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etherealxwitch · 1 year

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You're Mine

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie is tired of the men at your job and decides to take matters into his own hands, to show you that you're his.

Warnings: SMUT (minors DNI), mentions of a bar fight/blood, posessive!eddie, use of pet names, semi public sex, teasing, oral (f and m receiving), dirty talk, degradation, praise, fingering, squirting, ball play, orgasm denial, spanking, hair pulling, choking, creampie

WC: 4.1K

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You could feel Eddie’s eyes follow you around the bar, watch every move you make and the men make. This wasn’t the first time he had caught men obviously flirting with you, slipping their hand around your waist as they asked for another beer or shot you a wink.

For the most part, Eddie kept his composure. You could tell he was angry by the grip he had on his beer, his knuckles turning white. What set him over the edge though was the second some random slipped a twenty dollar bill into your back pocket, swatted your ass, making a whole show about how he got to touch you.

You nodded and just gave the man a tight smile, trying your best not to slap him silly. You already know what’s coming for him, Eddie already standing up for the barstool.

“Fuck this.” Eddie takes the last swig of his beer before he stomps over to you. He grabs the hand that’s on your ass and bends it back, laughing when the man winces in pain. “Do you like touching things that don’t belong to you?”

It all happened so quick after that- punches were thrown, and you were in complete shock. Not shocked that Eddie was causing a scene, shocked by how wet you were becoming after seeing Eddie beat a guy up for touching you.

He had a bloody nose, it dripping down his lips. He licked away, a smirk on his face. “Next time, watch your fucking hands.” Eddie grabbed your hand and gently dragged you out of the bar.

“Baby, I still have to work.” You tried to protest, even though your body wanted to be closer than him.

He scoffed, opening the van’s back doors. “I think that little fight may have just got you fired.” He helped you inside, your back immediately hitting the van floor. “Plus, I need to show you who you belong to.”

Eddie quickly jumped in after you, slamming the doors behind him.

You leaned up on your elbows to get a good look at him. “Oh, is that so?” You were toying with him, knowing that it would make it more fun for you. “Do I need reminding?”

“You wanna play that game?” Eddie was already shaking off his vest and leather jacket, leaving him in just his old jeans and a band tee. “I think you need all the reminding you can get,” he leaned over you, his whole body engulfing yours. His lips were pressed by your ear, your breath fanning over it. “Need to remind you who can exactly make you cum as hard as you can, sweetheart.”

Eddie has barely even touched you, yet you were craving more. Just having him this close, pressed to your body was having your cheeks heat up and your thighs clenching together. He’d always have this effect on you, but you’re not sure you’ll ever get used to it.

“Trust me, I know how hard you can make me cum.” You bucked your hips up, grinding against his thigh. You needed to feel something, anything. “But, why don’t you show me anyways? I know how much you love when I make a mess for you.”

His bottom teeth caught his bottom lip as you grinded against his thigh. There was no doubt in his mind that you were soaked and he sensed it. Sensed that you needed more of his touch.

“I’m gonna show you, don’t worry.” He kissed his way from your ear to your lips, licking along your bottom one.

It was sloppy, tongues rubbing against each other and teeth clanking. The beer and cigarette he had earlier lingered on his tongue, letting it flood your tastebuds.

You didn’t complain though, you loved the taste.

Eddie was selfish with this kiss, sucking the air from your body and claiming your lips as his. When he pulled away he gave you a soft smile. He looked at you as your lips were swollen and wet, pouting out for more.

In a swift movement, Eddie had your pants and panties down your legs, throwing them to the side and forgetting about it. His thumbs spread your pussy lips apart, your slick connecting them. His brown eyes stared down at awe at the fact that you were so wet this quick.

“I’ve barely even touched you and you’re this wet?” He kissed your inner thigh, biting down and sure to leave a mark for later. “What did it for you? Was it me fighting that guy?”

Your fingers tangled in his hair, looking down at him with hope in your eyes. He was so close to where you wanted him and the urge to just grind on his face was slowly taking over. “Uhuh, you looked so fucking hot and I couldn’t help myself.”

Eddie playful scoffed, the cold air from his breath hitting your swollen clit. You slightly arched your back, the feeling making you needier.

“How pathetic.” His calloused thumb barely ghosted over your hole eliciting a moan from you. “Is this my pussy?

“Y-yes, yes, it’s yours.” You maintained eye contact with him as you said it, wanting him to know how much you meant it.

Without warning, he curled two fingers into your pussy. You could hear just how wet you were, and feel it too. The squelching sound echoing off the van walls.

“I can’t hear you, baby.” He kept curling his fingers, hitting your g-spot with each thrust. To add fuel to the growing fire, he wrapped his pink lips around your clit, sucking harshly.

You threw your legs over his head and pulled at his hair. “S-shit, Eddie! Yours! I’m yours, every part of me is yours.” You could barely catch your breath.

Eddie pulled his mouth away with a pop!, a huge smirk plastered on his smug face. “Now, was that so hard?”

He didn’t give you time to answer, his lips finding home again around your clit. The moans were just flowing out of you now. His fingers hit deeper and deeper with each curl. You could feel the fingers of his free hand dig into the doughy flesh of your thigh, leaving behind little crescent indentions in their wake.

The shaking of Eddie’s head, the pulling of your clit was making you see stars.

“Jesus Christ-,” your back was completely arched off the van floor. Could you finish a thought at this moment? Barely, it’s like you were exploding from the inside out.

You quickly took off your shirt and threw it behind you, Eddie’s free hand finding one of your nipples and giving it a pull. “Y-yes! Right there!”

Eddie pulled away from your clit again, his chin covered in your slick. “Yeah? Here?” He leaned forward, adding another finger before attaching his lips to your hard nipple.

Between his fingers and his mouth working on you, you knew that your orgasm would come quickly, and that it did.

You heard it before you felt it. All the built up tension finally let go as you squirted over Eddie’s fingers. “Oh my god! Fuck.” You threw your head back, barely able to hold yourself up.

“That’s it, fucking squirt for me.” Eddie’s fingers kept moving, not letting up once even after you came. “Such a messy girl.”

“I- holy shit,” you finally opened your eyes, Eddie’s jeans covered in your squirt.

You blushed at him, even more so when he pulled out his fingers and licked them clean. Not a drop left to be seen. He didn’t give you time to react much more, his fingers sliding against your tongue. “Taste how good you are for me.”

With greed, you licked the wet fingertips with your tongue. Making eye contact with him the whole time, you slid your tongue between his first and his middle finger, collecting what you could. You could hear his breath hitch in his throat as you sucked his fingers further into your mouth, gagging a little.

“Fuck,” Eddie watched you, the way your bobbed your head to suck on his fingers. As he watched you swallow his fingers, his cock grew harder, if that was even possible. “You want something in your mouth that bad?”

You pulled away and nodded your head fast, maybe too fast. “Yes,” you sat up as best as you could on your knees and pushed Eddie to his back. “Let me suck your cock, please.”

“Look at you, begging for it.” He grabbed your hair in a makeshift ponytail and pulled you closer to him, forcing your head right in front of his front bulge. “You want it? Take it.”

You didn’t have to be told twice, excitement running through your body. Quickly, you undid his belt, pulling his shirt up just a bit to kiss over his happy trail. You could feel his stomach muscles tighten under your touch.

With his pants now pooled around his ankles, you could tease him. You kissed down his happy trail, stopping right above his boxers just to make him squirm.

“My cock isn’t going to suck itself,” the hand in your hair tightened, causing you to bite back a moan. “You’re the one who wanted my cock so bad, remember? I’m giving it to you, don’t make me regret it.”

Eddie lifted his hips, helping you pull down his boxers. His very hard cock sprang forward, slapping against his stomach with a wet sound. His cock was red, throbbing, and leaking with precum. Your mouth watered, needing a taste that bad.

He grabbed the base of his cock, tapping the tip of it against your lips. “Open wide for me, baby.”

You did as told, not ever needing to be told twice. You rolled your tongue over the leaky slit, collecting the salty precum and swallowing it with a smile on your face. “You always taste so good.” Your lips trailed kisses across his cock, pressing them to his most sensitive places.

Eddie grabbed the back of your head, holding you in place. “There we go, that’s a good girl.”

You sucked on the mushroom shape tip, hollowing your cheeks, and closing your eyes. Eddie threw his head back against the small pile of clothes, basking in the feeling of your warm mouth. “Shit, your mouth was made to have something in it.”

The way you bobbed your head, his cock sliding down your throat, he was in heaven.

You gagged around his cock, tears slowly falling down your cheek but you kept pushing. Wanting him to use you like a fleshlight.

His cock hit the back of your throat and he moaned out, pulling at your hair to push your head deeper. You could barely breathe with how full your mouth was, stuffed to the brim of cock. So into pleasing him that you forgot to breathe, your lungs burning for air.

“O-oh fuck, baby.” His voice was high pitched, his balls wetly settling against your chin as he bucked up into your mouth. He pulled your head up, giving you a chance to breathe and for him to catch how ruined your makeup was.

Salvia trailed from your lips to his cock, connecting the two of you. “Don’t forget to come up for air now.”

You just rolled your eyes and attached your mouth back to his cock, giving him no time to protest. Your hand reached down between his legs and the second you cupped his balls into your warm hands, he almost came right down your throat. He leaned up off the van floor to watch you, his brown eyes hooded and dark with lust.

You had him in the palm of your hands, literally.

Kissing down his cock, you licked the thick vein on the underside of it. Mentally, you pat yourself on the back when you hear Eddie gasp.

“Think these need some attention, yeah?” You winked at Eddie before sucking one of his heavy, cum filled balls into your mouth.

Eddie’s hold on your hair tightens, making you whine with his ball in your mouth. “Let me see those eyes.”

You looked up at him with hazy eyes. Your makeup was smeared, spit pooled at the corner of your mouth. Eddie’s cock rested on your forehead, you looked so wrecked. Under his gaze, the glassy eyes and desperate whines were simply perfect, a heavenly sight. His passion for ruining you broke every limit inside his head. Eddie was addicted to turning you into a wet, sticky mess.

The second you grabbed his cock to pump it, you could feel the throb of it in your hand. You sucked the other ball into your mouth, keeping up the pace of your hand.

His balls bounced in your mouth from how fast you were pumping his cock. You squeezed at the tip and felt more precum dribbling, coating your fingers in a sticky mess.

“Mmm,” you couldn’t say much, your mouth stuffed, but the taste of Eddie was just too good to be quiet about.

Nothing could compare to the feeling of his soft but heavy balls hitting against tongue, causing spit to splash across your face.

With Eddie, you were always willing to get messy. You never cared, always wanting to please him.

You pulled away, rolling your tongue to give his balls something to bounce against. Eddie could barely concentrate on anything, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. “My good slut- fuck.”

The schlick sound of Eddie’s precum mixed with your spit was the only thing that could be heard. Eddie couldn’t even let out a moan, his brain completely fuzzy.

Just before he was about to cum, you pulled off with a pop! and a mischievous smile on your face.

“You think that’s funny?” Eddie used his strength to push you onto your back, his body pressing into yours. He grabbed your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. “I asked you a question.”

“So funny.” You pulled his shirt off the rest of the way, tracing your fingers down his chest. “Don’t you think it’s funny?”

Eddie gripped the undersides of both your thighs, pushing them back until your legs were pressed to your chest. He had you folded up as if you were a pretzel, and you loved it. “Let’s see how funny you find it when you’re begging me to cum.”

You bit your lip in anticipation for what would come next. Eddie was the only one who could leave you speechless, snatching your breath away. He was a box of surprises.

He tapped the hefty tip of his cock to your clit, a whine escaping your lips. “Eddie…” You were desperate to feel him inside you, to feel his cock throb and ruin your hole.

Playfully, he scoffed and smacked at your thigh. “Look, you’re already begging for it.” He slowly slid just the tip into your soaked pussy, letting you get a small taste of what was about to come. “God dammit, you’re always so tight for me.”

You grabbed at his forearms, trying to hold yourself as best as you could. He was barely inside of you and your body was already craving more, wanting him to ruin you. “Please fuck me. Can’t you feel how bad I need it?”

Eddie dropped your legs, giving you a chance to wrap them around his waist and pull him deeper inside you. “Oh my god, yes. Just like that, Eddie.”

Your eyes closed slowly at the feeling of him filling you up, balls deep.

“You’re soaked, sweetheart.” His teeth were clenched, your pussy clenching his cock and taking him for all he had.

He slowly pulled out, only to quickly slam back in. His thrusts were knocking the wind from your body. The only thing you were able to do was to grip at the van floor behind you, looking for anything to steady yourself.

“Yeah, fucking take it.” Eddie rested his forehead against yours, watching closely as your face showed just how much you loved his cock driving into pussy. “This is what you wanted, huh?”

“Uhuh! I wanted it so bad.” It felt like you were on fire, Eddie’s cock hitting the right spot each time.

You felt his ringed hand grip at your neck, giving it a tight squeeze just enough to cut off some of your air. “Say my name.”

“I-,” your mind was blank, the only thing you were able to focus on was the pleasure coursing through your body.

“I fucking said,” Eddie pulled out and slammed back in, this time hard enough to jolt your body. His balls squished against your ass. “Say my fucking name.”

Your nails raked down his back, red lines following them. “Eddie, fuck.”

He laughed sadistically, his hand slapping at your cheek. It stung, but you liked the pain.

“I can’t hear you, pretty girl.” Eddie gripped your chin and forced your eyes to look at his face. His hair was a sweaty mess and his cheeks were flushed. “I want everyone inside that bar to know who is fucking you so good for everyone- shit, for everyone to know who you belong to.”

The second he let go of your chin and pinched at your clit, you let out a throaty moan of his name. “Eddie! Baby, oh my-.” His name fell from your lips over and over like a prayer. The melodic mewls only fueled his need, you were his favorite tune

“That’s my good girl.”

You could barely hold it on any longer, the pleasure flooding your body. Your orgasm was fast approaching, your toes curling and your legs shaking around Eddie’s waist; but he wasn’t having it, not yet.

He quickly pulled out, just as your pussy gave him one last clench. You were trying to catch your breath enough to complain to him.

“Not that funny now, is it?” He gave you a toothy grin before leaning down and giving you a wet kiss.

You bit his bottom lip, hard enough to probably draw some blood. Eddie groaned inside his mouth, loving the feeling of you biting his lip and his mushroom tip cock nudging at your clit.

As your tongue rolled against his, you tangled your fingers into his hair, giving a nice tug. His teeth pulled at your bottom lip and let it plop back into place.

“Can I cum now?” You reached between the two of your sweaty bodies to grab his cock, softly massaging the tip. “Don’t you want to feel it?” You batted your eyelashes at him knowing he can’t resist when you do it.

With ease, Eddie grabbed the curve of your hip and flipped you over. Your knees now pressed to the floor and your ass pointed into the air.

Eddie’s hand ghosted over the globe of your ass, smoothing your supple skin. “Never gonna get over this view.” He raised his hand back and gave you a nice spank, making you whine and squeeze your eyes shot and the slight sting. “Can’t wait to see this bouncing on my cock.”

You swayed your hips back and forth, barely feeling his cock against your skin. Just the brush of his cock against your clit was enough to make your skin crawl in such a good way.

“I need you inside me,” you reached between your legs and grabbed at his cock, running it through your folds. Your mouth went dry at how sensitive you were, feeling as if you might already cum. “Just want to be full of your cum.”

“Yeah?” Eddie swatted your hand away and grabbed at your hips. He pulled you back and lined himself up perfectly with your wet and needy hole, sliding in until his balls were pressed right against your clit. “Shit-“

You hid your face in your hands, muffling your sounds. “Yes, you fill me so good!” Eddie’s cock fit perfectly inside you, this position making him hit deeper than before.

“Don't be so shy now. You weren't when you were begging for my cock, pathetic slut." His rough hand grabs a handful of your hair, lifting your head by it so he can hear you clearer. "Now, if you want to cum, I’m gonna have to hear you, sweetheart."

You let out a soft whine when Eddie slowly pulled out of your pussy, leaving just the tip in. You could feel each vein on his cock and just how it throbbed for you.

With his other hand, Eddie grabbed your hip and pulled you down into his cock, letting out a groan. “T-told you I wanted to see your ass bounce.”

Slowly, you rolled your hips, looking for any sort of rhythm. You were so ready to cum before, but you knew if you even tried it without permission, it would make things harder for you.

“Y-you’re so deep.” Each bounce or roll of your hips was sending Eddie’s cock right into your g-spot. Your toes were curling and you clenched around his cock, hoping to make him stay right at that spot.

“Fuck, squeeze my cock just like that, baby.” Eddie pressed his sweaty forehead against your back. He placed gentle kisses along your skin, his teeth scraping at it just a bit. “Being so good, taking my cock like a good girl.”

That name had you letting out a pornographic moan, like your breath was being pulled from your lungs. “Say that again, please…”

“What?” Eddie knew what you meant, he just wanted you to wait longer.

He kissed his way up to your ear, his teeth now nibbling on your earlobe. He lowered his voice, just enough that it was barely a whisper. “Good girl.”

Just as the words left his mouth, he thrusted into you. He wasn’t letting up either. His hips were pistoning, his cock driving into you, making you drop all over him and mess a mess.

“Yes! Right there, Eddie- oh my god.” You could feel it, feel your orgasm coming. “Please let me cum! I-.” Your thighs were shaking, not able to finish your sentence.

Eddie was just out of breath as you, your pussy was taking him for all he had and he was willing to give it. “Tell me who you belong to again, baby.” He wrapped a hand around your body and quickly found your clit, rubbing fast and tight circles. “Tell. Me.”

“I belong to you!” You barely finished your sentence before your whole body shook. You could feel yourself squirt onto his cock, all over his balls, and down your legs. The burn in your throat from moaning didn’t hurt, pleasure consuming you. The feeling didn’t stop, even after your vision had gone completely blurry.

You clenched around Eddie’s cock as you came, pulling the deepest groans from him. “Milk my fucking cock, baby.” The grip he had on your hair tightened and you knew he was close. “Gonna fill you up, I know you’d like that.”

He throbbed inside you, your pussy milking just like he said. "You don't even have to answer. You're just a needy slut who wants to be nothing but cumdrunk." Somehow through all this, he kept his composure. His own orgasm is important to him now.

You nodded your head, your voice too hoarse from before.

One more slam of his hips had Eddie spilling into you, filling you completely up until it was dripping out of you. “F-fucking take it.” He let go of your hair and grabbed both of your hips, digging his nails into the skin. “Just like that, y-yeah.”

He stayed inside of you until he had nothing left, being too weak to move.

You fell to the van floor below you, your body spent and your pussy sore. “That- that was amazing.” You slowly turned your head to the side and saw Eddie smirking down at you, his eyes droopy and his skin red. “You’re amazing.”

Eddie slowly pulled out and watched his cum drip from your pussy, a proud smirk on his face. “Don’t think we’re done just yet.” He looked for the clothes that had been thrown around earlier. “But we should get out of here before someone calls the cops from all the screaming you’ve been doing.

“We aren’t done?” You looked at him with confusion written all over his face. Hadn’t you proved to him that you belong to him already or was he just toying with you and your pussy?

He leaned over and kissed your forehead, a total contrast to all the things he had just done to you. “Oh no,” he shook his head and laughed at the dumbfounded look on your face. “We aren’t going to be done until you’re crying on my cock and begging me to stop.”

As sore as you were, you felt yourself get wet all over again just from the thought of what he had planned. You were in for a long night, but you and your body are always willing to take whatever Eddie had in store.

