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madelynraemunson · 24 days

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i neeeed you to hear me out on this one okay. okay okay so the song is casual by chappell roan and its about like being super intimate w a guy but he still tells his friends you're just a casual fuck. like some of the lyrics are "i've heard so many rumors that i'm just a girl that you bang on your couch" and "knee deep in the passenger seat and you're eating me out, is it casual now?" so like. eddie munson. angst. and reader whos fed up with him being so cocky to his friends ab how he gets her off while he brushes her off. PLEASE hear me out 🫣

IM HEARING YOU ALL THE WAY OUT 😩😩🗣️

(as someone who dated a literal INCEL in high school who was charismatic to all and manipulative to none but me this fucking triggered me. i see you boo)

CW: misogynist behavior, adult themes, 18+ minors DNI

eddie sweetie, this isn't you :( but without further a due...

"If you have to go around telling people that you're a good person, you probably aren’t a good person."

incel!asshole!modern!eddie x fem!innocent!reader

WC: 1.3k words | part two here

Ever since you became exclusive with the ‘Town Freak’, your friends have constantly been ripping your ass a new one.

They were all so wrong about Eddie Munson. Because beneath the rugged, edgy persona he likes to put on every day (spewing his ‘Abolish-The-Status-Quo’ Manifesto atop an unsteady table in the cafeteria) lies a woman-worshipping gentleman, a soft, romantic, misunderstood love-sick puppy who would do just about anything to know you like the back of his hand.

Your dream boy.

"No one ever wants to date the nice guy," Eddie would say to you, alluding to himself. You’d constantly deny his claim. “But the jocks? The rabbits in band? The chess club dweebs? Oh yeah, without a doubt. Anyone but the freak."

It all made you think Eddie was created perfectly for you. That there was some sort of invisible string in the halls of Hawkins High, waiting for just the right moment to pull you two together. And when you two kissed that one day after detention, his hands snaked gently around your waist behind the rusty, faded bleachers out by the stadium, it felt like a match made in heaven.

“You gonna be my girl?” Eddie grinned into you, stroking your cheek, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Mine and mine only?”

“Yours,” you whispered breathlessly to him before reeling him in for another blissful peck.

And soon, lonely afternoons in study hall turned into D&D campaigns with him and his friends. Mundane weekend errands turned into fishing trips with him and Wayne. And soon quiet, anxious car rides became karaoke and head-banging sessions. Once aimless and confused, lost in the melody of life, suddenly all the love songs were about Eddie. You finally found the one.

It all leads you to believe your friends were just jealous of you. True friends would be over the moon.

This afternoon you had a surprise for Eddie. Just last week, you lost your virginity to him and were still swooning over how caring and tender he was with you. Surely, that is the bare minimum for a guy, but the bare minimum is so hard to come by nowadays. Cookies for Discord night with his friends was the least you can do to show how much you appreciate your boyfriend.

After extracurriculars, you rush home to get the oven going, throwing down in the kitchen to make the best snickerdoodles Eddie will ever have. And after one last look in the mirror, fixing your flirty skirt and your plump glossy lips, you set off to Forrest Hills Trailer Park.

Eddie has his headset on so he doesn’t hear your multiple knocks at the door. You knew he would be home though, dude’s got nowhere else to be on a Friday night. Eventually, you decide to hobble out back, looking through one of the windows by the kitchen that he always cracked open just so he doesn’t hotbox the place.

“I’m right behind you, right behind you!” Eddie warns his friends as he nears them in the game. “Gonna need some backup from Gareth the Great.”

Since he’s focused on his electronics, you decide to shoot him a text message. Hopefully then he’ll come to the door.

Hi baby 💕 I brought you some homemade snickerdoodles :)

You can’t help but smile when you hear your custom text-tone go off. But, to your surprise, you watch as Eddie turns a blind eye, chucking his phone onto the nearby couch instead of answering your text.

What the fuck?

"Ugh. She's texting me again," your boyfriend grumbles to the boys as he proceeds with the game. "She's kinda annoying, to be honest. Gonna wait a while before I respond.”

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. Pressing your ear against the mesh blinds that separated you two from each other, you decide to listen in for a while longer.

“Don’t you think you’re stringing her along, Eds?”

Yeah, don’t you think? you think to yourself.

“Yeah, but… free pink,” Eddie sneers with a tsk and shrug. “However I want, whenever I want. She just makes it so easy.”

Eddie then starts to spill the details of taking your virginity, about how you were “chimping out” underneath him on his couch while Wayne was sleeping. What was a sacred ordeal to you was made to sound like a cheap, subpar experience to Eddie. His commentary sends the boys into a spiral, fits of hooting and hollering like it was the best stand-up bit they’ve heard in a long time. Resentment simmers within you. This can’t be the same boy.

“How’d you get a pretty girl like that anyway?” comes another voice in the call.

“Pretty fucking easy,” Eddie scoffs. “You just tell her exactly what she wants to hear. Just say what she says right back to her and the panties come right off. She’ll think you’re soulmates.”

The room erupts with virtual laughter, followed by obnoxious sound effects that the app enables users to send to one another. Your stomach begins to twist, the forbidden cookie dough you ingested just an hour prior threatening to make its way back up.

“HAHAHA,” someone in the chat cackles. “Eds will do anything for that roast beef.”

“I’ve always been keen on them deli meats. Am I right, boys?”

The snickering commences again. Eddie thanks the Discord guys as they extol him in compliments, encouraging him to write a playbook on how to get a proper lay. Eddie ends up shutting down the idea. But not because he thinks it’s fucked. No. It’s because he claims he doesn’t “have to try” and that you just “put out” at the drop of a hat.

The tray of Eddie’s undeserved cookies shakes in your hands as your body begins to tremble. You’re going to be sick. And just when you think it can’t get anymore twisted, it does.

“Hey, what do you think about that girl from math class with the fat ass?”

“Harmony?”

“Yeah.”

“God if she’s into me too I’d dump my girl in a heartbeat,” Eddie swoons.

Of course he’d gawk over Harmony. Outside of Tammy Thompson and Chrissy Cunningham, Harmony Heathers was next up to bat for the Queen of Hawkins High.

“She’s got fucking beanbags where her ass should be. I’d do just about anything for her.”

“And her.”

“Yeah and I’d do her.”

"I'd do her too," Eddie admits.

That’s enough.

You’ve heard enough to know that Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson was just like the rest. Throwing the snickerdoodle cookies you made for him into the trash, you sprint back to your car and set off for your house, music blaring the entirety of the commute.

My friends call me a loser 'Cause I'm still hanging around

I've heard so many rumors That I'm just a girl that you bang on your couch

You slam the door to your room the moment you get home. And before stripping down and hopping into the safety of a warm shower, you send Eddie one last text.

Actually, you know what? It’s over. Don’t talk to me ever again.

Washing the grossness off of you was the only way you felt you could feel okay.

You wanted the remnants of Eddie OFF of your body. Hysterically sobbing, you attempt scrub off all the dead skin on your body with a loofah. Frustrated tears roll down your face.

I thought you thought of me better, Someone you couldn't lose

You wanted all the dead cells off of you. You wanted a new body. You wanted a new life.

And you couldn’t wait to grow newer, thicker skin. A new shell of you. It will be skin that Eddie can never say he touched.

You said, "We're not together" So now when we kiss,

Fuck Eddie Munson.

I have anger issues

You give the weird kid a chance, and then suddenly he acts like you’re the freak.

#eddie munson angst #maddy’s mailbox ✨#EDDIE THIS ISN'T YOU #eddie munson one shot #angsty blurb #eddie munson x reader #maddy’s requests 🍸

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dakotalun · 6 months

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"Close" | Eddie Munson

pairing: Eddie Munson X Fem Reader

summary: Eddie is teaching you how to DM, but what you don't realize is how close the two of you get throughout the night.

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff

word count: 1.3k

a/n: Just thought we could use some fluff in our lives.

*******NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNERS*******

When I showed up in the drama room before the weekly Hellfire game, Eddie thought I was lost. Just by the clothes I was wearing and the smile on my face he thought this was some prank from the jocks. He told me later on that he thought “there was no way that someone like you, someone so pretty and normal was interested in Dungeons and Dragons.”

But I was, I love D&D actually. Always have, well since my friends at my old school dragged me along to the first club meeting that year, but I fell in love instantly. The way you can just transform into someone else and not care about the shit going on in the outside world was a dream come true for me.

Once Eddie and I got to talking we hit it off, he was a god at being a DM and I loved that because my last one just wanted to kill all the players as fast as possible as if it were a race to see how many he could off before anyone got into the real storyline.

“So meet at my place around 8? My uncle should be at work by then so we can have the place to ourselves.” Eddie was walking with me to my next class after lunch. The two of us were planning on joint DMing a campaign and wanted to get together soon to start planning.

“That should work. Man, I can't wait to see the look on their faces when they see me sitting in the throne for the campaign!”

“Woah there sweetheart, the throne in there is mine. But I’ll gladly have you on my lap,” Eddie whispers at me before winking.

I just laughed and punched him in the arm, “In your dreams lover boy,” We reach my classroom after the short walk from the cafeteria, “See you later Eds.”

“Bye sweetheart,” Eddie waves at you before heading off to his own class.

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The school day couldn’t have gone by slower. The anticipation for tonight was gnawing at my stomach all day. I’ve always been interested in being a DM but never had the chance, so when I approached Eddie with the idea I was fully prepared for him to shoot it down.

To both my luck and surprise he agreed to teach me and help me with a joint campaign to get my feet wet in the Dungeon Master pool. I had almost every book on D&D, reading them late at night when I should’ve been studying for my tests. They were just too fascinating to put down once picked up.

Once I heard the high pitch screech of the school bell dismissing us for the day I was out of my seat and through those doors before my teacher could even give me the homework. I’ll just get it from May tomorrow. I headed straight home to get prepared for tonight, not that this was a date or anything. I just wanted to look good because this is the first time Eddie and I have hung out one on one since we met.

By the time 8 rolls around I’m already dressed and prepared to see Eddie. I’m going a little out of my confort zone with this outfit because I’m not wearing a bra which is weird for me. The white tank top I have on doing nothing at hiding my nipples and the attached nipple piercings. It’s starting to get colder outside so I threw on some loose fitting jeans and a leather jacket to complete the look before I was off to Eddie’s trailer.

Truth be told, I wanted to wear something that involved a skirt because I notice the way Eddie’s eyes travel to my thighs when I wear one but I also felt like that was coming off too strong, so I decided against it. This shirt will have to do for now.

The drive was short and quiet, the only noice being the wind blowing in from my windows and the animals outside. I reach Eddie’s house and hop out my car, grabbing my bag out the passenger’s seat before heading towards the door.

Just like Eddie said his uncle was at work since I didn’t see his truck outside next to Eddie’s van. I walk up the steps and knock on the door a few times until I hear the lock click and am met with a bright faced Eddie.

“Right on time, come on in.” Eddie opens the door a little more allowing me to walk inside, “Make yourself at home.”

The place is cozy and nice, hats and mugs are hung from the walls in the living room. My eyes scan around, taking in the place Eddie calls home.

“Want a drink?” Eddie offers from the kitchenette to my left.

“Coke if you have it please. If not water’s fine,” I reply, sitting down on the couch. Eddie returns with a Coke for me and a beer for himself.

Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off me as I took the Coke from him, the way my nipples just barely peeked out from beind the leather, showing him the faint outline of my piercings. It was killing him not being able to touch me the way he wanted, to feel me underneath him.

Eddie clears his throat, “So where do we begin?”

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A few hours later Eddie and I are sitting on the couch, looking over all the pages of notes and open books on the coffee table in front of us. We’ve been going over the base plot line for the campaign for a while now and just need to figure out monsters and level up points.

“I think it would be wise to level them up just before the Ogre caves so that way they won’t get immediately killed you know?”

“I hear that but if we level them up then, we would have level 3 players fighting level 9 monsters in the next town.”

“Shit right, okay what if we,” I think for a minute, taking a quick drink of my third Coke of the night, “I got nothin’.”

Eddie is still looking at the book in front of us, his leg bouncing up and down quickly showing how anxious he is at the moment. I look up from where I’m staring when I feel the movement, my eyes immediately locking with the point where our legs are touching.

My gaze then raises to our arms, his shoulder squished against mine, the muscles flexing as he plays with the rings on his fingers. I took off my jacket a while ago, getting too hot with excitement as we talked about the storyline. Now it felt like my skin was on fire, his heat engulfing me as we sat side by side.

Eddie must have noticed my staring and stopped looking at the books and looked at me. His gaze follows mine when he notices it’s not focused on his own. And once he does notice what my gaze was focused on, he gets even more nervous, his eyes growing wide at the sight.

