into it. You said you like it, right? Let me hear you.”

You let a couple noises slip. Mainly just quiet gasps and squeaks. At one point you sighed, “Fuck… Saul…”

“You’re on the clock, sugar. Don’t call me by my first name. You should know better than that.”

“S-sorry sir…” You stuttered, speeding up your motions. “I’ll… ngh…. I’ll be good.”

“You’ll be a good boy for Daddy?”

Motherfucker. Saul was an expert at using your words against you. Part of you regretted giving him that ammunition the other day, but part of you was ecstatic to hear him say it. You replied with affirmation while continuing to chase your high, “Yes, Daddy…”

“Good boy. Y’know, you’re so cute like this. Seeing you pinch that tiny little dick of yours and try to jack it like it’s an actual cock.” You’re not sure what hurt more, his backhanded compliments or a literal backhand from him. Both left a pleasant sting in their wake. “You can’t even call it a dick, really. Just serves as decoration for that nice tight pussy you have. It’s fun watching you pretend otherwise, though. How about you shove a couple fingers inside and fuck yourself the way a cuntboy like you deserves?”

You purred at his request, eager to satisfy him at your own expense. “Ah… y-yes, Daddy…” While still stroking your dick, you slipped two small fingers inside yourself, trying desperately to hit that special spot, but failing. You wished his longer fingers would replace yours. He had hit that spot in no time. Even so, you got loud. You weren’t even trying to stifle it anymore. Shameless whining, heavy panting, the most pitiful noises escaped you as you climbed closer and closer to your peak.

“Ah… f-fuck… sir, I mean, Daddy… shit… I…”

“You’re getting close?”

“Ngh… Yes… Daddy… fuck… please… I need…”

“Stop.”

And it all came crashing down. The climax you had built yourself up to disappeared, but not without a trace. You were still painfully hard, and your pussy was drenched. Droplets fell off your hands and it felt like you were sitting in a puddle. You whimpered softly, hoping he’d take pity on you, but he knew your game.

“Shhh…” he said, “Not yet, baby boy. You said you wanna be good for me, right? Then you gotta listen to me. Now, I want you to get off that desk and get down on your knees in front of me. Let me show you what a real cock looks like.”

You crept down from the desk and settled on your knees below him. He unbuckled his belt and placed it on the desk, making sure to avoid the wet spot you had left behind. He unzipped his pants agonizingly slowly, his obvious erection making you salivate. He fished out his cock, and it was gorgeous. A pretty decent length, and he was thick and uncut, already glistening with precum. You didn’t really get a good look at it last time, but it made sense why you were sore the next day. You shifted your position slightly, trying to get a little more friction against you.

“Getting a little jealous, huh? That’s what I thought. You went crazy over it the other day.” Saul gave himself a languid stroke, just to tease you.

It worked. You wanted him so bad, you couldn’t help yourself. “Please, Daddy… c-can I…?”

“Can you what?”

“Can… Can I suck it?”

Saul laughed, but you saw his cock throb in his hand. He wanted you bad. “Jesus, you’re an even bigger faggot than I thought! Sure, whatever, go ahead, kid. Knock yourself out.” You went to take it in your hand, but he grabbed your wrist to stop you. “Ah ah ah, what do we say?”

That smug son of a bitch. He was insufferable in the best kind of way. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome, whore. Now suck it.”

He let go of your wrist and you eagerly took him in your grasp. You spit on the tip and spread it over his length, his foreskin peeling back as you did so. You wrapped your lips around his head and began to suck, running your tongue along the underside and probing his hole with your tongue. While you slobbered on the tip, you used your hand to take care of the rest. He tasted so fucking good. His precum was salty and sweet, and his musk was driving you crazy. You pulled your mouth off the tip with a satisfying pop, and lowered yourself down to his balls. Licking and sucking on them frantically, you could hear him hiss above you as you worked him over. You were completely and utterly cockdrunk, and you’d do anything to show your gratitude. In fact, you were probably more into it than he was.

“Look at you,” he sighed contentedly, “You look right at home on your knees worshiping a cock like this. I bet you wish you had one just like it, huh, tranny?”

You moaned into his balls as he talked down to you, feeling his body twitch in response. That slur hit you just right. You took his cock into your mouth again and started bobbing up and down his shaft, striving to please him however you could.

“Heh, I’ll take that as a yes. How adorably pathetic. I knew this would be a good idea. I figured you’d start drooling when I took my cock out. I bet that’s all you think about, right, faggot? Just how good it’d feel to have a fat cock like mine filling you up in every hole you’ve got?”

