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luci-in-trenchcoats · 7 months

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The Princess & The Playboy (Part 1)

Summary: After one of the reader's last concerts of the year, she unexpectedly runs into notorious playboy Dean Winchester, quarterback of the LA Wolves. Only Dean's a big fan and he seems to want more than just a photo if given the chance...

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Pairing: NFL Quarterback!Dean x Pop Star!reader

Word Count: 4,400ish

Warnings: language, family trauma/angst, kidnapping

A/N: I promise there'll be more Dean and reader interacting in person next part! Needed to set the scene with this!

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You groaned the second you were alone. You’d survived the summer tour but you were exhausted. All you wanted was a greasy hamburger, chicken nuggets, and to sleep for a month. After changing into a pair of joggers and oversized hoodie, you texted your bodyguard Eric, telling him you wanted to get out of there quietly. He knocked twice on your dressing room door before entering with a smile.

“Great show tonight,” he said. You rolled your eyes, Eric grabbing your backpack for you.

“Like you pay attention to anything besides harassing the security team,” you said, resting your forehead against his strong chest. “I never want to tour again. I’m so tired.”

“You’re just cranky cause you’re hungry and need sleep,” he said rubbing your back. “You only have two more shows this year and then we can sit on the couch eating cookies and binging divorce court.”

“This is why I keep you around, buddy,” you laughed, taking a deep breathe before looking up. “Speaking of food-“

“Let’s get you out of here and full of some chicken nuggies.”

“Back in five,” you said to Eric thirty minutes later, your wallet in hand and panic button in your pocket. He let you go out without it sometimes but not after a show and especially not when you were in the press so much lately.

It was nearly midnight as you walked into the nearly empty McDonald’s, a guy in a hoodie at the counter with his back to you.

“Hi,” you said, stepping up to the other register. “Can I get a quarter pounder with cheese, a medium fry and a twenty piece chicken nugget with barbecue sauce? Oh and a bottle of water.”

You paid, the girl behind the counter staring at you like she recognized you but was too nervous to say anything.

“Holy shit,” said a male voice. You glanced left, the man in the hoodie pushing it down to reveal him in a black baseball cap. He was incredibly handsome and had such pretty green eyes. Something seemed vaguely familiar about him but you couldn’t place it. “You’re Y/N Y/L/N…and apparently you eat like a linebacker.”

“Dance on stage for three hours every night and you would too,” you said, the man humming.

“Do you mind if I get a pic?” he asked.

“Sure,” you said, the man handing his phone to the girl behind the counter who eagerly took a few. He was practically giddy when he got his phone back, a bag of food coming out for him.

“Thanks for indulging me,” he said. You noticed a few strands of confetti on top of his hat and smiled. He must have been at the concert. He almost walked away and out the door when he spun around, parting his lips. “Can I give you my number?”

“Sure,” you said again. It was much safer to just take the number and hand it off to Eric to do a background check on the person than try a rejection. The man scribbled it down on the back of your receipt, your cashier now acting as his wing woman and making sure he had a pen.

“I uh, hope to hear from you soon,” he said, flashing you a wink before leaving. You eased when he was gone, the girl at the counter handing you your bag of food after a moment.

“He’s so hot, isn’t he?” she said, your eyebrows raising. Not the reaction you were expecting from her.

“Mhm. Thanks for the food. Have a good night,” you said, quickly leaving. You ducked outside, Eric waiting in the backseat for you.

“Any trouble?” he asked, nodding to the man farther down the parking lot, slipping into a large SUV.

“Just a fan,” you said, handing him the paper with the guys number. He gave you a side eye as he took it from your fingers. “He was harmless.”

“I’ll check it out to be sure,” he grumbled, stealing a fry from your bag. “Did you get me-“

“Yes I got you your nuggets,” you said, Eric relaxing back into his seat. Your driver headed for home and in twenty minutes you were on your couch chowing down. Eric was at the kitchen counter, lazily scrolling through his phone, probably grateful that you were secure in the house for the night.

You watch his eyes go wide, gaze shooting to you.

“I swear I didn’t do anything.” You kept eating your burger, Eric silently watching you. “Dude, you’re freaking me out.”

“That fan from McDonald’s posted the pic of you,” he said. You rolled your eyes and got up, sulking over to him.

“Oh tell me he’s not some whack job.”

“He’s Dean Winchester,” he said, showing his phone to you. You shrugged, walking back to the couch. “Dean Winchester? NFL quarterback? Three time Super Bowl winner?”

You stared at him, Eric groaning.

“He’s the quarterback for the LA Wolves…he went to Kansas State the same time you did, Y/N. You probably went to his football games.” He rolled his eyes at you. “How do you not realize you’re taking a picture with a sports legend?”

“I must have missed it with all my free time over the past dozen years with all the touring and ten albums and other shit in my life. And frankly you’re the one that told me it doesn’t matter who it is, I need to be careful of everyone, whether they’re famous or not.” He sighed, putting his phone away.

“Alright, I get your point,” he said, returning to eating. “Dude’s kind of a player anyways it seems like. Nice guy but I know you’re more the sensitive guy type.”

“Emotionally available,” you corrected, plopping down on the couch once more. “Why would you think he’s into me anyways? Plenty of people are fans without wanting to get in my pants.”

“Well, it’s Dean Winchester so he definitely wants in your pants,” he joked. “Also the caption, genius.”

You quirked your eyebrow, Eric tossing his phone over to you. You pouted when you went back to the post, actually reading it this time.

DWinchester67 Y/N Y/L/N Saturday Night Concert at the Wolves stadium. AMAZING TIME with the crew. Worth getting ragged on by the boys all week for taking them to the show just to see them belt their hearts out to #FinishLine (video soon)

Then had the awesome luck to snag a pic with Y/N grabbing a midnight snack. I was dying on the inside at meeting my crush. Sorry for being awkward when you were trying to get your grub on. Next time it’s on me ;)

Your eyes met Eric’s when you finished, his chicken nuggets nearly gone.

“Yeah, like no reason he’s into you, right?” smirked Eric. You grumbled, returning to your late night dinner. “I’ll background check that number in the morning.”

“He’s a player that wants to have sex. Don’t bother with the background work. He’s harmless.”

“As you wish, princess,” he said with a little bow, earning himself being hit in the face with your balled up burger wrapper. “The abuse I put up with. Tsk tsk.”

“Yeah, yeah. Tell that to your generous benefits package,” you said, Eric chuckling as he double checked the back doors were locked one last time. “Eric…”

“Mhm,” he hummed, ruffling your head gently as he walked past the back of the couch. “See you in the morning, kiddo.”

“Night. Oh!” you said, sitting up on your knees on the couch, Eric throwing his head back. “It’s nothing bad! Just…can you ban everyone from the house until ten? I really want to sleep in and try to catch up.”

“You want me to fend off your team? After Dean Winchester posted that? What do I get out of this?” he teased, crossing his arms. You batted your eyes, jutting out your lip. “You got to do better than that.”

“I’ll buy you box seats to an LA Wolves game of your choice?” He looked blank faced which meant he was really tempted to take the offer. But Eric didn’t like extravagant gifts from you for doing his job. He already said his paycheck was more than enough and he barely accepted the Christmas and birthday presents you’d get for him.

You held up a finger, Eric calculating the move.

“Give me one good reason for not accepting.”

“First off, it’s too much. Second, I’m your primary protection agent and need to be available-”

“Please Eric? They’re going to be vultures in the morning with that whole post and you haven’t had a day off in six months. You’re as exhausted as I am. I’m asking as your friend, not your boss.” He grumbled, shaking his head. “Is that a yes?”

“It means I’ll think about it and I’ll see you in the morning,” he said. “We’re going to watch football all day. I’ll teach you all about it.”

You growled, Eric snickering the whole way out.

Dean POV

The first game of the season was always a good one. The team was healthy. We had home field advantage for once.

And I really enjoyed the hell out of playing football in a packed stadium. It wasn’t an ego thing like for some people. No, I loved putting on a show and entertaining people for a few hours a week, give them a fun escape before they had to return to the reality of their lives.

That’s what football had always been to me and I knew for most fans, it gave them that same sense of belonging.

And women tended to really like seeing a bunch of muscular men run around in tight pants.

“Winchester, surprised you’re here,” said Michael. I glanced over my shoulder in the locker room, a big smirk on his face. “I thought you’d be in the burn unit with how hard you crashed and burned with Y/N Y/L/N last night.”

I rolled my eyes at the taunts of the room, ignoring them as they riffed on me for a good ten minutes. When Benny walked in though they finally calmed down, Ben taking a seat in his cubby beside me.

“Let me have it,” I sighed. Benny leaned in close, covering his mouth from the rest of the room.

“If you really want that girl to go out with you, you got to do more than make an insta post. She’s classy. She’s not going to fawn over you like every dipshit you’ve dated because you’re good looking. So you better impress her.” He gave me one last look before reaching down to his duffel and pulling out his cleats.

He had a point. Y/N had never cared for cocky flirts. I could remember her in college, always spending time at parties with the shy academic guys that chatted her ear off about music theory and english papers. I swear the only time she gave a single jock attention was when she’d grab a guitar in the late hours of the night and sing a song none of us had heard before. She could stop a group of drunken college students in their tracks with a single note. Nowadays her music was all pop but back then, just her and a guitar…I’d have sworn an angel fell out of the sky straight in front of me.

No woman had made my heart swell up with comfort and longing the way she had the night I laid eyes on her for the first time.

The years had done little to diminish a teenage boy’s crush. If anything, seeing her last night, getting to talk to her for even a brief moment, made my insides burn hotter than before. Maybe it was only a crush, an infatuation with a beautiful woman with an even more beautiful voice.

I felt Benny’s stare on me as I lazily watched my feet before me.

“You’re still in love with her.” He said it as a statement so I didn’t respond. I’d never claimed such a thing despite Benny insisting on it back in college. But he’d always been good at sensing those kinds of things.

Or at least he wasn’t afraid to say it out loud.

“I talked to her in english lit once, about you.” My head snapped up, eyes wide as he was now down to his boxer briefs, tugging up his pants. “She heard what happened to Sam.”

“Why are you bringing up Sam?” I whispered, giving him a hard glare. Benny smiled, curious since he knew not to bring him up unless I did. “Half the school offered their condolences. Of course she-”

“She didn’t. She offered…hope. Apparently her little brother went missing once too.” I turned my head away.

“Everyone who knows anything about Y/N Y/L/N heard that story. Congrats. We both have little brothers that were kidnapped and never heard from again. Fucking awesome we can share that trauma,” I spit out. Benny leaned in close, gripping my shoulder.

“She wrote a song for her brother. Finish Line. She showed it to me long before she got famous. Look up who it’s fucking dedicated to and maybe realize there is a deeper reason why you fell in love at first sight with that girl. I have a feeling she’s the only girl in the world that could get you and you knew it long before your head did.”

I was seething, storming out of the locker room and into a trainers room next door, quickly shutting the door behind me. What the fuck was Benny thinking bringing Sam up right before a game? I could handle thinking about a girl but Sam?

I angrily typed Finish Line dedication into google, freezing at the short paragraph that appeared as the top result.

Chart topper Finish Line by Y/N Y/L/N was notoriously written by Y/L/N in her senior year of highschool after the disappearance of her younger brother, Max. Max is presumed to have been abducted while walking home from a friends house. The music video of Finish Line states the song is “For Max & Sam” although Y/L/N has never stated who Sam is. Fans theorize “Sam” is a representation of all abduction victims however…

I immediately tapped on the youtube video of the song, scrolling all the way to the end, bottom lip wobbling as I read the stark white letters against the black background.

She never gave me the time of day back then yet she knew who I was, what it felt like to have a piece of you go missing and you couldn’t do anything about it. She put my baby brother in a song for her baby brother and we weren’t even friends.

I swallowed thickly, forcing myself to calm down.

“Sammy,” I whispered, closing my eyes. “Is this a sign or something? Is she as fucked up as I am and the world doesn’t know it? Is that why she’s never been seen with a boyfriend her whole career? Did she shy away from connections when I buried myself in meaningless ones? Are we both so screwed up on the biggest stage in the world and that’s why I still feel breathless when I see her? Tell me I’m not crazy, Sammy. Tell me there’s a reason I’m still head over heels for this girl.”

I slowly opened my eyelids, staring at coach who was staring back at me on the other side of the room by the far entrance. I quickly cleared my throat and turned to leave, coach’s whistle stopping me in my tracks.

“I don’t know who the hell you’re talking about son, but my advice as someone who’s been married longer than you’ve been alive…you know when you fall in love. That’s the easy part. Admitting it and trying to get the balls to say it to her face is the harder part.”

“Sir, she doesn’t even know I exist. Or barely knows I do,” I said quietly. “I should-”

“Your little brother, god rest his soul, wants you to be happy, Winchester. So shoot your shot with this girl so you can stop having an existential crisis before my home opener, got it?” I glanced over my shoulder, coach’s face surprisingly soft for how close we were to game time. “She must be special to tame you.”

“She had me the whole time. The rest were me trying to forget.” He nodded, picking up his playbook again.

“Then go get this girl so you have your answer,” he said. “And stay out of my training room before games. Only place they can’t find me.”

“Yes sir.” I ducked back into the locker room, Benny gave me a raised eyebrow, silently asking if I was okay. I nodded and sat down to tie up my shoes, an idea sparking in my mind before I opened instagram. “Ben, take a picture of me.”

“Good god,” groaned Michael from my other side. “Like your insta doesn’t have enough shirtless selfies.”

He snagged my phone out of my hands, sighing as he took a photo of me smirking in my cubby.

“I regret being your friend,” he said, handing it back to me while Benny chuckled.

“Same, Michael,” I smiled back before I was on insta and typing furiously. I posted before I could stop myself, Benny and Michael sharing a look and immediately going to their own phones. But they weren’t fast enough apparently.

“Winchester are you serious?” shouted Gabe from across the room, the whole team looking at their phones now.

“Yup,” I said, standing and tugging on my under armor v-neck, my shoulder pads and then my jersey.

“You can’t force a girl to go out with you!” he shouted.

“I’m not forcing. I’m offering a donation to her charity if she does feel inclined to go out with me,” I said with a shrug. Benny grabbed my shoulders, looking at me like I was crazy.

“Five million dollars? That’s not what I mean when I said impress her you idiot!” he said.

“That’s what the picture was for,” I said with a wink, my phone already buzzing non-stop at the incoming flood of texts and calls. “You think she’ll take me up on my offer?”

“This fucker’s really about to get a fucking date with Y/N Y/L/N through a fucking bribe,” said Michael, shaking his head. “Dude, you’re crushing so hard it’s in psycho territory.”

“One date is all I want,” I said, smiling when coach walked in, rolling his eyes at me. “Come on boys, time to focus on the game!”

Y/N POV

I was currently hiding in my bedroom, reading a book on Sunday evening, Eric doing his best to get my agent and manager and PR head out of the house without force. As expected, they’d reemed my ass out for not capitalizing on the Dean Winchester picture in the moment but I didn’t care. I didn’t care about hanging out with pretty fuck boys for publicity’s sake.

But I had followed him on my private account no one knew about. It’d taken a moment but I remembered who Dean Winchester was in our college days. He was flirty back then I remembered. And a good football player I guess. But I just remembered what happened in the spring semester, how the whole campus knew his pain before he had a chance to even process it.

My heart ached for a boy I’d said nothing more than a passing hello to at parties.

I still felt that ache whenever I sang Finish Line. I’d never realized Dean went on to his own version of fame all those years ago. But I knew the hurt still existed in his heart. There was no healing it but some part of me wished I could soothe it for a moment. I forgot in the music sometimes. Maybe he could do the same when he played his games.

Maybe I really should have talked to him last night.

My phone buzzed and I saw a new post, this one of him making my jaw drop. “Hot damn you are good looking, Winchester.”

Then I shrieked when I looked at the caption.

DWinchester67 Hey @Y/NY/L/N it was fun running into you last night. How about you take me up on my offer and let me buy dinner for our first date?

Oh and to sweeten the deal, I’ll donate five million dollars to your charity if you say yes (plus another million for each touchdown I throw tonight, those are freebies for ya).

You got my number so waiting on you sweetheart. ;)

Eric was in the room before I could raise my head, eyes darting around the room before he determined there was no threat.

“Jesus, girl. I swear if you saw a bug-”

“Dean Winchester asked me out. Publicly.” Eric narrowed his eyes as he tucked his gun back into the holster.

“Okay…you made it clear to the team today you don’t want anything to do with a publicity stunt. What’s the problem?” You tossed the phone to the end of the bed, Eric sitting on the bench at the bottom to pick it up. He did a double take, eyes skirting to meet yours. “I’m doing a full background check on this man. He either really wants in your pants, to profit off you or he’s obsessive. To be honest, I don’t like any of those options.”

“Me either but five million dollars to the charity? Plus more? That could help kids, Eric. We could find a safe way to do this, right?” He pursed his lips, nodding once.

“One date at a place of my choosing. My team will be there in the background and I’m going to talk to this boy and let him know all of the ways I can kill him if he tries anything.” You smiled, Eric handing the phone back.

“You’d kill your favorite football player for me. You’re too sweet Eric,” you chuckled. He stood up, adjusting his sports blazer.

“You know why I stuck with you when my agency assigned me to the Princess?” he asked, a dry laugh leaving his lips. “You always listened to me. You didn’t always agree but you listened and we could have conversations. We could have conversations about safety without you acting like a brat or me like an asshole. You respected me and that earned you loyalty all these years later.”

You stared your hands in your lap. “My parents lost one child. I don’t want them to lose another.”