The softness of my skin on his and the rough feeling of my jeans on his skin through the holes in his own is like heaven to him. He wishes I would stop looking at his arms and look at his eyes because he needs to read my full expression.

As if I read his mind my eyes lock with his, the brown orbs he has containing nothing but warmth in return. The two of us just sit like that for a full minute, neither one of us wanting to break the connection we have. I can see the mix of emotions behind his eyes, the conflict of what to do next. I’m sure he can see my emotions too, fighting and slowly losing the battle to not lean in and kiss him.

I can clearly see the moment when his restraint snaps, the way his eyes darken and become softer at the same time. He leans in slowly, so aganizingly slowly, he doesn’t want to scare me away, he’s giving me an out. But I don’t take it. Instead I take my hand and put it in his hair before pulling his face to mine, locking our lips in a long awaited kiss.

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malebodyexhibit · 1 year

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Gives an inch, takes a mile (a free commission tale)

I nuzzled my face into my boyfriend’s chest. After his gym workout, he smelled so good. I was usually not into the smell of sweat or BO, but smelling his musk with lavender body wash was soothing as he held me in his arm. His body warmed me through my gray pullover. He knew I didn’t jock out like him. I was a bit of a geek. I preferred to stay in and play video games; but I hoped the home-cooked meals, muscle massages, and my love were enough. Yet, he posed with me in a selfie for his Facebook. He did his best to capture his good side and mine as well, but I didn’t have many good sides. Not like him. Leaning against him, I could feel his muscles and the bulge of his erection. I tried to think that it was for me, but he was still friends with his ex on Facebook. That was who the pictures were for. It was a silent competition between the two of them.

“Look at my cute boyfriend whom I snuggle with after a hard gym workout!” My boyfriend’s selfie implied. He’d take pictures of my home-cooked meals with heart emojis. Then some of us while we hung out with friends. All of this to “get back” at his ex. An emotionally manipulative asshole.

The type of asshole who posted obvious bulge pics on Facebook. He flaunted his body like it was God’s gift. He always did lewd gestures with his tongue and fingers. His photos always had him showing off his muscles, posing with other men, and partying. I tried to tell myself that my boyfriend was over him, because that dick would tease him. He would share my boyfriend’s secrets with his friends behind his back. He made my boyfriend do sexual things that made him uncomfortable. My boyfriend told me that his ex even had him wear a chastity belt to work. If he wanted it off, he’d have to beg his ex to unlock him, but his ex wouldn’t until my boyfriend submitted to him and sucked him off. This wasn’t even mentioning the times his ex cheated with other guys and gaslit my boyfriend into thinking it was his fault.

I kept think why my boyfriend had put up with it for so long. But I knew the answer.

It’s because he’s hot obviously. He had the abs, the shoulders, and the 12-inch cock that would make men put up with his shit. Someone like me had to rely on kindness and being a decent human being. I loved my boyfriend so much and wondered why he just didn’t settle down with me. If I was hot, then he would have proposed to me already. But I was just too kindhearted and unremarkable.

But I heard about a different website that could help me… It was an underground thing that was spread by word of mouth. A man walking down the street stopped me and looked me up and down. He said, “I think I got something for you.” He told me about the website and that it was built for “people like you.” The website promised to make you the “man of your lover’s dreams.” The website could make me his ex.

Well.. it did more than that. I entered my and my boyfriend’s information. It promised to turn me into someone my boyfriend loved. Someone he wanted with his whole body and mind. The next morning, I was in his ex’s body.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. I played with his light-brown hair, so fair and soft unlike my original hair. I ran my hands over my biceps, then my abs. The first time I ever had abs! His body was so sensitive and I was so turned on my the sight of me controlling his ex’s body that I felt myself getting hard. I pulled down his underwear and saw the massive cock. I understood why so many people wanted this asshole now. I stroked one out right there. My jizz sprayed over my abs and chest. He had a long reach. I dug through his laundry hamper and pulled out clothes. They smelled ripe, but I noticed he didn’t have much clean clothes.

I had access to his memories and I knew that around this time he would be at the gym. That’s when I realized my boyfriend and his ex went around the gym at the same time. In his ex’s memories, I saw that they checked each other out while they worked out. They showered just a few feet apart. The whole time his ex would tease and mock my boyfriend by showing off his body to him. Not anymore.

I headed to the gym and found my boyfriend there. We made eye contact and throughout my workout, I watched my boyfriend watching me in the body of his ex. And let me tell you, it was hard to workout with a massive erection. I kept taking breaks to find ways to hide my boner. But this body was so hot, I eventually went to the showers to finish up. Then my boyfriend came in. He tried to keep things casual, saying hi and doing his shower. But I couldn’t keep it in any longer.

“Babe, it’s me.” I then told my boyfriend everything that happened. How I switched bodies and how I was his ex now. My boyfriend was shocked but suddenly realized it was me when I told him I loved him. “Wouldn’t it be awesome if I stayed in this body?” I said, smiling. “You could have a sweet boyfriend and an incredibly hot one too.”

“But, I thought you hated him?” My boyfriend said. “Every time I mentioned what he did to me, you always got mad that someone treated me so badly.”

“Yes, but I know you like his body—don’t deny it. He’s pretty hot. I got to rub one out and I honestly want to see what else it can do.” I held my boyfriend and took a picture. I loved how I look and how small my boyfriend was now.

The next few weeks were awesome. I cared for my boyfriend and gave him the attention he needed. I cooked for him and let him top this hot body, something his ex would never let him do. The first time after he tried to pin me down (he’s shorter than my new body) and shot a load in my ass, he held me and told me he loved me. He asked if it was almost the right time to get married. I was excited, but kept my cool. I told him, let’s get used to the changes first. We kissed and he explored my body with his mouth.

Some of the new changes were that my boyfriend wanted me to go with him to the gym though. And I actually got into it. I hardly play video games anymore or do that geeky shit, but I love pumping iron. The guys at the gym also can’t help checking me out. My boyfriend started to get insecure, but I tried to reassure him that I loved him and wouldn’t cheat, unless he got fat. I meant it as a joke, but he took it pretty seriously. He started working out a bit more, and I loved the results actually. So sometimes I would poke his stomach just to give him a reminder. I found that my boyfriend also had trouble making me cum during sex. He tried his best to satisfy me, but I jokingly asked if he needed another guy to help. So now I top him. It’s just easier for us that way. I also noticed I was getting cocky. The past day I got sidetracked at the gym. I was chatting with these couple hotties and just having a casual flirt. I mean it’s not cheating unless I actually fuck them, right? Well, I told my boyfriend he needed to cook dinner since I was busy. He threw a big fit, so I just decided to eat some ass. The two bros I met at the gym took me back to their place and I went to town tonguing their holes and fingering them open. While I fucked one, the other jerked off and came on me. I didn’t even wash up when I got back home. I wanted my boyfriend to see he couldn’t take me for granted.

Now I don’t even care if my boyfriend goes with me to the gym as long as he is facedown on the bed when I get home so I can pound his ass. He’s so afraid that I’d leave him. I understand why his ex was so hard on him. Give him 12 inches and he tries to take a mile. You got to keep him down so he knows who the alpha is.

#male transformation #male tf #transform #male transform #transformation #nerd to jock #mental change #personality change #alpha #male body exhibit

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sinful-mind-joyful-thoughts · 2 months

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ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍɪꜱꜱ ᴘɪᴘᴇᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ (J.M)

*vision bored doesn't describe readers' looks it describes the vibes of the story*

Pairing: football-player!Joel Miller x golden-girl!Fem!Reader

POV: This story is told through the POV of high school senior Joel Miller

Summary: Joel's girl lives in his dreams and in the house next door. He's always known her, and he's always wanted her, but in ApplePine, whose dream does she not haunt? Now He has a chance that He's been looking forward to all his life. This can't fail. He won't let someone like her slip away.

Warnings/tags: Kind of toxic undertones, mentions of a bad home life (reader), church, idolization, nerves, kissing and making out, small Texas town with very traditional values, climbing and watching people through windows, Joel is a Lil bit of a stalker, BAD American football talk. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME

WC: 4.5k

On most Saturdays and after church on Sundays, she could be found working at the local ice cream shop. Occasionally, if there wasn't a football game, she would also work on Fridays. She was a well-known figure in our small town - being the girl next door, head cheerleader, and leading member of the student council. Her many accomplishments included winning the title of Little Miss Apple Pine, which only added to her popularity. Many of us admired her from afar, watching her ride her bike with friends, interact with the little kids in the neighborhood, or simply be in her element with a book in hand and a Walkman playing some music.

It was difficult to tell what music she listened to, but I'd like to think it was hard rock, maybe Guns N' Roses. However, her sweet nature suggested it was more likely to be Bon Jovi or AC/DC. Despite her bright persona, we all knew that she had a tough time at home, our houses were right next to each other too It was sad but there's only so much a loud TV can cover.

We attend the same school and ride the same bus together. We have chemistry class as well as lunch B together. Additionally, we share gym and math classes. I have noticed that she is quieter in math class and doesn't answer questions as quickly. In math class, she sits three seats ahead of me, and during lunch, she sits six seats away from me. Her round lunch table is located ten tables away from mine, and it's always occupied by a few cheerleaders and jocks who are considered acceptable, unlike me who often gets thrown off the field for hitting refs because of not knowing if I'm coming or going. Compared to them, she seems to be in another world, like a cool autumn day in the middle of a hot Texas summer.

As the chemistry class began, Mr. McMory walked into the classroom with his glasses resting on the tip of his nose. He had only undone the top button of his shirt, showing some long curly grey chest hairs — utterly gross if you ask me. We all watched as he walked to the whiteboard at the front of the classroom. He clasped his hands together behind his back and stopped before turning to face the class.

"Now, as most of you probably know, we will need to form a new set of lab partners for this semester. However, to keep things fair so everyone gets a chance of getting matched with whom You would prefer, I've decided to have you all write your names on a small piece of paper and put them in this box. Once I've finished passing them out, I will draw two student names from the box at random, and those two will be your partners for this semester."

Without having to pause, Mr. McMory spoke clearly. This routine was something he did every marking period, four times a year, for 30 years. The memories of the previous marking period memories flooded my mind, where Jason Duly and Billy Holiday tried to bribe Gaby Michelle to give up her seat so that they could sit next to our classmate, the charming "I trust that you all understand the process now?" Mr. McMory continued. Once no one raised their hands to question what he said, he walked back to the front and handed out the small pieces of paper to everyone. "Now you have two minutes to write your names on the paper, then place it into the box. Once you are all finished, I will begin the randomized selection."

Chaos began to take place across the room with various bets being placed and trades being arranged like a market in the middle of a jungle, I wrote my name on the slip of paper without a thought. It was a meaningless task to me, as I would have been fine with getting anyone as my lab partner. In the middle sat our Pipe Dream, seemingly clueless to it all, while these students scrambled like mad to gain the favor of their desired partners, and the professor seemed unaware of all the action taking place in the classroom.

The chaos of the class was suddenly drowned out by Mr. McMory yelling out to have students start putting their slips into the box. As the box was quickly getting more and more full, the class started to become more and more silent and calm as no one wanted to be one of the ones not getting the partner they wanted even if they all wanted the same one our darling Miss pipedream isn't only perfect in every way but she's also incredibly smart.

Mr. McMory walked to the front of the classroom and stood in front of the whiteboard. He held the box and a red whiteboard marker. "No changing partners unless both parties are in agreement," he said as he paused and placed the box on a stool in front of him. He then pulled out the first two names. "Gaby and Hannah," he announced, causing a small gasp from some students. Mr. McMory placed the paper down and wrote the names on the board. There was a moment of silence before a low murmur began to spread throughout the classroom Mr. McMory then pulled out another two slips from the box and announced the next pairs of names: "Billy and Jillian, Jason and Cory." As each pair was announced, the two people were immediately surrounded by cheers of excitement or groans of disappointment. Some students could be overheard saying things like "no way!" and "I can't believe this!" and "Are we sure it's fair?" There were a few complaints here and there that their partner was not who they wanted, but Mr. McMory quickly cut them off, saying, "No changing partners unless both parties are in agreement, understood?"

As I stood watching the chaos break loose behind me, I couldn't help but chuckle at how quickly everything was unfolding. However, my laughter came to a sudden halt when Mr. McMory announced me and a stranger as partners.No, not a stranger, It was the girl who seemed to have it all, the girl who had effortlessly made her way through every aspect of the school and had become something of a legend. She was the girl next door, the one every boy wanted, and the only one I was enamored with at the slightest glance in her direction. My heart skipped a beat as I looked over the crowd and saw her smiling brightly at me. Time seemed to slow down as the rest of the world faded away. It was as if the universe was just waiting for us to get to know each other. My nervousness quickly turned into an adrenaline rush as I became more and more excited. It was an opportunity I couldn't pass up, a chance to turn my dreams into reality and finally figure her out.