Another desperate moan answered his question for him. You enthusiastically pumped him with one hand, and tried sneaking the other one down to take care of yourself, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

Big mistake.

“Ah!” Saul grabbed your hair and pulled you off him. “Don’t think I don’t see that. You’ll get yours when I say so, hole.” He leaned over you and grabbed his belt off the desk. “Though in the meantime, this should remind you who’s in charge here.” He let go of your hair and pulled the belt taut. “Hands behind your back.”

You complied, and he reached down to wrap the belt around your wrists. Pulling the belt through the fastener, he slipped two fingers in to make sure it wasn’t too tight. What a gentleman. When he was done, he sat back in his chair and looked down at you expectedly. “Well? Tell Daddy thank you for disciplining you.”

You parroted his words back to him. “Thank you for disciplining me, Daddy.” The sick thing was you truly meant it.

He gently patted your head, tousling your hair a little bit. “Good job. That’s my boy. Now…” He gripped your hair once more, his other hand stabilizing his cock at the base, “...take a deep breath for me.”

You knew what was coming, and began to inhale. Though before you could finish, Saul decided you’d gotten enough air, and forced you down onto him. He fucked your mouth relentlessly, spit pooling around your lips and spilling down your chin. You were doing your best not to gag, and for the most part you were successful. Except for when he’d force you down to the base and pinch your nose. He groaned at the feeling of you struggling around him, though he’d always show mercy and let you catch your breath before making you run the gauntlet again.

“Goood boy. I love fucking this whore mouth of yours. Good thing I hired you. Got my own little cuntboy to use like a fleshlight whenever I want.” He took you down to his base again, and before he could pinch your nose, you flicked your tongue across his balls. That caught him by surprise and got him to moan like a bitch. “Shit! Ah… fuck that’s good, kid…” He got louder and louder as he approached the top, fucking your mouth insatiably, “Getting close… ngh… gonn-ah… gonna cum down your f-fucking throat… yeah… take it, faggot… take it… I know you want it… f-fuck…!” He came with an earth-shattering groan, using both hands to push you all the way down. His cum shot down your throat in what felt like buckets, and he didn’t pull you off until he was empty. When he did, your throat was burning and you were gasping for air. Nevertheless, you made sure to swallow it all.

Your efforts did not go unappreciated. You looked up at your boss and saw him slumped back in his chair, panting heavily, face flushed, and looking up at the ceiling with a goofy smile on his face. He looked spent, but his cock was still semi-hard. Remembering where he was, he tilted his head down to see you, and he gently rubbed your cheek.

“Such a good boy… so good to me…” he sighed, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit smug from his praise. “How about I return the favor?”

You thought he’d never ask. “Please, yes, Daddy. Did I do a good job?”

“Very good…” Saul replied, grabbing you by your shoulders and hoisting you up with him. He spun you around and slid his hands down to your hips. Once he had the leverage to do so, he bent you down over his desk. “...and good boys get rewards.” A firm hand pressed your face into the desk and kept you pinned down, while his other hand went to work himself back up. When he was ready to go, he got into position and teased your opening with his cock. “Come on, pumpkin. Daddy wants to hear you say it.”

Of course he does. You wondered if it was physically possible to have sex with him without needing to stroke his ego. But you loved it. Any modicum of shame you had left went out the window as you begged, “Please, Daddy. Please put it in. I want it so bad. Please, please, please fuck me.”

He chuckled at your pathetic whimpering, though not to degrade you further. He was genuinely enjoying the effect he had on you. He leaned down to kiss your cheek before he spoke, “I got you, baby. Daddy’s got you.”

Slam

With one hard thrust, Saul bottomed out in you. You cried out in ecstasy, finally getting the fucking you’d worked so hard for. He didn’t think to start off slow; he knew what you wanted. He pounded into you relentlessly, hitting your base with every thrust. His hips pushed yours into the desk so roughly that you thought you’d bruise. Your head was empty and your mouth hung open drooling. All you could think about was his cock. You loved it. You needed to show your boss how grateful you were.

“Th… Thank… you…. Daddyyy….”

“Aww, you’re welcome, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.” He really was. He loved how he could get you to thank him without being prompted. While keeping you pressed against the desk, he snuck his hand down to your aching cock, and jerked you in time with his motions. “Go ahead and cum for me, darling. It’s okay. Let Daddy feel you cum.”