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n3tworksucks · 1 year

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Making out with Quackity hcs pls 🫡

YES SORRY I ALSO MADE SCENARIOS FOR EACH ONE AND THEY ARE KINDA LONG HOPE YOU DONT MIND

word count; 957

warnings;few cuss words, alcohol, SLIGHTEST nsfw, and bad grammar lol

oooo making out with quackityyy

there's different ways that could start

one; yall are about to go to bed and decide to kiss each other good night

two; you're cuddling on the couch watching a show(well were before you started making out)

three; it was date night and you both wanted some time closer together

and four witch im not gonna talk about ANYWAYS

when you're making out it can be sweet and soft or heated like two teenagers lol

but a soft make out would be with number one and two

but heated would be number three and four

one; you were getting in bed, Alex had taken his melatonin a while ago so he was a little out of it, but didn't wanna go to sleep yet without you. so when you both were comfortable and you were ready for bed, you wanted to kiss your boyfriend goodnight. so when you kiss him you just pecked his lips for a second thinking that was it, but he had other plans. when you were pulling away he quickly moves his head to kiss you again, but this time longer. it surprised you a little bit but you didn't complain, closing your eyes and sharing this moment before you both go to bed.

two; you were both on the couch watching some movie you thought looked interesting, you laying on top of him with your head on his shoulder and his arms wrapped around you. you thought the movie was boring, it looked better in the trailer(ugh I hate when that happens like you see this trailer and it looks so good but then the movies ass. anyway) so you wanted to entertain yourself, thinking on what you could do. you then wonder what would happen if you just started showing all this affection towards Alex. you look up at him and you can see he's watching the movie but you still were curious. so you start lightly kissing his jawline and neck, he starts to smile and slightly giggle probably cause it tickles a little, but still won't look away from the movie. so you try a little harder and start kissing the corners of his mouth and make your way to the center of his lips, making the kisses last longer. that gets his attention and he finaly looks at you with confused look and a smile on his face asking you what you're doing. you shrug your shoulders saying your bored "well what do you wanna do then?" he asks " I don't know" you say, but that wasn't the truth, you knew what you wanted to do and so did he. he then looks at your lips quickly so you take that a sign that he's getting on the same level as you, so you softly kiss him on the lips testing the water, he gladly kisses back. the longer you kiss the more your lips both move in sync. he slightly sits up so that his back is leaning on the arm rest so you can straddle him more, making you and him more comfortable. your hands in his hair, one of his hands on your waist and the other on your thigh, the movie in the background not even paying attention to it, you both sat there for a while curing your boredom.

three; you both had just gotten back from dinner, shoes in your hand, the other holding his. when you get back to your shared apartment you put your shoes down and you were making your way to the bedroom to change, thinking it was the end of the night, but then you hear your boyfriend of 2 years that he has one more thing to show you. you quickly look back to see what it was like, and you see him holding a bottle of champagne and two glasses. you smile at him then making your way towards him as he already sets the glasses down on the bar. you take a seat on the bar stool as he opens the bottle with a pop and pours you both a glass .you thank him as he takes a seat next to you on the other bar stool. you didn't expect to drink much, but after a while you both just said fuck it and drank more then you should have lol. about half a bottle later both a drunk mess, too drunk to care about your dress being a little uncomfortable and alex un buttons one or two buttons on his shirt getting a little hot. you both moved to sit on the couch for comfort laughing and talking about memories or how the night was. as the laughter went down and the tiredness grew, but still very much drunk, you both just chill for a little until he turns to you "I love you" he says looking at you " i love you too" you say looking at him, faces inches away and you can smell the alcohol when he spoke, but you couldn't say anything because you were sure you smelt like it too. he slightly leans in, almost like he's asking for permission to kiss you, you lean in slightly as well telling him its ok without using words. he goes in the rest of the way, kissing you with his eyes closed, you too start kissing him as he moves one hand to the side of your face tiling his head to the side to deepen the kiss. you tilt your head to the side as well, both lips moving at the same time, tongues rubbing against each other enjoying the moment, not caring about time, or your uncomfortable dress, just thinking about the love you're showing each other.

four; we do not speak of..;)

#quackity #quackityhq #quackity imagines #quackity x reader #quackity headcanons

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stormphantomnightingale · 20 days

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https://www.tumblr.com/dcxdpdabbles/737569117273456640/there-are-so-many-fics-out-there-where-danny-is?source=share

So after reading this ☝️for the who knows how many time, when an idea or something just popped out. Now we all know that in this magnificent fandom(dpxdc) that Amity is a no go area right? Well what if and I mean what if the Bats after talking with sad trenchcoat man(Yes I called John that and no I will not stop thank you very much) about Amity, Conny goes hesteria cause he outdated and stuff or just didn't know King Phantom but yeah starts talking about Pariah Dark(who is redeemed or just in the dog house cause he pissed of clockwork), ghost zone being dangerous etc etc.

Now this makes the bats assume even more that our space boi Danny is not safe. So what they do? After idk bribing the judge or somehow provide 'proof' of abuse which makes the Fenton's lose custody(Danny is not happy), takes Danny to Gotham(via knockout cause my boi will go feral), then returns back to amity as the furry squad. Do some hacking shit but since they don't know Fenton tech and Fenton thinking(I genuinely believe the Fenton's are Hella smart like Hella smart it might piss of Lex) and probably set up the self destruction system(TUE vibes).[which to normal people is the portal closing shut permanently,data is gone or encrypted by which a Fenton can access idk it's your choice person who decides to read and write or see this interesting].

Now we can make it that either one adult comes back alive or survived the blow due to being heavily ecto contaminated or be a ghost but I'm hoping Maddie (and Jazz) cause guys lets be honest here. Maddie is a beast when it comes to her family and kids, I can tell through canon wise she will literally go through hell, Tartarus, hell even throw hands with some ancients just for her kids. But anyways one Fenton comes back, teams up with Vlad(could be poly or good asshole uncle Vlad) along with the Elinor or Elizabeth(Yes Dani's other name is Elizabeth or Elinor) and Dante to try get Danny back.

Now to our boi we love, care Danny. So we have suspicious, angry and so many emotion Danny Fenton-Wayne. So we Danny who was practically taken away from his safety, his home, family, his friads and into another on in America. Now we can all agree that Danny is not happy about this and not because of the -whole taking me away from my family and no I'm not being in denial they love me so stop talking u ancient poorly dressed furries- It's about something much bigger and we all know, we hate it, despised it and we call it.... ANTI ECTO ACTS or as I like to call THE REBOOT WITCH TRIALS.

So that abomination there is something Danny hates,fears so him being in America puts him in bootleg men in black because of a bitch named Lex Luthor. It's like painting a bullseye on him, a huge ass arrow pointing at him with the signs 'Im a ghost in America come cut me up'. So yeah its bad for him especially when he finds out the Wayne's are sponsoring The furry squad and the justice league which in turn make things worse for him and the ghost zone cause the ghost(and other supernaturals cause u can't tell me, once a vampire or mermaid find out humans are now hunting ghosts they wont immediately assume they are next? Let's cause mass panic with the other supernaturals, witches having PTSD, they tweeking seeing the acts)are demanding blood, war, retribution from the living. So he is in emeny territory trying to survive, try get back to his family and try to calm the other ghost cause they thought he died to the explosion(yeah Danny won't be okay)but never came to the ghost zone so vengeance for the king.

Welp that what came up in mind, u can ignore it, or whatever just thought I share something with yall. But yeah basically for the last paragraph I want maybe the Justice League to either face backlash or punishment for agreeing with the law, cause in most fics we don't get to see what the ghost think or if they forgave em. Cause while the humans(idk why I'm calling people human when I'm human as well) think the Justice league was writing a wrong most will question if this won't happen again. I want the supernatural to actively be upset with them especially those from the magic committee, to question whether they should be trusted seeing as this was a retry of the Salem Witch Trials Era. And to exactly be wary and suspicious of Bruce or just genuinly not trust or like him cause guys let's be fucking honest here while yeah the bats is awesome we forgot one thing he is human flesh and bones, something so fragile in the eyes of all supernatural that they can accidentally squish him because they used to much strength or smth. And suddenly some supernaturals are scared of him? They fear him because of what? His paranoia, his contingencies? Nah that should be a warning cause logically and I mean logically can u tell me straight in my face that u trust this man while knowing he stalks you 30/7, goes through Ur personally stuff without permission btw, breaks in your house when u were at a wrong time, wrong place?? Have either his kids pretend y'all are buddies or your lover just to keep u on a leash?.

And if we are going to do the Lazarus Pits is ectoplasm, then the bats are done for especially Jason. Cause I can tell once the ghost found out the league agreed to the acts be lawful they won't help, cause why help the ones that tried to eradicate them?(how u may ask? Well it's simple, some soon to be fading corrupted ghost escaped when the portal first opened causing massive damage, some deaths etc and maybe the other reason maybe the citizens first cause of the negatives in the show, public enemy number 1 so forth). So the league after failing formed the GIW and soon left Amity thinking the people will be 'safe')

One note, would it be funny if the League of Shadows find out about the Acts and Lazarus pit being ectoplasm and just had straight to Amity for protection and probably swear loyalties to the ghost zone since the be liminal asf lonly to be stopped by Maddie and after some good ol' fashion Fenton style shenanigans, Maddie is either adopted to be the new Demon head or is the demon head??

So yeah that's what came to mind, so tell me what u think.

#good Fenton parents #Let Maddie have a good fanfic #Ghost king Danny #Dan phantom #Can we all just admit the Anti Ecto Acts is just a gorey reboot of the witch trials back in Saleem #Ra's pledging loyalties to the ghost king #assumed abuse #Bruce trying to forcefully adopt Danny and the Fenton's are refusing #Danny Fenton #Good Vlad Master #Fenton-Masters Clan #Supernatural gang being in mass panic right now #Witches having flashes of Saleem #BAMF Maddie #DpxDc

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yoursjaeyun · 2 years

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needing you — sim jaeyun.

pairing. jake x fem!reader

wc. 2420+

sypnosis. you met with your ex from two years ago, and when he did, you just couldn’t stop thinking about him. and you needed help with that. luckily, your new boyfriend helped you, and he did what your ex couldn’t do. and you loved him for that.

warnings. smut (minors strictly dni), explicit language, blowjob (him receiving), unprotected sex (both receiving), angst, use of nicknames, mentions of breaking up/ex, crying. please tell me if i need to add more.

featuring. heeseung & chaewon

a/n. my second fic ohmygossshhhh, i cannot believe i finished this in less than 48hrs like help pls 🧍🏻‍♀️ I HAVE A HEADAAAACHHHHEEEE but anything for yall 🥴🫶🏼 alr yall, i actually need a break because i have a presentation coming up and i fr need to study </3 but when i finish doing that, i will definitely bake yall another fic straight the fuck up mwa 😘 actually hoping grammarly be worth it for this fic but anyway, i hope i satisfy yall this time with the ending 🥹 and everything is cute to me, i was giggling and kicking my feet while i was typing everything HAHSHSJJZ anyway i apologise about my last hee fic, because they broke up in this one… OKAY GOODNIGHT YALL. enjoy reading <3333 ( yall better thank me for spoiling yall frfr, okay actually goodfuckingnight. )

please read this fic first to know the storyline between the two, thank you my loves <3

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you decided to go to the club to get some free time for yourself after your recent argument with your boyfriend. it was because he got jealous. no, you got jealous. seeing him with this random girl at a café all dressed up? ‘wow.’ you thought, did you love him too much to the point where he got tired of you? you were tired of all the back-and-forth arguing, and he must be too.

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after ordering a few drinks, someone familiar came up to you. you squinted your eyes, trying to see who it was clearly. “y/n?” he got closer to you, now having a better view of who it was. “heeseung..” it was your ex, lee heeseung. you ended your relationship with him 2 years ago because of ‘personal’ reasons. not reasons,

because he kept leaving you.

“uhm. hi.. ?” he said as he sat down next to you. “hi.” you were nervous, and a little tipsy at the same time. “it’s been a while.” “yes, it has been.” you answered, you didn’t want to give a bad impression in front of him, especially while looking drunk, and depressed. so you quickly wiped your tears trying your best to look okay. “are you alright? apologies if i came unattended.”

“no, no its okay. and i’m doing just fine.. how are you?” your voice shaked, trying not to make eye contact with him. “i’m good.. what are you doing here all alone?” you didn’t want to tell him about your relationship with jake. what if he still didn’t get over you yet? ‘it’s been well over two years, so he must’ve already gotten a new girlfriend, or not’ you thought. “oh, i just came here because.. because i haven’t had drinks in a while.” you fakely smiled.

it was now silent and awfully awkward between the two of you. “y/n, look,” he talked, making you instantly turn your head to him. “i- i’m sorry for what i did, i swear i didn’t mean to-” “heeseung, stop.” you cut him off, knowing that he was going to apologise again the second he called your name. you don’t trust him, you don’t trust his words. he should’ve kept his promise last time.

“i don’t want you apologising to me anymore. it’s over right? and you should be over it too.”

“y/n, wait.” you took your purse and walked out, tears pooling in your eyes, not saying a word back to him.

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you slammed your car door as you rested your head on the steering wheel. you jumped when you heard your phone ringing, then seeing your friend’s name on the screen.

“chaewon..” your voice croaked as you answered the call.

“y/n? why do you sound off? are you okay? what happened?”

“nothing happened, i’m okay.”

“tell me.”

“its heeseung. i met him a few minutes ago. but i’m fine, don’t worry.” you assured her.

“what the fuck did that bastard do to you?! where are you? i’m on my way.”

“chae, it’s okay. he didn’t do anything. i’m fine and you don’t have to come, i’m going home anyway.”

you heard your friend sigh through the phone, you obviously needed her comfort. but you needed to sort things out with your boyfriend first without getting her or even anyone involved in your fucked up situation.

“y/n, i’ll leave you alone this time, but call me if you need anything, okay? be safe, i love you.”

“i will, and i love you too.” you then hung up the phone, looking at the time. it was already 10:42 PM, and you were exhausted but you still needed to get everything over and done with. you sighed before turning on the car engine and went on the way back to your apartment.

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you took out your apartment keys and unlocked the door, feeling the cold breeze from the ac that was on making you feel more relaxed. and seeing your boyfriend on the couch.

“y/n, you’re crying. what happened?” he walked up to you worriedly, noticing your red puffy eyes. “i’m fine.” you said, taking off your heels and started walking to your shared room, but you were stopped by a tug on your wrist.

“talk to me, y/n.” you tried your best not to cry in front of him, but it was too late. you already broke down in tears. jake quickly pulled you into his embrace, letting you sob on his chest.

“i’m sorry. i’m sorry if i overreacted yesterday, i- i’m sorry-” you were cut off by jake’s sudden kiss. god, you missed his soft lips more than anything. you felt guilty, you felt guilty for not listening to him yesterday. one of your bad habits is most likely jealousy, and you hated it getting to you. you were way too head over heels for him, and you still are.

at the same time, you didn’t want to tell him about heeseung and what happened earlier or in the past, you didn’t want to let jake down by talking about your ex right in front of him.

jake knew how much you were struggling the past few days, and hes trying to make it better. but he can’t seem to, because he thinks he’s pushing you too much. but you’re the one who’s pushing him. “stop apologising, it’s okay.” he let out a small laugh after he pulled away from the kiss, then cupping your face in his hands, staring at the pool of tears in your eyes dropping down onto your cheek

“it’s not, jake.. i’ve pushed you away too much, a- and-” “y/n, stop. no, you haven’t. i’m not going anywhere besides just being with you and you only, don’t worry.” he reassured you as he wiped your tears with his thumb, then placing a kiss on your forehead as he pulls you in closer for another hug. he continuously strokes your hair, and it made you calm down a little bit. you realised you were lucky to have someone like your boyfriend, you’re the opposite of him but he practically knows everything about you, which makes everything better so he can be more aware of your personal space.

“are you okay now?” he asked, pushing away the strands of hair from your face. you nodded, sniffing after, still holding onto his waist. your eyes were still puffy from all the crying, and you needed rest,

but what you needed the most right now, is him.

“it’s late, do you want to take a shower first? i’ll wait for you in the bedroom.” he was gonna get you a towel, but you stopped him by pulling his wrist. “i need you, jake..” his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you said that.

“make love to me.”

“i don’t want to hurt you even more, baby. your tired, not right now, okay?” he said caressing your face. "you won’t, and i’m not tired. please?” you begged, you lied about not being tired, but you were dreadfully desperate for him.

“y/n-” he was cut off when you pulled him into a kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as his wrapped around your waist, deepening the kiss more and more. “bedroom, now.” you mumbled against his lips, you both walked towards the bedroom, still kissing. you gasped when your back hit the door, jake held onto you, preventing you from falling as he opened the door with his hand that was behind you.

jake plopped you on the corner of the bed, he quickly took his shirt off and threw it to the side, giving you a direct view of his abs. he continued to hover and kiss you passionately while his hands were on both sides of your head.

your hands roamed everywhere on his smooth skin, making you want to take your clothes off as well. fortunately, jake read your mind. his hand went to unbutton your silk, ivory collared blouse. then going behind your back to unclasp your bra, your mouth fell open from the pleasure as he started to kiss down your neck, placing opened-mouth kisses.

he reaches your breasts, and places kitten licks on your bud to tease you, making you whimper. finally, he closed his mouth onto your boob while he plays with the other. although, he did keep teasing you which made you annoyed, but in a good way. you loved his teasing.

you pulled him up and kissed him again lustfully. then rolling him over, making you the one hovering him. you pulled away from the kiss, earning a loud smack from it, you quickly stood up to take off your work pants, now revealing your black-laced underwear, giving him a show. “fuck. you make me go crazy, princess.” he whispered, smirking while biting his lower lip.

in the meantime, jake pulled himself up to meet the headboard of the bed, catching his breath, his lips were now swollen from all the kissing. he then spreads his legs out, as he waits for you.

you then crawl towards him, now in between his legs, firstly giving him wet kisses on his stomach, going your way down to his bulge. you slowly undid his pants, along with his boxers in one move. his cock sprung out, hitting his abdomen. it was blushing red and leaking pre-cum, waiting for you. and so, you took it in your hands, eliciting a low groan from his mouth.

you stroked his hardened cock a few times before teasing him with kitten licks on his tip. he threw his head back, as he gripped onto the sheets. you took his dick in one go, now bobbing your head up and down, sucking him in all the right places.

“fuck.” he muttered under his breath, he then grabbed the back of your head, helping you go faster. he let out a shaky breath as you picked up the pace, making sloppy sounds while taking him all in. you put your hand on the base of his dick, stroking it up and down, synchronising with your head while still sucking, making you gag.

“y/n, i- i’m close. fuck.” you went slow this time, waiting for him to reach his high.

“swallow.” he demanded. in an instant, his hot cum filled up your mouth, you obeyed his words, and swallowed it in one go. “good girl.” jake pulled you up, now straddling his lap, he connected his lips onto yours again, tasting himself from the leftover cum that was left on the corner of your lips.

“are you sure you want to do this?” he asked as he stared at your eyes, pulling away from the kiss. you pushed away his sweaty locks from his forehead being hesitant for a little bit. you love jake, very much. so much. and you do want to do this, so bad.

“yes. i’m sure, jake. i want you, so bad.” he smiled at your words before attaching his lips onto yours again, his arms swathed around your waist, as yours were on his shoulders. your hands ran through his fluffy, black hair making him hum into your mouth.

he tugged at your underwear indicating that he wants it off, you immediately lifted yourself up for him to slide it off with ease. your soaked hole now aligning with his cock, you pumped it a couple of times before slowly putting it in. “jakey.. fuck.” you mumbled, you swore you felt his dick twitch in you as you called him that nickname.

“come here.” he pulled you in, hugging you by your waist to help you move. “we’ll go slow this time, okay?” you nodded as he placed soft kisses on your shoulder ensuring that he won’t try to hurt you.

you dug your nails into the back of his neck as you started to rock your hips back and forth, throwing your head back from the immense pleasure. “so fucking tight on me, fuck.” he muttered, before letting his mouth fall open from how good you felt around him.

he hugged you tighter as you picked up the pace, making him moan even more. he places opened-mouth kisses on your breasts, sucking your bud before they become swollen. you held onto the headboard behind him balancing yourself as you become weaker, he then placed more on your chest, giving you hickeys on every spot.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you rode him faster, both of you getting close. “cum in me.” you whispered against his ear as he was just about to pull out of you. the room was filled with your moans as you felt his cum painting your velvety walls.

you let your entire body drop onto his chest, you had no strength left to lift yourself up from him as he was still inside you. he stroked your hair, then intertwined his hands into yours, placing a small kiss on your knuckles. he lifted your head, staring at your hazy eyes from how tired you were. you still felt his cum mixed with yours running down your thighs, too exhausted to open your eyes to stare at him back, instead, you just smiled.

he chuckles softly at how cute you were. he slowly pulls out of you, grabbing a tissue to wipe under your thighs. he then carried you bridal style to the bathroom, placing you on the counter as you were still leaning on him, too worn out to do anything else. he grabs his clean white t-shirt to put on you, along with clean panties, helping you put it on.

he carried you back into the room, carefully placing you on the bed. jake gets on the bed with you as well, tucking you in as he lays behind you, arms wrapping your waist. you turned around to face his body to be more comfortable in his embrace, you snuggle your head under his chin, putting your arm on his chest, now dozing off, feeling the warmth of his touch as he massages your back, gently patting your head as well.