You were surprised to find him come closer, sitting on the edge of the bed, turning to face you. He tucked your hair behind your ear, smiling softly.

“Don’t lose hope now, kiddo. I’ve always admired that about you.” You looked away, Eric stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Someday we’ll find the truth. I promise.”

“My mom wishes it were me,” you said, shaking your head. “If I didn’t make my parents so much money I’d think they’d be plenty happy to let some crazy fan take me away forever. All because I was five minutes late to pick up Max and he decided to walk home.”

“Hey!” Eric gripped your shoulders hard, hard enough that you felt the strength of his hands down in your bones. He was always so gentle you with guiding touches here and there you often forgot he was as deadly with his hands as he was a weapon.

You met his gaze, Eric sighing.

“That is not true and you know it.” His stern expression softened when you shook your head.

“She told me the day we had a funeral for him Max should have been there and I should have been the one missing. So I know, Eric.” He pulled you into a hug, letting you squeeze him tight.

“I know she did,” he whispered, your chin resting on his shoulder. “She has so many regrets from that time and knows what she said broke something with the two of you. But I have had countless conversations with them over the years. I know you trust me so trust me when I say, you are their world and it would destroy them to lose you. She always asks me if you’re happy because she says you put on your fake smile for her. She doesn’t blame you one bit for it.”

“I hate when you have points,” you said, closing your eyes, getting another squeeze from him.

“Happy to help my buddy. So you don’t give up on Max yet, alright? Everyone else has. If he’s out there, he needs you to keep going for him.”

“No wonder your team adores you. Soft cuddly bear under all the threats of violence aren’t you?”

“It’s how I land so many chicks,” he chuckled. He kissed your temple and stood, cracking his back. “Respond back yes if you want to. Let me look into this Dean Winchester before you agree to anything else though.”

You hummed, clearing your throat when Eric was in the doorframe. “I-I do remember one thing about Dean in college. He had a younger brother Sam that went missing too. Never found him.”

Eric kept his back to you for a beat, nodding once.

“Do you think Dean is a bad guy?”

“Gut check says no. Probably just wants a hookup,” he said before stepping out and pulling the door shut fast behind him. “Rowan, I swear to god you bother this girl tonight and I’ll shove my glock up your ass.”

“He asked her out! I need to talk to her!” he yelled back on the other side of the door. You sighed and put on your noise canceling headphones before going to instagram and tapping on his post.

Y/NY/L/N @DWinchester67 One date. As friends Winchester

Not five seconds later you received a winking emoji and “friends” in response.

“Dear god, you’re going to be a handful, Winchester.”

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A/N: Read Part 2 here!

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yaymiyas · 5 months

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Yandere!Jock Introduction

warning: yandere content, manipulation, foul language, boys being…boys!, gn reader

YANDERE!JOCK, whose very name gives you the ick. noah. ew. to his medium length golden hair that frames his face ever so tightly, to his tall frame that makes it almost impossible to miss him, and to especially his a million dollar smile that he wears like the latest fashion trend…why do you hate him again?

why do you avoid him like the spanish flu? not even you knew fully. you contemplate about this very topic for weeks, never really getting a straight answer from yourself. from every instants that you two have crossed paths, he has been nothing but forthcoming with you. nothing but sunshines and rainbows. nothing but absolutely perfect.

Yuck.

you never even wanted to actually know who he was. you and your friends may have joked about him and his friend group a few times, but having noah around you 24/7 was never really on your bucket list. he kind of made it his own mission to make his existence your business.

it all started last semester, when you were walking down the hall. chem and statistic books in one arm, and the other quietly struggling to keep your book bag up. with the current cards not being 1000% in your favor, you didn’t really have time to look up at where exactly you were going. but noah did. trying to maneuver through the busy halls isn’t the easiest task with two shoulders filled and a 6’2, linebacker breaking down your neck. you didnt even see him walking beside you for the last two door frames you seemingly passed. all that was on your mind was to successfully get to the exit quick enough so you can get to your car, but satan had other plans.

“i can help you if you dont mind”

not paying the voice any real attention, you flash a struggling smile trying to use that as a quiet sign to leave you alone. one thing you didn’t bank on, was for noah to not really take no as a real answer. or in this case, an annoyed smile. testing his luck, the taller male fixed your book bag strap releasing a whole 2 pounds of weight off of your shoulder. with this new found feeling, you hesitantly stopped in your tracks and paid the stranger a small glance. looking back was noah, smiling widely like he just won the latto.

YANDERE!JOCK who finds a way to comfort you at all the right times. a random rumor about you started to spread at the speed of light. nobody would tell you where it started, or why they believe it but all you know is that it is messing up your senior year. you wanted to end your high school career better than when you came in, because lets face it, your freshman and sophomore years were ass. not being of bullying or teasing, you just weren’t ready or willing to see that you were in a different environment. things are different from two years ago, well they were supposed to be.

you don’t know how you started crying or when, but you were outside of your ecom class tears soaking your binders. you never allowed the words of others to get to you, always brushed them off. this time around it was different. you were more affected than you thought you would be at things like this. sleeping with a teacher? the same ecom teacher who you deducted points for not citing correctly? the same one who didn’t learn your name until two weeks ago? such a baseless and so easy to be unproven, so why do so many people believe it?

the only reason you were crying outside of your class is because two girls called you a slut to your face. out loud. with grins on their face, like your misery was something that warmed their skin. it was all so disgusting but you couldn’t do anything was cry. why now? why you? why the very last semester of high school? why?

“i heard about what’s going on,”

noah slightly nudges your leg with his foot, forcing your attention solely on him. you didn’t want to look up.

no, you actually wanted to tell him to go away. why was the most annoying, condescending, passive aggressive person in front of you for. the universe and gods must hate you.

“you know,”

he started with a hint of glee in his voice. was this all a joke to him? was he enjoying your tears? was your agony entertainment for him? this sick bastard. if you could, you would pull him by his hair and yank him to the floor. a knee to the stomach wouldn’t do anything to a linebacker right?

“its okay if you slept with him…we all have our low points.”

wow.

oh.

you are a joke to him. his smile never wavered, no it actually got bigger. you turned your head a bit so both of you were staring into the others. his ocean blue eyes seemed to turn into a black hole, sucking you into it with no avail. this is sick. he is sick. was he the one to fucking tell everybody that? how did he even know about the rumor? why was he here? what does he want from you, and how far will he go to get it.

#yay ocs #yandere oc #yandere x reader #x reader #yandere #yandere jock #yandere jock x reader #gn reader #female reader #male reader

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ceilidho · 9 months

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prompt: ghost works on an oil rig. he meets reader during his osha mandated 2 weeks off. (ns/fw)

Ghost experiences time like a sudden swarming of locusts. Absolutely devastating for a period, and then silence, just him to observe the aftermath of the wreckage.

Work on an offshore oil rig is split into shifts of two weeks on, two weeks off. During his two weeks on, he spends his near twelve-hour shifts in constant motion, muscles aching to the point of fatigue, to the point of giving out where he lugs tools and parts across the rig. He contorts himself into all manner of positions for quick and long repairs, breaking his back day in and day out because that is what work expects of him. What he expects of himself.

Lying motionless in his bed, the sound of Soap’s snoring from the bunk over him the only thing half-resembling a lullaby. Hours before sleep falls on him, and then suddenly it’s day again, opening grit-crusted eyes to the bottom of Soap’s bunk, metal and leather straps across the underside, and then he’s up and down the halls that are never big enough for him. He wakes up ravenous, never full. Hungering always.

It takes nearly a full three days onshore to get his bearings; he never quite loses his sealegs.

Foam-topped beer at his local pub. That’s how Ghost fills his days off; the rest of his crew flock off to their families, some into the warm arms of whatever casual arrangement they’ve got going on outside of the rig. For Ghost, he finds solace in counting down the minutes until his OSHA mandated period of rest is over and it’s time to head back.

There’s nothing waiting for him outside of the rig. Family home long since burned to the ground. He won’t even let his mind turn to the family in it.

He’s on the fifth day of his union-enforced leave, hunched over the bar like usual and picking away at an order of fish and chips when he happens to look up and catch sight of you. You’re chattering away at the other end of the room, dressed like one of the waitresses.

You’re new. Ghost learns as much when he turns to the bartender—an old friend of his, though he’d call him less of a friend and more of a familiar face that’s come to know his name after the years he’s spent at this particular pub—and it’s said like it’s a novelty. It is. New faces are rare in towns like this, working class towns far off from any big city. It’s the same reason he hasn’t fallen into bed with anyone in too many years to count, not when he sees the same old faces whenever he touches land.

With you though, it’s different. Ghost keeps an eye on you while he nurses his pint. It’s not hard to catch your eye; you’re new and keen and curious and when your eyes rove over the crowd that grows as night outside deepens, it’s impossible to skip over the shape of him. His line of work has shaped him into something strong and solid; linebacker-size, a condition of which is to never feel comfortable on any chair.

Your eyes go wide for all of a second, betraying you. Momentarily desirous. Ghost sees it and feels it stir in him for once in years. No longer the perfunctory thing to be dealt with in the bathroom every morning after waking up, one calloused hand wrapped around his thick length, grunting with his release and then washing his hands off before getting started with the day’s errands.

Ghost waits until he’s nearly at the end of his glass before stepping from his chair, heading out the front door. Before he exits, he makes sure to catch eyes with you again, something significant passing between the two of you.

Cigarette in an alleyway beside the pub. Taking the glove off his hand so he can feel the cig between his fingers, feel the ash flake off past his knuckles. He’s leaning against the brick wall when you come out, apron tied demurely around your waist.

It’s you that breaks the silence first. “Hi—haven’t seen you around before.”

He stares into your eyes for a spell, taking another pull before he tosses the butt to the ground, snuffing it out under his boot. “Wouldn’t imagine you had.”

You take a couple steps closer, despite yourself. Despite the fact that you know what you’re broadcasting, the way you look up at him from under your lashes, cheeks dusted with a blush that’s hardly visible in the dim light but for the way you make it obvious with the rest of you.

“I just moved into town a couple days ago. Guess I’ll see you around more often—Gaz said you’re a regular.”

“‘Spose you could say that.” Time feels molasses slow for once; Ghost feels the edge of his lip curl up into something half-resembling a grin, in another time. “Don’t suppose you’re off for the night, are ya?”

Your legs around his waist are softer than anything he’s touched in years. It’s a near revelation. There’s something in him that grows frantic when he finally has you on your back on his navy sheets; the sparseness of his bedroom hardly seems worthy of having you in it, but he won’t pass up the opportunity. His eyes go half-lidded when he gets between your legs, tongue flicking over your clit and laving over you from hole to hole. Greedy for it.

His head spins when he finally slots himself over you and pumps into the soft warmth between your legs. The little bitten off noises, kitten-like moans that get trapped behind your teeth. Your arms are snaked around his neck, tightening like your pussy around his cock. His big hands clutch at your ass, squeezing into the flesh there; everything so soft.

“None of that, love,” Ghost grunts into your neck, sucking dark bruises into the softness there. Hoping they flare bright in the morning light. “Want you loud. Gonna imagine this every time I’m alone and hard on the rig. Perfect little cunt.”

When he makes you come, fingers rubbing at your clit until you squeak, nails digging into the muscle of his back, it burns into his memory. Time stilling for once, segmented only by your quick breaths in.

For the first time in longer than he can remember, his time off-shore can’t be long enough.

#cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #cod x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #cod simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost/reader #simon riley #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #ghost call of duty #ghost mwii #ceil writing #dont ask where im getting the energy to write this much itll vanish soon

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Ho? Ho ho ho? Already! Damn, the infidels are your pain in the ass… First Halloween, then Thanksgiving, and now it's Christmas. Your perpetually stoned and drunk roommate is constantly listening to remixes of Christmas classics, drinking eggnog and hanging up the colorful lights his mom sent him along with gingerbread and Christmas cookies. You swear the next time you hear "Last Christmas", you'll run amok. Somehow everyone here expects that from a Muslim like you anyway. Especially during Advent.

All you want is to finish your degree as quickly as possible and get back home to Egypt. With a computer science degree from the USA, you're king there. And finally far away from the infidels again. And thank Allah you don't make half as much fuss about Eid as the infidels here do about Christmas.

"All I want for Christmas is you…" Shit, are you already humming along to the music? No wonder, it's the purest brainwashing. But the music isn't bad. And be honest: you had a Christmas tree at home in Minnesota in December. Your parents emigrated to the USA 20 years before you were born. Of course you are circumcised. But you're basically a corn-fed guy from the Midwest.

Damn, your mom's cinnamon stars are the best cookies of all. The recipe is still from your great-grandmother from Swabia. Old family tradition. Even your father couldn't resist it. Perhaps you inherited the black hair and brown eyes from his ancestors in Egypt. But basically, you grew up in the traditions that your mother's family brought to the farm from Germany generations ago.

What you hate about Christmas is writing Christmas cards. But your family expects it. Your father's parents in particular, who once again can't come for Christmas and will be celebrating far away in Malmö, would be very unhappy if they didn't receive a card. You make every effort to write in correct Swedish. Speaking is admittedly better. It was cool to grow up as a blond boy trilingual in German, Swedish and English. They always called you "The Hun" or "The Viking" in football. Who cares, your qualities as a linebacker got you the scholarship after all.

Ho! You can hear your stupid, musky-smelling, muscle-bound roommate outside in the hallway. He's on the wrestling team. Not really in your league. But he sucks damn well. The door opens. You're prepared. Or rather, decorated.

"Ho ho ho, Dasher! I've hidden a present for you!" Your roommate gets down on one knee without hesitation. You love the Christmas season!

Xmas decoration found @swoleisthegoal

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #male transformation #muscle transformation #race change #xmas tf

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tjkl895 · 2 years

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OLB Carl Nassib (https://www.gettyimages.com/detail/news-photo/tampa-bay-buccaneers-linebacker-carl-nassib-drops-into-news-photo/1243183062)

#carl nassib #tampa bay buccaneers #buccaneers #football #outside linebacker #olb #nfl #nfc #compression tights #compression #men in tights #black

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thatharringrovehoe · 2 years

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Thinking of a harringrove childhood friends AU where Billy was originally born in Hawkins. Steve and him meet at the Hawkins community center during baby play group and are immediately inseparable. Steve seems to go through all his growth spurts at once, sprouting up the summer of third grade and towering over all the other kids when they get back to school. Billy goes to Steve's house almost every day that summer to sit with him in Steve's room and watch movies because the growing pains are so bad. Meanwhile Billy barely seems to grow at all, a premature baby and then a sickly kid that all the other boys poke fun at. He gets pushed into lockers and shoulder checked in the hall so often that no one notices all the bruises he's got are from home. They're best friends from diapers all the way up to middle school, Steve at Billy's side like a bull dog, ready to lay into anyone who messes with his best friend.

"You can't protect me all the time, Steve." Billy's words whistle through the gap where his missing baby tooth used to be. Steve puffs up like a peacock.

"I can so!"

"Nuh-uh."

"Yeah-huh!"

And Billy knows that Steve wouldn't, couldn't, win. Going up against Neil Hargrove. But.

"..Promise?"

Steve grabs Billy's face and smooshes his cheeks together, brown eyes big and beautiful and serious. There's a scrape on Steve's chin, raw and pink from where he smacked into the pavement during school today. David McKinney took Billy's dessert from his lunch box, an apple turnover his mom had made special, and chucked it into a puddle. Steve came out of nowhere and tackled the kid like a linebacker. Nine years old and ready to take on the world to keep Billy from hurting.

"I promise Bills. I'm always gunna protect you. Forever and ever."

Billy's heart flutters behind his ribcage, a flock of butterflies beneath bird bones.

"But why?"

His own dad knows he's worthless. Knows Billy is...wrong. And forever is such a long time to waste on a broken thing.

Steve scrunches up his nose, confused and pretty and Billy wants to hold his hand like in the movies. Like the ones his Ma cries over when his father isn't home.

"Because I love you, dummy."

And they're to young to know what it means but old enough to know that it's true. Billy reaches out, knuckles brushing Steve's in a question.

"BILLY!"

They both jump. Neil's truck rumbles ominously in the Harrington's driveway outside. He doesn't want to go home. Billy wonders if Steve would tackle his dad if he asked him to.

The next day Steve finds out that Neil moved him and Billy out of Hawkins that very night. His Ma had skipped town and left behind her little boy to a monster.

Steve cries for a month straight. The world keeps turning, seasons change and years go by. He grows out of his awkward stage and all the girls want to talk to him, but none of them fill the hole in his chest. He throws parties and drinks with all the other kids and wonders every day if Billy thinks of him at all, out there surfing the Pacific with the sun bleaching his curls.

And it's not until senior year during Tina's Halloween party that Steve gets an answer. Because Tommy Hagen comes bounding out of the crowd, smile sharp and mean while the people behind him part like the red sea, the new kid he's heard people talking about making a beeline straight for Steve. Eyes locked, unwavering.

"Got ourselves a new keg king Harrington!"

Steve can't hear him. Can't hear anything over the 'thud thud thud' of his heartbeat in his ears. And it's been seven fucking years and a whole lot of puberty since Steve saw him last, but he would recognize those eyes anywhere. His best friend is built like a brick shit house and covered in leather and cheap beer and spit and Steve doesn't know if he wants to cry or drop to his god damn knees.

Probably both.

Billy's smiling something wicked, tongue caught in his teeth while he gets up real close. Steve wants to bury his face in Billy's neck and hold on to him until the walls fall down around them. His voice is so much deeper than the crackly squeak it was when they were just kids.

"Miss me, pretty boy?"