It was all too much, how his cock filled you up so perfectly, how his rough hands took such gentle care of your dick and kept you helpless underneath him, how sweetly he’d talk you through your orgasm. You couldn’t hold on. He pulled your orgasm from you easily, your wetness squirting out against his bare thighs. From the way he groaned at your release, you could tell he wasn’t far behind. A couple rapid thrusts and he was gone, burying himself completely within you as his cum coated your walls. You both trembled at the feeling of him filling you up. Having him deep inside you, so warm and full, it just felt so right. He stayed in until he softened, taking his hand off your head and slowly withdrawing his cock. You whined as you felt his cum spill out of you, and he just stepped back to admire the sight. He knelt down and tucked his seed back into you, finishing the job by planting a soft kiss against your wrecked hole, a breathless moan escaping your lips.

Saul climbed back up to you and laid his body on top of yours. He kissed your cheek and played with your hair, enjoying the warmth and softness of your figure. You didn’t see him as much of a cuddler, but you weren’t complaining…

“Enjoy it while it lasts, kid. We got 5 minutes before our first client.”

…yet.

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"Summer of '87" {Chapter 7}

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Chapter 6

Chapter 8

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“I’m sorry, what?” Dutin blinked several times as he tried to process what you had just said.

“I’m…I’m your sister….”

“Yeah I got that,” he cut you off. “But why exactly do you think that?”

“...We have the same dad,” you explained.

“What?” He now laughed. “That’s not-- I don’t know who you think you are, but--”

“Our dad cheated on my mom with your mom, and then--” you tried to go on but Dustin wasn't having it.

“Fuck you!!” he suddenly yelled angrily. “My mom is not a homewrecker!”

“I’m not saying that!” You argued defensively. “It was a one time thing, and then--”

“Oh so “our” dead beat dad had a one night stand with my mom and then went back to his loving family?” he spat.

“Well, i mean he’s kind of a dick--”

“Well that explains where you get it from.” Dustin scoffed.

“HEY,” Eddie suddenly spoke up loudly. “Not cool, Henderson,”

“And you? Sucked in by a pair of pretty eyes? Really? You just let her feed you a story and brought her here?!” Dustin gestured angrily at Eddie.

“It’s not a story!” You argued.

“Look man, i get you’re upset, I do. But she’s telling the truth--”

“HOW do you know that?” Dustin challenged him.

Eddie stared at the two of you for several moments at the question. How did he know? He had just taken you at your word, no questions asked. But-- you knew Dustin’s name, that had to mean something right? And you had no idea who Eddie was, so you wouldn’t lie just to come with them, right?

“...I--I don’t,” he finally admitted softly.

“Eddie!” you cried tearfully. “Really?”

“Well it’s true!” He bit his lip with glassy eyes. “I--I just trusted your word for it,”

“And you don’t now?”

“I didn’t say that,” he shook his head. “I’m just stating facts,”

“Nah,” Dustin shook his own head. “I see what’s goin’ on. YOU told Eddie some sob story so you could get in his pants!”

“Dust I at least know that is not true,” Eddie defended you. “We haven’t even kissed! By HER choice!”

“Yeah, of course not dipshit!” Dustin yelled in rage. “She’s playing you! She probably knows who you are, going after your money and--”

“Alright, that’s enough.” Eddie cut him off his angry spiel. “I know you gotta be freakin’ out over all this, it’s a lot. But listen Henderson, the last couple days I’ve spent with your sister--”

“She is NOT my sister!” Dustin backed away.

“Y/N,” Eddie changed his misnomer. “Look man if you just got to know her, I promise--”

“I don’t wanna get to know her!” Dustin screamed. “I’m not gonna let some random chick seduce my best friend and use ME to do it!”

And with that he turned and stomped off the bus, leaving the two of you alone.

------

“....That could’ve gone better,” Eddie said in a playful tone.

“Ha ha,” you sighed sarcastically as you flopped onto the couch and put your hands over your face.

“Don’t worry,” He sat next to you and rubbed your leg. “He’ll come around--”

“And what if he doesn’t?!” You suddenly sat up. “What if he convinces your whole friend group that I’m just some gold digging groupie?!”

“Well, i know he can’t convince ALL of them,” he stroked your face. “The guys already trust you, hell they even invited you!”

He paused.

“Shit, I should’ve told Henderson that!”

“It’s okay, Eddie,” you put a hand to his cheek. “I’m sure it wouldn’t have mattered,”

“But it might have,” He sighed as he put his hand over yours on his face. “I just--- I let him get into my head for a split second. I’m sorry, princess,”

“It’s okay,” you assured him. “Really,”

You both sat there in silence for a moment, when you noticed Eddie glancing down at your lips.

“....You know I have money to pay Gareth,” He smirked softly.

“Eddie!” You hit him playfully. “One setback is not gonna derail my plans on bonding with my brother,”

“But he already thinks we’re sleeping together!”