“i love you, so, so much, y/n,” you finally felt safe in his arms, all you were thinking about now, was how you were lucky to have been chosen by him. you wanted nothing but to wish to stay with him forever starting from now. “and i’m never, going to leave you.” he whispers, dozing off with you as well.

“i love you too, jakey.”

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hughes43 · 1 year

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don't fade - Jamie Drysdale

a/n: first of the in our own sweet time fic list! wanted to get this out relatively quick, since I'm not sure when ill be free to do the next one. anywho, hope yall enjoy, lmk your thoughts!

Jamie wasn't actually sure how he had managed to land the girl in his bed. He questioned it months ago when she had agreed to the first date, and he questioned it today when she lay wrapped in his arms, yet to wake. She was truly the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and everyone knew it, hell, he was hardly the one to make the first move all that time ago.

It was only when Trevor obnoxiously pushed him into her direction that he felt he couldnt back down from the opportunity - clearly not used to talking to girls just yet, you took pity on the poor boy and initiated a simple conversation. The conversation turned into an exchange of numbers, texts turned into phone calls, and finally he managed to ask you out on an official first date.

Despite being in a relationship for months, a relationship which was by far the most secure and stable one he had ever been in, he wasn’t immune to the remarks his teammates made. It wasn’t anything major, just a comment here and there about how she was far too good fo him, how she would be the one to break his heart or how he was too boring for her spontaneous lifestyle. Jamie was smart, he knew otherwise, he knew that he never had a reason to worry, and you were perfectly happy in the bubble the two of you had created.

Yet here he was, lying in bed, holding you, plagued by these small and inconsequential comments. Yet right in this moment, they didn’t feel so inconsequential. They actually felt like a massive weight on his chest. It was like you could sense the tension radiating from him, you woke up offering him a soft smile while your eyes adjusted to the light coming from the window.

“Mornin’ Jam” your voice was thick with sleep, he rubbed small shapes into the small of your back in response. When you finally lifted your head to look at his face, you saw how tired he looked, “did you not sleep well?” He looked down at you, mulling over a response for a moment, “took me a while to fall asleep… had alot on my mind I guess”.

A look of concern fell across your features, his shoulder had healed up nicely, he was going home to see his family in a few weeks, and you knew for a fact that he, Trevor, and yourself had made plans to meet up multiple times in the off-season, so you knew that there shouldn’t be alot of things on his mind, not big enough to keep him awake anyway. “Whats up?” the question fell off your lips quietly, if your face wasn’t inches away from his, he probably wouldnt have heard it.

There were a few things he could say. He could say it was nothing, because it felt like it was nothing. He thought about lying, maybe saying something about team negotiations, or he could tell you the truth, that he was feeling insecure. He decided on the first option “nothin’, go back to sleep”. He gave you that small stupid half-smile that made you melt, probably as an attempt to steer the conversation elsewhere. You remained unconvinced. “I feel like its not nothing, Jam”. His eyes fell to the wall above your head, suddenly embarrassed in the vulnerable position he put himself in. “y/n, do you like me?” you giggled at his question, without taking the moment to think about it “yeah, of course i like you”. Now he was looking right at you, his cheeks slightly pink “but, do you like, like me?” the question hung in the air, your brows furrowed, of course you liked him, you might even love him, but it felt too early to say that.

You thought about the way he made you feel, about how your stomach always hurt around him and no one else from laughter, about how safe he made you feel and how you knew exactly when he was thinking about you. The silence that followed his question was the loudest thing he had ever heard, it was a simple question, why were you taking so long to answer? “Yeah, Jamie, I like - like you, maybe a bit extra” he let out an audible breath, which brought the smile back to your face, and you felt his body underneath yours relax. “Okay, just wanted to make sure”.

You stared at him, silently urging him to continue “its just.. The boys, they say those things, that sound like you’ll leave me and break my heart, cause they think your too good for me” his confession of insecurity killed you inside. Bringing yourself up and resting your elbows on either side of his torso, you looked directly into his eyes. “I dont really care what they say, I like you, and I’m gonna stay as long as you let me”. For the first time all morning, his smile met his eyes, you could basically see the idiotic comment formulating in his brain “Even when Trevor makes that stupid comment about a y/n sized space in his big empty bed” he accentuated the last few words as a feeble attempt to mock his roommate. “I think the y/n sized spot in this bed is more comfortable”.

Silence once again filled the room, this time it felt more comfortable, yet you took the chance to reassure him further. “Jam, if I liked Trevor or anyone else, I would be with them, I like you, and I want to stay right here with you”. You poked his bare chest to really send the point home. Jamie placed his hands on your waist and swiftly flipped the two of you over, his body hovering over yours “That's good, you're the only girl I want right here”. His lips settled into the sweet spot on your neck, telling you that you would be in bed for a while longer.

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honey-flustered · 2 years

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Cruel Little Vixen 4

Rockstar!Perv!Eddie Munson x Journalist!Reader

Enemies to Friends to Lovers (18+ MDNI)

Summary: You’re on tour with Corroded Coffin when Eddie decides to confront you about your distance. Your true feelings finally come to surface after bottling them up for so long.

A/N: The way yall have supported my writing has been such a surreal experience for me. I swear I can’t thank you guys enough for all the love ❤️. This chapter may be a little angsty, a little sad but the reward is great because it’s full of fluff here and next chapter will be crazy smutty fluffy. I love writing so much and i’m glad i can share it all with you. Hope you enjoy!

>>>Series Masterlist Part 4 of 8

Word Count: 7.3k+

Warnings: yelling, addict parent, mentions of insecurities, kissing, confessing feelings, hand holding, eddie and reader being idiots, sexual tension, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), face riding, use of sex toy, ‘master’ kink name, slight dry humping, french kissing, orgasm denial, cum eating

Despite not seeing him for so long having an affect your article, you decided not to bother him, figuring he wouldn’t want to see you either. It wasn’t until Mel Thomas had begged you to speak to him, claiming that Eddie would only listen to you.

So here you were. You’re at his front door pacing back and forth, conflicted between leaving or knocking. Your hands move on their own accord. You knock. Immediately regretting your decision, you turned to leave when you heard the door creak open.

“Y/n?” You turn around. It’s Wayne Munson.

“Hello, Mr. Munson, I’m sorry to disturb you. The band’s really worried about Eddie. We all are, actually. We hadn’t seen him in a week and we wanted to know if everything’s ok.”

Wayne waves you to come closer, you do. He swings the door open just an inch more and points into the living room. There you saw a frail older woman, about in her late 40s, jittery and pale. She bared a close resemblance to Eddie. She’s wrapped in a fleece blanket sitting on the couch, Eddie’s arm around her. He’s comforting her. Is it who you thought it was?

“That’s Eddie’s mother, Sheila,” Wayne explains. “She’s an addict. He hasn’t seen her in 3 years.”

You felt a twinge of pain in your heart for Eddie. You remembered him telling you that she’s been in and out of his life. You hadn’t known that it was due to substance abuse. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to come at such a personal time. I should go.”

“No. It’s actually a really good thing you’re here. Eddie’ll need the company while I head to the store. Come on in.” Wayne steps out of the way and you timidly take a step inside.

Eddie doesn’t notice you just yet. Instead, he helps lead his mother up the stairs possibly to have her get some rest.

“I’ll just get some things for dinner tonight. You’ll need anything?” Wayne asks.

“No, thank you. But I can assist you with dinner. I just want to help anyway I can.”

“You being here is already enough.” He pats your shoulder.

Eddie’s back downstairs. This time he sees you. You couldn’t read his emotions much but you sensed some shame behind his eyes.

“Well, I should get going,” Wayne announces. “Eds, you be nice.”

“Aren’t I always?” Eddie shrugs, meeting you in the middle.

Wayne shoots him a final look before leaving and it’s just the two of you after what felt like so long. You’re both standing awkwardly far apart from one another, Eddie expecting you to question the situation.

“You wanna play D’n’D?” You blurt out.

Eddie’s confused, letting out a dry laugh. “What?”

You crouch down, pulling out the board game placed on the shelf of the coffee table. You shake it around to entice him. “I’m not exactly sure how to play but I was hoping you could teach me.”

He had the urge to ask you if you’d witnessed any of what had happened before but seeing you smile so warmly at him made him feel at ease. “It’s a pretty long set up. I’d have to tell you about the rules and you’d have to make a character. Are you sure you’d have time for all that?”

“I’d make all the time in the world for you, Eds,” You admitted. You should have been blushing being so open to tell him this but you weren’t ashamed. You wanted him to know that you did value the time you got to spend with him. You wanted him to know that you enjoyed hanging out with him regardless of the article. “Now sit your ass down and help me with this, will ya?”

His mood changed and he’s smiling that famous smile. He sits on the ground beside you. “I didn’t know you cared for this stuff.”

“I didn’t know you still liked this stuff. Seeing your smile, though, proves to me that you’re definitely a huge nerd.” You nudge him with your elbow.

“So are you.” He taunts, nudging you back.

“You’re a bigger one, though.” You tease, throwing a game piece at him.

“Hey,” Eddie calls out, catching the piece. “This is limited edition.”

You ignore him, taking another game piece. “Can we begin already?”

“Let’s start with building your character. How you build your character determines the outcome of the game statistics.”

“Ooh! Could I be a halfling?”

He snorts. “You could be any species you want and that’s what you choose? Good luck with that. Just know that as Dungeon Master, I won’t go easy on you.”

“You nerd.” You giggled.

There’s a sense of comfort that growing between the two of you. You’d hoped this meant that Eddie could trust you enough to know that you’d never write about this in his exposé. There were some things just too personal to write about. His secret was safe with you and you’d happily put down your journal just to make him feel okay again.

By the end of the night, you and Eddie had laid on the couch together. You laid right beside him, bodies pressed against one another on the tight space. He’d drifted off before you, probably exhausted from caring for his mother going through her withdrawals.

Before you’d drifted off, you gaze at him and pressed your lips to his cheek. You were grateful to know every part of him. Hopefully, he’ll never fear to hide parts of his life from you again. You rest your head on his shoulder and let slumber take over.

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In the morning, you’d found yourself resting alone on the couch. You brought your head up, searching around. Eddie’s outside in the backyard, sitting by the pool. You can tell that he’s sad. You knew this could only mean that his mother had left again. Without a trace.

You go out to him, quietly sitting beside him. He looks at you then down at the water again, knee bent to his chest and hands resting over his knees. The silence is worth a thousand words.

“She’s gone,” He speaks up. “She left last night while we slept. She…she fucking told me she wanted to get better. That she’d be off that shit.”

He’s hurt. His voice began to raise, cracking a little as he tried to fight back from breaking down. “I’m not even angry that she stole money from me. But she told me that she wanted to be in my life again. I care for her this entire week and even after seeing how my life turned out…she still has no interest to know me as her son. I’m just another stranger. I don’t know why I always think that the next time will be different.”

You swallowed hard, continuing to listen intently. You could feel the anguish that he’s releasing and it made you hurt so badly for him that you wished you could shelter him from that pain. You’re compelled to hug him. So you do, jumping into his arms causing his back to hit the ground as you clutched around him from above.

“You’re amazing, Eddie Munson. If she’s not willing to see that, then you have me to help you see yourself the way I see you. Thank you for being you.”

He’s surprised by the embrace. He’s usually the one to initiate contact between you. He squeezes his arms tight around you as you straddle him in an even tighter embrace. When you pull away from the hug, your eyes lock on his. His eyes slightly wet as he looks at up at you through his lashes, lips parted.

He looks so damn kissable.

You hover your lips over his, your hands suddenly pinning his hands beside his head. You weren’t sure what had come over you. His eyes fluttering as you gently press your lips against his. Now you feel as if you believed ever line written in romance about feeling sparks during an intense kiss because you felt like fireworks had exploded in the back of your head the moment your lips touched. His lips were just the right amount of soft with enough of a roughness to them that gave you a feeling to savor.

Your hips grind into him without your knowledge until you’d heard Eddie groan against your lips. This felt wrong. Like you were taking advantage of him in his vulnerable state. You should stop. You let go of his hands attempting to pull away but you’d only given the reigns to a beast of a man. With his hands on either side of your face, he bucks up into you and you gasp, he uses this opportunity to shove his tongue in your mouth. Then, he lowers his hands to your hips guiding you against him. It felt so amazing. Even between the barriers of you shorts, you felt his hardness digging into you, beckoning for its freedom.

“No,” You moaned into the kiss. “No, please. We can’t.”

But he’s addicted. He’s suckling on your lips as if it were the sweetest he’s ever tasted. You push at his chest, breaking the kiss and the line of saliva between you.

You swing your leg around, keeping off him. He sits up and just as he cups your face to kiss you again, you turn your face to the side. Then, he tries to kiss you from that side, you turn again. He stares at you bewildered and annoyed.

“I can’t.” You whisper.

“Of course, you can’t.” He mutters angrily under his breath.

“I…” You began.

“It’s fine. We’ll forget it ever happened,” Eddie rushes out. “I’ll accept his apology, by the way.”

You blinked at him, lost.

“Jessie. I’ll accept his apology. That’s why you came to visit me, right?” He says a slight bitterness in his tone.

He wasn’t entirely wrong. You had come over to convince him to accept the apology. If the band hadn’t asked you to speak with him, you’d never known what Eddie had gone through. It didn’t meant that you didn’t care, though. You just wanted to give him his space.

“I almost didn’t knock on your door. I thought about giving you some space. Figured you were mad because of the way we left things the night we…did those sexual things. But I knocked anyway. I did it because I wanted to. Because I wanted to know if you were okay even if I was scared you’d be mad at me. I care about you. You’re my…you’re my friend.”

A flash of hurt skims his face for a moment before it quickly shifts to indifference. “I think I’d like to be alone.”

You opened your mouth to protest but quickly accepted his wish. It was fair. You’d only made things worse. So much for cheering him up. Nodding, you stand to your feet.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You ask.

He shrugs. He was over this conversation with you. You sighed, looking down sadly at him before heading out. You couldn’t wrap your head around how it’s the perfect formula to concoct a great friendship between you two and yet all you could do was lead him on only to pull away at the very last second. It felt selfish that what you’d once accused him of doing was now something you were doing: playing mind games.

————

Day 14. Another week has gone by. The strain between you and Eddie’s relationship had only increased. Your writing suffering as a result. Your heart’s not in it the way it was when you both were playing off each other’s personalities. Everyone noticed the changes including your boss which only made the pressure lay thick on you. You didn’t have much time. You’re week three into this project. One more week left. If you couldn’t bring out your best, you’ll be in the background once again. You just couldn’t speak to him even when he’d decided to let bygones be bygones you had avoided him.

Today, Corroded Coffin will be leaving for their London tour. You were instructed to go along with. The coach bus waiting out front to take you all to the airport.

Chrissy pulls you into a hug. “Take all the pictures you could and don’t forget to call me.”

“I won’t forget. I’ll take so many pictures and I’ll call you so much it’ll feel like you’re there, too.” You promised.

“Great! Also, I got you a going away gift partly an apology gift for cockblocking you.”

You giggled. “Chrissy, you shouldn’t have.”

“No. No. This’ll be good. You’ll need this.” She rummages through her bag before she pulls out long gift-wrapped box.

You smiled as you ripped up the gift wrap then lips curve into a frown. “Chrissy! This is a dildo.” You whisper-yell.

“A vibrating one, too.” She smiles, widely.

“Why?”

“You told me you didn’t want to fuck Eddie. I don’t see why but I respect your choices. So, to sort of curb your horniness while you’re on this trip I bought you this.”

“You…are insane. I’m 100% convinced.”

Chrissy laughs. “For helping a friend get an orgasm anyway she can? This isn’t the 60s anymore, Y/n. It’s about time you pull up your big girl pants and gotten a sex toy.”

Eddie walks over to you both and you quickly hide the box behind your back. He silently greets you then looks over to Chrissy.

“I’ll bring you back a souvenir?” He addresses her.

“Make it a signed CD from Haven’s Fight. I heard they’re opening for your band and I’d like a personal signature from Haven.” Chrissy requests.

“Haven? The guy’s a fucking asshole.” Eddie scoffs.

“You think everyone’s an asshole,” Chrissy laughs before they come together for a hug. “Take care, okay? Make sure you keep my girl happy.”

“Yeahhh, we’ll see about that.” Eddie’s eyes shift to you and you instinctively look away.

“Let’s go, everyone! Time to hit the road!” Mel Thomas shouts.

You give a final goodbye to Chrissy before heading into the coach bus. You’d sit in a seat across from Eddie. Neither of you saying a word. Simply exchanging shy glances before looking anywhere but in front of you.

Judas Argo noticing the silence, sits in the seat beside you darting his eyes between you. Eddie slowly getting irritated.

“Can we help you?” Eddie asks.

“I’ve never seen the two of you this quiet. Usually, nothing could stop you from mouthing off at each other now all of a sudden your as solemn as Brit at a funeral.” Judas says.

“We don’t feel like talking. It’s not a big deal.”

“Fuck that! I’m not going back to my home with two boring fucks. We’re going to liven it up in here. Jessie, cue the radio. Look for something tasteful.”

“Jude, I swear to god…” Eddie groans.

The radio switches on and “Stayin’ Alive” by The Bee Gees begins to play and Judas stands up, giving his doing the disco pointing dance. “I know you know this one, princess. No one can resist this song. Even metalheads like us.”

He takes your hand forcing you to stand. You stand awkwardly as he dances around you, trying to gain your balance from the slightly rocky bus. Then, the chorus begins and you couldn’t help but sing along following his dance.

Judas smiles widely, impressed by your moves. “See? Disco’s not dead after all.”

“Come on, Eds. Get up!” Judas encourages.

“Noooo.” Eddie protests.

Judas rolls his eyes, frustrated at his bratty bandmate. “Grab the cunt, boys.”

Eddie shoots a threatening look and warns them. “Stay the fuck away from me, dudes.”

Jessie and Mel ignore all warnings and take Eddie by the arms, yanking him to his feet. Eddie stands there with his arms crossed as you all sang and danced. His eyes land on you carelessly dancing and singing away. You looked so happy that he can feel the corners of his lips began to twitch into a smile. After some nudging from his mates, he joined along in the singing and soon you were all belting the lyrics as if it were a heavy metal song itself.

You and Eddie had even sung the chorus to each other like you’d never kept your distance from each other. It felt like old times again. Even as you boarded the plane, the two of you talked and laughed as if you’d known each other forever.

—————

You were unpacking your things in your hotel room, feeling jet lag from the flight. You could use the rest before you and the boys went sightseeing around the city for tonight. Throwing on the Hellfire Club T-shirt, you entered the bed. Although you were extremely tired, you’re still very alert. Then, you’re mind drifts back to the sex toy that Chrissy had given you.

God, I hate her for being right sometimes.

You go retrieve the box from your bag. Opening the box, you carefully slide out the pink vibrating dildo laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. It was quite a decent size. A size that you weren’t accustomed to but it wouldn’t necessarily be uncomfortable.

You press the button on its side and it starts to vibrate erratically nearly jumping out of your hand. Then, you hear a knock on your door.

Just my fucking luck.

Switching it off and hiding the object under your sheets, you walk briskly to the door. You swing the door just a peek.

Eddie.

