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[erooca]

daycare

ellie williams x reader

description: ellie williams is forced to take a shift at a daycare. she knows she’s gonna hate it, that is, until she sees you. 1.9k words

this is very self indulgent cuz i work at a daycare. i’d be so down to continue this storyline if it gets any interactions :)

part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/erooca/725335248989208576/daycare-pt-2

why the fuck am i here? is exactly what ellie was thinking, pulling into the small, but cheery daycare. it was 9:30 in the fucking morning. she should still be asleep, not getting prepared to run around with little kids for the next eight hours.

after feeling sorry for herself a bit longer, she turned off the ignition and headed into the double doors.

“good morning, ellie!” maria said with a bright smile. ellie almost rolled her eyes at the enthusiasm. maria was sitting behind the front desk, clicking away on the computer in front of her.

“morning,” ellie responded back, a complete opposite from the way maria had greeted her.

“i know i’ve already thanked you a million times, but seriously. thank you for coming in,” maria thanked.

right. the reason ellie was here in the first place. maria had mentioned how the daycare she owned was extremely understaffed recently and needed all the help she could get. of course, joel offered up ellie as help. he said it would be good for her. ellie would have shut them both down, but maria mentioned how much she’d pay ellie. ellie was sold.

“yeah,” ellie responded, still not happy about the experience.

“listen, ellie, as soon as i get some more workers you’ll be free to go,” maria comforted.

“i know. so what am i gonna be doing?” ellie asked, praying to whatever’s out there that she won’t have to change any diapers.

“i think i’m going to put you in the big three’s. it’s a good group of kids, so don’t stress. it’s just down that hallway. second door on the right.”

ellie nodded her head and set off to the room. she already knew she was about to have the most frustrating and long shift of her entire life.

as she walked down the hallway, she admired the kids’ art that was strung on the walls. she noticed more of it around the big three’s door. she took a deep breath, and then entered through the door.

and then she saw you. you were kneeled down, ground level with a little girl who was crying. she watched as you gave the little girl a big hug, and how you helped her focus on the tower she was building with the colorful blocks.

when you finished calmed down the kid, you spotted ellie. maria told you that you’d be having another teacher today, but she never mentioned that teacher would be fine as fuck.

“hey. ellie, right?” you asked.

“um.. yeah,” she answered.

you introduced yourself to her and the room.

“they’re doing centers right now. you should go around and try to get to know some of the kids. once we have circle time, we can do proper introductions. that sound okay?” you suggested.

“sure..” ellie said. you could sense the nervousness radiating off of her.

“don’t stress. these kids are fun to be around. at least most of the time. let me know if you need anything,” you encouraged.

she nodded her head and looked around the room. from what she could see, the centers included music, blocks, art, math, science, and a play kitchen.

of course, she felt inclined to visit the art table first. there was only about three kids over there, and it was a topic she knew pretty well. was she overthinking this? probably.

she took a seat on the uncomfortably small chair in front of the table. immediately, the three kids looked up at her.

“hi! what’s your name?” a girl with short brown hair asked her.

“ellie,” she answered, then realized she should probably talk a bit more, “um what’s yours?”

“pippa,” she answered, putting away the green crayon in exchange for a red one.

“what are you drawing?” ellie asked, looking at the mound of colors on the girl’s paper.

“my family!” pippa smiled, “that’s my mommy, and that’s my kitty kat, and that’s daddy!”

to ellie, it looked more like scribbles of different colors, but nonetheless she praised the girl for her creativity.

she felt a light tap on her arm and when she turned she was met with a shy looking boy. he had black braids in his hair and wore a toy story themed shirt.

“hi.” ellie said to the boy.

“can you draw me something?” he asked, handing her his blank sheet of paper.

“okay..” she said, taking the paper from him, “what should i draw?”

the boy thought for a minute, “ooo, i know! a dinosaur!!” he said, excitedly.

this request made ellie’s smile grow. of course she could draw him a motherfucking dinosaur.

“what’s your name?” she asked him.

“king!” he replied, awaiting his dinosaur.

as she drew, king watched intently, and once pippa noticed ellie was drawing, she started watching too.

when ellie was finished, she gave it back to king.

“woah!!! it’s a t-rex! i’m gonna color him green!” he said.

“ellie. can you draw me a mermaid?” pippa asked her.

ellie obliged and soon she had a good line of kids asking her to draw things for them.

as she was working on her third princess drawing, she heard you singing the clean up song.

she didn’t have chance to admire how beautiful your voice was before the kids started singing along. the three year olds started cleaning up their messes and ellie helped them out.

you had them gather on the carpet, where you finally introduced ellie as their new teacher (for the time being). you watched as ellie awkwardly smiled and you had to hold in a laugh.

after doing a couple songs and shit with the kids, they all went outside and played on the playground.

you took this opportunity to talk to ellie.

“hey, so, how you liking it so far?” you asked her, curiously.

“i thought i’d hate it, but it’s actually not too bad,” she said, glancing over at you with a smile. you swear you almost passed out right there.