On the bus, I noticed her again. We made eye contact but didn't speak. She sat with her friend Sally Handson until she got off at her stop. However, I didn't expect her to move over and sit in the same seat as me.

"You're Joel, right?" she asked me before kindly offering her hand to shake.

"That's me," I smiled as I gently took her hand in mine and shook it. Our skin connected, and I felt a slight tremor in my hand before letting go, not wanting to make the situation any more awkward. I looked back up to see her, and she seemed to be just as nervous as I felt. The silence seemed to linger on for a moment before she spoke again.

"I just wanted to ask if you've had a chance to look at the assignment yet?"

I took a moment to gather my thoughts before speaking. "No, actually, I'm not very good at chemistry. I was probably going to copy off of you, to tell you the truth," I said, trying to make a joke, but struggling to hide the fact that it was true.

She smiled brightly, showing off her pearly white teeth. "Like all football players. It's okay though, I can help you study sometime if you'd like?"

As she spoke, my heart skipped a beat and my cheeks flushed. The offer of her help flooded my mind with different scenarios, from spending time with her after school to studying together at the library or even hosting study groups at our houses. I chuckled nervously and nodded my head.

The sudden stop of the bus snapped me back to reality, and a thought raced through my mind. Should I ask to walk her home? The offer seemed so appealing, and I was filled with possibilities of getting to know her even better. It was time to take the chance, but I had to fight the nervousness building inside me.

"Hey, are you walking to your house? Because I was just going to ask if...if I could walk you home?" I spoke the words carefully, fearing that I might mess up and ruin the moment. I fiddled with the straps of my backpack, feeling my heart pound in my chest as I waited for her response.

She smiled kindly at me. "Yes, and I would love that. Do you know which house?"

"I do," I said with a slightly more confident tone than before. I felt myself calming down as the idea of walking home together became more real. She began to take in the neighborhood around us, and I thought it was a perfect time to start a conversation.

"So, this is where you live?"

She giggled, and her laughter was infectious. I couldn't help but smile. "Joel, you and I have lived in the same neighborhood since we were newborns. We're neighbors for goodness sake, no need to be so formal with me."

She was right; I was overthinking our interactions. We had been neighbors for as long as I could remember. "Oh yeah...I suppose you have a point. I guess my nervousness made me go blank like that. I'm just not used to seeing you when you're not out on the field with your cheer squad." I chuckled, feeling my nerves die down even more as I looked over at her and relaxed a bit more.

"I understand it's hard not to picture me like that, and you as well, Joel. You're violent on the field. I'm pretty sure that referee from Tentown had a broken nose," she tries to make conversation.

The mention of the game in Tentown makes me chuckle a bit. That was the first game in the league where I was allowed to play, and I suppose my desire to prove myself ended with me getting a bit carried away. The thought of the ref's nose makes me chuckle a bit more as I couldn't help but feel bad for the ref.

"Yeah, I think you're right about that. But that's just how it is, right? The game is pretty brutal. I can't play without getting a little carried away."

She thinks for a second and then says, "Maybe that's why you're always benched, along with Tommy? Speaking of your brother, where is he? Oh, and how are poor freshmen? I heard the older football players are being a little mean."

The question about my benching for games suddenly brings back my nervous energy, and I immediately feel uncomfortable talking about it. "That's probably one of the reasons for it, yeah..." I sigh as the mention of my brother and some of the team's hazing of the freshman brings a frown to my face.

"It pisses me off how they treat some of the freshmen like that. I don't see why they can't just treat them like the rest of the team..." I pause mid-sentence as the thought comes to my mind.

"I feel so bad for the poor freshman. They do the same thing on the cheer team," she said. We stopped at the crossing signal, and I was surprised by how well she could relate to what I was describing. It dawned on me that she may have experienced it more than I had considering how involved she is in cheer. We waited for the light to turn green, and I smiled at her.

"We should set up a study date sometime soon. After all, you said you're not that good at chemistry?" she said as we got closer to her house. I was thrilled at the possibility of spending more time with her.

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea. I'll certainly need the help," I chuckled. She walked ahead of me with a sweet little glide in her step, making me have to catch up to her as we continued walking.

"Which days work for you?" she asked, opening her backpack and taking out a pen and paper. "Oh, and write down your landline number." I replied, "I'm pretty much free all week, so just let me know what works for you." Her request for my landline number made my heart skip a beat as it reminded me of when she offered to help me at her place.

"How about Friday after school since there's no game? We can meet at my place," she suggested as we stood outside her front gate. "That works great for me! We can discuss our study plans and maybe even study together if you're up for it," I replied excitedly. "Your place sounds perfect, and I just want to say thank you," I added, feeling grateful for her help. She smiled and said, "Of course, Joel." Then she walked into her yard and house, waving goodbye.

Friday couldn't come any quicker in my mind. I couldn't get Miss Applepine, Cheery Pie, Pipe Dream out of my head at all. The more we talked in class, the more I fell under her spell and the more I wanted to know... She was a mystery, and I wanted to be the first to hear everything she was willing to tell.

now stand at her front door. I rang the doorbell eagerly waiting for her to answer. She opened the door; she looked so pretty. "Come on in, Joel," she opened the door to let me in. In all my years of being neighbors, I always wondered what her house looked like, and to be honest, her house is less organized than I thought.

"Sorry about the mess. You know, it's just me and my dad, and I'm a little behind on chores... um... studying," she began to ramble but stopped herself. It was rather cute; it made me smile even more.

"Come on upstairs to my room. I have all my books and everything up there," she led me up to her bedroom. It was so normal - band posters, photos of her family, school items, her numerous awards, and her window looked directly into my room.

As we entered her room, I couldn't resist glancing over to her window again. It felt like this was the closest I could get to seeing inside her home for A Long time and now I'm inside the looking glass. I took a seat right next to her bed as she went to her bookshelf to collect her textbooks. As we started reviewing the material, a wave of butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I occasionally stole a glance at her while she flipped through different articles, but I couldn't hold my stare for long.

"Are these all the books we're going to be using?" I asked as she placed her biology and chemistry books on her desk. I watched her lean over, her eyes almost glued to the books as she read through them. "Yeah, these are the ones. I just want to make sure that we're both prepared for this project. It's about how we think the universe began, so lots to cover" she replied with a soft smile that brought me back to reality for a moment as I gazed into her eyes.

"I'm ready to start studying. So, what do you want to start with?" she asked as I sat down. She looked at me with a sweet smile and thought for a moment before responding, "Do you think we should start with chemistry? I know it's the one you struggle with the most."

"Sure, that works," I replied excitedly she remembered that from the walk my cheeks got a little pink as I opened the book and looked over her shoulder to find the section she had mentioned. I was determined to pay close attention this time, feeling more relaxed thanks to her calm and collected presence.

Every little gesture or movement she made caught my full attention like a spark in my head. Her adorable smile and the way she played with her hair made it difficult to resist complimenting her. When she asked if she could ask me something, it snapped me out of my trance for a moment. I replied with a simple "Yeah, sure."

As she playfully hit my shoulder, her touch felt light as a feather. I couldn't help but smile, sitting up and crossing my legs like she was doing. Moving my book from my lap, I placed it on the end of her bed. "Why can't you focus?" she asked, and my heart started racing. I didn't want to tell her the truth, so I lied, "No reason..." Trying to act casual, I could feel myself blushing as she hit my shoulder and called me out. It was because of her - her sweet smile, small gestures, and the way she sat cross-legged on her bed - that I couldn't focus. But I couldn't just outright admit that I had a massive crush on her.

"We can take a break?" she offered, and I felt even more nervous. The idea of taking a break meant a chance to talk about things other than studying and a chance to just hang out with her. I was hoping that she felt the same way and that she also couldn't help but notice the tension that was building between us. I sat back up and joked, "You're saying that as if I would deny the offer." My heart was racing, and I couldn't help but wonder if she could feel the same tension I did.

As we continued to talk, I made sure to continue moving closer to her every chance that I could get. The heat coming from her body filled me with a new sense of boldness as I tried to make my actions more noticeable. "I mean who can blame me, when I'm sitting across from someone so charming..." I said as I leaned forward a little, making the distance between us almost nonexistent.

"Have you been studying for long?" she asked me as she laid back on her bed, making it clear that she had no plans to get up anytime soon. As the conversation shifted towards more flirtatious topics, I started to blush slightly. "Do you mean studying?..." I replied to her, but even I could hear that my voice had taken on a flirty tone.

"Yes, studying, or are you just as brain-dead as the other football players?" she joked. "Hey now, what are you implying?" I responded teasingly as I moved closer to her. As we talked more, the tone of the conversation became increasingly flirtatious, and I struggled to hold back my blush. "You're the one who keeps saying we should take a break. Sounds like you don't want to study..." I said, trying to pretend to focus on a book.

But even as we continued discussing the material or pretending to, I noticed her eyes drifting toward me as she glanced up and down my body. It made me feel a little uneasy, but also excited as I wondered what she was thinking. Could she feel the same tension between us that I felt?

"Hmmm, maybe I don't. But you're the one who said yes to the break." she grinned mischievously as I scooted slightly closer to her, looking up and staring into her eyes. "You make it kind of hard to pay attention..."

As we continued to talk The heat coming from her body filled me with a sense of boldness as I attempted to make my actions more noticeable. "I mean, who can blame me when I'm sitting across from someone so charming?" I said as I leaned forward a little, making the distance between us almost nonexistent.

"I'm flattered. I'll take that as a compliment since you're also very kind with your words," she said as I moved even closer to her. We were almost too close for comfort, but I couldn't resist getting even closer. "I thought I was charming, but you are even more charming than I imagined," I told her, leaning in even closer until I was practically touching her. I felt like I was crossing a line, but I couldn't help myself. Her eyes seemed to be blushing, and I felt a sudden burst of confidence. I brought my hand up to her side, almost touching her waist. "You are an interesting girl," I whispered.

"You find me interesting?" she asked, smiling shyly and looking down. I could tell she was blushing and feeling a little embarrassed, but I decided to take a risk and leaned in even closer. Our faces were almost touching, and I could feel her breath on my face. I looked up at her and felt a rush of emotions.

"I didn't know you were so easy to read," I said as I leaned even closer to her, this time the tiny distance between us was nothing but air. I couldn't help but feel that feeling building inside me again as I watched her face grow redder and redder as it appeared to be a little closer every time. "I'm sure most guys would be more than happy to take advantage of a beautiful girl like you.”

“Are you most guys? Should I be worried? I'm not a one-and-done girl, Joel…” she said, showing insecurity for what seems to be the first time. As she asked me if I was 'most guys', I couldn't help but feel my heart sink for a brief second as I heard her insecurity, but I quickly recovered and smiled as I looked down at her. My hands slowly wrapped around her waist as I leaned even closer. "Oh please, you think I'm going to leave someone as beautiful and kind as you just like that. You aren't a one-and-done girl, you're... you're an angel." I slowly leaned forward so our faces were just a hair's width apart. I gazed into her eyes, lost in the moment, when she suddenly exclaimed, "An Angel?" Her voice was soft, yet full of wonder, as if she had just seen something magical. She was so close to me that I could feel her breath on my face, and I couldn't help but notice the way her face immediately flushed up with red. Her eyes quickly looked down, as if to distract herself from her sudden burst of emotion.

I kept looking at her, waiting for her to look back up at me. I leaned down just a bit more, my heart racing with anticipation, as my lips were barely an inch from hers when she finally decided to look back up. I couldn't help but feel the surge of joy rushing through my body as I saw the way her eyes slowly opened and she looked back up to face me.

The way her cheeks were still flushed and the shy, but happy look on her face was exactly what I needed. It was the perfect moment as I leaned in for the kiss. Our lips met in a sweet and simple embrace, and I felt a warmth spread through my body. It was like time had stopped, and nothing else mattered in the world except for that moment. I held her close as we kissed, and I knew deep down inside that this was the start of something special.

The kiss started gentle but with each second that passed it started to become more intense. The heat of her body and the way her hands ran through my hair was making my heart skip a few beats as I started to wish I could pull her into an even deeper kiss. I didn't want to overwhelm her though so I tried to keep it simple, although it was hard to keep my hands from finding every part of her body that I could. She's not someone who wants a one-time thing and I'll do everything I can to make sure she doesn't think all I want is sex.