“Hey, I can come in?”

“Errmm, now’s not a good….” He interrupts your protests and pushes through, taking you aback. You scoffed, following after him. “Excuse me.”

“You’re excused,” He smirks before throwing his body onto your mattress. For a brief second, his eyes roam your body, taking in the fact that your wearing his shirt. It’s not the first time he’s seen you wearing it but each time it gives him the chance to burn it into his memory for later recall. “So where do you think you and I should go?”

“We’re sightseeing with the boys. Remember?”

“Ughh, I thought we’d be going our separate ways.”

“Nope! Sticking with the group. It’s only fair.”

“Maybe for you but—” Eddie cuts himself off, wiggling around in your bed and made a face of discomfort and confusion. A faint vibration noise sounds from under him.

Your eyes widened, face beginning to flush as you remembered what you’d buried right under him.

Fuck, Fuck, Fucking Fuck.

Eddie pulls out the item that was vibrating away at his back. He holds it up in the air, eyes sizing it up before landing on you.

His face slowly pulls into a cheshire cat grin and you quickly, sputtered you explanation. During your incoherent blubbering, Eddie slowly stands up from the bed and calculatingly stalks over to you. “I-It’s not mine. Well, it is mine. But it was a gift from Chrissy. I wasn’t even going to use it. I was just c-curious a-and I was inspecting it.”

“You were…inspecting?” He asks, clearly amused.

Your temperature at an all time high. You were sure water could evaporate from the heat giving off on your face. “Y-yes. Is that so hard to believe?”

“Yeah, I find it incredibly hard to believe. You know what I think…I think you’re using it to replace me.”

How the fuck does he know these things?

“Maybe,” He began, stepping closer to you. “Maybe you’re using this to train yourself for something more. It’s a pity. It’s not even the right size. You’d have to get something much, much bigger if you really want to handle me.”

You gulped before shaking off his words, walking up to him confidently. “Give it.”

“Come and get it.”

It was deja vu except this time you know what it’s like to kiss those sinful lips. You rush him again only instead of dodging you, he let’s you come at him full force. The moment your hand wraps around the toy, he tugs forward, making you crash into him and your lips meet.

You melt, all the pent up tension releasing as well. You test the waters, intertwining your fingers into his curls. He deepens the kiss, walking forward. The back of your knees hit the edge of your bed and you both fall onto the mattress.

“You look so sexy in my shirt,” His hands roam down your body before cupping your pussy causing you to moan. “Should I use that toy on you? Get you nice and ready.”

Taking the toy and switching it on, he drags it over your stomach before bringing it between your inner thighs. The vibrations causing you to shiver as he brings it closer and closer to your core. He hovers it over your sensitive bud and despite your underwear being the only thing between direct contact, you can feel your wetness begin to pool. Then, he presses the vibrator against it and you yelp at the feeling, unable to squirm away.

You wrap a hand around his wrist, trying to pull it away. “Please…”

He pulls up your shirt to get a better view of the scene between your legs. “Such a pretty sight.”

“Eddie, I can’t do this.”

“Sure you can. Look how wet you’re getting.” He growls in your ear making your back arch and the vibrator presses harder into your sensitive bud.

Your eyes roll back, biting your lip at the sensation. Moan after moan, tumbling from your lips like you’re a broken record. His heavy erection against your thigh signaling his enjoyment in your reactions. He sucks at a sensitive spot on your neck and you’re convinced that he’s trying to end your existence because no way could anything feel this good.

He’s reduced you to a panting mess and you can see bursts of light exploding behind your eyes. Your heart rate quickens as the pleasure builds and builds.

“E-ed—I’m really, really close,” You mewled. “Gonna cum.”

“You are?” He asks, mockingly.

“Yes, yes. Mmm, fuck!” The coil within you ravels itself in a twisted knot. You’re back completely off the bed and your lips part. Eddie studying your face. You’re on the brink of an earth shattering release when he cruelly pulls away.

You immediately whined at the loss. It was evil. He’s a monster. You hate him. You hate him! Why is he laughing at you misery?

“You should see the look on your face.”

“Why’d you do that?!” You didn’t mean to sound so desperate but you were. He’d ripped away what could’ve been such an intense awakening for you.

“Because I can,” He simply says, pulling off you. “Call it a punishment, if you will.”

Taking a pillow, you strike him with it repeatedly. He gets up from the bed, trying to get away from your attacks.

“Okay, okay. Let it out.” He chuckles.

“Get out.”

“You’re that mad?”

“Yes! Now go!” You pout, opening the door and pointing out.

Eddie knows he’s getting to you. He’s slowly chipping away at your walls and it was only a matter of time before you crumble. He bows as he makes his exit. “My room’s just across from yours in case you’re ready for the real thing.”

“You wish.” Your voice goes against your stance as it uttered the phrase in a breathy whisper.

“If you say so.” He shrugs, unconvinced.

You closed the door behind you, sliding down as your knees buckled from weakness.God those lips. Those very soft… full…luscious lips. That fucking sexy voice when he’s turned on. His weight on you…

Okay, maybe I’ll be ‘inspecting’ that toy a little more now.

—————

You hardly got any sleep before the outing. Countless times you had to keep yourself from jumping out of bed and ending up in his. You’re at your breaking point and you weren’t sure at all how you’d gotten this far.

After dressing up in simple denim jeans and a corset shirt, you let your hair down and took a look at yourself in the mirror. You were going for a rockstar girlfriend look in an attempt to veer off your more conservative style.

Then, you were off heading out to meet the group and receiving wolf whistles. In the corner of your eye, you spot a possessive look on Eddie’s face, hopefully a repeat of the fight would not be in the cards for tonight.

The boys were talking over each other, excitedly about the activities they planned for the night, all of which you weren’t looking forward to.

“Patsy’s has great drinks and the hottest women. I know from my last visit here.” Mel says.

“Not to mention the giant tits ok some of these girls. Wouldn’t mind taking one home.”

You gagged. They talked about women like picking out a dog from a shelter. You follow far behind the boys, Eddie soon falling behind after next to you.

Tapping you on the shoulder, he points to a little music shop across the street. You shrugged, not understanding the big deal. He takes your hands and then your both running across the street towards it. His bandmates not noticing a thing.

Entering the shop, Eddie looks around before turning to you. He’d brought you here with no reason to actually be there.

“Why did we leave the boys? Don’t you wanna go to Patsy’s?”

“Pssh, nah. It’s overrated. Plus, I figured you needed a little rescuing.”

“I actually wouldn’t have minded.”

“We can go bac—”

“No! We’re good!”

“I thought so,” He laughs. He picks up a Jimmy Hendrix vinyl record. “Great guitarist. One of my influences aside from Metallica. Would’ve loved to play guitar with that guy. Damn.”

You spot a pair of sample headphone and it gives you an idea. “Let’s play a little game. I’ll put these on and you talk to me.”

“Wow, I’m boring you that much.” He scoffs.

“No, moron. It’s a game I used to play as a kid. Whenever my mom would take me to the music store, I’d go to the tester headphone section, blast the music super loud, and I’d try to guess what people are saying. I’d gotten so good at reading lips, my mom would put a hand over her mouth whenever she wanted to speak privately with my dad.”

“I think I’d have to see it to believe.”

“Okay. Prepare to be amazed.” You place them over your ears, giggling as you raised the volume of the rock music playing in them.

Eddie starts talking but he’s talking so fast that it’s practically gibberish. Then you realize that he’s actually speaking nonsensical phrases.

“Be serious.” You laughed.

You read his lips. “Aw, you got me.”

You repeated it out loud. He’s impressed. Then, he utters another phrase.

“Do you like…pies?” You laughed, a bit confused. You mimic his mouth movement. “Oh wait, ‘Do you like pizza’ is what you said.”

He nods, smiling at your accuracy. Then, he utter one last phrase and your smile fades. ‘I like you’ he says. You felt a sense of sadness wash over you knowing that this was only for the game and not something you’d actually hear from his mouth genuinely.

You pull off the headphones, Eddie noticing your the shift in your mood. “Everything okay?”

You don’t answer. You walk out of the store into the street, not even thinking to look back to know if he’s following close behind.

He rans after, catching up and putting a hand to your shoulder to make you face him. “I don’t understand. What’d I do wrong? Why are you avoiding me?”

“It’s nothing. And I’m not avoiding you.” You swipe sway his hand from your shoulder then walked away.

“She then proceeds to avoid me,” He throws up his hands, voice raising. “You’ve got to be the most frustrating woman I’ve ever met. It’s like your a different person every other hour.”

You stop in your tracks, pointing at him. “Oh and are you any better?”

“Least I’m not leading you on. You want me then ya don’t. You’re constantly leading me on and it doesn’t feel fucking good, Y/n. I feel like shit.”

“How can I feel anything for you when you don’t really like me? All of this casanova player shit is just to get in my pants. Then, what’ll happen once you do?”

“Is that all you think of me?”

“Only because that’s what you think of me!”

“You don’t know what I think of you!”

“Don’t need to! I’ve seen the way you and your bandmates talk about girls!”

“That’s not who I am! Maybe come down from that fucking high horse you sit on so you can actually see things a lot clearer!”

“Fuck you!”

“You’d love that!”

“I’m not—” The rumbling from the sky cuts you off and not long after drops of rain began to trickle down on you both. The nearest shops were too far from all the walking you’d done and you silently curse yourself.

Eddie points to a designated phone booth, taking your hand and you both run over to it. Shutting the door behind you, you were both officially sheltered from the rain.

Eddie stares at you and point at you face. You peer at your reflection the the glass. Your mascara’s running so much for the cool rockstar girlfriend look.

“I look like a sad panda.”

“It’s kinda cute.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Or what? You gonna leave? I’m sick of this back and forth. Do you like me or not? I like you and it feels like I’m alone in this.”

“I kissed you first, didn’t I?”

“Because you felt sorry for me. You took pity on me about my mom and kissed me.”

“It’s not true! You don’t know how I feel about you either.”

“Then just tell me! Spare me this push and pull because I can’t take it.”

“Fine, I like you,” You admittedly shouted. “I like you, Eddie. I like you a lot sooner than I’m willing to admit. I wanted you for so long.”

“Then, what’s with you? Why’re you being so fucking distant?”

“Because I have a career to uphold. My career is all I have. Even if you were to fuck me and dump me the next second, I’d always have my career. I don’t want to be another one of your conquests. I don’t want to be a pawn to whatever game your playing. If I become this way for you, I’d hate you forever. So to remember you fondly even after this article’s over, I don’t want to go any further.”

“I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“How am I supposed to believe that? You’re a rockstar. You make lists of the countless women you’ve fucked. I’m nowhere near you’re type. I know you like Chrissy and you’re probably using me to get to her.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?! How could you even say these things without batting an eye?”

“It’s true and you know it, Eddie,” You sighed. “You think this is what you want. That—that this is fun and exciting because I push you away and you take me as some kind of challenge for you. But then, you’ll get your way. Then…you’ll have me and you’ll get bored of me.”

His eyes are filled with hurt, pleading silently to stop the horrible things you’re saying. Yet you continue, “I’m no rockstar. I’m not some pretty former cheerleader you once had a crush on. I’m just me. A journalist looking for her own footing in the world. Once this article’s over…by next week you’ll forget I’ve ever existed.”

“You couldn’t be more goddamn wrong! You sound so heartless, you couldn’t even take a chance to see from my side of things! I fucking like you, Y/n! If that makes me some kind of a monster with a motive against you then I’m sorry you feel that way.”

“I didn’t say that!”

“You practically did!”

“You’re mishearing me. Let me elaborate!”

“You’ve said enough!”

A bang on the glass of the phone booth causes you and Eddie’s widened eyes to turn to the intruder. Looking down and see a shorter elderly man dressed in a dapper pin-striped suit, carrying an yellow umbrella.

“You kids gonna keep bickering or could I make a phone call?” The old man asks.

“S-sorry.” You and Eddie step out of the booth.

The old man hands Eddie the umbrella. “Wait here.”

He head inside making a quick call leaving you and Eddie standing outside in quiet embarrassment at your public outbursts.

“He’s nice to give us his umbrella.” You say, shyly looking down at your boots.

“Yeah, I suppose. He’s well dressed, too. Pretty expensive suit. I’d say he’s in a mob.” Eddie deduces.

“You’ve got an active imagination.”

“I’m serious.”

The old man finishes his call, stepping out the booth and looks between you two.

“You two lovebirds were at each other’s throats in there. You alright?”

“Yeah.” “No.” You and Eddie say simultaneously.

“The gentleman says ‘no’.” The old man says to you.

“He just likes to say everything opposite from me.” You say.

“No, I don’t.” Eddie denies.

“Yes, you do.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Ya know what, you two walk with me to the diner. We’re gonna have a little chat and settle this.” The old man waves a hand over.

For an old man, he was pretty fast. Eddie trying to keep up holding the umbrella over him, leaving you both soaking in the process.

When you reached the diner, Eddie and you sit side by side in a booth. The old man sat across from you,

“Oh shit, Eddie. You’re in public? You could be attacked at any moment.”

“No worries. Brits don’t bother the celebrities. Francis’ll be okay. And if anyone dare tries anything, they’ll answer to me.” The old man says.

“You know Francis?” You asked.

“Oh yeah, the Mrs loves his music.”

“Old people listen to metal?” Eddie questions.

“She’s anything but old, bucko. The woman’s timeless. Ya see, I’ve been with this woman for 30 years. Best years of my life are with her. All because I worked the courage to talk to her and tell her how I felt. If I was ever a pansy about it, I would’ve never even gotten her bloody name. My lesson for you both is to quit beating around the bush. You’re young and you don’t want to waste your life regretting what could’ve been.”

Eddie scoffs, crossing his arms. “Yeah, tell that to her. I’ve never met a girl who hated being favored this much.”

“Well, good sir, could you please explain to this man next to me that I’m not pursuing my feelings for a man who belongs to the world.”

“Oh, so now I’m just a sex maniac in your eyes? I can’t just like you and only you?”

“You both hush up,” The old man orders and you both immediately fell silent. “It’s clear you both are fancy one another. No denying it. If you were honest about these emotions from the get go, this shit show would be a thing of the past. What’s your name young lady?”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n, you like this man?”

You glance timidly at him, he searches your face. “I do.”

“And you rockstar?”

“I do, too.”

“Then, that’s all that matters. Stop focusing on the things that could go wrong or you won’t enjoy the present. You think I’d made it that far if I kept worrying whether she’d leave me or whether we’d fall out of love? Live in the moment, youngsters. That is the secret to love,” The man looks at the window and there’s a limo parked outside for him. He stands throwing a wad of cash on the table. “Keep the umbrella and quit arguing in phone booths.”

Then, the old man steps out. His chauffeur carrying an umbrella in one and and the other opening the door for the man. You and Eddie waved at him through the window as he drove off.

“He’s definitely in the mob.” Eddie states, breaking the silence.

——————

It was an interesting night that you two hadn’t expected to go down. You both admitted to liking each other, blushing every now and then when you caught each other staring. You made it back to the hotel, calling the night early.

Standing in the middle of the hallway, you were fiddling for the keys to your room when you decided to stop and face Eddie.

“I’m sorry if it sounded like I was calling you a sex addict. I’ve just been trying to convince myself you’re bad for me but you come all charismatic and cute and you make me want you.”

“To be honest, I see where you come from. Any sane person would be wary to date a rockstar.”

“I’m definitely not sane,” You laughed, deliriously. “I think I’ve lost my mind.”

“Me too. You make me crazy,” He leans against his door. “Remember that night I said I saw you in the crowd? I wasn’t looking because you were front row. I looked at you because…you remind me of home. I don’t see that much on the road. I’m used to this fast life. But with you, I felt like I could be there again. I wasn’t Francis. I was Eddie.”

You eyes glimmer with happiness. He notices this, face crimson red.

“That was lame to say that.” He says, rubbing at the back if his neck.

“No, I get it. And I really appreciate you telling me this.”

He clears his throat. “Of course.”

“Hey, Eds.”

“Hmm?”

“I want you. I want you as mine. Even if only for tonight. Whatever you decide—whatever happens between us, I’m okay with it. But like that man said, life’s too short to beat around the bush and I don’t want to regret not having you.”

“You sure? What about your celibacy?”

“I’d break it for you.”

Eddie caresses your cheek. “How about you let me take you on a date tomorrow? It’ll be the last day we get to have this time alone before the concert. Let’s enjoy the entire day. Then after I’ll take you back to my room and I’ll take my time showing you how much I care.”

“As much as I like that…I’d like something now. After that little scene in my hotel room, all I want to do is feel you on me.” You’d never been so bold. That old man’s a wizard.

Eddie swings his door open hand, resting on one side of the door frame. “I’ll give you a little preview of the fun we’ll have. All you gotta do is step inside. But once you do…you’ll be mine.”

“I’m more than okay with that.”

“I need a verbal yes. Tell me you’ll be mine.”

“I’m yours.” You say with no hesitation.

“Then come inside. Let me show you what I can do for you.”

You step into his room and he shuts the door behind you. His demeanor changing as he wraps his arms around your waist, picking you up and setting you on the kitchen island table.

Your shoes are the first to go then your jeans and underwear. He’s staring down at you glistening core as if looking at Heaven itself.

“So damn pretty.” He whispers.

He lowers himself enough so that his face met closer with your core. He kneads your thick thighs, his rigid rings making marks against the skin as he squeezed tighter and tighter.

He scatters wet kisses across your inner thighs and you nearly came in that instant. His eyes never leave yours, watching you squirm under his touch (though he’s barely touched you at all).

Dragging his lips from the inner thigh, they latch around the fat, sensitive nub sucking hard and your hips buck and this sudden act.

While one hand wrapped around your thigh, keeping you from crushing his head between them the other hand flicks around with her clit. Eddie devours your cunt as if you were his last meal, slurping at the excess juices and then sucking on the folds that still drip with your essence.

“You taste so good, little vixen. So damn sweet.” His words, despite being muffled by his mouth serving your pussy, sent another pool of liquid what seeping out of you.

Those lips were made to be ridden. His entire face was. So you did, grabbing the top of his hair you grind your pussy into his face. You’re riding his nose that rubbed in just the right spots against you. The familiar sensation of the bursts of lights behind your eyes returns only this time this was the kind of orgasm that scared you.

You feared that if you allow yourself release you’d either lose your mind or your life. You wanted to let it subside, give you a more easier orgasm to handle but that’s not what Eddie lived by. He wanted you taking it all and full force. When you tried to pull your hand away from his hair, he placed a hand on top your locking them there and making you continue grinding you wetness in his face.

“It’s too much. Too much, Eddie! I feel like I’ll die.” You panted.

“You can take it,” He mutters against your thigh. “You’re a big girl.”

He flicks his tongue up and down with an incredible speed that send you convulsing. The tongue you’d always dreamed of between your legs whenever he’d stick it our during his shows. Now you were living every fans dream only you were certain he’d tasted you in a way he’s never done with anyone else.

“Ohmm, my gah, fuck. I’m gonna, uh—I’m gonna cum, master. Oh shiit.”

He groans at the name you’d given him. It simply slipped without you recognizing but you were too much in bliss to be embarrassed by it. Then, he sucks your clit with a combination tongue circling motion and you combust.

You convulsions racked so heavily through you that it was a miracle your head hadn’t bang against the table. Real tears stream down you face as you tried to hold on to something to get a grip on reality. You pulled hard at his hair and he lets out a long drawn our moan.

Once you come to, you are still slightly trembling and trying to gain your breaths. Eddie stands, there’s a raging hard on in his jeans.

“I’m regretting this,” Eddie begins. “I’m not sure now how I can wait until tomorrow.”

“Then, don’t.” You say exhausted, lying boneless against the kitchen table.

“No, no. I’ll be waiting. Counting the goddamn hours if it makes this faster,” He groans. “You’ll have to leave now, though, or I might not be able to hold our longer.”

You sighed, hopping off the counter and your legs feel like jelly. You shimmy on your clothes and headed for the door.

Why was he now trying to be a gentleman, when you wished for him to be the freak you’d heard constant rumors about?