And Steve feels like he should say something clever. Something cool and suave and more put together than 'I think when you left for California, you took a piece of me with you' or 'I go out of my way to pass by your old house every day after school and it's not even on my route'.

What comes out is a shaky "Yeah. A whole fucking lot, actually"

Billy looks pleased. Relieved almost. Like he didn't think Steve would care. As if Steve could ever forget about someone like Billy.

"Oh yeah? You waiting for me or somethin?"

Steve knows what Billy's looking to hear. The party goes on around them, Tommy looking more confused by the second. Steve couldn't give less of a shit.

"Yeah Bills." He says. "Forever and ever."

#I'm writing a fic for this but i figured I'd post the original discord blurb that inspired it #childhood friends AU #harringrove #Steve Harrington #Billy Hargrove #discord blurbs #that hoe writes

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by the shore…

A calming vacation in Wind's timeline, seashell picking, storytelling, braiding and the navigation the sailor waited for so long. The downside? A vacation never last forever.

character — Wind, platonic.

cw — mild angst (Wind recalls ww journey), fluff, reader is called young'un once (doesn't mean they're young if we consider who is talking), just Wind + Reader + Aryll moments.

reader is like the big sibling who Aryll and Link want to impress, i think it's a really wholesome setting so i vibed with it and threw the angst i planned for out the window. a plus: i believe in lineback personality development and that he visits wind from time to time.

It was a rare peaceful day. The group had landed on Wind's Hyrule after so long and he was excited to introduce everyone to his family and friends, and they were more than accepting to the whole group, even giving you all a true place to rest, a little cramped over some of their houses, but welcoming nonetheless.

You stayed in Wind's house, his grandma and sister telling stories of his even younger days, stories you had already heard from the boy himself, but were entertaining to hear over and over again.

The older woman offered you a bowl of soup, one the sailor relentlessly ranted on and on about how it was the best in the world, and honestly, you'd have to agree with him, it just had this taste that screamed home, unlikely anything you had eaten during the journey and reminded yourself of your own place. Not that Wild cooking was bad, of course not, it just didn't have the same feeling that made you feel like crying.

And when it was time to rest for the next day, you insisted on sleeping on the floor, which only ended with the three of you — yes, three, as his little sister glued to your side as soon as she locked eyes with you — sleeping sprawled to the floor, both of the kids pressed to your sides as they rambled about the games you could play together or even urging you to tell more stories about your own land. Of course Wind already knew them all, but the way his sisters eyes lit made him excited enough to hear them all over again.

And most importantly, the promises Wind made to show you all of the islands around, it'd be hard on his own, but Tetra and Lineback were... reluctantly convinced to allow them in their ship should the need arise, and of course he'd take this as a chance to show off his homeland.

It was a peaceful night, full of cheerful laughs and unfinished stories, and mostly, hopes for the next sunrise.

What you didn't expect however, was to have Aryll shaking you awake in full strength — and what an amazing strength she had for a kid —, not even caring for your bleary eyed state as she pushed you through the door and outside the house, a basket full of food in hand, as she happily screamed her brother's name, which in turn took the attention of all the other eight heroes, who were all idly by the shore.

You nodded to the heroes who greeted you back, then turning your attention back to the pair of siblings as they almost hung off your arms, fighting about what you should see first, going with the final decision of visiting the watchtower.

Warriors went along with the three of you, mostly to “keep the kids safe” he said, but you knew he was as curious as you about the whole place, and when Wind didn't offer more than a “I'm not a kid” as a protest he knew it meant he was partially allowed to tag along.

The group of four, with the newly acquired addition, took off, not taking long to arrive in your destination as you ran behind the youngest hero, barefooted and gleeful.

“Were here!” The sailor giggled, not minding as Aryll started climbing the stairs first, barely looking back at the group. “Now you'll see just how beautiful my Hyrule is.” His chest puffed up proudly and you laughed, following as he urged you to climb too.

You could hear the captain and the sailor discussing right below you, the older man giving the whole ordeal a whole pass when he noticed just how much he had to climb, carrying along his weighty armor, to reach the topmost part, listening as the younger one snickered a “lazy”, quickly going up the stairs, before the man could get him.

When you finally reached the top, you could feel your legs would definitely be sore later. You laid on the floor, barely caring as they fought over who would use the telescope first, not minding when a pouty Link came over to you, a triumphant Aryll holding the object she had successfully stolen from her brother in hands.

You patted the blonde hair of the boy, but when Aryll noticed it a huge whine left her lips.

“It's not fair! You spent all this time with [Name] and you still get their attention now?” She pouted, running to your side, clutching to the sides of your shirt.

You could only laugh at their antics, extending your arm so the girl could curl up to your other side, which she promptly did, the item still tightly clutched in her arms.

With a quick glance to the side, something caught your attention, a huge tower rising from the depths of the ocean, completely unlikely any other construction around.

“What's that?” You asked, propping yourself in your elbows as both of the kids followed your line of sight.

“The tower of the gods.” The sailor answered indifferently, as he leaned closer to the watchtower edge to have a better look.

Aryll beamed, puffing proudly as she retold the tale she heard many times from her brother.

“It's were he got the Master Sword capable of defeating the evil. He wiped the monsters around and the gods recognized he had the spirit of a true hero!” She said as the boy ruffled her hair, shushing her.

“It's nothing special, the sword lost it's power as soon as I defeated the big bird, so what use was it? A whole month just for that.” He sighed, eyes looking distant as he stared into the the tower as if remembering something, someone, far beyond his reach, eyes then shifting to another isle.

Aryll turned eerily quiet after that, mouth pressed to a thin line, her expression made you sure of something.

It was way more than a month.

The boy had spent so long in that hellish place, he probably wasn't even able to keep track of time, besides, who knew what else could've happened for him to look so distant when just the sound of another adventure would make him bounce back to his feet.

“Then... Is there any island your particularly like over the others?” You tried, gauging the younger one reaction.

He stared over for a moment, seemingly thinking, before he brightened back up.

“A few actually!” He looked around as if looking for something. “There are the Fairy Islands—” He pointed to four directions, to which you could barely see a tiny island holding what looked like a giant seashell. “The Pawprint Island—” Then at another one, close enough for you to distinguish the funny shape that was just like it's name. “And then my Oasis!” Now he directed to a far bigger island, not that far out of reach.

You were going to ask him about the islands, when he suddenly jumped to his feet, hands clasping together.

“Right! My oasis! Follow me! ” He didn't look back before sliding down the stairs, running back to the village, looking for someone.

You and Aryll didn't have much choice but to follow him, barely catching with the little pirate as he stopped right in front of a black haired man, who looked eerily like a scammer, the boy ranting something about a SS Lineback as the man seemed just about ready to keel over and cry.

“I can lend it to you, but please, please, don't try any of that funny business of yours again. I see a scratch on it and I'm gonna fine you, boy.” The man, Lineback as he introduced himself, lectured the blonde, tired face enough to tell you he knew those words would go in one ear and out the other the moment he turned back.

“C'mon, I already said I'll take care of it! I didn't even damage it too much last time.” Link pouted and Lineback looked ready to throw hands, sighing as he ran his hands through his face.

“Alright, alright, do what you do, boy, I know you're not gonna listen anyway. You know how to start the thing, so go on your way before I regret it.” He waved the boy off, turning back when the young hero started to run back to the beach.

“You're not gonna come with us... Mr. Lineback?”You asked unsure and he looked back at you, scoffing without much ill intention.

“Just Lineback is fine, young'un, and I'm never getting into the same boat as him again, he gave me enough troubles back in the time.” He smiled, and only now you could notice his laid back nature, somehow reminding you of a true sailor, the ones from old fashioned tales.

You nodded in agreement, turning back when you heard the siblings shouting your name for you to go over to them, waving to the man and running back to them.

The party of ten was ready, only waiting for you, the last member to join them. Warriors and Twilight chatted away with the pair of elderly brothers, Sturgeon and Orca, who for once seemed to be agreeing on something. Wild seemed to be teaching Hyrule and a few kids how to catch fishes barehanded, Four seemed to be rambling about the quality of the boat husk to Wind who just nodded along while setting the sail so they could depart.

You couldn't spot Time, Sky and Legend, so you could only assume they were at the lower deck preparing things.

Aryll hurried you into the steamboat, the sailor soon whistling so everyone would get on board.

It didn't take long for you to take off, the young hero using the Wind Waker to guide the boat along the way.

The vehicle moved much faster than you could imagine, and the air around the group was light, except for the few that seemed down with seasickness, it was a good journey, the sound of the waves crashed against the wood and metal plates, almost licking into your face when you leaned a little too close to the rails keeping you inside the boat, the pair of siblings starting a chant only the two of them knew, but seemed familiar enough so the rest could follow along in the noise.

The travel was filled with laughter and jokes, barely three days turning when you finally reached the oasis, much sooner than you had expected at first.

Aryll happened to be feeding you some fruits she had taken along the food supplies, as you ran your hand through Wind's hair, the sleeping boy sprawled across your lap while you stayed at the deck, along with a few resting heroes.

Time walked down the stairs, announcing the arrival, wasn't the rumbling of the docking enough of a tell to all of the others.

As much as everyone wanted to jump right into action and explore the whole island, the navigation had left them much worse for wear than they expected at first, so it was mostly a relaxing day, holed up into the fancy, little — it wasn't little, really, it was actually far bigger than any vacation home you had ever seen— cabin, getting to know the grumpy, yet dextrous butler and about the last few owners of that place.

That night everyone had plenty of rest, resting finally each into a real bed, tranquil and unbothered by the evil that they would have to battle sometime soon, only relaxing for now, allowing themselves to forget about their destiny.

The next morning had the same air of serenity, Wild helped the butler as they cooked and shared recipes, a group of few feeding some seagulls who Aryll seemed to have attracted near the house, others sunbathing near the lake.

You made part of the latter, stretched out in the grassy field as Wind and Twilight made it a game to throw themselves into the water, splashing water everywhere, including in you.

Just as you were about to cuss at them, the Twili hero pulled you to the water, brute, unfiltered strength sending you toppling into the water, far too disoriented to even react as the water entered your lungs. Fortunately you were quick enough to grab at the man before fully submerging, evicting him to the same fate as yours, his arms snatching around you before pulling out of the water with a clear pout from his failed stunt.

You tried to frown at his antic, however when you saw the strange shape his hair stood in, covering almost all of his face as some of its strands stood up like crooked ears, you could only laugh, comparing the man to a wet dog, his pout only getting bigger.

The sailor didn't wait before joining in making fun of the rancher, even blowing some wind so his hair got even messier.

At noon you were already out of the water, belly full with the hearty fish meal Wild had learned how to cook with the butler, you sat leaning against the old leather sofa, little Aryll sitting in between your legs as you tried to braid her hair, Wind lazily dictating how you should twist her hair so the braid would turn out pretty enough, as he laid on the sofa right behind you.

It could be only a few days you had spent lazing around, soon having to depart to chase after the evil yet again, but it was a much needed vacation nonetheless, one that certainly would stay in your mind for the many years to come.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #lu wind #fungi's delicacies

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sortagaysortahigh · 2 years

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Still Into You | Eddie Munson

A/N: Hi besties, here she is, my first Eddie Munson enemies to lovers(ish) fic, this is definitely way longer than expected and honestly it’s been a hot minute since I’ve sat down and finished a fic so thank you to the Stranger Things Gods for bringing me out of my writing hiatus. This fic also has a Black coded reader because she’s a Sinclair, however it can be ready by anyone regardless of race or ethnicity <3 ALSO THIS IS SPOILER FREE!

Summary: As enemies or as lovers, they were fine with either, after all fourth grade left a lasting impact on them both.

Warnings: Cussing, spelling and grammatical errors (sorry baes I don’t believe in editing), slight angst, mention of drugs + drug dealing, mentions of on going insecurity, slight mentions of violence, mentions of p*rn*gr*phy (i.e, the adult video section at movie rental places), and the reader being a bitch (as she should)

Word Count: 12.5k (she’s a long one, at least for me)

Eddie Munson x Sinclair!Fem!Reader

Every Thursday Y/n Sinclair had a routine, it was a simple routine, she would wake up at seven in the morning and be ready by eight-by ready that typically meant her hair would be done but she would throw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, sometimes pants depending on the weather outside. After that she drove her younger siblings to school, dropping Erica off first, then Lucas.

Some days Lucas stayed over at one of his friends' houses-so she’d just drop Erica off. Then she’d make her way back home, stopping by the local donut shop to pick up her favorite chocolate glazed donut with sprinkles-the sprinkles were a necessity.

After that she made her way to the local library, spending the day studying and completing any assignments or research she’d been procrastinating on. She’d always been a great student-however when things came down to it she couldn’t afford to go to college out of state alongside the fact that she didn’t want to go to college both played a key role in her decision to pursue an Associates of Arts degree at the local community college a town over.

Once she finished at the library 1pm was rolling around-meaning she would make her way across town to the Hawkins Middle School parking lot, where she’d read for around half an hour before Erica and her posse of obnoxious attitude ridden eighth graders would follow her-sometimes begging for a ride home from the eldest Sinclair while trying to win her over with flattery-to which she’d roll her eyes and tell the younger girls to get it.

By the time she finished dropping off Erica’s friends they’d looped back around to Hawkins to pick up Lucas. However her routine changed today when Lucas hadn’t come out on time-rather an hour passed before Y/n left the car with Erica in tow and walked throughout the school while peaking into the different club meetings trying to find him.

Of course most older sisters would simply assume he’d joined a club, and would’ve turned around and driven home-however after the past two years they had-she had to make sure he hadn’t decided to go on another supernatural ‘chasing monsters’ adventure with Dustin and Mike.

When she realized where he was-she regretted even stepping foot into the school-trying to usher Erica away from the slightly ajar classroom door full of teenage boys playing Dungeons and Dragons in a somewhat dark room lit by faux candles. Of course she wasn’t mad at Lucas, Mike, or Dustin, actually she was happy they found a place at the highschool after their first month of complaining about being losers in combination with Y/n having to go to the school and tell off a few of the junior and senior girls that decided they had the right to bully her younger brothers.

”Girl get off of me, you’re not my mother, stop trying to push me down the hallway! When did you get so strong anyways, what are you a damn linebacker?”

One thing about Erica Sinclair was that she could never keep her mouth shut-granted she’d picked the habit up from her eldest sister-and in times like this it really showed.

“You’re gonna embarrass us if you don’t stop trying to act like hot shit, you have literal bright pink bows in your hair, shut it up and start walking before I drag you by those uneven pigtails-you need to let mom do your hair instead of trying to do it yourself.” her younger sister gasped, eyes wide, jaw dropped, as she processed her sister’s words-however before Erica could formulate a response the door they were a foot away from swung open.

“Can you two take your little argument somewhere else-we’re in the middle of a campaign here-wait a second-Sinclair?” before she could respond to him-the sound of Lucas’s voice was heard “Yeah Eddie?” the tall brunette quickly looked behind him into the room “not you-your sister” with that he turned back to face Y/n who was now clenching her jaw in annoyance while pushing Erica away by placing a hand on her sister’s face and shoving her slightly.

“Now to what do I owe the honor? The retired Queen of Hawkins High herself-Y/n Sinclair in my presence” she scoffed, now crossing her arms across her chest while watching Eddie’s theatrics, he now placed one arm behind his back-the other in front of his chest while bowing before her, the smirk on his face evident as he stood back up-stepping closer then leaning against the door frame.

It was no secret that Y/n was deemed as the Queen of Hawkins High throughout the later years she attended the school, however it wasn’t something that she formed her personality around, nor was it something that she openly embraced. Truth be told the entire reason she was so ‘popular’ was simply because she was an athlete. The girl was a varsity cheerleader for four years, and she’d won homecoming princess her junior year when the cheerleaders practically forced her to run, which followed with homecoming queen her senior year and she ran for Prom Queen after Nancy and Steve were committed to making sure Carol wouldn’t win.

People liked Y/n, she was real, and she wasn’t a bully like most of the self proclaimed ‘royalty’ of Hawkins high. She was the only person that would put a stop to the endless bullying and teasing that everyone witnessed at the hands of Tommy, Carol, and their mindless minions-hell the girl was known for punching Tommy in the face their junior year after he tried to corner Nancy Wheeler.

However, Y/n didn’t like people-she wasn’t a people person by choice, she did what she had to, to make her high school experience more enjoyable. She wasn’t going to let anyone walk all over her-hence her efforts to ensure the same thing would not happen to her younger brother-and the other two that she basically co-parented with Steve Harrington.

People always called Y/n their friend although she did not reciprocate the same energy or friendship. She viewed friendship as something important and close to her heart-hence the reason her personal social circle was so small. Yeah the girl used to smile and wave at anyone who glanced her way, even continuing conversations that were randomly sparked on a whim to see if the ‘queen B was as nice as they say she is’, of course there were also the people who saw through the nice facade she’d built up.

People like Eddie Munson. She couldn’t stand him, he was always two steps ahead of her, cutting her off mid sentence, or making small slick comment such as ‘you don’t really like them as much as you say you do huh’ or ‘y’know I like you better when you’re being a stone cold bitch y/n’ and of course her favorite ‘Here yee, here yee, the Queen has arrived’.

The two of them had grown up in Hawkins, paths always crossing one way or another. They’d been neighbors for a short period of time before his Mom skipped town, then of course the fact that his Uncle and Y/n’s father fought in the Vietnam war together meant that every now and then her father would ask ‘how’s that Munson boy-Wayne gave me a real show at Poker night last week’ or something along the lines of that, but as the years went by her father asked less and less about Eddie.