We disengaged when we heard her front door slam shut. "That's my dad!" she exclaimed, her urgency evident. "He can't know you're here." She swiftly rose, pulling me up with her, both of us breaking away from the kiss as she hurried us along. Her pace was so brisk that it took a moment for me to catch on before I scrambled up. "Why can't he know I'm here?" I whispered, trying to avoid any noise as her dad ascended the stairs.

"Because he'll flip if he finds a guy in my room. Though, it's not like it's the first time I've had a guy over," she rushed, steering us towards her bedroom window. "Seriously? You've done this before?" I questioned? but that conversation could wait as we reached her bedroom window, which she promptly opened, urging me outside.

"Well, there was this one time Dad caught me, and he nearly lost it. I promised I wouldn't do it again, and he dropped it," she explained hurriedly, her insistence on getting me out the window starting to concern me. I trusted she knew what she was doing, but I wasn't quite prepared for what came next.

"Are you seriously making me climb out your window?" I protested.

"Don't be a wimp. You'll be fine. You're not the first guy I've had over," she reassured, though her words didn't ease my nerves. The distance from her window to the ground seemed to grow as she tugged me closer to the edge.

As I began to climb out, my foot slipped, and I fell with a hard thud and a loud squeak.

Despite the throbbing pain in my ankle, the walk home afforded me ample time to ponder, and my thoughts continuously circled back to her. I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right, as if she was keeping something from me. If she's had numerous guys over before, why the sudden worry about her dad catching her? Was I just another casual fling to her? My mind brimmed with inquiries for my elusive "little miss pipedream."

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synopsis;

after years away from Hawkins, three founder vampires, long and everlasting friends, come back to their origins in hopes to find a way to scape from the chasing death on their backs. if they only knew their only salvation would be the last descendant of one of the five most powerful vampires in history…

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES X STRANGER THINGS! <3

☆ year 2000s!

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ALSO! FOR THOSE WHO DON’T KNOW ABOUT TVD!! —so you guys have a little bit of context—; ‘Cruz’ is the last name of one of ‘The five’, a group of five of supernaturally gifted vampire hunters originated in 1110 AD. They hunted vampires and immortals as well, and they can be easily recognized in between potencial hunters due to the ink marks that spread through their skin as a map! (to keep themselves hidden, this mark is not visible for vampires) <3

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‘ You have something of mine, and I want it back. ’

†

Eddie Munson was dead. He had been dead for thousands and thousands of years. Just like his best friend, Steve Harrington and the blonde that always stuck with him, Robin Buckley. Back in Hawkins, their place of residence and origin they’ve decided to — to keep the appearances— enroll back in highschool for their… One again.

Though their plan went to hell, since instead of passing though as normal teenagers, they became the new Hawkins sensation due to their attractiveness and that mystic aura surrounding them.

Steve Harrington, the hot gentle jock.

Robin Buckley, the blue eyes blonde girl day dream.

And Eddie Munson…, the mystery.

†

“Nance. No.”

“Come on, y/n!” she whined, his hands on your arm, pushing and pulling from it, shaking you all up and leaving you a little dizzy. “Please? I’m begging you!” you freed yourself from her grip, rolling your eyes as you stopped on your locker, fingers turning the lock and pulling open the metallic door.

“I already told you. I’m not going any near that fucking party.“ your hands were quick in leaving the heavy books that you held, pushing the ones that you’ll need later on on your messenger bag. “Why are you so obsessed with going? It’s just a party.” you inquired her, your eyes finding her blue ones full of desperation.

“Just a party?!” her voice rose enough to have people’s attention on her, what had her awkwardly clearing her throat. “Just a party?” he repeated, this time not as louder, still with the same emotion. “It’s not just a party. It’s the Mystic party!” you frowned.

“ ‘The Mystic party’ ?” she rolled her eyes.

“Yeah! The Mystic Three’s party!”

“Oh… Yeah, of course, I should have guessed.” now it was your turn to roll your eyes, closing your locker’s door and walking away, towards the cafeteria, where all those teenage hormones hit you once the door opened for you to go in. “The amazing Mystic Three!” you sarcastically half exclaimed, shaking your hands and turning around to your best friend as you took your food tray, your nose wrinkling at the sight.

“Please, y/n, you know what being invited to one of their parties mean...”

“Yeah, yeah…” you sighed, getting a seat on your usual table, Nancy sitting on your left. “Instant immunity and power! It’s like rubbing a magic lamp.” your sarcasm made her almost laugh, although she was being serious about it. She really wanted to go to that party, you could see it. “Look, I know that Robin invited you, and that you’re like… Head over heels for her.” he hushed you, looking around to make sure that no one else had heard you. You rose your hands in surrender, whispering this time. “But you know what I think about them.”

“I know…” she sighed, taking her fork and pinching at her food. “But please?” you were the one sighing now. “Please y/n, I promise you that I’d do anything you ask for for a year if you come with me. Please, I’m begging you, please…”

A little tingling in your bones made you quickly turn your head to your right, straight to the Mystic Three’s table, eyes colliding with Robin Buckley’s, who looked away when she got caught, one of her hands brushing behind her ear her perfect wavy blond hair. Your eyes squinted, that bitter feeling in the pit of your stomach making you turn back to your best friend. “Nancy. I love you.” you said, your free hand squeezing her. “But if you are as smart as I know you actually are, you’ll stay away from them and that party.” her hopeful smile fell at your words. You went back to that strange trio, this time not one, but the three of them looking at you. Straight at you. “There’s something wrong with them. Really wrong.”

The first time that you saw them, something inside of you went cold. So cold you felt like freezing.

“Oh, shit, sorry!” Steve Harrington, the ladies wet dream and highschool sweetheart, apologized when his hard chest had come in contact with you, making the books that you carried spread all around the floor, along with your notes.

He kneeled right after you to help you gather all of your belongings. “It’s fine.” you said, stuttering when his brown deep eyes met yours. There was something in them… Something you couldn’t really put your finger on. He gave you a sweet smile, making you look away and back to your notes, which crumbled a little bit as you pulled them one on top of the other. But it was all in vain, since they went back to a messy spread when his hand brushed yours in a attempt to help.

You didn’t know exactly how, but you’d quickly found yourself inches away from him, eyebrows furrowed and eyes widened at the cold gripping feeling that got a hold on your heart and the sick turning of your stomach, your hand gripping the dangling pendant of that old necklace that you always wore. He seemed just as taken back as you, probably due to your reaction. But there was something else…

You never let your eyes stray away from him as you quickly pushed your notes and books inside your messenger back, not caring if they crumbled or broke. “Excuse me.” your voice reached his ears as you got back on your feet and staggered away in a hurry, only to almost bump into another one of them.

That’s two…

“Woah! That was close…” Robin Buckley chuckled, hands rising in caution, though her smile disappeared at something on your back. Your head turned towards the freckled boy, when your eyes went back to the blonde once again, the sight of a curly haired tatted boy beside her startling you. And there was the third.

A new wave of that sickening feeling hit you, the coldness that seemed to spread in the air making you shiver underneath his black eyes. “Sorry.” you apologized, probably to Robin, looking away as you hugged your messenger bag closer to your chest, fingers gripping at the denim before you started to walk away, not daring to look back. ‘Cause you knew that they were already staring at you, eyes burning your back ‘till you turned right on a corner, away from their sight.

Since that day, you’d done everything you could to avoid them, but that coldness that once infected your heart never left, neither the feeling of being watched at night. You could feel it in your bones, so deep that it scared you. Something was wrong with those three, and you sure were not that stupid to try and get to know what.

Not when everything about them screamed danger. But yet, you seemed to be the only one in that goddamn town to notice that. It was as if everyone in Hawkins High had drank a love potion. They were the main topic to talk about, the goal of every freshman, junior, sophomore or senior being the chance of sitting with them in the cafeteria, to befriend them.

You simply couldn’t understand. And then, it was worse since your best friend couldn’t help but fall for one of them. You almost wanted to beat her head with a stick to put some sense into it, but again, she was already knees deep in Robin Buckley’s spell. You loved Nancy, you really did. But her liking in girls was… Not what you’ve dreamed of being. She could have gone for Nancy Cunningham! She’s blonde and has blue eyes too. What made Robin so attractive?

“Nancy.” your body stiffed when that blonde nightmare’s voice came from the front of your solitary table. The cafeteria went completely silent, all eyes on you and who you supposed were the Mystic Three.

“Robin!” she stuttered, surprised and dripping in happiness at the attention she was getting by her personal dream girl and most popular girl in Hawkins. “Hello.” you rolled your eyes, though no one could see that since you were still deeply staring at your plate. The smashed potatoes looked really interesting that afternoon.

“Do you mind if we sit?” say no. Please, please, please, say no.

“Yeah sure!” her affirmative stuttering made your eyes squeeze shut. Fantastic, amazing.

The air surrounded you got heavier when the empty seats around you got filled. A fidgeting ringed hand came to sight once it’s owner had taken the free sit to your right. It’s fingertips tapping the table slowly, teasingly even. You didn’t have to check to see who it was. You already knew. And he knew that you knew. You felt as if he could sense the change on your breathing, the quickened heartbeat on your chest and the rush of coldness in your veins. And maybe he did, since the silence inside the cafeteria was so damn loud.

Robin and Steve sat down on the seats in front of you, from the blond’s lips falling a ‘thanks’. “So…, are you coming to the party?” she inquired your best friend, and even you could recognize the hope in her voice.

Except hers, two pair of eyes were on you. You changed your strategy to stare at the food to a one more credible: looking for something in your bag.

“Uhm…” Nancy took a peek at you, at your nervous actions and pale face.

“I would love it if you could come.” Robin talked once again when she saw her hesitate. “You could bring your friend too!” and then, everyone was staring at you. You grasped enough courage to straighten your spine and raise your head. “What was her name again?”

“Oh. She’s y/n, y/n Cru-”

You put on a sickly fake smile on your lips when your eyes landed on the blonde’s, your lips parting before Nancy could finish talking. “Sorry. I’ve already made plans for that night.” you were trying so hard to breath normally that you almost stuttered. Why? Why were you the only one that felt that way around them? What was this sickening feeling? This constant feeling of danger?

“You have? Ouch!” you kicked Nancy under the table to try and make her stay quiet.

“Yes. I have. You know…” you smiled at her, your eyes slightly widening before going back to normal, like a warning, a signal.

“Really?” Steve inquired, showing a disappointed look. “That’s a pity.” you stared at him with harsh eyes.

“Yeah.” your smile was so stiff that it almost hurt.

Your eyes flickered to the tapping to your right, which was actually driving you mad. If only there wasn’t so many people watching… If only you could reach into your bag and…

“Well… If you change your mind, we’ll be more than happy to see you...” Robin said, but you were too focused on the rhythm of Eddie’s taps, eyebrows furrowed.

taptap..….taptap, taptap……taptap

It almost sounded like…

taptap…taptap, taptap…taptap

But it couldn’t be…

taptap.taptap, taptap.taptap

No… It’s not possible…

taptap,taptap,taptap,taptap

Your chair made a horrible screeching sound when your suddebly stood up, blood rushing to your head, making you dizzy.

“I’m sorry, I need to go.” you hurriedly said, taking your back and making your quick steps lead you to the cafeteria’s exit.

When you looked back, everyone’s gaze was on you, but only one was able to freeze every single vein in your body. The corner of his mouth rose just the slightliest for you to notice, along with his pale ringed hands, giving you a little and amused wave.

“y/n, wait!” you could hear Nancy behind you, rushing to catch up with you, taking your hand in between hers to make you stop just a few steps out the door. “What’s wrong?” she inquired you due to the look on your face. You looked so lost and terrified at the same time that she was getting this ominous feeling.

“I won’t be able to stop you, right?” you answered her with another question, the echo of your voice filling the empty corridors and her eyebrows furrowing, not really understanding. “You are going to that party, am I wrong?” her hands dropped, guilty eyes staring at you. You sighed when she muttered a ‘i’m sorry’. “It’s okay.” you shook your head, fingers fidgeting with each other. “I understand…” and you did, sadly enough, you seemed to be the only one to understand.

“I just… I really like her.” she sound genuine, and it only made you hate all that situation even more. You really didn’t wanna have anything to do with the Mystic Three, but you were no coward, and firstly… You were a great friend.

“I know…” you smiled at her, sighing before you’d speak once against. “So, what time should I come pick you up on Friday?” she frowned for two, three seconds before her face lighted up, her excited smile blinding you.

“Are you serious?!” she exclaimed, letting out a manic little scream before pulling you into the tightest hug ever when you nodded. “Oh my god, I love you. You are the best friend in the whole world! We’re gonna have so much fun!!” you laughed, hugging her back.

“Yeah…” you eyes bumped against those black ones that observed you across the cafeteria. “I can feel it.” just as you could feel the phantom of a dagger being pushed against the skin of your bare neck.