“Can I at least get a goodnight kiss?” You say, licking your lips.

“No. I swear any more contact with you and you’ll be with your hands tied taking every inch of—fucking hell, woman. Just leave!”

“Okay. Okay!” You say, putting your hands up in surrender.

It felt weird being on the other side of this dynamic. The tables have surely turned.

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cowboy-like-mee · 2 years

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i wish i could change

summary: depressed! reader and boyfriend! harry

warnings: depression, mentions of wanting to d word

word count: 1.1k

a/n: hello. i am ending my year and a half long hiatus. i am writing this in the midst of a depressive episode, so it is based off real life me rn! it was kinda therapeutic tbh. i feel a lot better after getting this out. i listened moon song by phoebe bridgers, my tears ricochet by taylor swift, and a different age by current joys on repeat while writing this. have fun!

p.s. i kind hate this :/ i feel like the end is rushed but whatev. i hope you enjoy. i feel like i might want to write more about this couple. i have many ideas also! if you have any requests let me know! or i can post what my ideas are and yall can tell me what you want first!

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Sitting in the filth of your room never made it any better. But you just couldn’t help it. There were empty bags of chips and dirty clothes everywhere. The floors need vacuuming. The bed hasn't been made in weeks- the fitted sheet isn't even on the bed anymore. You've just been lying on the bare mattress with a blanket covering you that doesn't even reach your feet. The smell of old food and dirty laundry stings your nose every time you breathe in a little too deeply. You needed a shower. There were clumps of your hair sitting next to a pair of scissors on your desk from where you had decided it was a good idea to chop a few inches off at 3 am yesterday.

You're pretty sure you hadn't been to a single class in at least a month. You were failing only two at the moment, luckily. Last semester it was three. Emails and text messages were piling up in your inboxes. There was no point in setting alarms anymore. You knew you weren't going to wake up anyway.

You really just missed your mom. You missed her encouraging words and her hugs. Her hugs. Any of your problems were made to be nothing with just one of her hugs. You know she would be beyond disappointed to see the state of your life right now.

Nothing even happened to make you feel this way. It's just a part of that never-ending cycle of depression that seems to hinder everything you try to do. There are no words to describe what happens in your head when you get like this. No therapist or medication could ever stop this feeling. It's like the weight of the world sits on your chest. You can't breathe. You can't think. You can't move. You can't even provide yourself with the basic necessities one needs to survive.

You try to tell yourself to get out of this funk, but nothing will help. Nothing has ever helped.

Well...maybe one thing has.

Harry.

Your boyfriend on two years. The man who has helped you out of funk numerous amounts of times throughout the last couple of years. Of course, you don't always feel like this. It comes and goes. It seems nowadays it mostly comes. It never seems to go. But when it has come, Harry has been there for you. He has fed you and showered you and loved you and kissed you and never ever judged you.

You feel like a burden.

No matter how many times he tells you he does it because he loves you. He hates seeing you like that. He wishes he could take all of your pain away. You mean everything to him. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you.

You don't know why. What kind of man wants a girl who goes four days without showering at times. Or a girl who wakes up at 3 pm because at night her thoughts wander so far she has to hit herself in the head to stop them. A girl who can't just...be normal.

Either way, you know one thing is for certain. You love Harry. You really do. You probably wouldn't be here if it weren't for him. He has changed your life. There have been more good moments with him than bad. He kisses you just to kiss you. He watches your favorite movie with you weekly (even though you know he despises it.) He goes out to brunch with your parents because he loves talking to the people who created you. He buys you flowers every time he goes to the market just because he loves to see you smile every time he gives them to you.

He really was made for you. Nevertheless, you felt like you didn't deserve him.

You wish you could change. You wish you could change for him. You wish it was easier to be alive. You wish you didn't want to die. For him. Not for yourself. You wish you could be the perfect girlfriend. The girlfriend he deserved, not one that rots away in her room.

Harry walks in. You hear the door to your apartment creak open and gently shut. Footsteps lead into the kitchen, probably putting down the food you know he probably bought for you. You sit up and try to put on your most neutral face. You sniff your armpits and wince a little. It's only been since yesterday morning you showered, but a little deodorant wouldn't hurt. Your door opens letting in light, making your eyes squint and your hand instinctively come up to block it.

"Y/N?" Harry says. You smile for the first time since you saw him last a few days ago. "Hey, baby." He gives you the softest, pure smile you've ever seen in your whole life. He tilts his head at you with a concerned look on his face.

"Hi." You croak out, using your voice for the first time in a while. He walks up to your bed and pulls the blanket down to lie with you. You scoot over to make room for him. He climbs in and immediately wraps his hands around you. His face buries into your neck and plants soft kisses along your throat. Your hand goes into his hair and softly brushes through his soft curls.

He hums. "Mmm, I love you." He kisses you again right on your jawline. "I've missed you, baby. How has my girl been?" Your throat tightens. You're regretting not answering his texts. He's probably been worried.

You smile sadly. "I love you more, angel. I-" You pause to think of an adequate answer to your disappearance the past few days. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I haven't answered your texts. I've just been...not feeling well. I've missed you too. So much." Your eyes are welling with tears, but your room is dark so maybe he won't notice.

He pulls back a little to look at your face. His heart breaks. His girl has been feeling bad and he hasn't been here for her. "Oh, honey. It's okay. You know I just want to make sure you're okay." He kisses you sweetly. Your heart swells. He really is perfect. "I brought you dinner. I hope you haven't eaten." He smiles at you.

You laugh wetly. " Eating hasn't really been my number one priority today."

He frowns, "Y/N, you have to eat, love. It's important to take care of your body." He sits up and grabs your hand. "Come one. Let's go eat and watch Silver Linings Playbook." He pulls you up from your nest. He wraps his arms around you and engulfs you in a hug. Your head rests on his chest and you just breathe in.

You reach up and kiss him. You will never understand how this man can be so selfless. He really has changed your life. You will love him at your highs, and you will love him at your lows.

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shiftingparadise · 2 years

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HI LOVE ok this might be a long detailed request so im sry i thought of this while trying to go to sleep to dream good😭🙏 OK jujutsu staff geto (kinda like nanami but as hes not a teacher like gojo) & sorcerer gn!reader. reader's curse technique is emotion/memory manipulation, geto & reader mutually have unspoken love/adoration for e.o but are aware of it. setting: somber night at the academy & reader sitting on the steps contemplating life & inevitable dying. geto finds them outside & joins to keep company making some small talk & they asks him why hes always so nice to them & then he starts actually starts listing qualities he likes abt reader. reader then asks geto if they can kiss him🫣 ofc he says yes & this is when reader uses their cursed technique on him & wipes out his emotions & memories attached to reader cuz the next day reader goes on a dangerous mission that can ultimately take their life & theyre also rly tired of fighting, also the reason y/n wipes his memories is cuz theyre aware of his feelings but want him to move on w/o grieving their loss. OK SAD ENDING: geto attends the funeral w/ no emotion he just thinks y/n was as acquaintance so it looked as if he just casually went to pay condolences & everyone was like ??? what happened yall were so close & he denies that cuz he doesnt rmbr until sm1 tells him reader mightve used their technique on him to avoid him from not being able to move on & he later regains his memory of them. HAPPY ENDING: reader is just heavily injured & while geto visits the infirmary to see shoko he sees y/n & their technique wheres off & he rmbrs reader using their technique on him & kinda gets upset but ends happy cuz he didnt lose them. RLY SRY IF THIS WAS A LONG REQUEST i was ranting to my friend abt it when i woke up & decided u'd be perfect to ask to write😭🫶

I LOVE LONG REQUESTS, I REALLY DO, SO THANK YOU 🤍 I chpse the happy ending, i don't know why, I felt like Geto deserved this :') anyway, I hope you like it 🥺🤍

Hope everyone's doing fine, enjoy reading!🤍✨

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‘You’re not coming?’, Gojo fake-pouted as he stopped in front of you, preventing you from entering your room, ‘Are you sick? Lovesick maybe?’.

‘Get out of my way, Satoru’, you tried pushing him to the side, but he didn’t move a single muscle. ‘Geto isn’t coming, that’s why you’re not going, right?’.

God, you wanted to punch that smirk right off his face.

‘I’m not going because I’m tired’. ‘Tired? You always come to karaoke night’. ‘Just get out of my way, Satoru. Please, I can’t take this today’. ‘Huh?’, he bowed down so his nose brushed against yours, his thumb pressed against his bottom lip, ‘What’s wrong? Normally, you would’ve slapped me by now’.

Ah, personal space. A term Gojo Satoru never heard of.

‘Get out of my face’, you softly smacked his cheek while pushing him away, ‘I’m fine. I just need some rest’. ‘Hey, if it’s about Geto-‘.

You swiftly grabbed his hand while channeling your cursed energy to your fingertips.

‘Nope, not this time’, he quickly pulled away, ‘You tried that trick on me one too many times. I’m not interested in flashing memories of all the embarrassing moments in my life, so I’ll just leave you’.

‘Idiot’, you watched as he walked away, his hands neatly tucked inside his pockets. ‘If you weren’t such an annoying brat, I wouldn’t have to use my cursed technique on you’.

---

‘Can’t sleep’, you sighed as you pressed the palms of your hands to your tired eyes. A useless effort to rub the burning sensation away.

You were tired, exhausted even. Your head was a mess. Over the past few weeks, you’d started to fall for Geto. There was something inside you that clicked when you got to know him. His smile, the way he always made sure you were doing okay, that you were safe… Did you love him? Were you even allowed to love him? As a sorcerer, your life was probably going to be short. ‘If I’m going to die, I don’t want to have any regrets’, you sat up straight, legs swinging over the edge of your bed, ‘I can’t fall in love. I won’t die a peaceful death if I have the feeling I’m leaving someone behind…’.

---

‘Peaceful’, you closed your eyes as you felt the night's cold air. ‘And beautiful’, a sad smile on your face as you watched the moon.

It was brighter than usual, with a more yellow tone in it as well. A perfect setting to drown in your thoughts.

‘Will I miss this? The moon? The smell of a summer night?’, a sad feeling rushed over you. ‘I’m going to die, right? The old man’s sending me on this mission to die’.

‘There’s my monkey’, a soft voice came from behind you. ‘Hm’, you sighed as you pressed your legs closer to your chest. ‘Why are you sitting on these stairs?’, Geto sat down beside you, a smile on his face. ‘Can’t sleep’, you turned your face away from him. He couldn’t see you like this, not now. ‘Here’, a kind touch on your shoulder as he held out the hot beverage for you to take.

‘W-what’s this?’.

‘Tea. Chamomile to be exact. I read somewhere that it’s good for when you can’t sleep’.

‘You knew I was sitting here?’. ‘Of course’, he smiled at the sky, ‘I heard you pacing around in your room, so I wanted to bring it to you there… but when I noticed you weren’t, I knew you’d be sitting here’.

Of course, he knew you were sitting here. Geto knows you like the back of his hand.

‘Why are you always so nice to me?’, you carefully grabbed the cup with both of your hands. ‘Why?’, still a smile on his face as he studied your face.

You looked beautiful to him. You always did, but this was one of the few times you let your guard down, and the vulnerable look in your eyes suited you.

‘Well’, he continued when he noticed you weren’t going to answer, ‘I like the way you care about people, even when they hurt you. I like the way you press your lips together when you’re thinking about improving your cursed technique. I like the way you know how I feel without me saying it, I like the way you care for me even when I’m being an asshole… Or the way you can get under Satoru’s skin’.

He chuckled before continuing, his eyes now shifting to your hands that were neatly wrapped around the cup.

‘But most of all, I like the way you look at me. As if I’m a pleasant person to be around’.

‘Do you like me?’, you clenched your jaw. Somehow, the cold breeze blew every grain of hesitation out of your mind.

You slowly looked at the man who was sitting next to you. Smiling? Why was he smiling?

‘You know how I feel about you. I’m sure your cursed technique –‘, ‘You know I don’t use it for stuff like that’.

But it was tempting though. If you wanted, you could decipher every feeling a person had ever felt for you. Hate, disgust, happiness, anger, love, …

‘Here’, he held out his hand, his eyes focused on yours, ‘Just once wouldn’t hurt’. ‘N-no’, you turned your head to the side, ‘I won’t use it like that’.

‘Hm?’, you widened your eyes as you could feel his hand gently holding yours. ‘I can't tell you how I feel about you, it feels like there aren’t any words to describe it’.

You frowned at his gesture, but if he told you he didn’t mind… Maybe just this one time…

‘Are you sure?’. ‘Positive’, a swift pat on your hand. ‘Fine’, you could feel your cheeks redden at his touch, ‘Sit still’.

It took a moment for you to break through his energy, for him to allow yours to dance with his. Because that’s what it was. A dance. Sometimes you stepped on a toe, opening up memories people didn’t want you to see, but this wasn’t anything like this. This was a symphony. You could see the sun rise in the morning, its warm light shining on beautiful, white flowers. You could hear the calm sound of a small river from behind you, the sweet scent of a warm apple pie… Was this what he felt for you? Were you his safe heaven? His peace?

‘Wh-why are you crying?’, his eyes widened, his thumb quickly wiping the tears from under your eyes.

‘C-can I kiss you?’, you avoided looking into his eyes.

This was going to hurt, but you had to do this. What if you died? It would break his heart, it would be the end of the Geto everyone knew. He would never feel happiness again. The sun would turn into the moon, the green and colorful flowers would be dead and dry… The river would be dried up… He would never feel anything like this again. But if you did this, if you just managed to go through with this… Someone else will become his peace, someone who’ll stay.

He didn’t respond, but the way his hand cupped your cheek while his forehead rested against yours gave you the approval you needed.

It was a delicate and painful kiss. For a moment, just the tiniest second, you doubted about whether you were going to go through with it. Because you felt the same. He was your ocean. So calm and serene.

‘I love you’, a soft whisper before you embedded his thoughts with your cursed energy. Every memory, every look, every smile… Gone. He’d remember your name and that you were a sorcerer, but that’s it.

---

‘What?’, Geto sighed while he opened his door, only to see his friend out of breath. ‘I-it’s Y/N, t-they’re in the infirmary’. ‘Okay?’, Geto frowned, ‘What’s it to me?’. ‘Huh?’, Gojo tilted his head, ‘Y/N… They’re heavily inju-‘. ‘So? Didn’t know them’. ‘B-but you always-‘. ‘Satoru’, Geto annoyedly rolled his eyes, ‘How many times should I tell you, I barely knew them?’. ‘B-but-‘, ‘I’m not coming to the infirmary with you’. ‘But you two were always together?’. ‘You’re crazy’, Geto sighed as he closed his door, leaving Gojo behind with a confused expression.

---

‘Go see them’, Gojo leaned next to the vending machines.

‘No’.

‘You cared for them’.

‘I don’t know them, Satoru’.

‘So you’re telling me- ’.

‘Shut up Satoru’, Geto smirked, ‘You’re annoying me’. ‘Fine’, Gojo raised both of his hands in the air, ‘Anyway… Shoko wants to see you’.

Geto watched as his friend walked away, two hands in his pockets.

‘Tch, if this is a trick, I’ll kill you’. ‘Yeah yeah, we both know I’m stronger’’, Gojo smirked as he looked over his shoulder.

---

‘Shoko?’, Geto lazily opened the door, his eyes gliding over the room, ‘That white-haired idiot told me-‘.

What’s that sound? Birds? A river?

‘Geto?’, Shoko frowned as she waved in front of his face, ‘Helloooo’. ‘O-oh’, Geto forced himself to look away from you. ‘Where were you? Why didn’t you come sooner?’. ‘S-sooner?’, his eyes unwillingly glided back towards your body. ‘Weren’t you two a thing?’. ‘A thing?’.

Why? Why does everyone think that he cared about you when he never even talked to you?

‘It’s fine, everyone knew. They’re sleeping so try to stay quiet’, she sighed while scribbling something on a piece of paper, ‘Anyway, I’ll be going. Gojo called and said he was feeling sick. That idiot probably ate too much mochi again’.

‘Or he wanted to make sure I had some time alone with them’, Geto stared at the ceiling.

One step at a time, Geto slowly moved closer to you. For some reason, his heart started beating faster, images of beautiful scenery flashing before his eyes.

‘S-shoko?’, you tiredly, opened one eye when you heard someone.

‘W-what?’, Geto tried to keep his balance when he heard your raspy voice. The symphony in his head amplified while the scenery slowly was replaced by memories. Memories of you smiling, softly holding his hand, holding him at times when felt nothing else but despair. He didn’t just know you, he loved you, and you loved him too.

‘How could you? How could you do this to me?’.

His voice sounded fragile, hurt even.

You pressed your lips together, slowly turning your head away from him. You weren’t going to deal with this.

‘I trusted you. I let you inside my head to see what I feel for you, and you-‘.

Tears? Was he seriously crying?

‘Why? Why did you do it? Don’t you feel the same?’.

I do.

‘Tired’, your eyes were fixated on the wall next to you, ‘Want to sleep’.

‘Tch’, Geto clenched his jaw at your cold behavior, ‘What if you died? You would’ve just buried all our memories with you’.

‘I would’ve died peacefully, and you would’ve moved on with your life-‘. ‘My life?’, he interrupted you, ‘You’re right, my life. You don’t get to decide what I remember and what I don’t’.

It was almost suffocating, the tension in the room.

‘I just wanted you to be happy’, a lump in your throat.

He couldn’t be happy, not without you. Ever since you erased his memories, he felt empty.

‘How could I be happy without my little monkey?’, a warm whisper as he carefully laid down next to you.

He didn’t care that the bed was too small. He didn’t need much room anyway.

‘You’re my happiness, you know that because you saw, right? You saw what you are to me’.

He carefully pulled your broken body closer to his, ignoring your sweet whimpering sounds.

‘You’re my peace’, he nestles his head in the space between your shoulder and neck, ‘My little monkey’.

‘I-I’m sorry, I just didn’t want you to be sad if I died’, you whimpered as you wiped the tears from your cheeks.

‘I’m just happy you’re alive-‘

‘See?’, Satoru’s voice rang through the room, ‘Told you they used their cursed technique, now hand it over’. ‘Fine’, Shoko responded while you heard her grabbing some money.

‘If you don’t leave now, then you’re the next person to lay in this bed-‘, ‘Don’t worry’, he interrupted your threat, I'll leave you lovebirds alone’.

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fanboo · 1 year

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MEETING QUACKITY

okay so back when you where younger you used to watch quackitys streams.(when he had like 100 veiws each stream or 50) Though what you didnt know was the he watched you too. (your a streamer)(DOMINICAN ONE) (though its not that important😭) BUT ANYWAYS you guys didnt know yall watched each other (u also get a few veiws) A few years later when you guys have gained popularity you where invited to BANTER ( a podcast of karl sap and george( if u didnt know) but you both are friends with the banter people so thats why yall got invited the same time. during the podcast or after, u decide, you guys bring up the fact that yall watched eachother

HOW WOULD THE CONVERSATION GO AND WHAT WOULD HAPPEN TO YOH GUYS?!

ps sorry if my grammer was bad😭 im not fluet in inglish since its not my first language

(I fucking LOVE this idea, also HELL YEAH FIRST REQUEST!!!!! Breaking my hiatus for you, anon. I hope you like it!!!!!!!)

(I do apologize for any Dominican butchering I do, admittedly I’m a white trans boi so as someone who’s constantly misrepresented I’m just going to mention you’re Dominican but won’t use it for the story until I feel I can comfortably write it without accidentally being offensive! I hope that’s okay.)

You’d been streaming for years, and it had been quite a journey so far. Starting at the bottom and building your fame. You couldn’t help but feel immense pride when you looked at your average view count. Especially when you found out it was close to Quackity, a streamer you’d been watching since he was just starting. (Another thing that caused you pride.)

Of course, fans had its ups and downs. Constant hate was one such down. That being said, an upside you’d recently discovered was being invited to BANTER, a podcast held by GeorgeNotFound, Sapnap, and KarlJacobs. Obviously you’d accepted, the chance to spread your reach was clearly one you’d take.