That didn’t mean the boy wasn’t around her, being a pesky nuisance. He painted himself as a social reject, and when Tommy decided to label him as Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson he went along with it, and sure Y/n did jump in to defend Eddie when his name was brought up in conversation with the group but that didn’t mean she liked him, it was simply because she defended everyone who’s name was thrown around by the town douchebags.

“Oh fuck off Munson. I just needed to know where my brother was, and now that I do-what time do you nerds wrap this up? Figure I’ll take my two other children home too” He furrowed his brows for a second before nodding his head.

All the while Erica just looked between the two, her brows knit together while she tried to piece how her sister knew Eddie-and why he looked like he was in love with her older bitchier sister. Then again, Y/n looked like she wanted to bite his head off like the praying mantises Erica learned about in her science class last year.

“Oh come on, you shouldn’t talk to your ex boyfriend like that princess! We were practically in love y’know” Y/n scoffed, nostrils flaring as she furrowed her brows and frowned slightly, the evident look of disgust on her features only making Eddie smile more as he ignored the continuous protests from his fellow club members all complaining about continuing the campaign instead of watching Eddie flirt with Lucas’s sister.

“Munson, we “dated” for two weeks in the fourth grade. Once again, fuck off” He placed a hand over his heart, leaning forward slightly, letting out a dramatic sigh before standing back up, raising his left brow-the look almost challenging her.

“Y’know Sinclair-you can admit that you like having me around-probably even miss me sometimes” His confident tone set Y/n off, her fists clenched at her sides now as she let out a deep breath, closing her eyes for a few moments before opening them again-the few seconds that her eyes were closed Eddie wasted no time in taking in her entire appearance-the baggy ‘Hawkins Cheerleading’ t-shirt in combination with her daisy dukes that were just short enough but not too short had his lips slightly parted.

“Aw how sweet, you think I actually want you breathing my air? I’d rather get jumped by four large Russian men in an underground tunnel while being drugged” The memory had Erica’s brows knit together once again, glancing up at her older sister with a look of shock on her face. Of course Erica knew that anyone who hadn’t been there wouldn’t understand it-but she still remembered seeing her older sister getting dragged down that cold metal hallway as she crawled through the air vents above.

Eddie looked visibly confused, nodding his head a few times while puckering his lips. Something about Y/n had always made his heart race, after all she was his first crush ever-and his first girlfriend-not to mention his first kiss. Although it was chaste and didn’t last very long-he still remembered it and he knew she did as well.

“That’s oddly specific princess-but if you want to play hard to get then so be it-I love a good challenge” she scoffed, her jaw dropping slightly before she rolled her eyes and shoved past him, their shoulders bumping as she walked into the classroom, all of the Hellfire club members now looking at her while she let out a deep sigh, her eyes searching for Lucas-and when they made eye contact her younger brother looked mortified.

“Okay dorks, since your almighty lord and savior Edward won’t tell me when your campaign ends-when does it end” it seemed as if all of the guys in the room were afraid of her as she stood there, blinking a few times, brows raised, moving her hands together in a ‘wrap it up’ circular motion as she waited for someone to answer her.

“Y/n-haha about the time thing-it ends at 8” she looked taken aback for a moment as Dustin answered her, and that only made his eyes widen when he processed that today was Thursday. On Thursday nights at eight she went to the local diner to get a milkshake with Robin. She’d been doing it for months at this point-and everyone knew it was a part of her Thursday routine-something she valued.

“Oh shit it’s Thursday” Mike spoke next, glancing between Lucas and Dustin, the three of them now staring at each other looking frantic. Part of her was irritated by the abrupt interruption to her entire Thursday routine, but the other part was happy they were happy-granted she would prefer their happiness without Munson.

“Sorry uh-Y/n-not to ask a stupid question but uh is that everything you need? We’re kind of at a really important moment-not to like upset you or anything” she sighed, glancing at Gareth, taking a moment to roll her shoulders back while he spoke-trying to appear more relaxed and less irritated. She knew she was technically barging in on their club meeting and of course no one appreciates an abrupt pause-sure she wanted to wring Eddie’s neck for even assuming that he had a chance with her to have anything other than a ‘Hi Princess’ ‘Fuck off Munson’ relationship with her, but that was no excuse to be a bitch to any of the guys.

“Gareth-it’s cool, I’ll go, sorry for the barging in and shouting in the hallway-she’s just an overactive ass-” Erica scoffed from the doorway “and you’re a loud mouthed jester” Y/n took a moment to glance over her shoulder, ignoring the way Eddie’s eyes immediately snapped up from her ass to her face. “-shut it before I drop you off in the middle of the woods at night”

“Anyways, me and the mouse over there are leaving. Lukiepooh, Mikeybear, and Dustybun I’ll see you at eight-promptly or you’re next on my shit list. I gotta go reschedule my date with Rob now-bye nerds'' She spoke in a playful tone, all of the guys exchanged looks outside of Eddie, the way she said ‘nerds’ or ‘dork’ was never malicious, rather she smiled at them before turning around, flashing Eddie another dirty look on the way out.

She hadn’t expected him to follow behind her, but Erica cleared her throat, causing Y/n to turn back slightly, pausing her steps.

He stopped walking too, a few feet away from the Sinclair sisters, brows furrowed while he wrapped one arm around his waist, the other moving so that his hand could grab his hair, slightly pushing it towards his face-the motion made him look somewhat shy or even nervous and that confused Y/n.

“So you uh-have a date?” she shrugged “Is that a concern to you Munson?” something about him always bothered her, even now when he looked-well he looked like that. She could never describe it-even when she still attended Hawkins-anytime they crossed paths, made eye contact across a classroom or the cafeteria, or even when she’d stop Tommy from bothering him and his friends-there was always something else there-something that was undeniable yet unexplainable and that only bothered her more.

“I feel like it should be, after all I am after your heart” she scoffed, rolling her eyes then turned around, grabbing Erica’s arm and pulling her to walk while responding “whatever Munson”.

The car ride was mostly silent until Erica realized the two of them were at Family Video-not their neighborhood. Then she finally sat up in the Jaguar’s leather front seat, shifting her body to face her older sister.

“What the hell was that!” y/n glanced at Erica, letting out a small sigh as she shifted her thick voluminous blown out curls away from her face. “It was nothing okay.” the youngest Sinclair shook her head “You’re such a liar! He’s so into you!”

“Yeah sure he is Erica, he’s just an ass that likes to annoy me.” Erica shook her head, pursing her lips while raising a brow at her sister “Ain’t no way! The way he was staring at you! You’re lying! It doesn’t take some super genius to see that”

Y/n groaned, rolling her eyes and opening the car door, forcing Erica to follow suit as they walked into the video store.

Little did she know, across town in the same classroom she’d recently left, Mike, Dustin, and Lucas were all trying to piece things together as well-mostly because when Eddie walked back into the room, he was smiling from ear to ear and there was a slight red flush to his face.

After thirty minutes of whispering between roles, Lucas finally cleared his throat and declared a time out. “Eddie, are you and my sister a thing?” he stared at the older boy “c’mon-what was that? I’ve never seen her like that-like ever and she’s my sister! I’ve known her my entire life!” Lucas sat there, waiting for a response, the other guys at the table nodding their heads before joining the conversation.

Gareth spoke first “Honestly-no offense Lucas-but I expected her to be a bitch. Everyone kind of assumed that she was nice as an act-and I didn’t even know that she knew my name. But that’s probably the meanest I’ve ever seen her be-and she apologized to us?” Jeff nodded alongside one of the other club members.

“That’s true-Y/n’s always been intimidating-when she was here she basically ran the entire school-she decked Tommy H. in the face my freshman year-that shit was terrifying” It was clear that Jeff was thinking of the memory, seeing Y/n pull Tommy back by the right shoulder of his leather varsity jacket and the few seconds that followed were something out of a movie, the sound of Nancy’s ‘Y/n! It’s fine! Stop!’ followed by the sound of Y/n’s fist making contact with Tommy’s jaw almost echoed throughout the hallway.

Everyone who was there would never forget that moment, especially the way Tommy stumbled back a few steps, blinking while holding his face, slightly hunched over, his lip bleeding and a look of pure shock on his face. The moment followed by Y/n kneeing him in the abdomen to seal the deal before checking on Nancy, her entire demeanor shifted as she made sure her friend was alright.

“That was probably the most attractive thing I’ve ever seen-I wanted to drop down on one knee and propose to her” Eddie spoke, gaining everyone else’s attention as he stared off in the distance, his elbows leaning into the table as his chin rested in the palms of his hands.

“So you’re telling me this entire time…you and Y/n have known each other?” he nodded his head at Mike’s question. “Yeah, Hawkins isn’t a huge town boys, course I knew Sinclair’s hot mean sister” Before Lucas could respond Mike did, the look of horror on his face “Hey! That’s basically my sister!”

“Can you please answer the important question here?!” Lucas’s mortified expression didn’t go unnoticed by his fellow club members-sure Eddie and Y/n together would be kind of cool-Lucas looked up to Eddie in a way. He knew Eddie had his flaws, no one who repeated their senior year more than once was perfect-but Eddie had a good heart, and he was a metaphorical king among the ‘nerds’, he took kids under his wing and gave them a space to belong at Hawkins. He wasn’t mad, he was just confused.

“To answer your question, my dear Sundar the Bold, no the Queen and I are not dating, rather she can’t stand me and I’m after nothing but our fair ladies heart and somehow every time I get close-she slips through my fingers.”

That response was all Lucas needed, and based on the way Dustin looked at him, followed by Mike’s look-the three of them were already on board with one another.

That night on the drive home the boys all bombarded Y/n with questions about her relationship-or lack thereof-with their Dungeon Master. So much that she responded to all of them with “Shut the hell up! Yes I know Munson! We’re not friends! We’re not anything! Let the shit go!” then she commenced to ignoring all of them as she pulled into her driveway, all of them walking into the house with Chinese takeout in their hands.

The week that followed she did her best to dodge any questions brought to her, instead she focused more on her priorities and watched the few episodes of Designing Women that she would usually catch up on on Thursdays. She went to her classes, gave a presentation on the male gaze’s impact on historical portraiture that she’d been working on for weeks, and worked her usual shifts at Family Video with Steve and Robin.

She’d done a great job at avoiding the topic of Eddie Munson, especially because it was as if everywhere she turned, one of the boys or Erica was bringing him up, asking her questions about how they knew each other, what happened in Fourth grade, and how they went from being friends (according to Eddie) to Y/n completely avoiding him as a topic of conversation, and walking right past him during her time at Hawkins High.

That was until Eddie strolled into Family Video wearing his usual denim vest, leather jacket combo, alongside a pair of fitted black ripped jeans and his worn in docs. His hair was in it’s usual curly messy state and he sported a wide smile on his face the second he noticed Y/n behind the counter rewinding tapes while humming along to the Iron Maiden song playing in the background.

He knew she hadn’t noticed him-which gave him just enough time to trace his eyes along her figure, her voluminous hair framed her face perfectly, the look of concentration evident on her face-brows knit together in the same way that Lucas’s and Erica’s did, and she stuck her tongue out ever so slightly as her teeth lightly bit down on it, only seen when one really focused on her slightly parted lips.

He took in the slightly oversized Aerosmith shirt tucked into her black jeans alongside the dark green Family Video vest made him smile-she was so different than most of the girls she’d been grouped together with in school, and even now, he knew she was in school, and he knew that she wanted to pursue art-all things he’d overheard from Lucas’s conversations-things that he kept noted because Eddie Munson was head over heels.

She spun on her heel, grabbing the next bin of tapes that needed to be rewinded, lost in her own world until she dropped a tape, mumbling ‘shit’ while squatting down and picking it up, then when she finally stood up did she notice Eddie leaning against the counter, a dopey smile on his face while he looked at her.

Y/n let out a sigh, placing the tape on the counter next to the VCR and computer, before placing a hand on her hip.

“What do you want Munson” he raised a brow, the same smile on his face “Do you want my real answer, or do you want the Family Video related answer” she scoffed, rolling her eyes-already having an idea of what he was going to say based on her answer.

“You look beautiful today M’lady” she nodded her head, now shifting her weight to her left foot while crossing her arms over her chest “Flatter won’t get you far. If you don’t have any returns or rentals, you can go” he nodded his head a few times “what if I want a recommendation”

Before he could open his mouth to speak Y/n was quick to shout for Robin, yelling “Rob! C’mere” while glancing towards the Adult section of the store. Robin had lost their game of rock, paper, scissors which forced her to do the sorting and restocking of their very graphic Adult section-also known as their self proclaimed ‘section of doom’.

Eddie straightened up, fully expecting a man to walk through the beaded curtains, he would finally know who Rob was-and in his head who his competition was. Of course when it came to Y/n his competition was never ending, she had people throwing themselves at her for years-and yet he’d never actually seen her give anyone the time of day except for her ex from sophomore year.

However when the dirty blonde walked through the curtains, swatting at them in a spastic motion while adusting her short bob-cut hair he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Sure women were competition-but Eddie had seen Y/n with Robin before and he knew they were just friends-he just had no idea what her name was.

“Don’t look too happy, Munson. You want a recommendation, Rob can give you one. I have a job to do” with that she turned back around, doing her best to ignore the almost burning feeling of Eddie’s stare, her gaze focused on the vcr in front of her as she placed a copy of the animated version of Lord of The Rings into the machine, proceeding to rewind it.

Yet when she glanced over at him, he was quick to make eye contact with her while Robin talked about different horror flicks, going on and on about the different genres of horror and what the store had to offer. Y/n loved how much Robin talked, most people were bothered by the girl’s high energy-however she was the straw to Y/n’s berry. The two were like two peas in a pod the second they’d met in the girl’s bathroom Y/n’s junior year.

Robin had been crying about getting rejected, and Y/n was the only person who didn’t ignore the sounds of choked sobs and sniffles coming from the large stall. The two of them ended up sitting on the dingy bathroom floor for two hours together, talking and laughing, Y/n reassuring Robin that whoever rejected her was just an asshole who couldn’t see what was in front of them.

Eventually when she got a job at Scoops Ahoy with Robin, she’d introduced the girl to Steve after forcing Steve to put in a job application-knowing that the boy hadn’t done much since graduation and was living in a post-highschool rut.

Of course the whole Russians in Hawkins, Mindflare possessions, fighting in the upside down and regular world, plus everything else that had gone on at that god forsaken mall only brought the three closer together, which led them all to applying to the understaffed Family Video

“These are all amazing recommendations-really but I need to talk to her” he pointed at Y/n, who was back to rewinding tapes and doing her best to alphabetize the box of rewound tapes so it’d be easier for Steve to stock them back on the shelves. She was more focused on figuring out why a copy of Grease wouldn’t properly rewind than she was on Eddie and Robin-which is why the second Eddie lightly smacked the counter to her right she jumped, immediately meeting his stare.

“Jesus Munson, can you not take a hint?” he placed a hand on his chin for a moment, raising a brow and nodding his head, mimicking a thinking pose. “I don’t think so no-not when it comes to the girl of my dreams” she scoffed “yeah okay Munson.” She rolled her eyes, going back to looking at the tape in front of her, popping the front of the black plastic case off of it, groaning at the sight of the tangled tape.

Before she could try to fix it-something she was terrible at-Eddie reached across the counter-grabbing it from her hands and examining it before he started carefully unraveling the tape, then he started rolling it back around-it seemed so effortless to him-and for the first time in a long time-Y/n found herself staring at him without her usual bitchy expression.

Her eyes were focused on his hands, watching him fix the tape that would’ve taken her at least half an hour to figure out.

“You should try dropping the attitude every now and then-it’s a good look on you” she blinked a few times, her gaze now meeting his while he stared at her, a small smile on his lips when she didn’t roll her eyes at him.

“I don’t have an attitude.” He raised a single brow “mmm I don’t think so, it’s usually there, and you stand all tense with your shoulders raised and jaw clenched. You’ve kind of always stood like that too” she rolled her eyes “I do not stand like that Eddie” the name slipped past her lips before she thought about it, and for a second it felt like Eddie had finally slipped through a crack, that he was finally getting through her walls.

“Yes you do” he mimicked her, raising his shoulders slightly, clenching his jaw and furrowing his brows, then he tilted his head up slightly “This is literally how you walk around, you also cross your arms a lot and occasionally you slightly stand on your toes to seem taller than you are” she tilted her head slightly, somewhat taken aback by how much he actually paid attention to her.

The two were almost in their own world, both of them too distracted by one another to notice Robin whispering on the store phone a few feet away.

“Yes he’s here-they’re talking and like she seems super into it, she’s not even being mean-and y’know how she stands all stiff and stuff right now she looks totally relaxed” Robin whispered into the phone, glancing over at Eddie and Y/n, her hand cupping the bottom of the phone as she held it against her face, trying her best to keep whispering while she spoke to Dustin, Lucas, and Mike-well technically it was the Wheeler residence’s phone, however the other two were hovering over it as well.

“We’ve been trying to get her to open up to him! She keeps brushing us off!” Dustin’s voice was heard through the phone while Robin nodded her head, listening as Lucas spoke next “We didn’t think he would actually show up, he kept going on about how she’d kick him out or ignore him”

“Well I can see why, she’s been ignoring him for years at this point, I feel like we have to figure out why she hates him-because there’s no way she actually hates him-Oh my god-guys-she’s smiling and laughing-I repeat she’s smiling and laughing”

It took everything in Robin not to start smiling and squealing, she was easily recruited for ‘Operation Fourth Grade to Forever’, granted none of them knew what happened in fourth grade, or why the two went from being friends to Y/n wanting nothing to do with him, but that was the entire point of the operation. Besides they were all looking for something to do-they had more free time on their hands after the gate was closed-so what better way than to help young love blossom.