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“Does my hair look okay? My mascara hasn’t smudged, right? Oh my god, I’m sweating so much, is it hot in here or is it me?” you rolled your eyes when Nancy tried to open more the window of the passenger seat, which was as far down as it’ll go.

“I mean go ahead, open the door if you’d prefer…” you offered her, sarcasm spilling over your lips and then a laughter when she had smacked your shoulder. “Relax.” you gave her a quick glance, eyes going back to the road as you spoke. “You’re looking great, Nance. Gorgeous even. Anyone, and I mean anyone, would be on their knees for you. And if Robin Buckley isn’t, then she for sure lives for the ‘dumb as a blonde’ thing.” that made her laugh, cheeks flushing at your sweet encouraging.

“Now you’re just exaggerating.” she rolled her eyes, making you frown and look at her with a hurt expression after a scoff.

“No, you’re just being stupidly insecure for no reason!” she sighed, falling back on her seat. “Look, Nancy, you are beautiful alright? Start believing it or else I’ll beat it into that tiny little head of yours.” she was about to say something, probably start a little fight, but then the car stopped and you pulled up the hand break. “We’re here!” the two of you could hear just how loud the music inside the house was, teenagers smoking and drinking outside Harrington’s mansion. There were a lot of them, and you as hell knew that there weren’t even a third part of all of them. “Are you really sure about this?” you tried and persuade her, but when you saw the shine in her eyes, you knew there was no turning back.

You sighed when she got out of the car, smearing more lipgloss on her lips before saving it on her purse. You locked your car on your way out, saving the keys on your brown leather jacket’s pockets. The difference between Nancy’s and your outfit were monumental. She had gotten all dolled up, tiny little dress kind of dolled up, with her wavy hair decorated by lace and full on makeup face. And you…, well. You were just not as enthusiastic to be there as her. So you had just popped on a short blue denim skirt and a brown lace and sleeveless tee shirt, adding some white boots and brown hand warmers, since you seemed to be getting cold really easily lately. As for makeup…, well, let’s say the basics. You really weren’t there to party, even less to impress anyone, so your efforts were more than enough.

“Come on!” Nancy enthusiastically said, taking your hand and pulling you towards the house. Harrington was sure as hell loaded. But that was understandable, since he was one of the founder families of Hawkins.

“Nancy, slow down!” you tried to scream above the music, but once inside, even hearing your own thoughts was hard.

The trouble didn’t take long to appear.

“Robin!” your best friend yelled, and in a matter of seconds, blue eyes were on the two of you.

“Nancy!” she smiled at the brunette, steps quick to meet you both. “I’m so happy you could come!” she said, later taking a glimpse of you. “You too, y/n, I’m glad you changed your mind.” you huffed, forcing yourself to give her a smile.

“Yeah…” your eyes roamed though the place, which was bursting in teenagers and hormones. Amazing…

“Do you guys want anything to drink? We have beer, vodka…” she suggested and you shook your head, muttering a ‘no, thanks’. Your friend as always the complete opposite of you.

“I’d love that! y/n will grab us a seat on the sofas, right?” the suggestive look in her eyes made you nod in less than a second, actually scared of her determination and the consequences that saying no would bring you.

“Yeah, sure.” but you weren’t sure about anything. You gritted your teeth before giving them your back to made your way to the full sofas next to the ‘dance floor’, trying really hard to get a seat, but even harder to ignore the hands of the blond on your best friend’s lower back. You felt that crippling anxiety building up a lump on your chest. You did not like this. Nothing about this whole party and invitation. There was this bad feeling in the back of your brain and the need to get away from that house as fast as possible. But you decided to just try and relax, since you wouldn’t like to ruin the party for your best friend. You knew you’d had your own sooner or later, so…

But just as your shoulders fell, they rose once again when everyone around you got up and left, that heavy presence settling by your side on the couch, legs spread and cigarette in between lips. “You came.” Steve Harrington. What was it with those three that you always seemed to end up bumping with them anywhere you’d go? His voice sounded surprised. You were sure he’d be, you were too.

You simply nodded, not really finding yourself to mutter something back.

“Is Nancy with you? Or did Robin already found her?” he seemed amused. Probably by your uncomfortable demeanor, maybe due to the fact that he already knew but still wanted to ask you.

“They’d be back soon.” you said, and his eyebrows rose, surprised to finally hear your voice.

“I’m sure they will…” there was something in his voice that told you that they probably won’t, and that only made you worry even more. He tried and offer you a hit from his cigarette, but you refused without even looking at him. “Are you feeling okay? You seem cold…” your muscles tightened at his words. ‘Cause you indeed were cold, so fucking cold you felt like freezing. But once again, he already knew the answer to that question.

You could see his hand approaching yours, fisted on top of your thigh, and just as his fingertips were about to brush the back of your hand, you stood up, heart pounding in your chest. There was something in your veins that seemed repulsed by his own, as if you were magnets meant to find each other but unable to touch nor interact.

“I’m sorry, I have to go find Nancy.” and before he could even answer, you were now drifting in between the completely still dancing teens, which were all staring at you —or at least you thought they were, though you really couldn’t find yourself to focus in the mess that was your mind—. You headed towards the kitchen, were you thought you’d find her. She wasn’t there. You frowned, eyes meeting the staircase that led to the second floor, wood creaking under your feet as you climbed. “Nancy!” you tried and call out for her, your hands quickly going to the necklace that hung from your neck, fingertips meeting the cold metal in which you always seemed to find comfort. Doors closed and opened, whining coming from the ones interrupted inside of the bedrooms in where you had bursted in, in a hurry to find your best friend and get out of that goddamn house. That ominous feeling was back, making you choke on air and swallow the billis that crept its way up your throat.

You eyes met with the only room left unchecked, at the end of the corridor. And as badly as you wanted to find your friend you found your feet frozen in place.

‘No. Don’t. Don’t go in there. Something’s wrong…’ that tiny little voice in the back of your head screamed, trying to warn you of the inevitable danger in front of you. But you couldn’t listen, not when it was Nancy. Anyone but Nancy.

Your slippery fingers gripped the doorknob, quickly pushing when the lock gave in, making you stumble inside the room. It was cold, big, and old, though full bookcases filled with all of types of books. Some of them seemed a hundred years old, others, not as old. But that was not mattered, not what caught your attention. It was the person that stood silently in the middle of the room that did. “Nancy!” you quickly got to her, shaky hands grabbing her slim arms, a worriedly sick gaze on your face when she just stood there, dead eyes unfocused and unresponsive to your actions or voice. “Nancy? What’s wrong?” you inquired her, your heartbeat spiking up when once again, she didn’t answer, it was as if she were sleepwalking, unable to answer, to blink, to breath. You were shaking her nonstop, the lump on your throat threatening to choke you. “We need to get out of here. I’m going to get you out of here.” you said, holding her hand and tugging on it to make her follow you towards the door, although you froze midway when a voice neither yours or hers filled the room.

“If I were you I wouldn’t do that.” and there it was, that sickening smile. Robin Buckley stared down at you with her shiny blue eyes, something in them seeming unnatural, terrifying.

“What did you do to her?” you inquired, teeth gritting and limbs shaking, you could hear your heart beat in your ears.

“Uhmm, I just told her that she couldn’t leave.” she shrugged, and in a blink of an eye, she had switched places, her fingertips now brushing a lock of your best friend’s wavy her behind her ear as she whispered. “Right, Nancy?” the air left your lungs when she nodded at the blonde’s words.

“I can’t leave.” she repeated and you felt like chocking on air. “I can’t leave or I’ll die.” you shook your head, leaving her hand and taking a step back.

“This can’t be real… This is all just a nightmare. That’s right. I just need to wake up.” you tried to reason, squeezing your eyes shut and trying your best to leave that terrifying dream. “Why can’t I woke up?” your voice sounded strained, and your body froze when cold fingertips pressed against your cheek, making your eyes flutter wide open.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” honey eyes stared into yours with a false sadden face. “You can’t wake up, this is not a dream…” now it was time for Steve Harrington to smile. When had he gotten there? He was downstairs just five minutes ago…

You quickly stepped back, giving him your back to try and get to the door, though it closed behind the last part of the trio’s back. “Leaving so fast?” you were surrounded. It was a trap.

Your quickened heartbeat was making you feel dizzy, your lungs frozen and hands shaking. “What do you want from me?” you heard yourself ask the three of them, smiles on their faces when your back bumped against one of the bookcases surrounding the room, leaving you without any form of scape.

“Aw, poor little thing. I think we’re scaring her guys.” Robin cooed, almost pitiful, though it didn’t last long, her hand slamming on the side of your head in less than a second. “You know what we want, don’t act dumb on us now…”

“You were just in the other end of the room…” you whispered. “How did you…?” you looked at the three of them. “Who are you…?” Steve scoffed, cigarette falling onto the floor and being crushed under his boot.

“You really don’t know? Think hard on it, I’m sure you know. I know you know.”

They could almost see the chimes inside your head turn. All life seemed to leave your eyes when the air inside your lungs left you.

No. No, no, no, no, no…

Harrington just smiled. Bingo.

Your knees failed you, making you fall onto the floor. “It’s not true. It can’t be true. They are all supposed to be simple stories. You’re not supposed to be real…”

“Oh, but you know we are.” Steve said, eyes on you. And that’s when you couple see the shift on them, the reddening, the blood lust as the pulse in your veins reached him. “I think you knew since the very first time…” you shivered at the memory, at his icy cold touch, his gaze…

You were trembling, trembling as if you had been abandoned in the middle of a snow storm without any coat nor clothes.

“Tell me, y/n.” you jolted at the voice of who you recognized as Eddie Munson, eyes meeting your scared ones when his knees bent, crouching in front of you. “What’s your last name?” he inquired and you found yourself flinching when his fingertips brushed the skin of your neck, pushing slightly against your carotid, thirst in his eyes when he felt the warmth of your skin, the living in your veins, the rush of your blood.

“My last name?” you stuttered, trying to get away from his touch, but there was no place for you to scape. “Why would you…?” Robin groaned, harshly tugging on Nancy to push her against her, neck bending and eyes reddening when she started to lean in, what made you scream. “No, please, no! I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt her.” you begged and Steve chuckled, you could almost guess what he was thinking. How pathetic you seemed to him. “Cruz. It’s Cruz.” you spitted out, making them fell silent. You could feel the sudden tension that spread though the room, your skin raising in goosebumps and heartbeat spiking up against Eddie’s fingertips.

It was fast, imposible speed to follow for normal eyes. You whined when your head was smacked against the wall on your left, ringed hand crushing your wind pipe and making you gasp for air. His face was impassible, night dark eyes staring into yours as his other hand caressed your cheek, hushing your choking. “I thought you had killed the last of them!” his loud scream almost made your eardrums pop.

“And I did!” Steve answered, making the curly haired laugh.

“If you did, then what is this, hm?” he inquired the brunette, referring to you existence. “Why is she alive?!?”

Your hands gripped his wrists when his fingers dug deeper in your neck, trying to push him away. You were dying. You were gonna die.

“I’m sorry, doll, but it’s not personal.” he said, giving you a sarcastic smile. “No wait, actually it is! But you understand, right?” your gaping mouth had his hunger spiking up. There was nothing that he loved more than seeing humans struggle to survive. “Since you know what we are, I have to kill you.” he muttered, his breath hitting your face.

But you suddenly stopped your fighting, hands falling limp on your sides and heart beat dropping to almost zero as you stared at him.“And since you know what I am, I guess I’ll have to kill you first.” you smiled, and in a quick twist of your hand, you were freed from his grip, a groan leaving his lips as his free hand flew to his newly broken one.

How the hell…?

“Okay, that was easy. I’m sure I got the three of you, didn’t I? No please! Don’t hurt me! I’m just a hopeless weak girl!” you poured, acting all scared before you burst out in lighter, and they just stared at you in shock for a couple of seconds before they understood what was going on.

Come on, there were not the only one with little secrets and good at pretending.

“You bitch!” Robin screamed, quickly pushing away your best friend and running towards you.

You clicked your tongue, cocking the gun you quickly extracted from the waist of your skirt, which you had been hiding behind your leader jacket.

You chuckled as she tried to attack. “Bad bat.” you mockingly hummed, and then you shot, three wooden bullets bathed in vervain digging and burning the skin of her chest and stomach. She fell onto the floor with a scream, blood spilling into her hands and the wooden tiles. One.

You pulled Steve from his hair, pushing him on his knees with a hard kick on his joints, gun against the side of his head as you spoke. “Compell her to leave and forget all about this shit.” you ordered, referring to Nancy, who stood quietly laid on the floor due to the recent push.