Upon arrival, you found they also hosted Quackity. “Oh hey, you’re Y/NFlix, right? I’m Quackity,” he greeted. You smiled. “You know if me?” He smiled back proudly. “Been watching since day one.” Before you could continue the conversation, Karl popped in to let you know the episode was starting. “This conversation isn’t over,” you said to Quackity before following him onto the set.

After the episode was filmed, you and Quackity met back up and continued talking. He was telling you about QSMP, and you were trying to figure out how to ask how he knew you. You decided to just go for it. “Hey, how’s you know of me?” You asked, interrupting him. Quackity grinned. “What do you mean? I’ve been watching you since day one. Of course I know you.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Quackity. Watched you. What. “Actually?” You asked, to which he nodded. “I always gift subs and everything. Literally look up to you,” He said. This made you grin. “You’re actually my idol. I’ve been watching you since day one. This is crazy.”

The streamer laughed and slung an arm around your shoulder. “Hey, we gotta stick together! Take over those Brit and American streamers!” You laughed with him and nodded. “That we do.”

You smiled at your idol. You couldn’t believe you were his idol. This was surreal. But you didn’t want to lose a second talking and joking, so you nodded again. “That. We. Do.”

(This took ages. I am so sorry. And it’s really bad because I’m writing it right after a mini panic attack. Um. Enjoy though. I don’t know. I’m… running out of inspiration and energy. Good luck out there guys, send more prompts, see you next time.)

#mcyt fanfiction #mcyt #reader insert #dream smp #mcytumblr #quackity x y/n #quackity #qsmp #banter

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pandapetals · 2 years

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saturday morning detention - part one

1985 - Eddie Munson Fic

find all the parts here

eddie munson x fem!oc - no smut, fluff, original character name, cussing, mentions of anxiety, asshole principal.

a/n: hi! this is my first eddie fic. this is part one of a mini-series i have planned if yall like this one. i tried my best to capture eddie as i think he would be. anyway, this takes place before the events of season 4. so dustin, mike, max aren’t in high school yet. this was inspired by the breakfast club. this is my first time back writing in a while so sorry if it sucks. okay enjoy!

word count: 5.6k

Saturday Morning - 6:57 am

No one wanted to be at school on a Saturday, especially at 7 am but Blaire was. The humid morning dew burned her throat as she walked toward the worn brown double doors. She could hear the distant stern voice of Hawkins High Principal talking to someone. Blaire hoped whoever it was would walk away alive.

As she approached, Principal Higgins’s voice became clearer. She spotted the janitor, holding a trash can, as the two older men bickered at one another. She wasn’t sure if she should interrupt and face Higgins yelling at her or just head straight to the library. Blaire quickly decided to head to the library after Higgins slapped the clipboard he was holding against the tiled wall. He was pissed at whatever the janitor had done.

Blaire had just walked through the double doors and was in the middle of passing them when Higgins noticed her. “Where are you going?” He yelled causing Blaire to stop. She panicked, unsure what to do. “Hello? Can you hear? What are you doing?” Higgins asked again.

“I’m here for detention.” She mumbled which only made Higgins huff in anger.

“You have to check in.” He said looking down at the clipboard, “Name?”

“Blaire Reynolds.”

“Aww yes, there you are,” Higgins said in distaste. He wrote something down on his clipboard before saying, “Okay head to the library. No funny busy or you’ll be here again next Saturday, got it?” He glared at her and she nodded before rushing off to the library down the hall.

She sighed, wiping the sweat from her forehead as she pushed open the door to the library. Inside she could hear voices, this time she knew they were students. One she recognized as Jason. She disliked him but everyone knew who he was. The generic popular kid who was the captain of the basketball team. He was being loud talking to whoever else had landed themselves in detention.

She hurried inside seeing Jason and his girlfriend sitting at the front right table. The table next to them sat some boy she had seen before but she didn’t remember his name. She knew he was unpopular and always sat with the nerds at lunch. Thankfully, no one else had arrived yet meaning she could sit in the back. She threw her bag down on the back left table as she sat down.

None of them seemed to notice Blaire’s presence. Good. She hated attention and she hated that she was here but she planned to sleep through the next few hours. She placed her head on the cool table using her backpack to hide her face. She relaxed, hoping she would wake up and detention would be over.

However, her plan wasn’t going to work.

Principal Higgins could be heard yelling down the hall while loud footsteps rushed toward the library. Blaire looked up just in time to see Eddie Munson running toward the library door laughing, Higgins chasing after him. “Damn it, boy!” Higgins screamed as Eddie sat down at the table in front of Blaire.

“What? You know who I am so there’s no need to check in.” Eddie laughed through a heavy breath. Higgins glared at him, “Listen here and listen good. If you act up again at all today, you’ll be spending the rest of the school year in detention.” Blaire could hear Jason laugh under his breath as Eddie smiled at Higgins.

“You hear me boy?” Eddie nodded, “Good because I don’t want any trouble.” He clapped his hands together, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Now that everyone is here we can begin. You all got yourselves here by being little shits. I don’t want a sound out of any of you.” He threatened, looking directly at Eddie as he said it. Eddie leaned back in his chair with a smirk.

“For the next several hours, you will each write an essay.” Higgins threw his hands up when Jason and Eddie groaned, “I don’t want to hear it. I expect a 10-page essay by the end of detention. I’m going to be in this office up here.” He said pointing, “So I can hear everything. Got it?”

Everyone except Eddie and Blaire nodded, the nerdy boy raised his hand causing Higgins to roll his eyes. “Yes?” He snapped.

“What’s the essay supposed to be about?” He asked as he grabbed some paper and a pen from his backpack.

“You’re smart, correct?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well then be creative. Give me an essay on something useful then.” Higgins replied.

“Sir, but I need a prompt-.”

Higgins cursed under his breath, “10 pages. No noise.” He said before walking off to the office. The boy groaned, staring down at his paper. Blaire sighed, laying her head down again. This was hell. How was she going to pass time when she couldn’t sleep or write this paper?

She could hear Eddie whispering to the boy asking for paper which made her laugh. There was no way Eddie intended to write an essay, he had to be up to something. Jason hushed Eddie and Blaire looked up to see Eddie giving Jason the bird. She looked down again just as Eddie leaned his chair back, his long wavy hair brushing her backpack.

“Got any paper?” She heard in a whisper causing her to jump. “Shit, sorry.” Eddie quickly said.

“No.” She replied looking up to see Eddie was inches away from her face. His brown eyes stared at her in amusement. “I didn’t bring anything.”

He laughed, “But you have a backpack.”

“There’s nothing in it. It’s just for show.” She said lifting it to show him there was nothing inside. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“Oh. Damn, I needed some paper. Well, a pen too.” Eddie said, seeming disappointed.

“Sorry.” She paused, “I didn’t expect you to want to write this dumb essay. You could ask Jason for some paper.” Blaire instantly regretted it. Everyone knew that Jason hated Eddie because Jason hated anything different from him. She was sure he hated her even if he didn’t know who she was.

Eddie shook his head, “Hell no. I wanted it to draw,” He paused, “Plus I would never ask that asshole.”

“What about the girl next to him?”

“Chrissy?” He said, his voice seeming to fill with hope but then he shook his head. “No, Jason would kill me if I even looked at her.” Blaire sighed wishing she could help Eddie. He was nicer than most people thought. She had seen him in the hall or the cafeteria hanging out with the “freaks”. However, Eddie wasn’t a freak, he was just misunderstood. She had realized that in English class after watching him from afar. Blaire could relate because people thought she was a freak too. The main difference between her and Eddie was she didn’t have friends. No one knew who she was, she was able to fade into the background. It was kind of blowing her mind that Eddie was even talking to her right now.

“Don’t worry about it,” Eddie said, waving his hand. Blaire blinked, “Huh?” She asked a little too loud. She quickly looked around hoping Higgins wouldn’t pop out of his office to tell her to shut up.

“I said no worries. You looked really sad for a second.” Eddie said with a laugh.

“Oh. I was lost in thought.”

Eddie snorted, “I thought you were sad I couldn’t find some paper.” He gave his best sad face, his brown eyes dilating as Blaire stared at him. When she didn't say anything, Eddie smiled. “I like you. You’re different than I thought you would be.”

Now Blaire was confused, “Different how? I assume most people think I’m some loner weirdo or they don’t even know I exist.”

Eddie shook his head, “You exist. We have English together. I’ve seen you plenty of times.”

“That doesn't answer my question. How am I different from what you thought?”

“You’re nice.” Eddie paused when Blaire glared at him. “Not that I thought you were mean. I just…I mean.”

“It’s fine.”

“No, I mean. Ugh. I thought you were a Firbolg.”

Blaire snorted back a laugh. “Excuse me?”

“I know it’s silly. I kind of see you as that. Not like a real Firbolg but-”

“Eddie.” Blaire said, stopping him, “I don’t even know what a Fi-...Firbolg is. Is that some weird creature that exists in like Antarctica?”

“No, it’s a reclusive race of giant-kin in D&D. They prefer to avoid contact with others but they are the most intelligent and powerful of the giant-kin.” Eddie rambled causing Blaire to stare at him in amazement and confusion. Eddie thought she was smart? He had been paying attention to her more than she thought. “Since you seem reserved I kept thinking maybe that would be a good character for you but you can totally pick your own-.”

“I’ve never played D&D before.”

Eddie nodded, “Yeah I know but it’s not that hard. Once you meet everyone in the club-.”

“Eddie, what are you talking about? I’m not joining your club.”

Eddie’s smile faded, “Why not? I personally invite you to join so none of the guys can argue about that. We need more members and so far everyone I’ve asked said no.”

“I don’t want to be in a club, especially a D&D one.” Eddie slumped down in his chair, “I’m sorry but I don’t do clubs. In case you forgot, I’m a basket case. I can barely function without wanting to hide, joining a club would be the worst idea ever.”

“I get it,” Eddie said, turning away from Blaire. She felt her heart sink as Eddie moved back to his table ignoring her. She had ruined everything as always. Nothing she did was good enough. She would have loved to be normal, join clubs, and have friends but she couldn’t. She worried about everything. What if she said the wrong thing? What if she mentally fucked up and no one ever wanted to talk to her again? She sighed burying her head into her backpack. Maybe she would suffocate and all this would end?

♪♫♬

Blaire had dozed off finally getting the sleep she wanted but was jerked awake by a loud thud. She quickly looked up to see Principal Higgins standing up front of the tables with a glare. She wasn’t sure what had happened or how long she was out but Higgins looked more pissed than earlier this morning.

“Lunch time. I expect silence while you eat.” He snapped.

“What if we didn't bring lunch?” Eddie quizzed.

Higgins shrugged, “What am I? You’re mom? That’s not my problem.”

“You know we can report you for starving us,” Eddie remarked, causing a vein in Higgins’s forehead to pulse.

“I would like to see you try. I doubt they would believe a troubled asshole like you.”

Eddie was about to pop off with another sarcastic line when the smart kid said, “Sir, isn’t it against the law not to feed us.”

Higgins cursed, “Fine. Who didn’t bring lunch?” He asked annoyed.

Eddie and Blaire threw up their hands, Blaire’s stomach rumbling. “You can go down to the snack machine,” Higgins said, handing Eddie, who had already stood up, a crumpled-up bill.

“What’s this supposed to buy?” Eddie said, looking down at the bill.

“Less talking, more moving Munson.” Higgins snapped pointing toward Blaire, “Hurry up. You two better be back in five minutes. No funny business or you both won’t graduate this year.”

Eddie rolled his eyes as Blaire followed behind him. She wasn’t sure if she should even try to apologize for earlier. Eddie didn’t seem mad about it but Blaire knew she had upset him. “Hey.” She said instantly feeling stupid. Why did she say hey? Did she not know how to act like a normal person?

Eddie turned back to her with a smile. “You know what we should do?” Blaire shook her head. There was no way she was going to do whatever he suggested. “C’mon. You can’t say no when you don’t even know what I’m going to say.”

“Whatever it is, I know it’s going to cause us to get more detention.”

“Or not to graduate,” Eddie said, mocking Higgins’s stern voice. “I suggest we skip. I doubt Higgins would notice.”

Blaire laughed, “He would notice if you were gone. He hates your guts. Besides, all the doors are locked except the front ones we came in.”

Eddie stopped dead in his tracks, “How would you know that?”

Blaire looked away, “Lucky guess.”

Eddie shook his head, pointing at her. “You’ve been to detention before, haven’t you?”

“Don’t look so shocked. You’ve been to detention hundreds of times. It’s not that big of a deal. Hell, even Jason is here. I think everyone has gotten detention at least once.”

“Yeah but Jason and Chrissy are here because they got caught trying to hook up in one of the bathrooms. I heard a rumor that John cussed at his math teacher for giving him a D on the test so that’s why he's here.” Eddie trailed off, “But I don’t know why you’re here.”

“I wouldn’t always believe rumors.” Blaire added before asking, “What about you?”

Eddie smirked, he flipped his hair out of his face focusing on her. Blaire wanted to look away, she always did when someone looked at her but she couldn’t. She liked the way Eddie gazed at her, his brown eyes filled with an amusement she admired. “Tell me.” Eddie pleaded, taking a step closer to her.

“Why does it matter?” Blaire took a step closer, smelling a musky amber with hints of lavender and pine. “I got detention, I’m here serving it and that’s that.”

“Did you cuss out a teacher? Maybe skip class?” Eddie replied, ignoring her previous sentence. Most people wouldn’t question Blaire but Eddie was. She knew she was going to fail and confess but she could have fun doing it. Her silence only made Eddie more curious. “What? Can’t tell me because you would have to kill me?”

Blaire nodded, “Something like that.” She paused, lingering closer to Eddie. “What if I tell you but you have to tell me why you got detention? Seems fair?”

Eddie shook his head, “Nope. I won’t tell you unless you join the Hellfire Club.”

Blaire backed up, “How is that fair? I have to join your club to know but you expect me to tell you?”

“Life isn’t fair, M’Lady.” Eddie replied grinning, “You could always bargain for something you have that I would want if you really don’t want to tell me why you landed yourself in Saturday detention.” He gestured toward Blaire as if to say, your move.

Blaire rolled her eyes, there was nothing she had that Eddie would want. She felt he had had this little game in mind since she rejected him earlier. Did she care enough to know why he had gotten detention? Blaire sighed to herself, she did. She had started to like Eddie. He was sweet and funny. She didn’t remember the last time she had this much fun.

“Well?” Eddie asked, “What’s your move?”

“I think we should take turns guessing. There’s no way I’m joining your club just to find out why you got detention.”

“That’s so boring.” Eddie whined, “Where’s the risk? The adventure?”

Blaire shrugged, “Your loss. Now hurry up. I’m starving.”

♪♫♬

Higgins had chewed them out for being gone for more than five minutes but didn’t end up giving them detention for it. Eddie sat next to Blaire as they each ate a small bag of chips from the vending machine in silence. Higgins had caught on that no one was doing his required essay so he passed out workout sheets instead.

Blaire was looking over one of them when Eddie said, “Okay, fine. I think you got detention for pushing a student.”

Blaire looked over at him with knitted eyebrows, “Oh, so my guessing game isn’t a bad idea then?” She said sarcastically, shoving Eddie’s shoulder lightly.

“I’m bored but if you want to do these dreadful worksheets, be my guest.”

“God no, and why would I push a student?”

Eddie shrugged, “They called you a name? I don’t know, I didn't say my guess was going to be good.” Blaire laughed, as Eddie said, “Do we take turns guessing or should I do a rapid round of my guesses?”

“We take turns.” Blaire replied, “It’s fair and I don’t have that many guesses.” She teased trying to think of something she thought Eddie would do to make him get detention. “Oh, you started a food fight.”

“No, but that sounds cool. Definitely going on my list of things to do. Let’s see, I think you…you destroyed school property like the bathroom or a classroom?”

Blaire huffed, “Do I seem like the violent type?” Eddie winced as Blaire said, “I didn’t commit a crime to get here.”

“Sorry. I don’t know why I kept saying violent stuff.” Eddie replied, causing both of them to laugh it off. Blaire usually would have panicked at this moment, she was laughing and Jason had turned around to shh them but Blaire felt at ease for once. She and Eddie both flipped off Jason before laughing again. If Higgins heard them he didn’t bother coming out of the office to tell them to shut up.

Blaire and Eddie spent the rest of the hour playing the guessing game. Each one getting weirder and weirder as they ran out of ideas. Eddie had guessed Blaire had started a secret society under the bleachers that ran successfully for months until one of the members snitched to Principal Higgins which caused Blaire to get detention.

“That makes no sense!” Blaire protested, “First I would never be a leader, and second, how are all my members and I having a meeting under the bleachers when half the school is down there making out?”

Eddie shrugged, “I don’t know, I don’t make up the rules of your secret society.”

They both paused, Blaire, catching a small glance at him. She admired his soft features, his wavy long hair, and his full lips, something she never noticed before until now. He was handsome. She looked away in embarrassment hiding her red cheeks behind her hair. “Anyway, I don’t think I could run a club.” She said awkwardly.

Eddie sighed leaning back in his chair, “It’s not that hard. Hellfire is my pride and joy, well one of them. I do love my guitar too.” Blaire looked over at him with a shy smile. His face was bright as he talked about his guitar and how Hellfire was everything to him.

“What about school?” She asked after Eddie had explained he also enjoyed playing in his band and how cool they were.

“What about it?” Eddie replied.

“Doesn’t school mean something to you?”

“Not really. It’s school. Everyone has to do it.”

Blaire sat up a little, “Yeah but school is important. You go through this hellhole, graduate, and you're free.”

Eddie shook his head, “No, no, no. You aren’t free after this. The real world comes to bite you in the ass. Being an adult sucks. School is the hell before all that. None of this shit matters when we become adults.” He vented and Blaire noticed he had a passion for what he said.

“Oh. I mean I don’t care about this shit either but you gotta at least try, I guess.”

“You’re different from me. I suck at every subject and fail every class. I saw you in English, you know what you're doing. I bet you are good at other subjects too.”

Blaire stared at him in disbelief. He had noticed her in English sitting by herself with her head buried in a book. She never raised her hand but if the teacher called on her, she knew every answer perfectly. Blaire was smart and Eddie knew it. She may have been a basket case but she would handle the real world just fine. He was sure of it.

“I noticed you.” Eddie whispered leaning closer to her, “I just never said anything until now. You aren’t as invisible as you think.”

Blaire swore her heart stopped for a second. Shit, fuck, damn. Did she have a crush on Eddie? No. No. She was crazy and all this was fake. She had imagined the whole thing but there Eddie was just inches away from her. Blaire composed herself trying to be cool. “Good to know.” She replied thinking she sounded cool but it confused Eddie.

“I’m just saying, people notice you.”

“Then why don’t they say anything?”

“I am.” Was it possible to be left breathless? Blaire was sure Eddie could see her red cheeks and sweat on her forehead but when she looked over at him he was staring back at her, that amusement glistening in his eyes. Maybe he thought it was funny to mess with her?

Thankfully, the subject came to an end when Principal Higgins clapped his hands together at the front of the tables. “Bathroom breaks? I’ll send one at a time.” He said pointing at Jason first. Jason shook his head so Higgins went to Chrissy next. She hesitantly stood up, “Can someone go with me?” She asked, causing Higgins to groan.

“You kids are testing my nerves today.”

“Please.” Chrissy begged, “I don’t want to go alone since no one else is in the building.”

“Fine.” Higgins said before pointing at Blaire, “You. Go with Chrissy.”

Blaire shook her head, “I don’t have to go to the bathroom.”

“I don’t care. Go with Chrissy.” Higgins demanded. Blaire rolled her eyes as she stood up looking down at Eddie.

“Don’t miss me while you're gone,” Eddie whispered.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Blaire replied before making her way to the library door where Chrissy stood. The two girls made their way down the hallway in silence, Blaire was not sure if she should talk to Chrissy or not. She had never talked to her before but she knew she was nice, unlike the typical popular cheerleader stereotype. Chrissy was the pretty girl next door who everyone loved or wanted to be except Blaire. While she admired Chrissy, she never wanted to be her.