“haha, yeah. it can take a second to get used to. you’re lucky they didn’t put you with the two year olds. those children make me want to quit my job,” you laughed, “so you know maria?”

“yeah. she’s sort of my- aunt-in-law - i guess?” ellie said, trying to find the right words.

“really? tommy must be your uncle then. gonna be honest, maria scares me,” you admitted.

ellie laughed, and your heart skipped a beat.

“pretty sure tommy feels the same way. she’s not bad once you get passed the cold exterior. how long you been working here?” ellie asked, intrigued to know more about you.

“about a year. its just a steady job while i’m in college,” you answered.

“you’re in college. where do you go?” she asked.

“jackson state!”

“no way, me too. you on campus?”

“yeah, campbell north.”

“no fucking way-“ ellie said, but caught herself, “shit-SHOOT, no freaking way. i dorm there too.”

after you laughed at her slip up, you continued your sweet conversation with her. you felt like you’re falling in love with her by the second, and little to your knowledge, she’s was feeling the same way.

“do you have any favorites yet?” you asked.

“um.. i like king. he’s sweet,” ellie answered, thinking back to the dinosaur drawing.

“yeah. he’s really smart too. he’s actually in the foster care system and can be a bit sensitive about it. try not to mention moms or dads around him,” you told her.

this struck a chord in ellie. she had been in foster care a long time before joel came along. she knew exactly what it was like for king. she hopes he will be as fortunate as her in the future.

when the time came, you and ellie corralled all the kids back into the room. there was a cart at the front of their door that had lunch on it. you explained to ellie that you guys will have to make the plates and then hand them out, same with the milk.

you passed out the plates to each kid who was sitting down at the small tables, while ellie came behind with the bowls of food, placing a nice scoop on each child’s paper plate.

you went to start pouring the milk but soon got distracted. you couldn’t help but watch ellie as her lean figure slid around the room. you liked the way she kneeled down when a child was asking her a question, acting as if that child were her equal. you studied how her hair was sticking up a bit on the sides, probably from being outside and running around with the three year olds. most of all, you loved how she was smiling. how it seemed that she was enjoying herself. the beautiful curve up of her lips was enough for your heart to beat at a rapid pace.

you snapped out of your trance when you saw ellie look up at you. you flicked your head away before she could catch you staring (even though she definitely did and you knew it too). you started actually doing your job and pouring the milk for your children.

as the day went on, ellie was very fond of learning more about you. you both spent nap time learning new things. when ellie told you how much she loved space, you told her how you thought you could be the first person to pluto as a kid, since it was your favorite planet. you guys talked about your favorite constellations and which ones you spot first. you told her how much you liked to read and shared your favorite stories with her. you asked what maria was like at thanksgiving dinner.

you were sat together against the wall, just chatting. the lullaby music played on the tv. the lights were off and curtains were closed. the three year olds were all asleep. ellie was all to yourself right now. you were so starstruck with how easily your conversation flowed. she sat with her knees up, resting ur arms on them as she looked at you. you could see glint in her eyes, even in the dark room. it made you like her even more.

once the kids woke up, it was less talking and more working, much to your disappointment. the rest of the day went by smoothly. you did a fun craft with the children that they enjoyed, and ended the day with tv time. once the number of kids got lower, maria came in to let ellie know she could go home.

“well. i hope all these kids didn’t scare you off. will you- be here tomorrow?” you asked with a hopeful look on her face.

ellie chuckled, “some of them are a bit scary, but they didn’t. i think i will be here tomorrow, but only so i can see you again though,” ellie smirked.

once her words sunk in, your cheeks turned a blushy color. no way the new, hot teacher just flirted with you. you stammered a bit but regained your ground.

“looking forward to it, ellie. have a good night,” you smiled brightly.

ellie have you a slight smile and a wave before walking out the door. you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. holy shit were you in deep.

ellie joyfully said bye to maria, earning her a weird look. she felt on cloud nine as she walked to her car. the day went better than she could’ve ever expected. she was already making a mental list on ways she could win you over.

maybe this daycare job won’t be so bad. is exactly what ellie was thinking as she drove away.

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[yuri-is-online]

Hi!

I saw the 300 followers event, and I'd like to request prompt 9 with Leona, Ace, and Jamil

9. Jealousy pt. 2- someone from a rival school asks for your number

Hi hi! Thank you for your request, I hope you like this friend.

notes: they/them pronouns used for Yuu, Check out the rest of the event requests on my masterlist here.

Leona

"Overconfidence is a slow and insidious killer." Leona has heard you say that more than once, always in a tone that suggests you are mimicking something or someone; from your world he assumes. Not that he really minds, it's a nice quote. Snappy. And the first time he heard you say it you had been critiquing Azul, not him. Not him, even though it could easily apply.

That's why it is thundering in his skull right now, needling at that knot in his forehead that refuses to leave, twitching in his snarl as he watches some RSA brat wind his way around your shoulders.

Slow.

"I've got to say," purrs the stranger, lightly resting a hand on your shoulder as you consider what power you need to invoke to get him gone "I was surprised to find someone so nice attending NRC." You can't really think of a good reply, the awkward laughter that stutters out of you doesn't seem to count.