He simply chuckled, trying to freed himself from your grip, but he knew you weren’t playing when he felt the necklace you so obsessively touched around his neck, the enchantment and vervain on it burning his skin and making him groan as you tightened it. You could rip his head off if you pulled hard enough. And he knew.

“Leave.” he struggled to say, only a whisper. “Forget any of this happened.” and just like that, Nancy got up and left, leaving the four of you to your fighting.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” you paid him back with his stupid little nickname, in a quick movement, snapping his neck and making him fall onto the floor. Two.

You knew it wouldn’t kill him. And that was not your intention, not yet, you just needed to buy time. You ripped your necklace from his neck, pulling it down your head and spinning around just in time to meet face to face with the last one of the Mystic Three. His fangs were fully exposed, red eyes surrounded by thirsty veins staring right into your soul.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” you warned him, gun pointing to his head.

“Lucky for you, you are not me.” you pulled the trigger, but a last minute struggle had the bullet denting and making a hole on the wall in front of you.

It was fast, though the pain was not smaller, fangs digging in the skin of your neck and blood spilling down to your collarbones and into his mouth. He groaned at the taste, heavily slurping as you tried to push him away, but his strong hands had gripped your wrists and waist, probably leaving bruises that would turn purple by tomorrow morning. You felt the dizziness of blood loss get all the way up to your head, the same head that now stood silently counting backwards.

3…, 2…, 1…

A weak smile spread on your face when he pulled away, eyebrows furrowed and pained factions before all the blood he had swallowed bursted out of his lips. You closed your eyes as he choked on it, some of it staining your clothes and dampening your chest.

“What…, did you do…, to me?” he sounded angry, pissed even as he went down on his knees, the burning and stabbing pain in his stomach worsening as the clock ticked.

“No. It’s not what I did to you. It’s what you did to yourself.” one of your hands pressed against the punctures in your neck, trying to stop the bleeding as fast as you could so you wouldn’t pass out in a room full of vampires. “You really thought it would be clever to drink up from a vampire hunter? Come on!” he growled.

“Fucking bitch, I’ll kill you!” you rolled your eyes at his threat.

“Yeah, yeah… Whatever.” he groaned when you gripped his hair for him to look up at you as you bent your knees, face inches away from the other. “Listen, pretty boy. I know why you three are back in Hawkins. I know what’s following you.” his breath hitched and you only smiled wider, pleased by the fear in his eyes. “And I know you know I’m the only one who can actually help you. So don’t play with me. Be clever, think hard on it. Do you really want me dead?” more blood spluttered from his lips. You knew he would pass out soon due to the amount of vervain on his veins. You had chugged almost a litter of it that afternoon.

“And why would you help us?” he stuttered, coughing in between words and fighting hard to stay awake.

“Because you have something of mine, and I want it back. So, when you wake up, have a family reunion with those two, and don’t you try doing anything funny. If I took down the three of you once, I can do it again, hm?” a new groan left his lips when you freed him, body falling harshly onto the floor, dark eyes full of hatred digging in yours. “Night.” and with a last smile from you, you rose the gun, shooting him straight in the head.

to be continued in part two! <3

a/n;

VAMPIRE!EDDIE, VAMPIRE!EDDIE, VAMPIRE!EDDIE, VAMPIRE!EDDIE, VAMPIRE!EDDIE, VAMPIRE!EDDIE!!!!!!!!!!!! <333333

sometimes i love my broken brain for having such great ideas, but anyways… hope y’all liked this pt.1 and love this series even more!!! luv you!

REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!<33333

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zoebelladona · 3 months

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hello hello !! this is me inviting you talk about your titan army ocs (if you want to ofc) !!!!

i always want to talk abouy my titan army ocs. i love them so much i plucked them out of pjo and now i'm writing an entire original work with them as the main characters. but that's a conversation for my main blog @encrucijada

the ocs are part of an ongoing au/rp between me, @on-the-river-lethe and a friend of ours who's not on tumblr. we each created an oc to play as and things unravelled from there. this is going under a read more because boy there's a lot

piedad narváez (my oc). daughter of urania, muse of astronomy. they/she. claimed soon after arriving to camp, has an okay relationship with her mum but only because she's an only daughter lol powers are orpheus-like in that whenever she plays music they can entrance people, can also navigate using the stars. then while doing research i realised urania had a prophetic aspect and now piedad sometimes receives premonitions when looking at the stars. weapon of choice are knives and has a violin as a support item for the music stuff, the bow of which turns into a stiletto knife.

hudson moretti (fluffy's oc). son of hypnos, god of sleep. he/him. big guy but a huge softy, a sleepy jock if that's a thing. less than having a bad relationship with hypnos he just doesn't have a relationship with him at all lmao because hypnos is bad at checking in on his kids. has the standard kid of hypnos powers like inducing sleep and also dreamwalking and dream discarding. uses a sword as weapon. him and piedad obviously stayed at the hermes cabin and they were sort of the de-facto counsellors of the claimed kids with no cabin. everyone uses him as a pillow because he makes sleeping safe and cosy.

ericka mulligan (oc of our other friend). daughter of demeter, goddess of harvest. she/her. starts out as the counsellor of cabin 4 until deserting before som. demeter favoured her for being the counsellor but everyone in cabin 4 knows mum will never love you as much as she loves persephone. the "manager" of the team, in a way, she has a schedule and a list for everything. standard demeter kid powers like plant growing, etc. i actually have no idea what her weapon is?? gotta look it up. one-sided crush on luke rip. would have put her hands on the fire for him.

adam rubio (another oc of mine). son of apollo, god of music. he/him. i specify god of music because adam got the music aspect of his dad's attributes, if he sings or plays an instrument he can do all sorts of things ranging from inducing sleep to inducing pain. has no opinion of apollo one way or another. not actually part of the titan army! he stays behind and it's a huge conflict with the others. main weapon is the recurve bow but knows how to use a sword for survival reasons.

allegra anders (npc). daughter of tyche, goddess of fortune. she/her. she and her twin sister rachel were staples in cabin 11, until rachel joined the titan army and left allegra behind. haven't really explored her character in depth but i know she has a special coin she fidgets with a lot.

robin holloway (npc). daughter of hebe, goddess of youth. she/her. another staple of cabin 11, doesn't join the titan army just like allegra. hudson's ex-girlfriend lmao probably the nicest girl you will ever meet. we wanted conflict and also to populate camp with more "older" demigods, that's why these two girls are here.

and we also did stuff like ageing up malcolm pace to be luke's age and now he is the counsellor of cabin 6 because annabeth was literally 12 in tlt. she's co-counsellor due to being a lot more proactive than malcolm. and we also aged up alabaster torrington to be one or two years younger than luke, just because i doubt a bunch of demigods in their 20s would have been like "yeah let that 15yo participate in meetings". we always saw the titan army as more a congregation of young adults than teenagers, basically the demigods who've been here too long and are tired. not featured here are some "name only" background characters like counsellors for other cabins, because we stuck to what annabeth says in tlt about all counsellors except her being of college age. in our take of pjo these counsellors would leave for the army and leave their teenage siblings at the head of the cabins, which would be the counsellors we see throughout pjo

okay with the stage set now let me Actually talk about these guys

@on-the-river-lethe (aka fluffy) and i have done most of the work here. our other friend isn't as insane about pjo lmao. on top of the changes to some ages and whatnot we also did a crucial change regarding luke's quest mates not dying in the garden of the hesperides, instead he is accompanied by piedad and hudson who are both brutally injured by ladon. luke gives up the chance to take the golden apple while ladon is distracted more or less killing his friends to help them. piedad does lowkey die and while passed out receives a premonition of luke with golden eyes. we have an overview of how the quest goes and to add insult to injury hermes sent luke on a fetch quest just to keep him from getting antsy, it wasn't for anything heroic.

things go back to business as usual with all three of them baring the scars of the failed quest, it hits luke the worst. when kronos starts stirring things up in his brain ericka, hudson and piedad don't follow because of kronos but because they believe in luke. luke is their friend, luke is the best of them, luke is the poster-child hero, if anyone can bring change it's luke. ericka and hudson abandon camp before the events of som, piedad sticks around. the premonition is worrying and they're not sure what to do about it. but life at camp without her friends becomes unbearable. she's just another cabin-less demigod in cabin 11, she's a low risk cabin-less demigod in cabin 11. before the events of ttc she makes the switch fully.

because we discovery write a lot of the details i can't say exactly what happens while they are all in the titan army proper. i know piedad doesn't desert camp until the battle in camp at the end of botl, they'd gone back in the summer to be a spy. we know that when luke suggests bailing on everything once he realises kronos used him hudson in particular gets on his case about it (slams luke against a wall) and yells at him about how they risked everything for him, he can't run now, they won't leave every demigod that believes in them to die. we know they go with luke to see may castellan and she grabs piedad by the shoulders and yells about luke's fate to her face. piedad had kept the premonition to themself this whole time and luke, obviously fed up about his fate being kept from him, snaps.

i have written a couple of one-shots for this. i have one about piedad having a conversation with kronos where she bluffs about him getting to the throne room in olympus and luke dying (she was right) and probably has some of my favourite quotes. one of the immediate aftermath of the garden of the hesperides where apollo warns her against telling luke. this monstrosity about adam, the son of apollo mentioned above, who took over my brain and is set after the events of tlo.

(we call the group of luke, ericka, hudson and piedad the "generals" btw.)

the aftermath of everything is a little clearer than the actual events within pjo. ericka, hudson and piedad move to chicago where hudson is from. they stay with hudson's mum for a while before getting their own place. they are pretty much war criminals now, son of magic style, and the olympian council wants them out of the picture. they may not be children of the big 3 dangerous but they did grow in power while being generals of the army. they did not stay to receive any possible pardons or sentence, following the battle of manhattan they simply fled. apollo offers piedad a position as a sibyl, due to her prophetic abilities, it's not a pardon of any kind but it is a bit of protection as harming an oracle is strictly forbidden. they never set foot in camp again.

i like to picture them as a possible pit-stop during tlh. jason, piper and leo would be running from a monster and see this neon sign advertising a sibyl of all things and offering card readings. they go inside and what they find are former titan army soldiers. a guy drinking a large cup of coffee. lots of plants everywhere. and the sibyl is a short scarred enby.

not everything is set in stone and we have much to explore still, like morpheus (hudson's brother) siding with kronos. ericka probably never spoke to demeter ever again, or more like demeter never spoke to her again after she disappointed her so. and just because this is our au and we can do whatever, the generals meet nico and form a bit of a relationship with him. not that we need an excuse apart from "fluffy and i really like nico and we want our ocs to interact with him", but it does fit nico's tendency to just be in on everyone's business. and i think it would be hilarious if he knew about the generals, was friends with them, stayed at their place sometimes, and just never mentioned it at chb.

uh. what else. um... piedad/adam is a thing because i wanted my daughter of a muse oc to have a thing going with a son of apollo. we made malcolm/hudson a thing and it's amazing. i could talk for hours about adam, but right now i'll say he becomes head counsellor of cabin 7 after lee fletcher dies in botl (lee in our version would have been a veteran camper, older than luke).

man this ran long oops. sorry for mostly talking about my oc, it's because they're my oc. i talk even more over on my main blog, about the pjo versions but also the original versions (the worldbuilding is based on dreams).

so, yeah!

thank you for asking <3 sorry you released the flood

#if there are spelling or grammar errors i will deal with them later #these guys take up too much real estate in my brain send help #answered #fic: titan generals #my fic

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nighthunter241 · 10 months

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Introduction to "He is mine"

I don’t own any names used in this story and the idea is based on a Yandere concepts

All characters are 18 or older

18+ DNI if you are lower the age of 18

MR (M/N): Male reader or Male name

Henry and M/N have been friends since Freshman year of high school, you come to terms with your feelings with him but Henry manages to catch the eye of a number of people. During a 10 week period during Senior year M/N is getting rid of his rivals in hopes of finally being able to confess to Henry about his true feelings.

Characters

Alba Baptista: MR, Sebastian and Anthony's adopted mother, seems very calm and wants to prepare her children for anything in the world. Heart over the moon with their father. Leaves the United States for personal reasons leaving her children home alone for 10 weeks.

Chris Evans: Adopted Father of MR, Sebastian and Anthony, seems to always give his children what they want and cares for their well being, heart over the moon with their mother. Leaves the United States for personal reasons leaving his children home alone for 10 weeks.

Anthony Mackie: Your adopted brother who cares for your happiness and excellent with computers and programs

Sebastian Stan: Your other adopted brother.