Y/n found herself laughing at Eddie’s jokes and his mimicking of her uptight posture, she rolled her eyes playfully while taking the fixed tape from his outstretched hand.

“Thank you, that would’ve taken me hours” he laughed, a small smile on his face “I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I’d let you suffer through that” she let out a small giggle at that, rolling her eyes at his flirty tone as she tried to stop the smile on her face-rather it was her smiling upside down-leading both Eddie and Robin to smile.

But their moment felt like it was stomped on when Steve rushed into the store, slipping on his vest, making the bell above the door ding back and forth a few times.

“Shit I’m late-sorry guys-got caught up with this girl-” he paused when he noticed Eddie across from Y/n, the both of them now glancing over at him, then his eyes moved to Robin who was still on the phone, but she quickly moved her hand away to make it seem like a casual phone call made to the store.

“Store’s pretty dead I guess.” his tone shift was evident, and he eyed Eddie, who simply put his hands up in a surrendering motion, then he glanced over at Y/n again “do you want to maybe, hang out, maybe go see Labyrinth sometime?-for uh old times sake” he rushed the last part, heat rushing through his neck, towards his ears, and the red flush slightly moving into his cheeks.

Before she could answer Steve did it for her “she can’t we’re already seeing that with Robin. Sorry Eddie, anything else you need? I can help you” Y/n blinked a few times, usually she’d be thankful that Steve stepped in to essentially cock block him, however, in the moment she felt something-something else. Some part of her was mad at Steve, especially when she noticed the way Eddie’s expression dropped.

“Oh uh, alright, well I’ll see you around Sinclair, cool meeting you Robin!” With that he tried to leave the store in a casual manner, internally he was a mixture of embarrassed, irritated, and oddly enough a sliver of happiness overtook him. That was the first time in years that she’d called him Eddie, not to mention seeing a genuine smile on her face-it was all the hope he needed.

When the door shut Y/n immediately grabbed a random movie from the Adult section returns bin and threw it at Steve. It hit him in the face while he struggled to dodge it, and Robin laughed before hanging up the phone.

“Are you serious? The hell was that for! You hate Munson!” she scoffed, rolling her eyes “I can answer questions myself Steve, I don’t need you to Mama bear me!” her attitude was back, and her shoulders were tense again, that in itself confused Steve-especially because the group made sure to keep Steve out of the operation, knowing that Steve considered Eddie a ‘bad influence’ and went on tangents about him to Dustin.

“You’re acting like you actually wanted to go see the movie with him! And really? Throwing ‘Katie Chow takes the big black kong’ at me was unnecessary!” he grimaced at the name of the tape, before tossing it on the counter and making his way behind it. However when he said that Y/n felt an unfamiliar feeling in her stomach, something she hadn’t experienced in a long time-and she had no idea what it was.

When she hadn’t answered for a few minutes Steve slowly turned to face her, he glanced at Robin who simply shrugged while grabbing another bin of returns and started placing them on the old vinyl countertops.

“Wait-you wanted to go didn’t you!” she scoffed, eyes focused on the rewind button in front of her “I never said that Steve” he nodded “but you also never said you didn’t want to go!” she craned her neck back slightly, rolling her eyes, then returned to her original posture, trying to look more relaxed-now hyper aware of how she stood when she was irritated.

“Holy shit! You did wanna go! You were gonna say yes!” Her scoffs started to sound the same, she did her best to look disgusted at the idea, but she knew she wasn’t fooling Steve or Robin in the moment. “Shut up! I never said that!” he nodded “oh but it’s what you didn’t say that mattered!” she shook her head “Leave me alone! He was just being nice okay! Shit”

Steve and Robin exchanged a knowing look.

“I don’t think he was the only one being nice” Y/n’s jaw dropped at Robin’s words, she turned to face her and shook her head “Who’s side are you on!” Robin shrugged “whichever side gets you to tell me what happened in fourth grade”

“It’s not important!” Robin shook her head “clearly it is because you’ve fake hated Eddie since then, like yea he’s kind of a weirdo-but he doesn’t seem like a bad guy-” before steve could interject Robin pointed a finger at him “and you shush it, you’re a shit judge of character” Y/n nodded her head, taking a second to agree with the blonde.

“Please, it’s not important Rob” Robin raised a brow before nodding, deciding to brush everything off, she also took the opportunity to sneak off into the backroom, using the phone to call the Wheeler household back, telling them to lay off ‘O.F.G.T.F’ for now.

However, that would only last until the following Friday.

Everytime Y/n and Eddie had crossed paths they kept their conversation to a minimum, she felt more comfortable just acting as if everything last Wednesday didn’t happen. Instead she went back to her usual facade, keeping everything short. Of course he tried to stop her in her tracks when she was picking up the boys from school, he easily spotted her Jaguar in the parking lot, so he jogged up to it, however she was quick to brush him off-and the entire time she avoided making eye contact with him.

Now it was Friday night, at 8:30, and the boys were all waiting for Y/n to get there, she was slightly late because Fridays were always busy nights. Eddie always stayed after their sessions ended to clean everything up, so when he walked out of the building to see the guys all waiting outside, sitting on the curb, he raised a brow.

“Usually your chauffeur is early, what happened today?” his voice caused the three freshmen to look back, Dustin shrugged while Lucas spoke up.

“Family Video’s busiest days are Fridays and Saturdays-she’s probably stumped at work, so we just gotta wait” Eddie nodded his head “I’ll take you there if you guys want, vans kind of a mess but hey-it’s probably better than sitting on the cold ass concrete all night while your sister cusses people out at her job” The three boys looked at one another before nodding and getting up off the floor, they’d been in his van before, hell he’d driven them home a few times, however they all knew that if they didn’t show up at her job, or if no one called her the second they got home-which she probably would’ve missed due to being at work or on the road-that she’d freak out.

During the first half of the ride they all spoke about their DND campaign, and even about future campaign ideas, or campaign expansions alongside introducing new characters into the mix. Then Dustin simply word vomited-something he always did.

“Okay I can’t keep it in, Y/n won’t tell us-so please tell us what happened in fourth grade. O.F.G.T.F cannot be successful until we find out why she hates you-or pretends to hate you because based on what Robin told us-she definitely doesn’t hate you. We know people she hates, and she usually does more than just cuss and act all stiff and mean. Usually she resorts to violence-which is probably not a good thing cause like-violence. But I don’t think I know anyone who can fight like she can”

Everyone was silent after Dustin’s rant, Eddie looking at them through the crooked rear view mirror, letting out a deep sigh.

“We dated for like two weeks in the fourth grade, Y’know Sinclair she was my first kiss-even back then she was probably the prettiest girl in our class-not probably-definitely. But uh yeah, it isn’t my place to tell you what happened” Mike scoffed at that.

“Are you shitting me? That’s all we get? We’re trying to get you two together and all you can tell us is she was your first kiss and she was pretty-we all know Y/n’s pretty, she’s always been smokin’ hot-no offense Lucas-but there’s clearly something else there!”

The three boys-and Robin-were all fed up trying to understand what happened in elementary school between the two of them. All of them knew that Y/n held a mean grudge, she always held grudges, to those who were close with Y/n-it was easy to tell when she didn’t like someone. There was a difference between the few grudges she held versus the people she outwardly hated-and as much as Y/n hated to admit it outloud-her fight or flight had a lot to do with it, and the fight usually took over.

“She has like this grudge against me okay-I tried to talk to her about it-I tried everything! I think I honestly only made it worse, I can’t tell you exactly where I fucked up, but I know a lot of it has to do with that” they all nodded, motioning for him to keep speaking, Dustin going as far as to clear his throat to get him to continue.

“I dunno, it was after our first kiss, it wasn’t like one of those gross first kisses you hear about either, it was really quick, like a peck I guess. Anyways-it happened in the old treehouse at you place Sinclair-I don’t even remember exactly what I said, but I knew it bothered her. Then I tried apologizing but I never did because she didn’t want to talk to me, so I kept on trying to apologize after that for like weeks and never could because she was ignoring me, or she’d tell her dad not to let me around the house. Then we got into this huge fight the first week of summer break, and admittedly I fucked up here-but I was also an immature kid-but I remember shoving her back and she cut up one of her legs on the concrete. I probably said other fucked up shit too, but I know that was back after my mom split-I was definitely the asshole”

He paused, parking the van in front of the Family Video in one of the few empty spots before he took a deep breath.

“She tried to be there for me a few weeks after that, showed up to my uncle's trailer and everything-she rode her bright pink princess bike there, and she brought a bag of gummy bears with her-I guess she figured I wasn’t the happiest after moving and wanted to be nice. I slammed the door in her face. After that she stopped talking to me overall, and as the years went by when I tried talking to her she just got bitchier and bitchier. Granted-it’s kinda hot-so when we were like fifteen I started doing shit to bother her-cause I knew I’d get a reaction. But that’s what happened in fourth grade-she can probably go more into detail”

Lucas furrowed his brows, he knew his older sister had a scar on the side of her left calf, over the years it’d gotten smaller as she’d gotten taller, however it was still there to this day, and anytime he asked about it growing up y/n would reply with “I fell, don’t worry it’s fine Lucas, besides scars make you look badass”

He knew she added in the last part to reassure him that all of the scars he had from falling and scraping his arms and legs up were fine and that he shouldn’t care about how they look. The more Lucas thought about it, the more he realized that sure his sister was definitely a bitch, but she was also the reason that Lucas had some self esteem-and she was the reason Erica had the self esteem of a God. Y/n worked hard to make sure her younger siblings were comfortable in their own skin-just as she did with everyone that was close to her.

By the time they all left the van and made their way into the video store, they could see Y/n arguing with an older man, he looked to be in his forties, and he was arguing with her over what seemed to be overdue copies of films that stopped him from being able to rent anything else.

“Listen, if you return the damn movies, I’ll rent you the new ones. You have four that have late fees on them because they were due two weeks ago, you don’t return the movies, you don’t get shit from here. It’s a simple fucking rule”

The older man scoffed at her, causing her to crane her neck back slightly, brows raised, and a smirk forming on her face.

“That’s never been the case before, I don’t need some teenage brat trying to tell me what I can and can’t do. I turned in the films, it’s not my fault your shitty staff can’t keep track of anything. Where the hell is your manager anyways-clearly you don’t need a job working in customer service when you can’t talk to people”.

She slammed her hand on the countertop in front of her, and it clearly startled the older man.

“Wow, if only the fucking manager was actually here to deal with your shit, so sorry sweetheart but he’s not here because he never is, and for the record you old asshole, I’m twenty, so if you’re gonna call me a brat at least get my age bracket correct. Now, you didn’t return shit because it’s not in our system that you returned anything, if you don’t like how we run our store-aka the only movie rental store in all of Hawkins, Indiana, then you can drive to the next town over and lose their rentals. Also since you’re here you can pay those late fees, that’ll be eight ninety five. You’re holding up my God damn line, so either pay up or get the hell out.”

He looked taken aback, tossing the movies he wanted onto the counter before scoffing and storming out, Y/n rolled her eyes at him-she was tired, and she ran out of patience two hours ago. Fridays were the worst days of the week, that’s when everyone decided to come in, and they always came in after 6.

Robin noticed the boys before Y/n did, so she let all of them behind the counter-including Eddie-who took the risk of standing next to Y/n as she continued checking peoples rentals out, while mumbling for them to have a great night.

“So why do you work the register on Fridays?” she almost jumped out of her skin at the sound of Eddie’s voice-she hadn’t even noticed him next to her. She sighed, glancing at him before scanning the barcode to the store’s last copy of Rambo for a group of teenage boys.

“Because I’m the only one that’s actually mean. Steve tries to talk people down when they’re angry and he only makes things worse because he’s overly confident and it annoys people even more, and Robin cracks under pressure and starts rambling-once someone made her cry. So we came to the conclusion that I’d be the only one working the register on busy nights. Also thank you for bringing them here-I haven’t had a break so I couldn’t call”

Y/n spoke without looking at him, instead focusing more on replacing the receipt paper in the cash register. However at the sound of the boys in front of her trying to rush her, she simply looked up and raised a brow “you either wait another two minutes, or you little shits can give me your IDs which clearly don’t say 18 considering you look like you haven’t hit puberty yet and I don’t let you rent the god damn movie. Now give me the damn money before I card both of you and call your mothers” the two boys stared at her with wide eyes, one extending a shaky hand holding cash.

“Thank you, now you have a wonderful night. Bring it back in a week or I’ll charge you all double on the late fees. Oh and don’t let me catch either of you going into the Adult section again. At least sharpie on a mustache or something first.” with that she slid them their receipt on top of the VHS tape and smiled while shewing them off.

“I dig the attitude, it’s hot” she rolled her eyes “y’know maybe the flirting wouldn’t be as bad if I wasn’t exhausted and pushed past my people limit for the day. I just wanna lay down and relax instead I have to deal with jackasses trying to rent shitty movies.”

With that the next person in line stepped up, holding six tapes and placing them on the counter, she hadn’t even looked up before speaking “limit is four per customer, you have fifteen seconds to pick the four you want or ill kick you out of my line. We close at nine thirty, odds are if you get kicked out of line you’re not getting any movies tonight.” with that the person quickly discarded the top two movies, sliding them to the other end of the counter and allowing y/n to ring her up.

“You need help?” she shook her head at Eddie’s question “no, what I need is a five day vacation to some fancy ass spa where they give you massages and shit, I could also use a very very hot bath in combination with a bag of gummy bears.” he laughed at that.

“They’re still your favorite huh?” she furrowed her brows, now finally looking up at Eddie. “What?” “Gummy bears-they’re still your favorite, you used to love them when we were kids, you almost always had a bag on you”

“You remember that?” he nodded his head, a small smile on her face as the two of them held eye contact, but the sound of another customer clearing their throat ruined the moment. Y/n rolled her eyes before looking at the customer, then eyeing the stacked movies, he didn’t look a day older than sixteen, so she grabbed the top movie-an easy to spot cover up-some random rom com-then she looked at the three films from the adult section.

“I’m gonna save you some embarrassment here and tell you to get the hell out of my line. You’re not a day older than sixteen, and if you try to lie to me and give me a shittily made fake ID from Ricardo Smith I will actually cut it up with scissors and make you pay me for my time” the kid was a blushing mess as he tossed the dvds into the large pile at the other end of the counter and speed walked out of the video store.

“Damn, that was ruthless, can’t let a kid live?” she shook her head at his comment “No Eddie I can’t cause when his mother sees him and his right hand going at it to Blondes Have More Fun Volume 69, then the stores gonna have to deal with her ass and by the store I mean me because once again Steve and Robin cannot handle confrontation.” She spoke as she checked another person out, she was at the point in the night that she was tired of reading off peoples totals, instead motioned to the register calculation and waited for their payment method.

Eddie took a small risk, he stood behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders-gently massaging into them and when Y/n let her head lean back for a second as she took a deep breath, he took that as a silent thank you. He expected her to smack his hands away, and yet she was practically melting under his touch. He slid his hands under the green vest-getting a better grip of her shoulders through the thin material of her t-shirt, and in the moment Y/n’s brain had gone into autopilot.

She’d done this job enough to do it perfectly by muscle memory, it just took her a few more seconds than usual to count the cash given to her.

Robin was working behind the counter to get all the returned VHS tapes into one pile and all of the grabbed but not rented tapes into a bin for Steve to stock on the shelves, she easily recruited the help of Mike and Lucas, while Dustin helped Steve. Robin called them her free labor-which was honestly necessary on days like these.

“Do you see those two? He’s giving her a freaking shoulder massage! And she’s letting him!” Robin spoke in harsh whispers to the boys next to her, the two of them glancing over to the front register, eyes widening, then they waved their hands in the air to get Dustin’s attention-who elbowed Steve and they all looked over at Eddie and Y/n. Everyone had a smile on their face outside of Steve who was shocked and had his usual confused expression, to which Dustin sighed and replied with “I’ll tell you later”.

“Your hairs not usually up y’know” she sighed “I get hot sometimes, especially when people are constantly getting on my last nerve” he nodded his head-knowing she couldn’t actually see him, but she slightly flinched and let out a small hiss when he moved one of his hands-accidentally placing the cold metal of his rings against the back of her neck. “Shit sorry”

“It’s okay-just kinda cold”

After they closed up the store Eddie hesitated to try asking her out again, he debated it, but he decided it wasn’t the right time. Instead he headed back home, a large smile on his face the entire drive home.

However that didn’t stop everyone else from questioning Y/n-who was working on cleaning off the countertops, a smile on her face as she did it, and for once she didn’t hate the feeling in her stomach, rather she welcomed it.

“What’s got you smiling like that-oh wait I think the question is who? Hmmm?” Robin smiled, lightly bumping her hip against Y/n’s while wiggling her brows, everyone now stood around the store, cleaning up and organizing, and it was quiet in the store as they’d turned off the sound system after the tapes kept getting stuck.

“Oh shut it Rob” the blonde nodded her head “it seems like someone has a little bit of a crush to me” y/n tried to hide her smile, she felt like a walking cliche-the ghost of Eddie’s touch still lingering against her skin-or maybe that was just her exhaustion setting in-but she couldn’t even deny Robin’s accusation-because part of her knew it was true.

“So does fourth grade still matter hmm?” The sentence reminded Y/n of the entire reason she stopped talking to Eddie, and now her smile dropped as she rolled her eyes. “Yes it still matters.”