Chrissy’s shiny ponytail bounced back and forth as she walked with the scent of vanilla filling the air. “I see you’re talking to Eddie.” She said when they were halfway to the bathroom. This made Blaire jump since she had been focusing on the noise of their footsteps.

“Umm. Yeah. It kinda just happened.” Blaire nervously replied. Was Chrissy mad that she was talking to Eddie? She looked at the girl next to her but Chrissy was looking straight ahead with pursed lips. She didn’t say anything for a while so Blaire looked away in confusion.

“Are you trying to warn me about him?” Blaire finally said as they came to the girl's bathroom door. “Is that why you wanted someone to come to the bathroom with you, to warn me?”

Chrissy shook her head, “I thought maybe Higgins would let Jason come with me.” She paused looking down at her nails, “And no, I’m not warning you about Eddie..”

“Then why bring him up?” Blaire snapped. The unexpected anger she felt was weird. Chrissy took a step back before heading into the bathroom. Blaire closed her eyes in relief and sank to the ground. Chrissy was being weird about this and it only confused Blaire. She let herself sit on the floor for a minute then stood up as Chrissy came out.

“Look, I’m sorry.” Blaire immediately said.

Chrissy shrugged it off, “No worries. I should have explained myself. I went to middle school with Eddie. He's cool.”

Blaire looked at her in disbelief but she could see Chrissy was being genuine. “I can’t believe Chrissy Cunningham just called Eddie Munson cool.”

Chrissy laughed, “I’m not some mean girl, you know. I know people probably think so especially with me being with Jason but I didn’t ask to be popular.”

“But you are popular.”

“Yeah but it’s not like I wanted that. I love to cheer and I guess doing it made me popular?”

Blaire laughed, “I think you being pretty helped too.”

“I guess,” Chrissy said with sadness in her voice. Blaire usually would have left the situation alone but she continued.

“Everyone I hear says you are pretty. I hear like five girls a day wishing they were you.” Blaire said, trying to cheer Chrissy up.

Chrissy weakly smiled, “Even if that’s true which I hope not, I don’t want people to admire me. I just want to fade into the background sometimes. My life isn’t perfect just because I’m popular”

Blaire was shocked to hear Chrissy wishing she could be like her. She should have thought that maybe the popular kids didn’t want to be popular but she didn’t sit around thinking about the social class of Hawkins high school. “I guess I never thought about it.” Blaire finally said.

“It’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. I used to have different friends but once I joined cheer I lost those friends. I got labeled as cool and popular. If I was seen with someone outside that group I got-I got teased about it.”

Blaire nodded as Chrissy continued, “It was easier to just stop talking to them so I didn’t get shit for it but I miss some of my old friends. The popular kids are boring sometimes.” Blaire laughed which caused Chrissy to laugh too. She couldn’t believe this was happening. As they returned to the library, Chrissy asked Blaire questions such as what was her favorite class or what did Blaire love to do on the weekends. It made Blaire feel like she mattered but she knew once they walked back through the library doors, Chrissy would go back to ignoring her.

It was the unspoken rule everyone followed.

As Blaire sat back down next to Eddie, she felt a sadness wash over her. Was Eddie going to go back to acting like she didn’t exist after detention was over? She could handle Chrissy doing that but Eddie, no. She had enjoyed today more than she thought she would and going back to having no one, especially Eddie would leave Blaire feeling lonely. She hated the idea of putting herself out there, it scared her but she didn’t want to lose this warm feeling she felt.

She and Eddie sat in silence the rest of detention, especially since Eddie had found a pencil and was doodling all over the worksheets Higgins had handed out. She laid her head on her arms watching him draw monsters and elves she assumed were from Dungeons and Dragons. Blaire noticed all the rings Eddie wore and how calloused his fingers were from playing guitar. Everything she knew about Eddie before today faded away as she saw a new side of him. She didn’t want to admit it to herself, but she liked him.

Detention was finally over before Blaire knew it, Principal Higgins collected the worksheets and wasn’t surprised only John had done it. He dismissed them at the front threatening them not to cause trouble or he would see them again next Saturday. No one listened, John headed to a car that was waiting for him as Chrissy and Jason headed to a truck that was parked. All that was left was Blaire and Eddie. No one was waiting for either of them.

Blaire sighed, turning to Eddie, “I guess this is it.” She tried to hide her sadness.

“Why does it have to end? I don’t see your parents here.” Eddie replied, gesturing around the now empty parking lot.

“My parents don’t care enough to come to get me. I walked here this morning.” Blaire confessed, “I better get walking if I want to make it home before sundown.”

Eddie frowned, “Your parents are deadbeats too?”

Blaire shrugged, “Yeah I guess so. They do the bare minimum to take care of me but they aren’t there for me.” She never talked about her parents yet she felt she could trust Eddie with her life. “What about yours?”

“Oh yeah, they suck. I live with my uncle. He does the best he can.” Eddie said, looking down at his worn boots as he talked. “I do my best to stay out of his way since it’s not his job to take care of me.”

Blaire stood there knowing how it felt but couldn't find any words to comfort Eddie. They stood there for a while before Eddie looked at her with a smile. “Can I confess something?” His voice was playful and Blaire nodded with a laugh. “I came to detention because I was bored,” Eddie confessed, clapping his hands together.

Blaire’s eyes widened in surprise, “Really?” She said through a laugh.

Eddie nodded, “Yeah. It’s so dumb but I was at home, bored, and thought why not cause some trouble.” The two laughed together and Blaire realized that was why Eddie had come running in so Higgins didn’t have to check his clipboard.

“But detention? There has to be a better way to spend your Saturday.” Blaire finally said after they stopped laughing.

“I would have thought so too but I think I enjoyed today.” Eddie paused looking at her with a warm grin, “I got to talk to you.”

Blaire blushed looking away, “Today wasn’t so bad.” It was a half-truth because today had been the best day of her boring life so far. “I skipped lunch to hide in one of the stalls of the girls' bathroom to read.” She confessed feeling it was only fair she told Eddie why she was in detention since he had told her his reason.

“It’s boring, I know but I hate lunch. I hate sitting by myself surrounded by people who are laughing and talking while I sit there awkwardly. So I skipped lunch and hid in the bathrooms only this time a teacher came in. I didn’t know she was still in there so when I came out she asked why I was in there for so long. I panicked and confessed I skipped lunch so she wrote me a detention slip.” Blaire rambled feeling silly she was telling this to Eddie.

“Hey,” Eddie said, lifting Blaire’s chin with his finger, “It’s okay. Everyone feels lonely sometimes and it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” His brown eyes stared down at her making her feel better. “I think people who can be alone with their thoughts are the coolest people.”

“Really?” She whispered. Eddie nodded, letting his finger drop from her chin. She didn’t want to break this moment between them. “Eddie.” She said wishing her voice wouldn't so sound fragile.

“Yeah?”

“Can I still join your club or did you revoke your invite?” Blaire asked, giving him a small smile. Eddie’s face lit up with glee.

“Are you serious?” He asked, throwing his hands around in excitement. “Really?” He asked again when Blaire stared at him.

“Yes! I rethought my earlier decision and I want to join Hellfire.”

Eddie threw his arms around her knocking her into his chest. Before she could process the hug, Eddie had grabbed her hands twirling her around as he jumped up and down. She didn’t expect him to be this happy. Once he calmed down, Eddie told her the meeting details and the basic rules of D&D. The two could have spent the rest of the evening talking in the school parking lot but Eddie insisted he walk Blaire home. They lived in the same trailer park which Eddie was surprised by. He didn’t know she lived near him and it was comforting knowing she was similar to him in that way.

They talked about their dreams, goals, and the rules of D&D on the way and Blaire felt she was getting to know the real Eddie, not the one Hawkins knew. He was far from a freak but Blaire had already known that.

“Well, this is me,” Blaire said when her trailer home came into the distance. It was one of the first ones people saw when entering the area. The chipped paint and stained windows were nothing to look at. Blaire didn’t love it here, especially after her parents sold their home to move here but now maybe it would be better since Eddie was here.

“Oh that’s why I never knew you lived here, you're at the front. I’m back there.” Eddie said, pointing to a trailer home in the distance.

“Yeah, my parents and I just moved here a few weeks back. I stay inside most of the time.”

“Well, you can come over whenever you want.”

Blaire nodded, “Okay. I would like that.”

“Does that make us friends?”

Blaire smiled, “Do you want to be friends?” She hoped he did.

Eddie smiled back at her then scratched his chin acting as if he was deep in thought. “I think so. You seem pretty cool plus I know where you live so I think that makes us friends by default.”

“You can’t forget I joined your club too.”

“Aww yes! How could I forget?” Eddie replied with a goofy laugh. The sky was setting in the distance as they said their goodbyes. Blaire could hear the crickets as Eddie began to walk away, his long hair blending in with the darkness. She was excited for once to go to sleep and see what tomorrow would bring.

Eddie turned back before Blaire closed her front door, “Welcome to Hellfire!” He yelled, throwing his hands up to his head and sticking his tongue out. Blaire shook her head in amusement as she watched Eddie run to his trailer. For once, Blaire was happy.

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Chapter 33 - thoughts.

Hello everyone!! I'm here... again... after disappearing for like 2 weeks lol.

Allot of things happened, between my birthday, surprise visits, me getting sick, me getting sick again, and con's... yeah, I was quite busy (and good thing I postponed the next update lol am I jinxing myself tho?) but I didn't forget writing them notes!!!

I'm sorry it took a while for me to post them, but they're finally here! They're quite short since there isn't much for me to expand on this chapter :> (which you can find over here.... hehe) but I still hope you find them interesting!

Per usual, this post has spoilers so I recommend reading the chapter first, unless you want to get spoilers with no context lol. Also, this is briefly, (mainly not) proofread so I apologize for any mistakes 😭

Now, without any further ado, here are the notes!

As some chapters in the past, I had some issues figuring out what I wanted for an introduction.

I already knew what points I wanted to cover, but there are moments where I have issues connecting those points, so after a while thinking about it, I finally decided to go with the one thing I had talked about in the past, but never really show, that being: Y/N’s letters to Hinata!

Now, it goes without saying that these letters had to be treated carefully since Y/N is meant to be locked away from the world and all that stuff. So, there wasn’t much to be written in that sense, Y/N wouldn’t go ahead to literally write down all of the things she had gone through while on the estate.

Of course, that soon changed when she began to feel some kind of cathartic release while writing them, as well as a feigned sensation that she was actually speaking to Hinata.

Going back to those letters after I was done writing them was bittersweet. After knowing all that happened all I could think of is “NO, THAT’S NOT TRUE AT ALL!!” 😭😭😭 (on the fabricated ones right) and the way that Y/N was trying so hard to act as if she was living a normal life, like she was contacting her sister as she always did because they couldn’t meet due to her job… ☹ It’s nothing but a lie, a longing for a happy life, in a happy marriage, maybe where Naoya wasn’t her husband but instead anyone else lol.

Ugh, he’s a terrible, poor excuse for a human being. I’m excited for next chapter 😊

Anyways, I added a few details I thought would fit Y/N’s personality, how she would normally “text”, for example, kaomoji’s. It might be a bit… redundant I guess, but it’s the small things that help remind me she’s just 18, super young and already having gone through all this. (Also the first letter made me think that maybe I’m being too serious/dramatic with certain conversations, you know? Like chill, that’s your sister you’re talking/writing to lol)

My favorite letter would have to be the “I hate Naoya” one, inspired by a segment found in the Twilight saga, specifically on New Moon, right after Edward leaves Bella and there’s just chapters that only October, November, that kind of stuff. At one point I was tempted to upload a chapter that only said “I hate Naoya” over and over again and call it a day 😂 (I would’ve posted the rest of the chapter immediately after, but damn … I just might do that later on)

When doing the final editing on the ao3 page, just to check how the chapter was going to look published, I was very surprised to see that segment wasn’t very long… I ended up extending a few “I hate Naoya’s” just because, but I still wasn’t satisfied, considering it was one whole page on my google doc, but I think it still got the point across lol.

From there, the other thing that I wanted to show (and the one that seems to have yall divided 🤭) is Naoaki! And how their dynamic has changed. The staff and Ranta have stated that the two (mostly Naoaki tho) had become a bit bolder with their interactions, and I wanted to show just what they were doing for them to come to that conclusion—cause we’ve seen how they be acting inside closed doors AMIRITE? AAHHAHA

This part was particularly… well, I don’t know if hard is the right word, but I was heavily debating whether to write it in or not because, (I think I stated this before) I don’t want to cross certain lines with the two just yet. This is a Naoya/Reader fic at the end of the day, and reader being with someone else that’s not of the main pairing is…. Well, idk how to say it, a trope that if not handled carefully might sour the story for me lol.

Ahhh, I still want the harem experience though 😂 I can’t seem to understand myself. We’ll see.

My initial notes portrayed Naoaki to be a bit more insistent on the… you know, implications given throughout the whole the grape feeding thing. I supposed it made sense he’d want something more since the two had been going at it for a while, however, I do not think he would’ve been that adamant after her initial rejection.

Sure, he’s been a bit more comfortable with her as days went by and there’s many things that already happened between the two to build a stronger trust, but this specific desire might be a bit too much in this context, so he respected her decision and stopped insisting.

Also, let’s be real, Y/N has too much in her mind to go through with it. She might think of it, cause she’s human at the end of the day and who doesn’t like being doted by a nice, kind and handsome person???, but all that Naoya has done to her is still taking a toll on her.

I haven’t explored much about this topic, but most sexual acts disgust her at this point—it brings her back to the moments she was absolutely miserable with him. So yeah, at least for now, we can rest knowing Naoaki and Y/N are occupied thinking of other things (for now, for now mwahahah)

From there, Mariya’s secret makes its return. It’s here that I realized this is probably the most Mariya has spoken of her relationship with anyone outside her parents (More on that later) thus… it’s only natural that someone would overhear of it eventually.

All things considered, perhaps Hitomi being the one to hear about this wasn’t as bad as literally anyone else, but it’s the emotional value of their connection that worries her!! Hitomi is very… strict when it comes to following the rules, looking up to Mariya as a role model because of such thing—she wishes to have her work ethic, her determination… And Mariya knows that. It’s why she feared telling anyone from her close coworkers to begin with.

Haruko would be somewhat ok with her having a relationship with a fellow employee, after overcoming her surprise of course, since she never, ever, imagined Mariya would break the rules lol. At the end, I imagine both sisters would be very supportive of her, just… not right away.

I find it funny how Hitomi was quick to become suspicious of Mariya as soon as Tatsuro was mentioned. It’s not the first time she’s heard her talk of a man, but rather… her use a tone that would be comparable to excitement. Now THAT’S suspicious.

But she’s unable to confront her since there really isn’t evidence of anything, it’s all in her mind right now. Also, Mariya isn’t known for being a so… yeah, still, very funny indeed. What do you think? Think she’s going to find out who Tatsuro is to Mariya? Or will that remain a secret 👀? (I don’t want Hitomi to know… I fear the reaction she’ll have :’) I actually wanted to develop more that whole scenario in this chapter, but it was getting a bit too long so I decided to postpone it ahaha)

Moving to something happier, Hitomi preparing Y/N a gift because she’s super thankful of her sweets?! Ajkajkgajkjga Her and her sister really couldn’t get any sweeter…. I want them to be happy, just go with Hinata and leave all this shit behind. 😭

Aw man, now I want to write something with all of them together, explore what kind of dynamics they would have and all that. (Well, I do have some pending one-shots… so who knows?)

Honestly these scenes are just excuses for me to live my slice-of-life, fluff fantasy in this nightmare I have written lol.

Now lastly, but not least… the mystery that plagued the last chapter… what the hell was Naoya doing the moment he briefly left Y/N on the record store? We only see him shove something in his pocket, but what is it?

Well, now it’s finally revealed… the thing he was hiding in his pocket was… a receipt! For the things that eventually got delivered to her :> Guess Naoya did pay attention to what Y/N was saying after all, although there’s another motive behind those gifts that will be revealed in the future. Oof, excited for what’s to come.

Y/N’s reaction regarding the discs was something I was the one thing I knew had to be in the chapter, if anything, all was written around that particular detail, there’s no doubt about that.

The way her reaction happened was the only way I envisioned it going down honestly 😂 blatant anger seemed to be… a bit too on the nose I guess, but if you think about it horror sometimes starts from there— So yeah, I couldn’t see her reacting any other way: Naoya has been nothing but piece of trash since they got married, and suddenly he cares for her and what she has to say? Naaahhhh.

It felt like a mockery to her, a way for him to taint whatever good memories she had of her family, so yeah. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sad that she’s unable to react any other way 😣 wishing she wouldn’t have to get emotionally exhausted all the time, but in a place where she’s constantly attacked by everyone around her, and without the appropriate guidance to deal with her emotions, a completely different environment to the one she grew in… yeah, Y/N’s doing the best she can I guess.

Y/N’s decision (or more like approval via Mariya) regarding the relocation of the discs is one we’ll see further developed immediately in the next chapter, how it will affect her relationship with Naoya, as well as what he was doing during these days they didn’t speak to one another!

I’m really excited to post the next chapter, it’s one that I’ve been literally dreaming about!! I just hope I’ll be able to deliver. Agajkgvjkagja!!!!

Anyways, these are the notes I have for this chapter! They’re quite short, since it was straightforward and settled down some points that will affect the future of the story and I don’t think there is much for me to say outside what inspired me, but if there’s something I missed out on please let me know! I’ll do the best of my ability to respond ❤️

As always, thank you so much for coming back for another update! I’m eternally grateful for all of your support 😭❤️ I hope you have a wonderful week, take care, and hope to see you soon!!!

#thought series: first it hurts—

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dreamieyongified · 4 months

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WELCOME TO HELL

Hey goobies, friends, enemies, lovers, imaginary demons in my head. I wanted to create this blog for the people who care abt my works on AO3, as I want to be more active with everyone other than just posting on AO3. Likely no one will actually care abt this but I DO!!! so that's what I'm banking on. SO if any of you want to interact with me in anyway, whether it's to brutally critique my works or ask questions or even just beg for me to update, and you don't want to do it on AO3 this is where to do it. I'm not expecting anyone to find this until I post my next chapter of THTH, so when I do that I hope you actually click on the link and come say hi!

On a slightly different note, I have some different fics in the works from different fandoms and I'm excited for yall to see those whenever I decide I've written enough to actually start posting them. This by no means is me telling you I'm not writing THTH anymore, because I definitely am and it's been one of the only things I have had a pretty consistent WANT to write for so it will remain to be my special little baby til the day I finish it (whenever that is)

As well as that, I also have that one dead twd fic still on my account that I'm debating orphaning because I have absolutely no interest as of right now in finishing, and quite frankly it's not the level of writing I can be proud of anymore, similar to some of the earlier chapters of THTH.

Anyways I'm gonna stop talking to myself now! Hope you all have a crazy good day whenever you end up reading this!

(and if you just randomly found this my ao3 is Dreamieyong please go spread love :) )

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helliontherapscallion · 3 years

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I'm sorry for adding on to your pile of requests but I just wanted some family fluff with sbi where all of the siblings are having fun on a road trip or vacation

I don't know if that's specific enough for you if you want a little more detail maybe they're just being really dumb and making stupid videos with each other because that's something my sister and I do a lot

(A/N): I hope you don’t mind that I added Kristin and Tubbo (BASED ON THE CHARACTERS, NOT ACTUAL PEOPLE). Real life AU btw (no covid tho)

Okokok so this is deadass something Philza and Kristin is both dreading and looking forward to

1. They love spending time with their family especially now since yall are getting older and don’t spend as much time together anymore/getting ready to fly the coop

2. Have you met the SBI fam? Chaos incarnated.

After packing, yall set out on your trip to the hotel yall rented for a week or so (about an eight hour drive away from the house)

You and your twin Tommy 100% smuggle Tubbo underneath all of the luggage and a blanket

You’ll just ask them for forgiveness when you’re about halfway through

It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than permission

Wilbur and Technoblade catching you hiding the stowaway and blackmailing you both into doing their chores for a few week

Seating: Phil and Kristin in the front, Tech and Wil in the middle, You and Tommy in the back, and Tubbo in the trunk (it’s a mom van)

Before getting too far into the trip, a gas station is raided for snacks and drinks

Philza raising a brow at the amount of food you and Tommy get

Philza’s eyes were torn off from the refrigerator in front of him by his wife lightly nudging him. Looking at her in question, she raised her eyebrows and pointed at their youngest kids. It looked like they were just looking at the Monster drinks, so why- oh god the last thing he needed was two already hyper teenagers hopped up on Monster trapped in a car for eight hours. Before he could go over there to stop them, Kristin grabbed his arm.