Pedro Pascal: Classmate/Friend

Robert Downey Jr: Son of the leading cooperation “Downey Enterprise”, seems to want to be preparing more on taking over the company than studying. He is MR source of information/items/and schemes

Guidance Counselor Angela Bassett: runs it with a firm hand but is willing to give some wiggle room for the right thing

Principle Samuel L Jackson: A very nervous man, seems to be afraid/cautious of MR and his siblings

Student Council Members: All for some reason been told to keep on eye on MR and his siblings

Rivals

Amy Adams: Henry’s childhood best friend, who clearly has feelings for him

Gal Gadot: Henry’s partner in a school project, and she is falling for him.

Ben Affleck: Jock, a part of the football team, the typical Jock in the closet

Tom Hardy: Part of the photography club, seems to have a gentle nature

Brie Larson: The example of an excellent student, straight A’s and perfect attendance and high academic integrity, it would be sad if all of that came crashing down.

Scarlett Johansson: Member of the gardening club, very intense person and isn’t afraid to speak her mind

Simu Liu: Wants to become a model when he grows up, has the looks and personality and Henry has caught his eye, it would be shameful if someone would ruin his dream.

Chris Hemsworth: Not in any clubs, but is the most popular guy at school with a high reputation.

Ryan Gosling: The boy next door, with his looks any woman or man would want him, sadly even Henry.

Zoe Saldana: The daughter of a notorious detective from the 80s-90s who is currently out of town for “business”, seems suspicious of MR and always has her guard up. Leader of the Journalism club

#henry cavill x male reader #x male reader #male reader

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scheodingers-muppet · 1 year

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sorry i haven’t been posting i lowkey forgot i was real. but anyways back on my bullshit let’s go

fearless. y’all know the drill

Fearless: Steddie. Eddie to Steve. 1) i’m a sucker for fics where Steve just decides “who cares about homophobia, i’ll intimidate them until they leave us alone” (i know it’s unrealistic just let me have this) and Eddie is just starstruck anytime Steve stands up for him. also the line “run your hands through your hair” screams Steve. “you pull me in and i’m a little more brave” Eddie just wants to be brave, to stop running.

Fifteen: El. “somebody tells you they love you, you’re gonna believe them” “next to a redhead… and soon enough you’re best friends” her and max. “you’re dancing around the room when the night ends” you can’t convince me she didn’t do that. “your first kiss makes your head spin” “i swore i was gonna marry him but i realized some bigger dreams of mine” and “in this life, you’ll do things greater than dating the boy on the football team” we only know about el in her relations to other people. the other characters have pieces of their plots that show us who they are outside of the group. el, however, only has the rainbow room and her interactions with the party. even in california, we can see the heavy influence from her old friends.

Love Story: Lumax!! “i close my eyes and the flashback starts” she thinks about Lucas for her happy memories. “daddy said stay away from Juliet” Billy tried to keep them apart; it’s not hard to imagine her stepdad would have an issue with him too. “escape this town for a little while�� it’s not unlikely that they would want to leave hawkins. “they’re trying to tell me how to feel” both the racism and people trying to help her through Billy

Hey Stephen: STEDDIE!!!!! from Eddie. “i know looks can be deceiving” “as we walked, we were talking and i didn’t say half the things i wanted to” “of all the girls throwing rocks at your window, i’ll be the one standing out there in the cold” the whole chorus reminds me of the joke that Eddie hates loving a jock, but he just can’t help it. the references to shinning and i just know eddie would call steve his “knight in shinning armor” “all those other girls are beautiful but would they write a song for you?”

White Horse: El and Mike. I think El would get her ideas of romance from fairytales and movies. “this ain’t hollywood, this is a small town” “i was a dreamer before you went and let me down” “this is a big world, that was a small town” she’s gonna move on and be okay

You Belong With Me: Byler. the whole song is about being in love with your best friend. ignore the internalized misogyny and view it as “you guys are so different, but we fit together at such a good level” “i’m the one who makes you laugh when you know you’re about to cry” and the “crazy together” where they comforted each other.

Breathe: Nancy about Barb. there isn’t a huge reason other than the fact that this doesn’t fit any of the breakups and i think we don’t discuss the nancy-barb thing enough

Tell Me Why: Stancy. “you know you got a mean streak” about both of them. “i remember what you said last night” and the halloween party. “you tell me you love me then you cut me down” steve did not do enough to help nancy deal with losing barb. i feel like their relationship would have been very on-again-off-again and toxic tbh.

You’re Not Sorry: Stancy again. like i said, on-again-off-again

The Way I Loved You: Jopper. “he” is bob, “you” is hopper. i fully think they dated before she got with lonnie. and that it was a rollercoaster relationship. i think they were on-again-off-again and when they were off, she got with lonnie and ended up pregnant so they stayed together. i don’t care if it’s canon or not, that’s what happened.

Forever and Always: Byler fighting. “we almost never speak, i don’t feel welcomed anymore” they used to be so much closer. “i stare at the phone, he still hasn’t called” mike didn’t write will. “did i say something way to honest?” mike telling will “it’s not my fault you don’t like girls” “here’s to everything coming down to nothing” tearing down Castle Byers

The Best Day: El. the first part about hopper. “i know you’re not scared of anything at all” and saying hopper is her hero. the second part about max. “i don’t know how my friends could be so mean” and her breakup with Mike. “we talk and window shop till i’ve forgotten their names” “i have an excellent father. his strength is making me stronger” the last part about joyce. “ you set up a paint set in the kitchen and you’re talking to me” joyce would show her so many different hobbies. “you’re the prettiest lady in the whole world” and “i love you for giving me your eyes” she starts doing her hair and dressing like joyce.

Change: the whole group, talking about the 4-year battle with a mirror/hell dimension “i’ll do anything to see it through” “the time will come for us to finally win.” “it’s hard to fight when the fight ain’t fair” “fight for what we’ve worked for all these years” “it was the fight of our lives”

Jump Then Fall: Steddie from Steve. “i watch you talk, you don’t notice” “i like the way your hair falls in your face” “i love each freckle on your face” from eddie “when people say things that bring you to your knees, i’ll catch you” i also just think this is how steve loves

Untouchable: ronance. robin loves the stars, you can’t convince me otherwise “untouchable like a distant diamond sky” “it’s like a million little stars spelling out your name” “i’m reaching out and i can’t tell you why” i also love the idea of “untouchable” being because robins scared to make her move (as we saw during her opening scene in season 4)

Come In With The Rain: stobin. platonic of course. i have a horrible feeling steve is gonna die in season 5 and i doubt robin will handle it well. “i know all the steps to your door but i don’t wanna go there anymore” the entire chorus “i know you by heart, and i don’t even know where to start”

Superstar: steddie. very steddie album. but imagine eddie going on tour and steve joking he’s gonna have to fight off all the groupies in love with eddie and he surprises him at one of his shows “you played in bars, you play guitar” “you sing me to sleep” steve would totally call eddie “superstar”

The Other Side Of The Door: lumax. we know max pushes people away when things get tough and we’ve also seen her and lucas fight and break up various times but she still loves him and misses him.

Today Was A Fairytale: i honestly can’t think of one

You All Over Me: Stancy, from steve’s perspective. he changed *because* of nancy. he’s a better person because of her. “i still got you all over me” “we were never really meant to be so i lied and i cried and i watched a piece of myself die” “held out and held on, god knows, too long”

that’s all i got

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lordstarscreamluvsspikes · 12 days

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Hello everybody! Today I have just some random people. These are my own people, and I will provide a brief description of what the two look like. But before that, they are obsesser(Theodore) x psychopath (Sebastian) !!! Requested by a friend of mine. So far, nothing NSFW. But there will be in later chapters.

Part 1

Tw: Stalking, slightly suggestive at end, breaking into home, and tying up.

Theodore 5'7", short wavy blonde hair, usually wearing baggy clothes (such as baggy jeans and baggy shirts), silver streak through hair, white skin, gentle doe eyes

Sebastian: 6'4", black shoulder length curly hair, usually wears cargo pants and tight shirts, sharp eyes, long sharp cut nails

The day was cold, a sharp chill rushing through the breezes. The popular girls all clung to their jock boyfriends, the emos looked like a murder of crows, and the DND and nerd kids were already inside, doing whatever it is the nerds did in the mornings. Theodore had a small group of friends, consisting of a nerd and a popular girl. Her name was Haily. As the leader of the cheerleaders and one of the most popular girls, it came as a shock to most everyone when she was a sweetheart. She adored Theo like a sister would her brother.

As school started, Haily sat next to Theo, stealing his pencil and putting it on her upper lip like a mustache. Instead of the usual laugh and pull it back, he just let her, silently staring off into the distance. “Hey, what’s up? You’re never this quiet.” Theo sighed, looking over at her. “I am… Conflicted, darling. My feelings are contradicting one another. I believe I have fallen for one of the popular boys.” He told her what he meant before she asked. “Oh. That-” She seemed bemused.

“It’s Sebestian. I like Sebastian Folis.” her eyes widened, mouth agape. “Close your mouth Haily. You look dumb.” She lunged at him, gripping his shoulders. Theo yelped, a soft whimper escaping him. “YOU LIKE HIM?! There’s a rumor that he kills every date he goes with! I mean he went out with Jessica last week, she’s now gone. So is Hillary, June, and Amika. He’s already dating Jade, that emo girl that every boy wants.” Theo sighed softly, pushing her off and ruffling his hair. He clicked his tongue, thinking. “I know. But the way he walks, how he talks, his style… God, have you smelt him? He walked past me, and his smell was intoxicating..”

Haily gripped his chin, forcing him to look up at her. “Listen to me, don’t go for it. Stalk his pages, write cute little love notes you’ll never give to him, hell, write fanfiction about him. But whatever you do, do not ask him out. I don’t want to lose you.” Theo waved her off as the teacher walked in.

The past week was… Long. He struggled with his emotions, before eventually just giving into his urges. He stalked all of his socials, drew him, learned all he could about that boy. Deep down, he felt ashamed for doing these things. But part of him loved stalking Sebastian. He even found the same cologne he used. He hated to admit it, but he felt… Obsessive. Every little thing he did felt like a dream. When they passed by in the halls, he felt his heart quicken. If he stared at him for too long in class and he would look, his face would flush red. It felt like a never ending cycle of desire and lust for one he could never have.

Home life was boring. He always felt alone. His parents were never home, either out of state for work, or working. They never had time for him or the dog. He pinned up another picture he had taken of Sebastian without his knowledge on his wall. He took off his hoodie, tossing it onto his chair. He slipped out of his clothes and into something more comfy, stretching with a groan. He had an off feeling. Almost as if he was being… Watched.

Everything went black. When Theo woke up, his limbs were restricted. He groaned, vision groggy. He immediately panicked, looking around. “Hello??” No sound. “Mh, you're awake my dear. Good.” That voice. He knew that voice. He looked over. Sebastian.

I hope you enjoyed !!!! Part two will be up whenever I get the motivation to write :3 Also, I might draw them !!! I'll take a picture if I do. Have fun, my darlings !!!

#obsessive love #stalker #murderer #stalking #smut #love #crazy love

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riddlerosehearts · 2 months

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🐍 same, there were many things i did not enjoy about HoO but leo is one of the highlights i will always treasure from it. in fact I made my OC just so I could make them be friends with him bc it's like an old childhood dream of mine 😭 it's several years late but i will do it anyway. have u ever made any pjo ocs?