The eldest Sinclair moved to a different counter, now aggressively spraying it down in cleaner, her jaw clenched while she wiped the vinyl in circular motions. They all left her alone for about ten minutes, then of course they all had to bring it up-that and the fact that Dustin was spilling everything to Steve-who scoffed at Dustin’s retelling of what Eddie had told him.

“Yeah he forgot two of the most important parts of the story.” Dustin raised a brow “and how would you know that?” Steve tilted his head, one of his classic ‘are you serious’ expressions on his face “I was there-I’ve been friends with Y/n since we were kids Dustin.”

Of course, Y/n overheard them, she was only a few feet away, and with little to no background noise it wasn’t difficult to hear one another talking at a normal volume.

“It was a bet. I was the butt of the joke. He’d admitted it to me after our shitastic first kiss, he said that he’d won the bet, and I was confused-but he already said it outloud on accident. So he went on a tangent about how he’d never actually liked me before his friends bet him like twenty bucks or some shit to ask me out-sure we were just kids but that shit hurt. Especially because I thought we were friends.” She paused for a second, letting out a deep breath to stop herself from tearing up.

“He started to word vomit-the way Robin does when she’s nervous-or the way Dustin does when he’s thinking. He told me all of his friends thought I was ugly, and that they wanted to see if he would actually go through with ‘dating me’-whatever the fuck that even equates to as a fourth grader. Then he admitted that kissing me got him another twenty bucks. Let’s also not forget the fact that I wanted to forgive him, hell I convinced myself to forgive him. I knew what happened with his Mom, she split and he moved to Forest Hills, so I rode my stupid little pink bike across fucking town to go see him and see if he was okay”

She looked up now, her eyes glossy as a singular tear slipped down her cheek, everyone saw it-no one said a single thing. “Y’know what he said. He said that the bet was over and he didn’t want to talk to my ugly ass anymore, then he went on to tell me to leave him the hell alone, called me a stalker, and felt the need to reiterate the fact that he thought I was ugly. So yeah, maybe I am childish for holding the grudge about fourth grade, but when your entire self esteem is tanked and it takes you until your sophomore year of highschool to actually love yourself because of some stupid boy in the fourth grade-you have the right to hold that grudge.”

She wiped the tears off of her face “and y’know what? He never even apologized to me, instead he got more fucking annoying and more obnoxious and he always-always did his very best to get under my skin. He’d cut me off, or he’d say these stupid slick comments, and he would just piss me off to no end. Sure I’ve started my fair share of arguments, and yeah I am a bitch to him, and I will continue to be a bitch to him. But he’s never even apologized, and now knowing that he doesn’t even fucking remember it? I’m supposed to want to jump into his stupid arms and just embrace him and his stupid curly hair and his stupid cologne and his stupid big brown fucking eyes.”

Everyone was silent and she nodded her head a few times, a sad smile on her face.

“That’s what happened in fourth grade. That’s the reason I hate Eddie Munson. Because he never even fucking apologized. We were friends y’know. We did our stupid third grade science fair volcano together-he was one of my best friends as a kid. Then he just wasn’t, because I wasn’t as pretty as the blonde haired blue eyed girls. Now please for the love of God let this stupid shit go. I don’t want anything to do with him.”

She went to the back storage room, taking off her vest, and grabbing her bag. She then left the room, still sniffling slightly.

“Lucas, are you coming home tonight or staying the night at Mikes?” he glanced over at his sister before looking back at Dustin and Mike. “I’m gonna uh-stay at Mikes if that’s cool with you” she nodded her head “yeah that’s fine. Rob, do you need a ride home? Steve take the boys home” She shook her head, and with that Y/n left the store, getting into her car and playing the mixtape that Robin had made her as she drove home.

Meanwhile everyone still remained at Family Video, deciding to give y/n space after that heavy confession-but now they knew two things. One Eddie needed to apologize to her, and two they needed to tell Eddie where he fucked up. Well they knew three things technically-Y/n definitely has a thing for Eddie-and maybe she always had-but it’s something that she will forever ignore and suppress because of how he made her feel.

So that’s what sparked Operation Apology Accepted-which also included Robin, Dustin, Mike, and Lucas showing up at Eddie’s trailer two days after to unpack everything that Y/n had shared with them, to the point that they’d all taken turns explaining parts of the story to him-and they all watched as Eddie’s eyes widened, all of the memories suddenly connecting and everything making sense.

The entire time he was trying to apologize she didn’t want to hear it-and he now realized that she was right to not want to hear anything-especially after knowing the lasting impact it’d left on her. Of course Eddie knew all about his peers impacting his self esteem, he was never popular, and for a while he’d been the butt of the joke, but as he got older he embraced the “the freak” title which led to him building up his own confident facade, but underneath all of that he was still the stupid kid projecting his own pain onto his best friend.

These realizations led Eddie to spending the next week and a half trying to talk to Y/n, and every single time he tried to catch her-whether it be at her job, or at the town library, or when she’d pick up her siblings, or when she went to Erica’s middle school dance competitions-she would simply ignore him and move away from him.

He knew he had to apologize to her, he knew he had to let her know that he never meant any of it, that he’d practically been in love with her since they were kids, that he thought she was the prettiest girl in their grade as kids, and that the only reason he accepted the bet was because he knew he would finally be able to admit his feelings to her-but as a kid he was stupid-in fact he was so stupid that he word vomited that things started as a bet over a measly forty dollars at the worst possible time, and when y/n got mad-what did he do? He just said whatever would make her want to leave him alone-because he knew she wouldn’t want anything to do with him after that.

Then his mom split, and he went from being an idiot to a hurt, angry, idiot. So he started to project that onto the people in his life, and y/n just happened to be one of them. He even remembered shoving her-something he should’ve never done-something he regretted doing.

Eddie Munson knew one thing, he was absolutely in love with Y/n Sinclair, and he always had been. But he needed to prove that to her, and he needed to start with an apology for his stupidity, he knew he couldn’t make up for the pain he caused her, but he knew the apology was a start.

Which is what led him to standing in her room awkwardly at six fifty-four on a Tuesday afternoon. Lucas told him that she got home from her classes and work at seven, so he let Eddie in, and now the man was pacing back and forth in a bedroom he hadn’t been in since he was nine. Granted it was a lot different, the once pink paint now replaced with white, but her walls were covered in posters, tickets, signs, and she had a large wall shelf near her closet which displayed her cheer trophies, starting from the sixth grade leading through the twelfth. She had her art work up on the walls, and all of her furniture was originally white, some objects covered in stickers, others were clearly worn-but the entire room fit her.

He placed the large stuffed cartoony octopus on her bed, alongside that he’d gotten her sunflowers, and that was solely there to lighten the blow of Eddie being in her room. Everything else was going to be said, and he sure as hell hoped she wouldn’t knee him in the groin and kick him out-but that was also something he tried to prepare himself for-knowing he’d just have to take the hit and walk it off.

Another few minutes passed before the door opened, followed by Y/n letting out a small yelp at the sight of Eddie-then she furrowed her brows, looking at her bed. She shushed him with a singular finger as she walked towards her bed, picking up the small card next to the sunflowers.

‘All I need is ten minutes, please’ she knew his messy handwriting anywhere, he hadn’t ever grown out of it. So she picked up the sunflowers, opened her closet and pulled out one of the vases she’d made in her pottery elective and placed them inside before grabbing the water bottle from her bag and pouring the water inside, following it with the water from the nearly full bottle on her desk.

He watched as she moved in silence, placing the vase on top of her dresser which sat adjacent to her window. Then she took off her shoes, followed by her socks and placed her shoes on the shoe rack in her closet and her socks in her dirty clothes hamper. Once she finished doing that she sat on her bed-holding the Octopus again while glancing at him.

“I know they’re your favorite-cause they uh-they have three hearts.” she nodded her head at him, her expression unreadable while she stared at him. It was something she’d gotten good at, yes she had a temper, and yes she wore her heart on her sleeve most of the time, however when it came to moments like these, she knew how to keep herself composed and almost looking numb to the world around her.

Internally Y/n was screaming, she wanted to start throwing things at Eddie the second she saw him, she wanted to trash the flowers, she wanted to burn the card and tell him to get the hell out, she wanted to do a lot of things, but after a week of crying herself to sleep in an almost heartbroken manner, she figured she’d listen to whatever the hell he had to say-especially if her younger brothers were in on it.

“Are you not gonna say anything-no-okay that’s totally fine-uh I just uh I came to apologize. Which I know is super late and super overdue and probably doesn’t mean shit to you anymore, especially because I kind of forgot why you hated me, then everyone kind of told me-why? I don’t even know because you hate me-and I deserve to be hated for what I did cause shit I was a dickhead-but I just I need you to know-that I-that I lo-no sorry that’s not it. Uh that I’m sorry.”

She furrowed her brows, blinking a few times, tilting her head in a confused manner.

“I’m not really good at this kind of thing y’know, I’m kind of a coward, I don’t really like confrontation-it's’ all an act-and I know that you know that it’s all an act because you see right through my shit which is why it’s always been so hard to get close to you because jesus you see through everyone's shit and yea I knew you weren’t as happy go lucky and positive as you wanted people to think you were, but you have these walls up and they're like a russian gulag’s walls-they’re like impenetrable and shit I’m the reason they’re even there in the first place because nine year old me was such a little prick”

Y/n stiffled a laugh at that, nodding her head slightly, he was rambling, it was clear he was nervous, and somehow she found it comforting. She found him comforting-even if he was the cause for her heartbreak-and for her anger. He was also the cure.

“I’m just so sorry I said that shit about you, I’ve never in my life thought you were ugly-jesus christ I was so in love with you as a kid but I could never even tell you because I was a coward, and then they made that stupid bet to me and I was like ‘sweet heres a way to get the girl and also get some money’ cause y’know when you’re a kid you’re stupid and concerned with forty dollars-but I mean I deal pot so I guess i’m still concerned with forty dollars.”

He took a pause, running his hands through his messy curly hair, while also fanning himself “jesus is it hot in here or is that just me? Do you mind if i just-” with that he took off his denim vest and leather jacket, leaving him in his hellfire shirt. “-I was wrong to call you ugly and to say all that mean ass shit because I was freaking out and I was already hurting and I was so afraid to tell you in that moment that I really liked you and I thought you’d reject the hell out of me-even though it makes no sense thinking back on that-so I just said whatever I thought would make you hate me, and clearly it worked because we’re both twenty and you still hate me” he placed his hands on his hips for a second, avoiding making eye contact while he looked up at the roof.

“Then you showed up to my uncle’s trailer, and you had those gummy bears, and I knew it took you a while to get there, and I was just doing so fucking shitty, I was so hurt over my mom and I had like no real friends left because you were probably the best friend I had as a kid, and I felt so fucking miserable so I just projected it all onto you and I should’ve never done that because it was mean and it was stupid and I’m so-so-so sorry that I made you feel less than, or that I made you question your beauty because listen to me Y/n-you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, inside and out”

He now looked down, holding eye contact with her, and he couldn’t stop the words from coming out “and jesus christ I did everything to get a reaction out of you after that because it was the only way you’d actually talk to me, and i knew I annoyed the shit out of you, but then you’d respond and you’d say the bitchiest shit and I’d be there feeling like I wanted to go home and think about you, and your attitude, and the way you knit your brows together and how pretty you look when you’re about to cuss someone out, and i felt like i was gonna kick my feet back and forth and twirl my fucking hair or something”

“I’m so sorry for making you feel the way I did, I’m so sorry that I never apologized to you and that I gave up on trying, because jesus christ y/n I’m so in love with you that it fucking hurts. I’ve been in love with you since we were kids and I was such a little asshole”

Her eyes widened at that, jaw dropping at his confession as everything processed, she didn’t even realize she was standing and walking towards him until she was a few inches from him.

“Say it again Eddie” he blinked a few times, his breath hitched at her closeness to him “please Eddie I need you to say it again” he swallowed hard, eyes wide, and as she stared at him all she could see were emotions running wild in his eyes.

“I’m in love with you” that’s all it took for Y/n to place her hands on the sides of his face and pull him in, their lips clashing together at first, then molding together like the perfect match, one of her hands moved to the back of his neck-holding him against her as his hands found their place on her jaw-thumb lightly caressing the skin of her face as his other hand sat against her waist.

She poured all of her emotions into the kiss, the anger, the annoyance, the hatred, and most importantly the love she’d always had for him.

It was difficult for Y/n to navigate her feelings towards Eddie Munson, she’d gone most of her life equating the heartbreak she’d experienced to hatred, and as they got older she did her best to keep the anger from fourth grade, but eventually that anger and hatred turned into love. An emotion she could never really identify or process, she loved Eddie Munson. Not because he broke her heart as a child-no she loved Eddie Munson because even if he did break her heart, he was always around, he never truly left her alone, he was always somehow wedging himself into her life even when she tried to push him out.

Over the past week any time she thought through her relationship with Eddie she realized two things.

One- she valued his opinion of her above everyone else's, it was the same reason that throughout middle school she found herself looking in the mirror wondering what he would think of her hair, or her clothes, or her music taste. It was also the reason that in high school she dumped her ex boyfriend because of Eddie’s sly comments about the fact that she could do better-and he was right. She wanted to be the pretty popular girl that everyone wanted, most importantly she wanted to prove her 9 year old self, and his 9 year old self wrong-she was pretty, and she would use that to her advantage. so she settled for someone who would help that happen-and in the end she broke up with him because he was a self absorbed douchebag.

Hell, it was the entire reason that she kept painting and sculpting, everyone told her that it was a waste of time, but Eddie always complimented her work, even when she wasn’t looking or around, he’d write little notes about the in progress pieces, and he’d tape them to the back of the canvases, or he’d tape them to the base of the sculptures. She knew it was him, she even told him to ‘fuck off with the fake compliments’ once, to which he responded with ‘alas the only thing fake is your hate for me’.

The second thing she realized was that he was one of the most constant factors in her life, it wasn’t because Eddie was from the same shitty town she was, or because he was her self proclaimed arch nemesis, or even because they ended up being polar opposites in high school. No, he was a constant factor in her life because behind all of those sly comments and petty arguments he was always there when she needed someone around.

He always knew when to show up, it was odd, but whenever she needed someone around-there he was, making a sly comment about her friend group as she sat alone in the library, or he’d lean against the locker next to hers, complimenting her ‘cute little cheerleader outfit’, to follow it up with ‘didn’t know you were into halloween that much’. He was never truly malicious, and yet she was, but he still stuck around because deep down the both of them knew that they’d always find their way back to one another.

As enemies or as lovers, they were fine with either, but now, now Y/n Sinclair knew she was in love with Eddie Munson, and she was tired of denying that.

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Salem's Sickfic Masterlist

Masterlist of Fics I have written!!

if you have a question, comment, concern, or a request, feel free to send it over!

End Zone, Endgame

i. one: in which despite being twenty five, linebacker novak daskalov has to come to terms with the fact he is not invincible, especially when he has a child in public school. (tw for emeto, fever, sickness; additional warning: sickee is a single dad with a daughter, who appears in the story, proceed as you wish.)

ii. two: in which novak learns that despite being a football player, a dad, and an adult in his twenties, the past can still haunt you, especially when you're coming down with something. (tw emeto, fever, character panic, mentions of past abuse)

iii (a). three, part a: in which novak learns that just because the past is past, does not mean his brain lets him off the hook. especially not with a raging fever and a hell of a virus. also, novak is a grown man who makes really poor decisions. (tw emeto, fever, flashbacks of abuse)

iii (b). three, part b: in which Novak is miraculously not too terribly injured (to an extent anyway) and his physical recovery turns into the beginning of emotional recovery too. (tw emeto, concussion mention, religious trauma, parental substance abuse mention)

iv. four: in which novak is fulfilling the duties of being a dad, but also has to realize that being a dad doesn’t make him invincible. (tw emeto, illness fever, content warning: fic begins with child illness, but is majority adult illness)

v. five: in which novak is away for a team building retreat, but the team gets built in a very different way when the star linebacker gets sick (tw emeto, fever, sick away from home)

vi. six: in which novak is stuck with a migraine that results in a seizure. vanessa uses the opportunity to learn more about her girlfriend's high school best friend. (tw emeto, fever, character seizure, migraine, implied past trauma)

vii. seven: in which Novak's girlfriend, Yuliya, plans a nice dinner date night, but Novak is very poor at communicating. (tw emeto, nausea, stomach pain, character not telling significant other about something)

viii. eight: in which it's novak's birthday, but as luck would have it, a proper dinner with family and his girlfriend is the last thing his body wants to have part in, celebration or not. (tw emeto, nausea, being sick in public)

ix. nine: in which even as a coach, not a player, novak still makes terrible decisions about his health, and his girlfriend is convinced he'll send her into cardiac arrest before they get married (affectionately)(tw cough, implied emeto, fever, character making themselves sicker)

Ruat Caelum (Until the Heavens Fall)

i. one: in which vanessa gets sick and almost loses it outside the house she shares with her roommate, willow. (tw for emeto, sickness, fever, nausea)

ii. two: in which we see fragments of vanessa's past, and how deeply she cares for willow. (tw for emeto, panic attack, fever)

iii. three: in which the tables have turned, and we see that even a med student isn't invincible. (tw emeto, vague implication of injury, fever)

iv. four: in which despite being in police gear, vanessa is the farthest thing from invincible despite her better desires. (tw emeto, fever, stress, slight panic)

v. five: in which willow's mom instinct meets her med student instinct, and vanessa is exceptionally confused and totally a cat person (tw emeto, fever)

Ballad of the Wildflowers

i. one: meadow likes to think she's invincible, as untouchable as poison ivy, but even the most vibrant wildflowers wilt once in a while. (tws for fever, nausea, vomiting, slight panic)

ii. two: in which, despite her efforts, meadow has to deal with one of her worst fears, even if she thinks it's stupid. (tw emeto, emetophobia)