“They’re up to something. Listen to what they’re saying.”

He strained his ears to hear what you both are whispering to each other. “...e like this flavor?”

Tommy shrugged, “I dunno. I’ll text him.”

As Tommy texted someone, Phil looked back at his wife. She wore a similar wary expression as they both stared at each other. He nodded in confirmation, “definitely. How do you reckon we confront them?”

He watched as his wife thought for a moment before she sighed and looked at him with a hint of excitement in her eyes, “let’s wait to see. It might be a pleasant surprise.”

“What? Are you mad?” He eyed his youngest gremlins once more. It seemed that they finally decided on a flavor and are now moving on to the snack portion. He looked back at his wife and felt his heart skip a beat at the small grin on her face. “...fine. Let’s just see what they’re doing after they do it.” Oh, the things he does for love.

He kept a very close eye on you two after that

You both are on your phones for longer than usual

Texting Tubbo so that he wasn’t lonely

Tubbo has fun with hiding too, never being bored at all

The only thing that he (and you and Tommy) struggled with was holding in his laughter

You jumped as you felt someone gently slap your shoulder. Turning around, you saw Tubbo’s hand peeking over the backs of the seats. You glanced at your parents in the front seats, they were deep in conversation. Good. You saw Tommy stifle a laugh and pull out his phone to record.

Tubbo made grabby hands at something but you didn’t know what he wanted, so you decided to mess with him a bit. Smirking, you put your earbuds in his hand. It snaked back underneath the blanket before he threw it back at you and did more intense grabby hands. You put your metal water bottle in his hand. He did the same thing before he threw it back at you. It collided with your forehead with a loud bong sounding throughout the car. Tommy started to laugh loudly and ended the video. You followed suit in the laughter as Tubbo’s hand froze midair and quickly slinked back into his lair.

All noise in the car came to a halt as they all looked behind them (well, Phil glanced through the rearview mirror suspiciously) to see you and Tommy laughing your asses off with you holding your forehead. Through blurred vision, you could see Kristin looking at you with worry and Techno and Wilbur looking confused and mildly annoyed.

“(Y/n) honey are you alright? What happened?” You opened your mouth to respond, but only wheezes came out making you laugh harder. You could hear Tubbo silently cackling to himself in the back, the blanket shaking slightly. Without being able to speak, you only nodded your head and gave her a thumbs up.

Tommy sent the video into the siblings' group chat and you could see over Wilbur’s shoulder as he watched it before starting to cackle and save the video to his phone. Even Techno got a good chuckle out and saved it to his phone making Phil and Kristin even more suspicious. Well, Kristin was just excited for what you two (four? Was Techno and Wilbur in on it as well?) had planned. Phil could just imagine the chaotic things you had planned. And he did not like what came to his mind.

When the rest stop came eventually (about three hours into the trip), you all left the car to stretch your legs and take care of business

Taking separate ways to walk in pairs (same person they sat next to in the car)

You and Tommy wait until Phil and Kristin leave before getting Tubbo out of the trunk

You three vibe walking along the winding sidewalks for a bit before you come back to the car and get Tubbo back into the trunk

You, however, forgot to use the bathroom so you leave Tommy and Tubbo in the car

“Fuck, I forgot to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

“Be quick, I’m not fuckin telling em if we forget you.”

“Pfft, they won’t forget me. Stop joking around.”

With that, you left the car and made a beeline to the bathroom. After that, you went back to the car. Well, where the car was supposed to be. There was no sight of a van anywhere in the parking lot. That asshole, he just let them drive off? He and Tubbo’s probably giggling to themselves in the backseat like school girls. You were only gone for like eight minutes.

Sighing, you walked over to a nearby bench and sat down, pulling up Techno’s contact and calling him.

He picked up after a few rings. The second you heard the dial tone stop, you spoke to him, “check the backseat.”

“What? You’re taking a nap, why’re you calling me I’m literally right in front of you.”

“Just fuckin check, Tech.”

In the background, you could hear Tommy snickering to himself. You heard some rustling before Techno started laughing, “Dad, we left (y/n) at the rest stop.”

“YEAH YA FUCKIN DID!”

You could hear loud laughter from your brothers and muffled cursing from Phil. You heard Kristin tell Techno to hand her the phone.

“We’re so sorry, we’re turning around right now. We’ll be there in about five minutes. Stay in one place and don’t talk to strangers.”

“I dunno Mom, that trucker looks really friendly. Might do some hitch hiking with him.”

You ended up befriending an old lady when she sat next to you on the bench with her husband. She even gave you some butterscotch and those strawberry hard candies that all older people somehow have but you can never find in stores. Her husband was telling you stories about his younger days when you saw the familiar van pull into the parking lot. Waving goodbye, you thanked them and hopped back into the car.

After profuse apologizing from your family and scolding Tommy for tricking them, you were on the road again. You glared at Tommy with a small smile on your face, “you fuckin prick. Did you seriously make it look like I was sleeping under a blanket?”

“Yeah, I told you that I wouldn’t tell them if we forgot you.”

“You fuckin dick,” you grabbed a few butterscotches and strawberry candies and handed some to Tubbo after ensuring your parents weren’t looking. He took them gratefully and quickly. You heard him whisper a ‘thank you’ and opened them with plastic crinkling.

“Wha- are those butterscotches? Gimme some.” He was about to snatch them out of your hands before you moved away from him. “No, you left me at the rest stop. You don’t get any. Do you guys want some? I’ve got butterscotches and strawberry candies.”

After you handed them out to your family, Phil looked at you confused in the rearview mirror, “(y/n), where’d you get these?”

“Oh, I just made some friends with an old couple while I was waiting.”

“You what? What if they kidnapped you?”

“Naw they couldn’t’ve. Ethel has hip problems and Charles was in a wheelchair. They were chill anyway.”

“...Just- just don’t do that again.” “Well don’t forget me again at a rest stop three hours away from home and you got yourself a deal.”

After a while the family was chill again and everything was back to normal

It was getting closer and closer to when Tubbo would make his reveal

You three agreed that Tubbo would just wait for the perfect time

That time came about three hours later when Phil and Kristin was asking everybody where they should stop for food

“So kids, we have three options: McDonalds, Wendy’s, and Arby’s. What do you want?”

“Wendy’s is obviously the superior choice.” Tommy proclaimed and you nodded in agreement. You leaned back and whispered to Tubbo, “now would be a great time.” You pulled out your phone to discreetly record the front seat.

“No it isn’t. Arby’s is you heathens.” Wilbur chimed in, glancing at his twin for back up. Techno shrugged, “I’m fine with anything as long as it’s edible.”

“I’m more of a fan of Wendy’s myself!” Tubbo’s muffled voice chimed in from his makeshift hut in the trunk. You snickered as Kristin whipped her head around to look at the back seat and Phil’s eyes snapping up to look at you through the rearview mirror.

“...Tubbo?”

“Hi Mrs. Tommy and (y/n)’s mum!” You flipped the camera around just in time to catch Tubbo poking his head out of the blanket and grin sheepishly at them. You panned over to Tommy’s ruby red face as he was holding in his laughter before flipping it back to the front.

“You absolute gremlins, this is what you’ve been hiding?” Phil scolded you and Tommy, his knuckles whitening from gripping the steering wheel. You could see his shoulders bouncing slightly with a slight strain in his voice from holding in chuckles.

“Honey, have you been in the trunk this entire time?”

“Yeah, but it’s quite comfy back here! Tommy and (y/n) gave me pillows and some snacks. Got some stretching done at the rest stop.”

“You’ve been back there for six hours?” Phil’s incredulous voice asked.

“Yep! Don’t worry, I had a lot of room. Anyways, my vote goes to Wendy’s.”

The car was quiet before Kristin started to laugh, “Wendy’s it is. See Phil, I told you it was gonna be a pleasant surprise!”

Tubbo sat between you and Tommy in the backseat for the rest of the trip

Techno and Wilbur saying that they knew Tubbo was back there but left out the blackmail part

There was no way they’d risk losing their little siblings doing their chores for them for a few weeks

At the hotel, the rooming was the same as the seating in the car

You, Tommy, and Tubbo having the time of your lives alone in your hotel room

Jumping on the beds, checking for hidden cameras and double sided mirrors (well, that doesn’t sound fun, but you had fun doing it), truth or dare, racing each other down the halls at night time, the works

B L A N K E T F O R T S (but always cleaning up the hotel room in the mornings bc yall are respectful to the staff)

Getting plenty of videos of you guys ding dong ditching Techno and Wilbur’s room

Them getting tired of it so they tell Dadza and Momza and they tell you to stop : (

Walking around aimlessly around the hotel hallways with Wilbur and Techno

Going up and down elevators aimlessly

Pulling an all nighter with Tommy and Tubbo on the last day

Philosophical late night talks when yall hardly know what you’re saying anymore (and becoming closer than ever before)

“Tommy, Tubbo?” You three were currently sitting on the balcony chairs looking out at the empty parking lot and the occasional cars driving by. It was about three in the morning and you guys were determined to stay up all night. “If you think about it, a hotdog is puréed meat in an intestine casing. When we eat the hotdogs, we turn it back into puréed meat. It eventually goes through your intestines which makes you the hotdog for a solid couple of hours.”

“...What the fuck, (y/n).”

“No no, they’ve got a point. Don’t you understand, Tommy? We are hotdogs.”

“...I’m starting to think you guys need sleep. Speakin nonsense.”

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“Do you two reckon we’re alone in the universe?”

“What do you mean, Tubbo?” You glanced at the male next to you and raised an eyebrow. He was looking up at the stars with furrowed brows.

“Like, do you guys think there’s life out there. Looking down at us right now wondering the same thing.”

You hummed and looked up at the stars. They were twinkling down at you with the occasional shooting star blazing by. Red lights from far off satellites being the only visible sign of humans in the dark expanse of space. “I think so. I mean, nobody knows how big the universe is. You never really know.”

“Honestly I don’t know what’s scarier, being the only lifeforms and being completely alone or having things out there that we don’t know about.”

You sling an arm over your twin’s shoulders, “that doesn’t matter. As long as we have each other, we’ll never be alone. We’ll face whatever the universe has in store for us together.”

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“I don’t know, I just hate it when people only see me as the loud annoying one. It really gets to me sometimes and I don’t know what I should do about it. Fuck, even Wil and Tech see me like that.”

“Toms, fuck them. They don’t know you like we do. You’re caring, ambitious, and brave.”

“Yeah, don’t listen to what they say. We’ll prove them wrong when we form our own nation one day.”

Tommy’s sullen expression slowly melted into a smile, “yeah, I’d like that. You’d be the president.”

Tubbo grinned back at Tommy, “and you’ll be my trusty vice president and (y/n)’ll be our Secretary of State. We’ll rule together.”

“Our nation would be a place for people to escape tyranny and injustice. Somewhere where men could live free, you two would be amazing leaders.”

“What do we call it though is the question,” Tubbo hummed in thought.

“How about ‘Manberg’?”

You looked at your twin with half lidded, exhausted eyes, “I like it, but it needs more… pizazz. How about L’manberg?”

You watched as he smiled widely at the stars, “it’s perfect.”

Watching the sunrise together on the balcony wrapped in blankets

Sleeping on the rest of the way back home

Best sleep of your life

When you wake up (about an hour or so away from home), you see that there’s blankets over you three and you had your head on Tubbo’s shoulder, Tubbo had his leaned up against the seat behind him, and Tommy’s cheek was squished against the window

You stretch out your limbs a bit trying not to disturb the two beside you

Checking your phone to see pictures of you three sleeping sent into the family group chat with Kristin replying with a bunch of heart emojis

You send the videos and pictures you took along the way of you, Tommy, and Tubbo doing stupid things in the hotel room and in the car

If you looked in the middle row, you could see Wilbur watching the scenery pass by out the window with his earbuds in

Techno is reading one of his books (you have no idea how he doesn’t get car sick)

Phil and Kristin are talking lowly to each other holding hands on the center counsel

Soft radio music is playing in the background

Life is good

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uwuwriting · 4 years

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Kirishima, Deku, Bakugou, Todoroki and Shinsou finding Mineta in your room

Request: Bakugo, todo, kirishima, deku and hitoshi(sorry if you have a character limit I didn’t see anything about tht in ur rules) how would they react if they enter their s/os room looking for them only to find mineta going through their clothes/underwear? I just wanna see mineta suffer😌😌 thank you!! -anonymous

Ha Mineta suffering makes me happy idk why it just does.This grape’s quirk is better than brainwashing? My ASS! Anyways, I hope you enjoy and yay I’m officially back. Tonight is angst time with the Shirakumo sequel. I did something weird with that fic idk if it’s good, oh well I guess we’ll find out. LOVE Y’ALL!!!!💖💖💖

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warnings: Mineta getting slapped, some swearing obvi, some fluff.

Kirishima Eijirou

-Baby shark was coming to grab one of his hoodies because well his closet is empty.

-He reached your floor and was heading to your door, key in hand when he noticed that it was already open.

- “Huh maybe she forgot to lock it.”

-But then he heard a weird scratching noise coming from inside and something moving.

-Carefully he opened the door expecting something to jump at him.

-Boy thought he was about to be attacked by a human sized rat.

-Not far from the truth but you know.

-As he stepped inside he was met with a sight he wanted to bleach away.

-There was Mineta head buried in your underwear drawer his eyes rolling back as he sniffed.

- *GAG*

-Kirishima might have died for a few seconds as he saw Mineta going through your underwear.

-He couldn’t understand how someone could be this nasty and perverted.

-He snapped out of it though and grabbed Mineta from his collar dragging him out your door and into the elevator, down to Aizawa’s office and dropping him on his teacher’s doorstep.

-Mineta was begging him not to snitch and stuff but my mans was having none of it.

-When Aizawa opened the door he was met with a really really angry Kirishima pointing at Mineta.

- “Can I beat him up without getting in trouble?”

- “What did he do?”

- “Something inappropriate to Y/N’s clothes”

-Baby had a blush on his face as he said that, too embarrassed to go into detail.

-Aizawa just looked at the grape and nodded, turning around and locking his door pretending that this agreement never happened.

-You had gone out searching for your boyfriend when you realized that he was gone for too long.

-You found him outside with Mineta, using the grape as a basketball.

-When he saw you, baby forced Mineta to apologize and dragged you to the mall for some new underwear.

-He wouldn’t tell you exactly why you needed new undies but it wasn’t hard to put two and two together.

- *GAG*

Midoriya Izuku

-Okay this one pulled a +4 uno card on Mineta because he woke up to him going through your things.

-He was staying over that night, sneaking in from your balcony and having an impromptu sleep over.

-He sleeps better when he has you in his arms mainly because he knows that you’re safe and sound.

-So it’s almost routine.

-He woke up when he heard a weird whisper in his sleep.

-You would sleep talk from time to time saying all types of weird crap.

-He swore that it was the cutest sight in the world.

-But when he woke up you were just clinging to him, your face buried in the crook of his neck nuzzling into him even further as he pulled away slightly to look around.

-He thought he saw nothing at first but then he saw the silhouette near your door and he went into full protector mode.

-After placing you gently on the pillow, he pulled the covers over your shoulder and stepped onto the floor, sneaking his way to your wardrobe.

-Opening it up, green lightning already springing to life around his eyes he came face to face with...... Mineta.

-Not only that but in his hands was one of your bras.

-The grape just stared at your boyfriend for a solid minute before giving him your bra.

-Now I think that Izuku is very protective over his girlfriend so this type of violation of privacy really ticked him off.

-He grabbed Mineta by the collar and much like Kirishima he dragged him to Aizawa only he just left him there.

- “If I see you in my girlfriend’s room again I won’t be this calm about it.”

-Aizawa ignored the fact that it was past curfew and Izuku was in your room and focused more on the student who broke into your room.

-Izuku calmly returned to your room and brought you flush to his chest.

-You stirred slightly, gripping his sweatshirt as you nuzzled into his neck.

-Leaving a kiss on your forehead he tried to fall asleep, deciding not to tell you about Mineta just yet.

Bakugou Katsuki

-Ha ha he finna die.

-Prepare a funeral yall.

-I swear how he is not dead the moment Katsuki sees him in your room idek man.

-Katsuki is already furious at everything and seeing someone creeping around your stuff made him livid.

- “What the fuck do you think you are doin???”

-Mineta recognizes his voice immediately and mentally wrote his will.

-This boy hasn’t sprinted out of a room faster in his life.

-In his escape Katsuki saw what he was looking at and the moment his eyes met with that pretty bra and panties you were wearing the other day his vein popped out of his forehead.

-The whole campus heard his yelling and all the teachers became on alert.

-Legit thought that they were under attack.

-But once they reached the 1-A dorms they saw Bakugou being held down by Kirishima, Deku and Todoroki while you and a bunch of the girls were circled around Mineta.

-At first they thought you were checking on him but then they saw the furious glares you were throwing his way accompanied by a few quirks being activated and that’s where they stepped in.

-Prying all of you away from the grape they managed to get the basic story out of him before stepping aside and asking Sero to wrap him up.

-Katsuki calmed down only when you started talking to him and telling him that everything was alright.

-Of course when everyone was asleep Katsuki and Kirishima went to Mineta’s room and beat the shit out of him.

-A punishment for this time and a warning for the future.

-Boy thought he was gonna die.

-And he will the next time he pulled a stunt like this.

Todoroki Shouto

-Goes into fucking creepy mode.

-The temperature drops and almost freezes the right side of your room while the left side starts burning up.

-At first he didn’t understand what he was doing in YOUR room.

-Who gave him a key and why was he going through your laundry basket.

-It hit him when he heard sniffing and oh boy.

-Oh boy oh boy.

-He gets that cold ass stare and he nearly growls.

-His voice is so commanding as he starts threatening the grape.

-No one and I mean no one fucks with his girl like that.

-That’s pure harassment,

-Legit you have never heard Todo curse like this before.

-Mineta is trembling on the spot, tears streaming down his face as Todo is towering over him.

-It’s the only time he is grateful that he has that menacing aura that his father has.

-He’s livid.

-Would have burned him on the spot if you haven’t intervened.

-Prying Todo from his spot in front of Mineta, you placed him on your bed before going to Mineta who was apologizing WHILE eyeing you up and giving him one hell of a slap and kicking him out of your room.

- “I guess I’m throwing these out....”

-Todoroki gave you a little kiss before bringing you into a hug.

- “Don’t worry, I’ll buy you new ones.”

Shinsou HItoshi

-Sleepover time again.

-He can sleep with you around.

-So you were in the bathroom doing your skin routine while he was playing on his switch when he heard the door open.

-At first he thought it was just you getting out of the bathroom but then he heard muttering, something about “a hot little piece” and “what she wears to sleep” and he knew that wasn’t you.

-Shutting off his switch he sat perfectly still as Mineta walked into your room and straight to your drawers.

-Opening them, Hitoshi saw the grape’s mouth water as he grabbed a pair of your panties.

-Now Hitoshi rarely uses his quirk to manipulate someone outside of class but this was a special occasion.

-Letting out a very ominous chuckle, Mineta turned around slowly letting out a terrified hey which was all Hitoshi needed.

-Commanding him to walk out of your room, he made him go outside in the cold and lay down on the grass.....naked.

-Until morning.

-He told you what he saw of course and you made a mental note to change the lock.

-The next morning the indeed found Mineta in the front yard butt naked sleeping on the grass.

-Aizawa was not amused and he knew who made this possible.

-Now you and Hitoshi have to explain what happened last night and why Hitsohi was in your dorm past curfew.

-Oh boy.

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