“And we told him we weren’t!” you pointed out. “And I’m not gonna already start lying to him, he already thinks I am!”

“Okay, okay,” Eddie sighed in defeat. “I just wanted to make you feel better,”

“I appreciate the gesture,” You giggled while playing with his hair.

“Anytime,” he smiled back before kissing your forehead.

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After the boys were settled, Eddie retrieved his old van from the trailer park and drove you to your friend Amanda’s house. She came running out to greet you when she heard you pull up.

“Y/N!” She squealed “I missed you! I--”

She suddenly recognized Eddie and stopped mid-sentence.

“Holy shit,” she gasped. “You’re Eddie Munson,”

“Guilty,” he chuckled. “Nice to meet a fan,”

“A FAN?” She suddenly blurted out angrily. “I am not a fan!”

Both of your faces dropped in this weird turn of events.

“You’re not?” He asked curiously.

“No!” Amanda snapped. “You don’t even remember me, do you?”

“I….” he looked between the two of you nervously. “No…?”

“Last summer? The Hideout?” She asked as if that would trigger Eddie’s memory. Unfortunately, it did not.

“I…” He made a face. “I’m sorry, i don’t--”

“WE SLEPT TOGETHER!!!!” She screamed angrily. “And you never called me!”

“OH,” Eddie’s eyes suddenly widened in recognition.. “Oh shit. Mandy…”

“SERIOUSLY Eddie?!” you suddenly interjected coldly. How could he not remember sleeping with anybody? Let alone one of your closest friends.

“Geez, look I’m really sorry Mandy--”

“Amanda,” she corrected him curtly.

“Amanda.” Eddie coughed uncomfortably. “I just-- we just….the scouts were in the audience that night, and the next day things just kinda--- took off,”

“And now what, he’s got you under his spell too?” Amanda ignored him as she glared at you.

“What? NO!” You gestured wildly. “We haven’t even slept together!”

“YET,” Amanda kept her death glare.

“Come on Man-- Amanda,” Eddie cooed. “It was a long time ago. You know I would’ve called you--”

Your eyes were now widened at his sudden “Casanova” act. Was he serious right now?!

“Get your hands off me!” Amanda swatted at him. “And Y/N, you can have him.”

She stared to walk away, making you chase after her.

“Mandy!” You called. “But what about--”

“Go shack up with Mr. Rock Star, for all I care,” she spat at you before going in her house and slamming the door.

You stood there just staring, reeling from the last few minutes. After a moment, Eddie came and put a shoulder on yours.

“Well, you can always stay with me--”

“Don’t,” you spun away from his touch, leaving him bewildered.

“What?” he asked. “Why--?”

“WHat the hell was that?!” You gestured towards Amanda’s house. “You hit on her RIGHT in front of me!”

“Aw come on princess,” he laughed. “I was just trying to ease the tension!”

“How exactly is hitting on your ex in front of your new-- WHATEVER,” you grunted in frustration.

“She’s not my ex!” he argued. “She’s some rando i slept with--”

“Like I will be?” you scowled.

“That’s not fair,” he replied in a very hurt tone. “I haven’t done anything--”

“Not YET,” You repeated Amanda’s comment. “What was that just now back at the bus? Huh? You get me back here and suddenly what, wanna make me one of the many?”

“First of all, it’s not ‘one of the many’,” he half laughed like it was the most ridiculous thought that he had slept with tons of women. “It’s one of the FEW, at best,”

“Do you think you’re making this better?” you narrowed your eyes.

“Look princess, I--”

“Y/N,” you corrected him coldly, as Amanda did.

“...Y/N,” he said softly with a face that looked like he was a puppy you just kicked. “I was stupid back then, okay?”

“Oh yeah, ‘back then’,” you laughed sarcastically. “A whole year ago,”

“I was going through something!” he suddenly became enraged as he flashed back to last summer. It had only been a few months since Vecna, and he had just gotten out of the hospital when he had played that show at The HIdeout.

It was packed; everyone had come to see the “Hero of Hawkins.” He couldn’t deny it, it was a rush. It felt amazing to be seen for the first time as something other than the town Freak. He had let it get to his head a bit. He had a few beers after the show, schmoozing with “Fans” and agents. And maybe he had fooled around with a few guys, a few girls. He just wanted to soak up every minute of not being an outcast.

“I’m not gonna sit here and defend how I chose to deal with everything that happened to me, especially to you!”

“Oh yeah, everything that happened,” you laughed again. “Yeah it must’ve been so hard with girls throwing themselves at you--”

“I’m talking about what I had to go through to get there!” He got in your face. “AND I didn’t even do it for that!”