Novemetober 2023 (Rescheduled)

big thanks to @monthofsick for hosting this event

i. day one, unconventional receptacle: in which chef emiliene lahaye overestimates her ability to keep herself together and has to utilize a last resort. (tw emeto, fever, underage (16) caretaker)

ii. day two, can't stop puking: in which a fresh out of college novak daskalov gets sick at the worst possible time with the worst possible people. (tw emeto, fever, sickness, pushing too hard when sick, bad environment)

iii. day three, torture (figurately speaking): in which amancio literally has not been sick in over a hundred years, but his special half-human protegee decided to give him a little taste of humanity (and amancio is not enthused at all) (tw for dry heaving, supernatural (not the show) characters, half ghost character, tw implied partial death)

iv. day four, messy: meadow loves to put on a show in every aspect of her life. even the less desirable moments. meadow also learns that it can always get worse. (tw emeto, fever, sickness, scat [in conjunction with emeto])

v. day five, undesirable caretaker: the (fictive) crown prince of sweden has far from a good life, or a good support system. no matter how bad things get. he's just a liability, isn't he? (tw emeto, fever, implied abusive parent) [so much appreciation for @simplysickness to entrust me with their characters so they can live on]

vi. day six, post adrenaline puking: in which caffeine is not medicine, no matter how hard motocross star xavier davenport tries to convince himself it is. (tw emeto, caffeine overload, brief/vague mention of mental health issues, bad coping mechanisms) [once again, sparrow has put their children in Salem's Foster Care System(tm)]

vii. day seven, too feverish to think: in which even in college novak has a severe lack of braincells and refuses to let himself quit anything until he's good and fucked (tw emeto, sickness, overwork, stress, panic attack, fainting)

viii. day eight, choose: loud or silent: in which novak still refuses to quit until he's undeniably fucked beyond a logical explanation, except he's a grown ass man now which has taken more braincells from him than it has given back. (tw emeto (small), migraine, hypersensitivity, character seizure)

ix. day nine, persistant sickness: in which no, novak does not learn his lesson and thinks he is invincible no matter what. he absolutely is not. (tw for migraine, emeto, seizures, character overworking themself.)

x. day ten, motion sickness: in which vanessa is sure nothing stresses her out. well, everything except one thing. and of course, that one thing will make her pay for being so worried in the first place. (tw for emeto, anxiety, motion sickness, brief description of crime scenes at the beginning)

xi. day sixteen, waking up puking: novak daskalov does not know his limits and is so absolutely stupid and cannot lie to his girlfriend for shit. (tw emeto, fever, exhaustion, seizure mention (but no actual seizures this time))

xii. day seventeen, sick for the first time: in which for once novak is in the caretaker position, which isn't exactly common, and even less so that it isnt someone related to him in a familial way, but he's determined to do the best job he can for his ice princess. (tw for emeto, fever, lying about sickness, mention of chronic condition (lyme disease))

xiii. day nineteen, sick in more ways than one: in which the summer heat does nothing for one linebacker in particular, on top of everything else (reupload with edits)(tw for overheating, emeto, dizziness, migraine mention, fever)

xiv. day twenty, late caretaker: vanessa mcallister is usually a loan wold. or, she used to be. but now she has a station pup, leaving her to be a lone wolf plus one, much like her coworker is. (tw for emeto, resistance, fever, sick on the job)

xv. day twenty-one, sleepy sickie: novak likes to lie about being okay and convincing himself and others he is, but unfortunately he has one massive tell that gives him away. (tw fatigue, nausea, vomiting)

xvi. day twenty-seven, headache: novak daskalov likes to think he has no enemies (well, very few). funny how the biggest enemy of all is his own damn body and self. (tw emeto, migraine, hypersensitivity/overstimulation, seizure)

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Chapter 1: Strambos

Peppino sighed as he stared at his reflection in the mirror.

I'm getting too old for this shit.

Bags under his eyes. Body: getting fatter. Cheap food had that effect. Hair: still thinning. Still got its color, though. The thought gave him a slight little smug grin. And considering everything he'd been through - war, debt, that damned tower - it was a miracle he still had any hair left. He had his pizzeria - finally out of debt, for now - his old buddy Gustavo was joining him at work now, and with all the Tower residents living nearby these days, his business was, well, not exactly booming, but at least he could afford to eat more than once a day again.

The thought lightened his mood a bit.

He reached for his razor and carefully started shaving around the mustache he so carefully maintained.

As he shaved off the night's stubble, he reflected. All thing considered, it could be worse. Better than they'd been for a while, actually. And he had to admit, after spending all that time running, he was starting to feel better about himself. Maybe he could get back into his old football regimen. He doubted he'd be able to get back to his old weight - his diet alone would see to that - but he might feel more confident about himself. And it would make his Ma happier.

I need to go visit her. It had been too long. Before, he couldn't have taken a day off without driving himself further into debt. With things more stable, he could probably afford to take a day to go over and visit every so often. She told him she understood every time he called her, but he knew she missed him.

He set the razor down. Good enough. He rubbed the stubble on his chin, which never seemed to go away no matter how hard he tried. Maybe I should grow that little beard out again. He chuckled, remembering the little goatee he'd had as a teenager. The army had made him shave it off, but they'd let him keep the mustache. Ever since, he'd kept the same look. The tower had given him a bit more confidence, though. At least that much had gone well.

Maybe it was time for some changes.

Peppino grinned at his reflection, snorted, and turned.

Probably look goofy, anyway.

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What's-a up with these strambos?

A bunch of people had been hanging out in the pizzeria all evening. Not that unusual these days, but Tuesdays were always quiet. Besides, these weren't teenagers or the tower residents. If anything, they reminded him of some of the military spooks from the war: big, quiet, and way too serious. They were paying for everything up front, though, buying drinks and ordering pizzas. Good tippers, too. One even bought a stack of pizzas to go, left, and came back and sat with some of the others.

They were giving him the creeps. Something was up, but he couldn't imagine what.

"Hey, Peppino, I've got everything cleaned up back here! It's past closing time, you want me to stay?" Gustavo called from the kitchen.

For a second, Peppino considered it, then decided against it. If these guys are up to something, I don't want anyone else tied up in it. "Nah," Peppino called back, "I'll-a cover it til the customers are ready to go. I'll-a be all right. You head home, it's late."

Gustavo called a affirmation back. "All right Pep, see you in the morning!"

Shortly after he head the back door close.

Good. Whatever happens, he's out of it. Peppino idly thought about the shotgun he had stashed below the counter. The tower proved he still knew how to use one, even if just holding it gave him the shivers. But not everyone was a good guy. Sometimes you had to be prepared.

The bell jingled as a new customer walked in. He was average height, wearing sunglasses, and built like a linebacker. He was balding himself, and had a full black beard. And yet, Peppino could see his shoulders stooped a bit, like he was carrying a huge weight. He nodded at the other customers, who nodded back.

They all stood up as one, and went outside.

Oh, Mio Dio, here we go... Peppino tensed and immediately started sweating, but he stood his ground. This was his place. He'd be damned if he was letting anybody run him out of it.

The man walked up to the counter. When he spoke, it sounded gravelly but oddly familiar.

"Buonasera. Tu sei il proprietario, immagino? Peppino Spaghetti?"

Peppino was surprised. Other than his mother and Gustavo, no one around here spoke Italian. While this one sounded a bit formal, he was pleased. "Sì, è il mio nome. Posso aiutarla?"

Then man nodded, and took off his glasses.

Suddenly Peppino realized why the man's voice sounded familiar. He heard it every day. The man's eyes were the same ones he saw in the mirror every morning. And yet, somehow, they looked infinitely more tired.

Peppino started shaking. "Questo non può essere giusto. Chi sei? Sei un'altra di quelle cose della torre? Cosa sta succedendo?"

The stranger with a copy of his face leaned his elbows on the counter.

"Peppino, my name is Giuseppe. Giuseppe Spaghetti. And I've got a lot to tell you."

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Throughout the week a tournament was being held for the giant players of the school. Many of the students around the university celebrating the upcoming games, however the smaller players weren't so Happy. With each game that came up during the day, they hoped to get action of their own and play to their hearts content, but no games would be held specifically for them. Most of their funds going to the bigger guys as they prepared for their last one tomorrow.

Managing their routines as best they could, They prepared themselves for the match ahead. The coach Bringing the players to the field for them to have a scrimmage match against each other. Eying for what skills they could improve. They're passes, their strategies, everyone would be required if they were to win the final game. Keeping an eye on.

the quarterbacks and the linebackers, he noticed That Walker, one of the side linebackers was lacking behind along the line. Their tussles seemed weaker, their pushes projecting like a soft nudge as their opponent barely moved. Why was that? He's usually the main players that gave their all during the past matches. Blowing the whistle he called Walker to the side of the field. The moving into a slight jog before finally deciding to walk.

"What seems to be the problem Walker? Im noticing you don't have the drive like you used to."

"I-its nothing coach. Its just something outside of sports."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah.."

"Alright, then let's see some effort out there. Im sure the action will clear your mind." Coach said. Patting his shoulders pads before sending him back onto the field.

he continued to observe the them as they moved back onto the line. Readying their stances as they awaited for the whistle to blow. Coach's eye lingering scanning the other players, before locking onto Walker, who stood crouched higher than the rest of the linebackers. As the whistle blew, he watched as the team clashed together. The linebackers pushing their target up the field. All except Walker, who was in a struggle with his opponent. Still, he was overwhelmed. His efforts more weaker than the last time as he was dragged back. Toppling to the ground like a tossed trash bag as his teammate stood over him.

The coach blew the whistle again. "Walker! Over here!"

Getting up sluggishly, walker jogged over to the coach. His helmet keeping atop his shoulders, but his head slumped inside. As the others continued, coach brought Walker to the back locker rooms. Pulling him to the side of the panel. "Alright, clearly something is going on Walker. What is it?"

"It's nothing coach.."

"Don't lie, I'm here to help you get through it. So be honest."

Walker paused before giving out a deep sigh. "My girlfriend's been busy and we haven't had our time together throughout the whole week. She hasn't done..uh..stuff in a long time, and I'm too pepped up yo even focus."

"I see, and this is effecting your mood?"

"Yes.." Walker took off the straps to his helmet as he took it off. Pulling off his helmet before looking to the ground. "Maybe its best if I don't go to the tournament. I may get in the way."

"Don't cut yourself short, Walker. You've got a lot of heart in what you do in your role, Your going."

"But I can't participate like this. its all I can think about."

"Don't worry about that, I'll help you."

"How?"

"You'll see." Coach patted his shoulder. Leading them back to the field. "But for now, keep practicing."

If this keeps up, the game would be already over before they even got out of first quarter coach thought. So Walker's feeling pepped up inside because of his girlfriend's absence? Okay then, that narrows it down. But he's not exactly able to help with that on his own. He needed extra help, one of the smaller kind.

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On the day of the tournament, the players were gathered into the locker room to prepare for their matches. Walker among them as he held his backpack on his shoulder. Meanwhile, coach would inhis office as he talked to Travis, one of his Division's rugby player.

"Okay, we've got a few minutes before our match goes on out there. Do you remember what we talked about?" Coach asked.

"Yes yes, I remember. You want to help you Walker become motivated out there. However in order to do that, you want to wear..this?" Travis pointed to the jockstrap jockstrap on the table. An empty seat laying across one of the straps.

"Yes. Talking to him won't do him much good in the state he's in.He needs that oomph if he's gonna give it his all."

"Well I have an Idea. Though it be a hasty one. We can always use one of the little from the smaller division. They don't exactly have a lot of status when it comes to the university, however they seemed to have the muscle to get the job done."

"Hmm..if they do this it could give Walker just the energy he needs. But which one do we choose, none I've seen will even set foot near a player's ass."

"Heh, oh I know one" Travis replied, reaching for his phone as he texted something. A loud but small knock soon coming from the door. Opening the door, Travis bent down to pick them up. "Coach, this is Wilson. A friend of mine that's got a knack for asses."

"You need an ass that needs tended to Sir? Well I'm the tiny for the job." Wilson saluted in Travis's palm. Putting aside the greeting as he rubbed his hands together. "Now who's the target?"

"Your task is to ensure that Mr walker gives his all in field" coach responded,pulling up a photon of Walker to show them. His form was broad as it covered most of the image. Shaped Like a large barrel as the number 55 displayed into the frame.

" Big boy" Wilson admired, eying the image to judge the scale of the player. "Looks like I got some work to do."

"Yes. Do that, and you and the rest of the small players will have recognition for your efforts."

"Effort is good for the others, but Inwant something else in return."

"In return? What is that?"

Wilson ushered Travis to loom forward. Holding the small player close to Coach's ear as he whispered into it.

"That's really what you want?" Coach asked, puzzled on the condition.

"Yup!" Wilson confirmed.

"I..will see what I can do. Fulfill your part of task and I'll fulfill mine.

"You can count on me sir."

"Good, Now comes the question on how we're going to get this strap on with Wilson in it. And that seat seems pretty exposed for him not to see it."

"Leave that to me." Coach answered.

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10 minutes had past since the players entered the lockers. The announcers on the speakers calling for them to the field as they moved to the locker's exit. Walker joining with them as he followed the line, but stopped when coach ushered him to the side. Leading him away from the other players as they talked.

"You want me to what?!"

"Put these on before you go out to the field." Coach said, holding the jockstrap that dangled from his finger tips. A large bundle of tissue resting along an additional strap. "This should help you get that drive that you need for the tournament."

"Coach..I really don't think that's gonna help-"

"There's no talking your way out of it Walker I told you that I would help as best I can, and this is it." He held the jockstrap closer and dropped it into his hands. The blue straps dangling to his fingers as the thick pouch drooped over Walker's palms.

Walker sighed as he nodded to the coach. "I guess I have no choice. But I'm not going to like it."

"You'll get used to it. But if it helps you feel any better, just think of your girlfriend." Coach replied. Patting Walker's shoulder before heading out to lead the team to the field.

"How am I supposed to do that?" Walker said, confused on the gesture the coach gave. But he didn't have time to think about it. Proceeding to take off his briefs as he dropped them to the floor. Lowering the jockstrap on top of them as he glared at its surface. The cylinder like cushion resting at the center specifically. That thing can't possibly be comfortable he thought, but didn't have time to consider it as the whistles blew from outside. Pulling up the jockstrap, he hoisted the fabric up to his waist. Bracing himself as the wooled pouch slipped cock like a sheet, the cushion envelopes into his ass. He shuttered at the sudden pressure between his cheeks. Fighting the peculiar sensation as he pulled up his pants, before went out to the stadium.

"Ugh it's like having a bottle up my ass" Walker groaned. Walking through the hallway to light ahead.

Meanwhile outside, the band began to play on the field. The players on each side of stadium watching the band play their instruments as they measured the competition. Among them, coach and Travis stood on the sidelines. "What a lovely day for a game." Coach said, raising a hand to his face to block the sun from hitting his eyes.

"Indeed, but I can do without the heat though" Travis commented, pulling at their shirt to air out their body. "You sure Walker's gonna wear that jockstrap? I wouldn't think he would in this weather."

As the two talked, grunts lingered from behind them as Walker came from the entrance. Waddling to the others as he stood behind the other players. "I think he's wearing it..." Coach smiled. Looking toward the band as they reached the end of their song. "Now let's see if this does the trick."

The area would quiet down as the band finished their number. The refs and coaches soon took to the field. Greeting each other as they wished for them a good game before they moved back to the side lines. Their teams soon replacing them as they got to the field. Starting off with the kick off starters as Walker stayed on the sidelines for the time being. Watching as the play commenced, but looked behind him to adjust his rear. "This damn thing is so uncomfortable." He groaned more. Shaking his pants to loosen up the pressure.

Inside his asscrack, the mounds jiggled around the cylinder-like cushion. Matting into the corner of the structure before a cheek brushed it to the hole above. "Man this guy's a rowdy one!" Wilson's voice muffled from the cushion. A hand extending out from inside to spread the tissue apart. Creating a window for him to see through, but wasn't much to view. Walker's dark pucker winked above, quivering while its folds pressed against the rest of the cushion. "Hehee, To think I signed up for my hobby."

"Don't over it in there" Travis said through an earpiece. "We've got a long day ahead of us, and we don't need him to tire himself out."

"Yeah yeah, I got it." Wilson replied. "Nothing of the extreme, just the minimal."

"Good. For now, just sit tight. We'll let walker get comfortable first" Travis said, eying the player sitting on the bench. Still shifting periodically in his seat to ease his discomfort.

"Oh ho, I can do that" Wilson said happily, nuzzling into the cocoon of cushions as he watched the hole above. Slowly winking as its star shrank and grew in place.

After a few plays had gone through, the sun casted over the field. Heatwaves flowing in far distant school as the benches shined with its golden glow. As it did, Walker's team finally received the ball, the coaches finally giving the nod to send Walker to the field. "Give it your all Walker. Remember what we talked about."

"I'll do my best sir.." Walker replied, jogging to the field to join the rest of the team.

Inside his pants, Wilson occupied himself with his phone. Holding it in the available space he had to tap at the screen, his earpiece soon began to ring. "Wilson, you're up." Travis announced.

"About time, was almost getting bored in here" will replied. Tucking his phone into the cushioned cocoon before worming himself through the soft window of tissue. Moving his hands forward, he placed them onto the puckered hole in front of him. Its surface shifting against the player's thighs as he made his way to the line. It was like trying to steer an earthquake as the mounds around squashed and pressed the muscle around the cushion. His fingers dancing around the the plump anus before they sunk between their folds.