I read your post and i agree with you so much!! EN did jamil so dirty and just the few changes they made to his lines flipped the entire dynamic between him and kalim and basically completely erased how tragic and difficult their situation is, and portrayed jamil as basically just someone throwing a fit over something easily changeable when it isn't. I play on JP so I was so surprised to see the changes EN made, it sucked seeing so many ppl hate my fav

oh nooo yeah if both riddle and jamil are in the athena cabin i have no clue who'd become the head counselor... this is so hard, if only we could have more than one :(. Kalim'd def be in a different cabin at least, but just him being around camp would make it so much harder for jamil to be himself, it hurts my heart. there are so many ways you can write this and it all has so much angst potential. on the other hand you're so right abt the missed leo nico friendship bc i always intuitively felt they could've be good friends without knowing why, but your analysis puts everything into words and makes me even sadder we had such a missed opportunity... like cmon rick....

idia labwear groovy but nico is actually so funny - nico ominously approaching cats with his hands out like the grabbing emoji when nobody is looking and completely unaware how scared the cats feel, meanwhile all he wants is to spend some time with kitty before the chain sneezing sets in

I love your ideas abt the outfits I think they fit super well!! if i get around to doodling the characters in a twst au i'd like to reference your ideas if that's okay with you! They'd both probably attempt to wear the uniforms as a full set in the beginning then decide it's way too much of a hassle/feels too stiff (totally not an excuse to want to draw them in the full outfit), then begin modifying things so it felt more like themselves, though at least I think they both would like the ignihyde uniforms better than the other dorms, igni's seems more casual and practical than the other ones imo. for some reason i feel like the savanaclaw colours would look good on leo, i just picture yellow being a nice colour on him - but leo in savanaclaw would just be like him stuck with a ton of jocks feeling confused why he's even there lool

also imagine leo meeting ortho, he'd be so fascinated that something like ortho was possible and be inspired to make a robot of his own (twst festus origin story?) idk if there's a robotics club but i could see that being leo's club of choice, nico maybe board games... which means he'd meet idia and azul omg, what do you think?

sorry it took me a bit a longer to answer this time. i haven't!! i don't make OCs super often in general, i don't even really have one for twst haha, but i love seeing all the creativity other people put into their OCs.

yeah exactly!! i do keep up with the JP main story updates and have read most of the JP events through fan translations, but i started by playing on EN. and i feel really lucky that i recognized the words for master and servant and could tell they were mistranslating some things, because i can imagine that otherwise i would've come out of it hating jamil for "betraying" kalim too. instead i loved him and was a little annoyed with kalim until book 5 showed more of his growth. i don't ship jamil and kalim but i do love both of them and it's sad that the complexity of their dynamic got watered down so much... i will note, though, that the app is rated E10+ on the google play store and 4+ on the iOS app store, so my guess is that higher-ups at disney thought the actual story wasn't kid-friendly enough.

something else to keep in mind with athena kids that i actually sort of forgot about until recently, is that they're all claimed from birth and therefore are pursued by monsters from birth :( and then also the fact that athena is a virgin goddess who just sort of gives babies to people who might not have been prepared to have one... i bet that would make things so much rougher for riddle and jamil. some other ideas i had are that if jamil's parent was a minor god, it could be nemesis (goddess of revenge) or terpsichore (muse of dance). and for kalim, if his parent was an olympian it would be either dionysus or apollo and if it was a minor god it'd be tyche (goddess of luck and fortune). like you said, there's so many different ways i could see their story going in an AU like this and they'd all be so angsty.

if you wanna see more analysis on how nico and leo fit together there's some stuff i've reblogged from others in my valdangelo tag! not all of it is necessarily romantic, i just basically use that for anything about the two of them--and a lot of the reasons why people like the ship are reasons why they'd work platonically as well. but yeah one of my biggest criticisms of HoO is how even though i like all the new characters for the most part, i feel like their relationships to each other were largely defined by romance (and i don't just mean the actual couples, but also the frank-hazel-leo love triangle for example) and a lot of potential was missed because of that!

oh yeah go for it!! feel free to use pretty much any of these ideas we've been brainstorming as basis for your own headcanons and stuff, i don't mind at all. and like i've been saying, if you did draw anything for this AU i'd love to see it. i can definitely see that about leo and nico both trying on the full uniform and then quickly deciding not to bother with it anymore lol. i imagined them both not wearing the tie because i just think nico wouldn't really want to and that leo might not even know how to tie one AFSKJGHDF. do you think leo would add any other accessories or personalization to his school uniform? also, i was thinking, i totally agree that they'd both like the ignihyde uniform, especially nico because it resembles the bulky jackets he normally likes to wear! but i wonder what nico would wear for a dorm uniform if he transferred to ramshackle... according to one of silver's voice lines at least, they canonically don't have one, so maybe he'd just wear, like, a my chemical romance shirt and call that a uniform lol. or keep his ignihyde uniform and confuse everyone.

omg, i love the thought of leo meeting ortho and being inspired to make festus because of him. he'd definitely be so fascinated by everything ortho could do. as for the clubs, i saved this excellent post about NRC's clubs for reference a while back, and since no other existing clubs were mentioned in either of the camp vargas events, i assume that that's all of them. but afaik there's nothing that says leo couldn't start a robotics club, and i'm sure there'd be people willing to join! out of the existing clubs i can totally see nico being in the board game club, i think that'd be a lot of fun for him.

#asks #anonymous

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aquiescentraconteur · 4 months

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My darling girl,

I saw an old friend today, an important one.

If I were to describe him to you I'd say he's laughter and warmth in one soul. He has always had the ability to put a smile in my face and somehow that guy still does it. He's a part of my past I was okay with being there, he's someone I lost with good reasoning. I'd say he's like the typical jock in American high schools, funny, popular, unquiet. I'd tell you he was someone I'd call and easily have a blast. I fell hard for him that summer, the way he treated me, the way he got along with your godmother and the plans he arranged to make me fall in love with that city. Oh how it worked! If you're ever curious, check the photographs from the summer of 2022, in Barcelona.

Anyway, he came home for Christmas and decided to make emends. - At least that's what I interpreted from today.

He wanted to take me out, to lunch. Something in my gut told me to decline the offer - it is one thing to have coffee and talk with an old friend, it's another completely different to go to lunch with a guy you haven't spoken to in months and pretend like everything's okay between the two of you. I did just that, declined. I had to be this new woman I've been describing you, a colder version of myself.

Imagine my surprise when ha calls me this morning saying he arranged everything and he'll pick me up TO LUNCH in a bit. He was 'really happy to see me' he says. And me? Well, I froze. I had to, once again, repeat to him my previous answer. - I won't lie, it was hard. I'm not this person, I'm not this fatale girl. The old me would cave and say 'okay, let's have lunch'. The new me said 'I wasn't counting on it', and he replied 'you are now', 'I have a lunch with a friend actually', he says 'I can join, if you two don't mind'.

At this point, I accepted, I was out of excuses. I don't know if he played his cards right or if he genuinely misunderstood my answer. I'm not gonna think about it either. That's not why I'm writing you, to reflect on what his intentions are or to invest more energy in this. I cleaned that drawer a long time ago. I feel very clear about my relationship with him, about my feelings for him.

What I wanted to tell you was that, sometimes, life delivers something to your doorstep much later than what you wished for.

Why? I have no idea.

I don't know what the point in seeing him again was.

I hold dearly my memories with him, I do. But sometimes it seems as if this is all just one big joke that someone decided to play on me, as if I'm a puppet in a circus. The effort I saw from him today - in him - was something I wished on Cassiopeia a long time ago. It was exactly what I wanted a year ago. He travelled miles to come and see me, we hugged more times today than I we did when we were close friends. I felt nothing, it was like all the feelings I once had were just some sort of dust that flew away a while ago.

Some sick bastard is playing with my heart upstairs and I'm getting really tired of it.

I'm so tired my love, I'm so close to giving up on love.

How sad is that? The one thing I've always dreamed about, the one thing I always wished for, never to be mine.

It's a great plot for a Greek tragedy.

If you're ever inspired, write it. Make millions on my life story and just maybe I'll finally understand what's the point in all of this.

Love,

Mom, December 28th 2023

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sexygaystories · 1 year

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Gives an inch, takes a mile (rework)

Hey! This is a reworking of an amazing story by malebodyexhibit. If you haven’t read it already I recommend you do and please give them a follow too because they post some sexy fiction. I loved this one so much I wanted to add more story to this narrative so decided to flesh it out myself with additions and edits throughout. This is in no way an attempt at stealing their work or replacing it, I wholeheartedly support them and they are due the credit for creating this piece. You can find their original post here:

I kept thinking why my boyfriend had put up with it for so long. But I knew the answer.

But I heard about a website that could help me… It was an underground thing that was spread by word of mouth. A man walking down the street stopped me and looked me up and down. He said, “I think I got something for you.” He told me about the website and that it was built for “people like you.” I didn’t know what he meant but the website promised to make you the “man of your lover’s dreams.” The website could make me like his ex.

Well… it did more than that. I entered my and my boyfriend’s information. It promised to turn me into someone my boyfriend loved. Someone he wanted with his whole body and mind. The next morning, I was in his ex’s body.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. I played with his light-brown hair, so fair and soft unlike my original hair. I ran my hands over my biceps, then my abs. The first time I ever had abs! His body was so sensitive and I was so turned on my the sight of me controlling his ex’s body that I felt myself getting hard. I pulled down his underwear and saw the massive cock. I understood why so many people wanted this asshole now. I stroked one out right there. My jizz sprayed over my abs and chest. He had a long reach. I dug through his laundry hamper and pulled out some gym clothes. They smelled ripe, but I noticed he didn’t have much clean clothes.

I had access to his memories and I knew that around this time he would be at the gym. That’s when I realized my boyfriend and his ex went around the gym at the same time. In his ex’s memories, I saw that they checked each other out constantly while they worked out. They showered just a few feet apart. The whole time his ex would tease my boyfriend by showing off his body and huge dick to him. Not anymore.

“Babe, it’s me.” I then told my boyfriend everything that happened. How I switched bodies and how I was his ex now. My boyfriend was shocked but suddenly realised it was me when I told him I loved him. “Wouldn’t it be awesome if I stayed in this body?” I said, smiling. “You could have a sweet boyfriend and an incredibly hot one too.”

“But, I thought you hated him?” My boyfriend said. “Every time I mentioned what he did to me, you always got mad that someone treated me so badly.”

The next few weeks were awesome. I cared for my boyfriend and gave him the attention he needed. I cooked for him and let him top this hot body, something his ex would never let him do. The first time he tried to pin me down and shoot a load in my ass, it was kinda awkward as he’s so much shorter than my new body but it was cute. After that he held me and told me he loved me. He asked if it was almost the right time to get married. I was excited, but kept my cool. I told him, let’s get used to the changes first. We kissed and he explored my body with his mouth. It felt amazing as I am so sensitive now and I’m so much more physically reactive, sometimes I forget my own strength! He was teasing my dick with his tongue, I was so sensitive I just instinctively grabbed his head and had to ram it straight into his throat. Like on autopilot I began humping like a dog before I realised what I was doing. I apologised right after, he was a little shaken but I could see his dick twitch.

Among the new changes were that my boyfriend wanted me to go with him to the gym though. And I actually got into it. I hardly play video games anymore or do that geeky shit, but I love pumping iron. The guys at the gym also can’t help checking me out, and I’ve got to say I kinda like the attention. My boyfriend started to get insecure, but I tried to reassure him that I loved him and wouldn’t cheat, unless he got fat. I meant it as a joke, but he took it pretty seriously. He started working out more and trying to get trim, and I loved the results actually. So sometimes I would poke his stomach just to give him a reminder. I’m a little ashamed to say I think we both started to believe it as truth though, when I cooked for us I would start making his meal sizes a little smaller than mine. I don’t think he noticed at first but as it became more obvious I think he realised it was for his own good, and I needed the extra portions to fuel this growing body.

As the weeks went on my boyfriend continued to top me. I was becoming increasingly dissatisfied. Not only was he getting more skinny now so it was more difficult for him to pin me down, I was finding that he had trouble making me cum during sex. He tried his best to satisfy me, I jokingly asked if he needed another guy to help. One day I was bored of bottoming for him so I suggested we try it the other way round. He struggled at first, but instantly it clicked in my mind and felt so right, I don’t know why I hadn’t topped sooner in this body. It just felt natural. So now I top him. It’s easier for us that way. And the sex is better for it, I can pin him down or flip him round much easier than he ever could with me.

A few more weeks passed and I noticed I was getting more cocky. The past day I got sidetracked at the gym. I was chatting with these couple hotties and just having a casual flirt. I mean it’s not cheating unless I actually fuck them, right? Well, I told my boyfriend he needed to cook dinner since I was busy. He threw a big fit, so I just decided to eat some ass. The two bros I met at the gym took me back to their place and I went to town tonguing their holes and fingering them open. While I fucked one, the other jerked off and came on me. I didn’t even wash up when I got back home. I wanted my boyfriend to see he couldn’t take me for granted. He didn’t say anything.

He cooks all the meals now ready for when I come home, though he just has a small salad now. Before he was kinda hairy but I just wasn’t into that anymore so I have him shave for me now, I think he looks better that way. I’m at the gym more than him so he just plays my old games till I come home, he begged me not to throw it all away, I don’t care for that shit anymore, but I let him keep it. I think maybe he misses the old me in some way. He goes to the gym less these days, when he does he sticks to the cardio machines and keeps himself thin. He still watches me workout from the other side of the room, I don’t look at him so much anymore though, I know it makes him more eager for my attention. I’d say it was deliberate but I honestly just forget he’s there. I’ve made plenty of gym bros since I started coming though and we get on so well, sometimes we… I invite them back to ours after working out.

I’m so much happier in this body, there’s no way I’d ever go back to the old me. My life has changed so much for the better. Now I don’t even care if my boyfriend goes with me to the gym as long as he is facedown on the bed when I get home so I can pound his ass. He’s so afraid that I’d leave him he’ll let me do anything. I understand why his ex was so hard on him, and I gotta say he was right. Give him 12 inches and he tries to take a mile. You got to keep him down so he knows who the alpha is.

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