He stepped back as his hands shook with rage, thinking back to that night. That horrible night.

“I almost DIED, Y/N.” He spoke with a sharp tongue. “I was READY to die. For your brother. For my friends. For this fucking town who HATED me!”

He trembled with rage as he walked around explaining his story.

“When i was hanging by that rope climbing out of the Upside Down, I remember the exact moment I knew i had to…sacrifice myself.”

His voice became low as he sat down on the curb.

“I--I cut the rope so Dustin couldn’t come after me, i knew i had to buy the others more time. Nobody else could do it but me--”

He spoke out loud almost as if he was in a trance, recalling the events. Logically he knew you had no context about what he was on about, but he told the tale nonetheless.

You just watched on in horror, suddenly regretting everything you had yelled at him for. He was right, you had no idea what he went through. He had vaguely described it when he told you about Vecna, but not in detail like this.

“I got on that bike and I rode like hell. I rode so fast and so hard, I thought my legs were going to burst into flame right from under me. And then I felt one of the bats snare me right in the neck--”

He paused to catch his breath as tears clogged his throat. You sat next to him but didn’t touch him, not wanting to interrupt his monologue.

“I fell to the ground, and all I felt was pain. Constant pain. Stabbing, knawing, the sounds that they made…”

He paused again as he let a quiet, quick sob come out before continuing.

“I knew I was dying, that I was gonna die. I waited for it, just listening to their horrible screeches, but then-- it just stopped.”

“Stopped?” you said, snapping him out of it. He jerked his head to face you, suddenly realizing you had been there this whole time.

“Yeah, stopped.” He repeated softly as he gently laid his hand next to yours on the pavement. You interlaced your fingers together and squeezed his hand in comfort.

“It was like they all just-- died at once. They fell to the ground and it was just…silence.” he gulped.

“And then I heard Dustin yelling my name,” He looked down as his voice really began to shake. “Part of me was so pissed he had come after me, and part of me was so angry at myself that he was going to see me like that, but-- i was also so grateful i wasn't going to die alone,”

“Oh Eddie,” you whispered while gripping his hand tighter. You didn’t want to cry and make this about you, but hearing him speak in such detail about the hell he went through, it made you want to sob.

“I could feel myself shutting down, which is ironic because I mean I started losing feeling in everything. First my legs, then my torso. I told Henderson he had to look after the little sheeples, I wanted to give him something he could have to call his own. A legacy. Something i could give him since i wouldn’t be around to give him anything else--”

He looked down once more as you saw droplets of tears stain the pavement.

“I felt like I was letting him down, leaving him all alone like that. I know he has his friends, but-- what we had was special. A true brother bond. God I wanted so badly to live in that moment, but not for myself. For him.”

“Eddie….” you laid your head on his shoulder.

“I told him I loved him,” he admitted. “I’ve never told ANYONE that, except for Wayne. Once.”

He finally looked at you.

“And I do. I really love that little guy,” he said before finally breaking down in your arms.

You just sat there for a long while, letting him cry in your arms and trying not to cry too hard yourself. You didn’t care if Mandy could see you, all you wanted to do in that moment was make him feel better. Make him feel safe.

After a few more minutes, Eddie began to compose himself before looking into your teary eyes. His eyes were bloodshot from crying so hard, his lips were chapped from dehydration. He stared at you with pure childlike emotion, a broken little boy.

The gap between you began to close as his hands went to the back of your neck, pulling you closer slowly. You knew you shouldn’t let this happen; not now. He was distraught, he was vulnerable. But for some reason you just let him pull you closer until your lips brushed together tenderly.

The kiss became more intense as soon as your lips were locked together. Both of Eddie’s hands went into your hair as he pressed harder and licked your lips, asking for entrance. You immediately opened your mouth slightly as your own tongue went into his mouth. He roamed your mouth with his tongue aggressively, as if he was trying to taste every inch of you.

After a few seconds you both pulled apart, breathing heavily.

“Y/N, I--” he began to speak but you put a finger over his lips.

“Shh, not here. Not now, okay?” you whispered with a small smile. You didn’t want him to say something he didn’t mean just because you two were having an intimate moment.

“....Okay,” he nodded in understanding.

He held your hand as he helped you stand up, walking back towards the van with you still in his grasp.

“Y’know, you really can stay with me. I won’t try anything--”

“I think we’re past that,” you blushed. “But--- yeah, that would be nice.”

You and Eddie “shacked” up--- that would totally help your mission with Dustin and keep the bet. Right?

…..Riiiiight.

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