Outside, Walker approached the line to face his opponents. Standing with the rest of the linebackers to await for the play to begin. Getting in position, he crouched down and placed his fingers to the ground. Squatting as the rest of the players joined him. The ball soon being placed in the middle of the line, the quarterbacks hand resting upon it. Looking at the ball, Walker turned his gaze to his opponent. Lowering him self lower, but sat up as the cushion moved in his asscrack. Coach better be right about this jockstrap.

"Down...set...hike!" The quarterback yelled. The ball flinging backwards as the players clashed. Thrusting forward, Walker charged into his selected opponent and pushed with all his might. His palms grabbing onto his Jersey as he dragged them backwards. "Grk..grk!" He grunted, pushing harder into them to push them away, looking back to see the quarterback with the ball. Holding it to the air to go for a pass. But he looked back as his opponent pushed harder, Walker's cleats dragging backwards, his arms getting weaker.

"Haha, what is this amateur hour? A kid can push harder than this!" His opponent commented, leaning more against Walker as his weight overwhelmed his.

"He's not gonna hold much longer if he keeps that up" The coach's noted.

"Wilson, it's time." Travis said through the earpiece.

"Way ahead of ya!" Wilson gritted, wrestling away the clumped muscle that hardened against him. Moving his arms towards the hole as he sunk them into the puffy orifice. With a thrust, he plunged them between the pucker as he grinded his arms together like sandpaper. Feeling the tight pucker wrap around his arms like a vice, before finally loosening for his limbs to move.

"Ugh?!" Walker yelped from the outside. His hole gripping at Wilson's arms, tugging him forward as his body brushed against the tender walls.

"This one's a grabber!" Wilson noted, moving his hands faster to keep them loose between the meaty folds.

Walker stepped forward as he tugged against the other player. His muscles beginning to bulge as his back arched forward. "What the?" His opponent said. The player's cleats beginning to slide as the two moved backwards. Their knee caving in as it sent them tumbling backwards to the ground. Walker standing above them.

"What was that?.." He asked himself, Looking behind as the quarterback raced by him. The quarterback's running? How long was he holding them? Shaking off the question, he followed behind as he ran down the field.

His body wasn't built for this type of situation, his legs were thick to move compared the quarterback back thin legs. But he had to get down the field somehow. As he continued to run, that feeling of pressure returned Plunging into his hole, it was like putting keys into an ignition as his body jolted. His muscles growing tighter, his speed growing faster, racing down the field to join the rest of the team. Pushing aside some of the opposing players as few were knocked off their feet. Catching up to the quarterback as he crossed the goal line.

"Touchdown!" The announcer yelled!

"That's the spirit!" Coach shouted.

"Way to go!" Travis chimed in.

The team cheered as the quarterback danced around the field. Walker following behind them as he looked to the field. The enemy play behind him glaring at him as their eyes met Walkers. But his gaze looked to his rear, the feeling still going on, swirling around his hole as it tempted to sink deeper. "I guess this jockstrap's got more to it than I thought.." He muttered. The whistle blew behind them, the teams around recollecting at the goal line for a kick off.

Squatting down, he faced his opponent again, the two locking eyes as they reached for the ground. "I admit, you caught me off guard back there. But you're not knocking me down a second time!" They scorned, their fist digging into the grass.

Walker was silent to the their comment, focusing behind him as his jockstrap spun around his mind. When the whistle blew, the two clashed as they tussled to knock over the other. The feeling returning against his hole, his muscles growing more tighter the further it climbed inside. That feeling, It was strange, and yet..satisfying. Before Walker could focus on it more, his mind drew a blank as gravity shifted. His feet caught on the grass as he pushed the his opponent again. The two knocking to the ground as the ball flew through the air.

"Goal!" The announcer shouted.

"Again?!" The player yelled. Walker landing on top of him as the two locked helmets.

"Sorry again for knocking you over. I really don't know my own strength." Walker said lightly.

"Yeah yeah, get off of me!" The player replied, rolling his body in frustration as he knocked Walker to the ground. Getting up to his feet as he dusted them off. "Your ass is grass on the next play!"

"I look forward to it." Walker replied. A light smile spreading across his face. He didn't think it was possible, but he was actually enjoying the tournament than he thought he would. And the jockstrap..guess coach was on to something when he said to think of girlfriend. As the whistle blew, Travis turned on the ear piece to check on Wilson. "Well done with pick me up, Wilson. We can see the change in Walker's mood from here."

"What'd I tell ya, I can do a lot of things when it comes to butts like these." Wilson replied, the sounds out wet muscle squishing against the microphone. "So what's next?"

"Keep him warmed up for the time being. We still got a long game ahead of us. For now, have a field day."

"Hehehe, you don't gotta tell me twice" Wilson replied. His voice no different than a child at a candy store before the mic shut off. Travis and coach turning their attention to the game. The grunts and groans of the players stretching through field. The ball flying across it, as the teams chased after it.

Time flew by as the game went on. The observing Walker's performance as he raced up and down the field. Enjoying the plays as it he gave his all through the through the second and third quarter. When second quarter arrived, the enemy team had the advantage as they took a two-point lead. But when third quarter came around, Walkers team soon gained the lead.

When the final quarter arrived, the sun shifted over the field. The game continued into half time as most of the audience left for snacks. The teams continuing to play as each team scored a point over the other. the seats became more empty as the sun casted over the bleachers. Heatwaves flowing around the metal seat as it flowed into the field. The players working up a sweat as they awaited for the next kickoff. Walker along the bleachers as he waited for his turn to the field. But focused on his jockstrap as the felt the cushion deep inside his crack.

Inside, the cushion would be soaked with sweat. Tainted with brown around the corners of the tissues. Underneath the crack, Wilson would be laying there, retreating into the small gap he made as he tucked himself back into the cocoon The window he created acting as a skylight, the hole resting above as it winked with anticipation. "Just look at it, to think I get to spend the whole day with an ass like this.." he huffed, the glistening flesh dancing around the entrance. The light rocks almost soothing as the thick mounds moved the cushion around. Soon contracting as Wilson felt himself lift upwards.

" Game's just about over Wilson, We're sending Walker for the play" Travis announced.

"Rodger that." Wilson replied. Shimmying himself back to the entrance of the cushion. he pressed against the puckered anus and squeezed lightly at its edge. Slipping his fingers into the tight center as it climbed up his arms. It had gotten used to to his touch, the flesh was like putting on a giant glove as the ring contracted over his elbows. Rotating them around to adjust himself before his focus drew to the loud grunts above.

Outside, the Walker's team would be on offense as they got to the line. Walker and the opponent player locking eyes for the last time, both covered with sweat as they shook their heads to dry off. "You ready to kiss the ground?" The player threatened.

"I was about to ask you the same thing." Walker replied.

The two readied their stance when the ball set on the line. The rest of the teams getting down in their positions as they waited for the signal. Silence entered the field, the players eying each other for any movement, But held firm as they focused ahead of themselves.

"Down..set..hike!" The ball flung to the enemy team as the quarterback backed away from the line. The linebackers charging forward as they clashed against each other. Walker and the other player locking into a struggle as the two pushed into their jersey's.

Walker pushed into them once more. Adding his own motivation to the mix as he tussled with the linebacker. The lingering feeling in his crack slowly resonating as his body hardened. "I'm..getting through!" He gritted. Pushing into the player as they leaned backwards.

As Walker occupied himself from the outside, inside Wilson would be in a challenge himself. Rubbing his arms around the ring to stimulate it more. His forearms became more slicker as the glistening sweat lathered into his skin. "You gotta give him some more juice Wilson! He's almost got them on the ropes." Coach rang through the earpiece. Him and Travis watching from the side lines as the two seesawed their strength.

"Easier said than done, Im giving it all I've got! With this much space, there's only so much I can do." Wilson replied. Rubbing his arms faster as the ring tightened. But loosened as they came more conditioned to Wilson's rubs. A sudden tilt from outside catching his attention as the fabric behind him pushed at his back.

"No..you...don't!" His opponent gritted, thrusting his arms forward as he knocked Walker to the ground. The impact sending him on his rear as he slid back. The lingering feeling becoming more known, pushing inside his hole. It was a strange feeling, like a plug of some kind that rotated in place. But before he could focus on it, the player towered over him. "Haha! Not so grand being knocked on your ass isn't it?! That'll teach to make a fool out of me!" They said pridefully. Basking in the moment of dominance before the quarterback ran by. Running after them to join them down the field.

"Alright!" Walker got up from the ground. "Now you're really gonnaa-aa!" Getting up from his spot, he tried to move forward to give chase. But the feeling inside began to stir. His muscles tightening before as he jolted backwards. "Ah! Ooo! That's a new feeling!" He muttered. Shifting in place as if he was doing a dance.

As Walker wobbled around the field, Coach and Travis observed from the side lines. Coach reaching for the earpiece as he turned it on. "Wilson! Is everything alright in there?!" Coach asked. Still keeping an eye on Walker as he waddled around, no response coming from the device except the sound of muffled squelches. But a moment later, Wilson's voice started to come through.

Inside, Wilson was jammed up to his waist in ass flesh. The ring quivering over his body like an inflatable, the orifice inside gumming at his upper half as Walker shifted around. Prying a fold apart, Wilson managed to create a pocket for himself. "Haha..Hahaha! Yes, that's the change I was looking for!"

"Wilson, can you hear me? Are you alright?"

"Am I alright?! I've never felt better! Oo this ass is so soft and squishy I can almost sleep in it!" Wilson huffed. Rubbing into the tender flesh with his head. Knocking into the soft crevices of the hole. Walker's grunts and moans lingering around as the walls as they clenched in response. "That's it big guy! Purr for me!" Wilson shouted. Wriggling his body between his hole as the muscle tightened.

"Aaa-aah!" Walker's body tensed as he raced down the field. His flustered face hidden by his helmet as he took off. Coach and Travis watching from the side lines as he zoomed past them, Wilson's cackling filling the speaker.

"Did he hurt his head or something?" Coach puzzled.

"Nope. That's just Wilson being Wilson for ya" Travis chimed in.

As Walker raced, the opponent player gained distance on their quarterback. Nearly a foot away as they ran behind him, but managed to keep up in his slow pace. "Almost..got it..we just need one more score to get-"

"Make way!" Walker's voice said from behind. Catching the player off guard as his large mass loomed from behind. Slamming his back as his form alone pushed him to the side. "What the?!" They yelled. Flung to the side as he toppled to the floor. Heavy cleats stomping ahead of him. As Walker gained speed.

The clock was ticking as the audience glued to the field. The player was almost there, just within reach of the goal. Gaining a meter with each step he took as he reached his hand for the goal line. There eyes lighting up as their foot hovered just above the golden line. But with a sudden tug, their vision moved side ways. Large arms wrapping around him like sandbags as he was hoisted to the air.

"Where'd you come from?!"

"I got him!" Walker shouted in victory. Hugging the player against his body. The clock reaching 5 seconds as the two stood still.

"Hey! What are you-grk!" The player flailed in Walker's arms. Clinging to the ball as he was spun left and right. "Let me go! Your gonna make me-" With a sudden jerk the other way, the ball flung out from the players arms. Dropping to the ground as it rolled to the side.

"Fumble!!!" The audience shouted.

Walker noticed the ball as it rested next to him. Letting go of the quarterback as he lunged onto the ball. Tucking it underneath him as the other players scattered around. Lifting up his jersey, but not his body.

"Hurry up! Get the ball!"

"Im trying! But he won't move!"

"Well make him move! We don't have much time before-"

**Beeep!** the alarm would sound from the bell.

"And that's game! The home team takes the win!" The announcer claimed. The teams running to the field as Walker got up from his laid position. Circling around him, many jumped onto his shoulders, While others patted at his back.

"Well done man! I didn't think you could run that fast!"

"You nearly had me there, thought we were gonna lose that one."

"Hehe, thanks guys" Walker smiled. Basking in the praises his teammates gave him as they huddled around. Travis and coach standing at the sideline as he made his way toward them.

"I told ya you had that spark in ya. Well done Walker." Coach congratulated

"I couldn't have done it without your help coach. This jockstrap really helped out."

"Happy to help out." Coach commented.

"I mean it, it really helped. Er..if you don't mind me asking, could I keep these on for tonight."

"Hehe, go on. Wear it with pride. But I expect to have them back first thing tomorrow at practice. Those are my lucky ones after all" coach winked.

"You can count on that coach! Thanks."

"Yo! Walker!" One of his teammates said near the entrance. A few other players with them as they had their bags in hand. "Wanna join us for some grub. We're hitting the steak and shake!"

"Be right there!" Walker said. Waving to the coach as he made his way toward them. Coach and Travis waving back before he turned to Travis. The two walking back to the lockers to grab their things.

"And you're sure Wilson is okay with it." Coach whispered. "I wouldn't want him to bite off more than he can chew."

"That ass addict? Trust me, as much as I know Wilson, he'll be just fine."

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As the evening came, Walker enjoyed his time with his teammates as they ate their food. Soon returning home where his girlfriend laid waiting, watching the livestream of his match as he walked into the door. He greeted her by bringing her in for a soft kiss, giving her a soft hug before the two of them went to the bedroom. A few minutes passed, their clothes would be off as they went at it with each other. Her body resting up the bed, While walker's rested on his knees. Humping his cock inside her as he longed for their awaited intercourse. Still keeping the jockstrap as he used it to celebrate the victory.

Meanwhile between his cheeks, Wilson would be in a blissful situation of his own. His surroundings covered by sweaty muscle. The ring still surrounding his waist as he swished and stirred around the rim. "ooh man, this has been a day." He huffed heavily. Smelling the musk as it filled his nostrils with the aroma of salt, an earthy smell following it as the walls contracted and pressed into Wilson. The little guy grabbing a fold like they were covers as he hugged them close. A distant, but rumbling moan echoing from Walker. But as Wilson began to relax, his earpiece would ring.

"Alright Wilson, the day is done. Time to head back to coach." Travis spoke.

"Ah come, can't I just have a little more time."

You had a day and a whole hour in there, I think you've soaked enough. Let's go, I'm outside the window."

"Ah fine.." Wilson groaned, slowly moving his hips around to draw himself out. Making it last while he still could as the orifice climbed up his body. Relishing in the deep squishes of the ring against his face before he was squeezed out fully. Climbing through the meaty mounds to the pierced lighting the peeked from behind the asscrack, moans echoed from the outside. "That is one lucky gal. Would I give to have something like that." Wilson thought. His upper half peeking out from between Walker's glutes. Their surface jiggling as he wobbled heavily in place. "Aah I could rest here forever."

"Well I can't, so let's go before someone starts staring."

"Alright alright, such a worry wort." Wilson replied. Looking to the round edge of Walker's ass as he rubbed its surface softly. "Fare the well, sweet ass" he said to the muscle. Raising his hand to the air, he smacked against the thick hide as the glutes reacted. Squeezing at Wilson's body as he catapulted from them like a rocket.

"Yie!" Walker yelped, thrusting forward as his cock plunged inside his Girlfriend. Looking back to what it was as he rubbed his ass. "The heck was that?" He puzzled, spreading his ass apart to check his hole. Missing Wilson's little foot jiggling from the window as he slipped out.

The next day, Walker did as his coach asked as he returned his jockstrap. Even washing it a little as its wool fluffed up in his palms. But he couldn't help but notice the change in the atmosphere. His teammates holding the smaller ones on their palms whereas other rested on their shoulders. Travis coming to greet him as the two.mingled amongst the others. "Glad you could make it Walker." Travis greeted. "You good to go?"

"Yeah im ready. But uh..what's with all the little ones in here. I thought they didn't wanted us in separate division.."

"Guess the board had a change of heart. But hey, you'll have plenty of time to think about it during practice." Travis assured, walking with Walker as the two made their way through the lockers.

"Huh..yeah suppose your right. Perhaps a little time with get me to adjust" Waker replied. Grabbing his bag before he made his way to the gate. "By the way, since their part of the division now, how's Wilson holding up on this change."

"Oh he's livid. He's enjoying the new position he's got for his efforts of practice."

As the two.headed out to the field, a closed door would rest at the other side of the locker. Inside, a group of Giant Player would be huddled in place. And in the center, would be walker as he had a towel wrapped around his waist. "Looks like we got quite the group today. Im sure your performances have been well noted, but now comes the test of quality. Hehehe, ass quality. Bend them down boys." he ordered.

Some of them groaned as they turned their rears towards Wilson. Removing their towels as they bent down to display themselves. Some were more rounded as their smooth rear stacked neatly, while others were more bulky between their thighs. "Yees. Yes, most fitting indeed. Hard to choose which to start with first."

"Do we really have to be doing this?" one of the players groaned. Their rear more bubbled than the rest of them. "We should be out there practicing. Not showing our asses to this..squirt."

"Ahem, this "Squirt" is your coaches honorary checker." Wilson corrected, taking off his towel as he spin it in place. "And I expect to see asses of the utmost for your sakes."

Fwack! Wilson whipped the towel forward as the nipped at the players rear. The left cheek jiggle before the startled player hugged their hands over them. "Ow!"

"Otherwise I have no choice but issue a mandatory workout for your quads. You want to practice? You can start with some laps over the fences. Or you can sit in here, and let your checker see those mounds."

"Alright I get your point!..I didn't want to over do it anyway." The player replied. Digging their fingers into their crack as they parted them towards wilson. The others doing the same as the showed it in his direction. It was lile looking at a bud of flowers as their puckers winked in place.

"There! Happy!"

"Hehehee, most definitely."

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