Insidious.

"It would be a real shame to let such a chance encounter go unsavored." He could have chosen a less suggestive tone of voice, or maybe it's just Leona's previous comments about how you should try to avoid "getting eaten" that are working double time on your nerves. "Perhaps you could give me your-"

Killer.

"Oi." Leona's voice rumbles, you swear there was an actual roar before he spoke. The RSA student certainly jumps back from you like there was. "You are making them uncomfortable." The student apologizes, to you or Leona you have no idea, as Leona settles a comforting hand onto your shoulder.

"Thank you, sorry for-"

"Don't." Leona is surprisingly calm. "'s my job to scare off bottom feeders like that anyway."

Well now. That is news to you.

Ace

There is something of a disadvantage in always being around the person you like when you aren't quite sure how much it is you like them just yet. The full realization tends to come at an inconvenient time, making ordinary situations into ones of great annoyance. For example, a casual walk through Craneport where you run into some kid from RSA who is also casually enjoying his day of with a friend.

"Cute, right?" A great big dog is happily panting as you scratch her ears, a smile just as shiny as her owners beaming up at you.

"Super cute!" You resist the urge to kiss her all over her massively cute face while Ace tries to fight off an existential crisis. That is a dog, he is feeling jealousy over a dog. What's going to make him insecure next, a tooth brush?

"Her name's Ginger." The stranger says with clear pride. "She really likes you, I'm almost sad to see you go."

"Only almost?" You laugh and give a final head pat to the very good girl while Ace swallows. Anger, jealousy, general annoyance at your obliviousness? Who knows.

"Could I get your number then?" Asks the stranger. "I'm sure she'd love to get to know you."

"I'm sure she would!" Ace's heart skinks, hand going behind his head to awkwardly soothe his wounded heart. "But I think I'll have to pass." You don't give a reason and the stranger doesn't ask, just takes his loss on the chin as you begin to walk again.

"So why'd you say no?" His voice is surprisingly even even if the question feels like it stumbles out of him.

"Oh well you know..." You shuffle along, as eager to let the topic die as he is to press it. "I've already got a favorite ginger." He snorts, threatening to break into a full blown laugh. "I do!" You protest, oddly serious and extremely embarrassed. "And he's enough of a handful already."

"I'm sure Cay-kun will be happy to hear it." Ace laughs, winking back at you as he prepares to run back towards the bus, shouts of protest somehow falling on deaf ears and stroking his ego.

Jamil

Sometimes Jamil is envious of Floyd. His reputation wouldn't take a dive if someone from the other team accidentally ran into a missed shot fifteen times. Nobody would even blink. But if the ball came from his hands... well then people would start asking questions.

"Are you jealous?"

No. A lie. Jamil is jealous of the air you breathe for its closeness to your lips, and this sniveling Nobel Bell brat can actually speak. Not that he knows exactly what he is asking for, but Jamil has an active imagination. And feet, he somehow seems to be stalking his way towards you even though none of what is happening is any of his business.

"Are you dating?"

Why would I want that? I've already got enough on my plate as is, I don't need a partner. Only true on the surface. Jamil has no idea why he wants you (Kalim assures him he doesn't need a reason but why would he want to listen to that advice) he just does. You make him feel a bunch of inconvenient and ridiculous things, he does not need a partner but he does want one.

"Um... I was wondering..." Seven the kid was pathetic from across the court but now that he was actually here he is even worse. Jamil is surprised he hasn't fainted yet. "I was wondering... um if you wouldn't mind could I get your number?" He seems genuinely hopeful and Jamil has got to look just as genuinely disgusted with how far back the kid jumps.

"I'm sorry..." you turn him down so gently it hurts (for Jamil, not the kid, he wants to see the little bitch run away crying) "You've been very nice I'm just not interested right now." You let out a relived sigh as the kid walks away normally as Jamil considers talking to and is not given a chance to think better of it before you turn around. "Oh hey Jamil." Why do you have to look so happy to see him? It hurts. "Sorry you had to see that, I was just trying to turn in the team registratio-"

"Do you find that attractive?" You both look shocked Jamil even asked that, but now that he has, he finds that he is too stubborn to back down.

"No?" And then with a bit more certainty you add. "No. No I think I would like someone with a bit more... mindful" You say with an admiral degree of confidence for someone who is no longer looking him in the eyes.

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[barelytolerabled]

Speeding Hearts part 2

lando norris x fem!driverReader

summary: you and your best friend, Pierre Gasly, had the same dream. but now that you're living it together you start to want something else, someone else.

WC: 3k333

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The morning light gently filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the hotel room. As the world slowly stirred awake, you found yourself already up, the excitement of the day ahead pulling you from slumber. Pierre, still lost in dreams, slept peacefully in the bed, undisturbed by the early morning.

Quietly moving about the room, you got ready for the day, ensuring not to wake your peacefully sleeping friend. Just as you put the finishing touches, a faint knock on the door interrupted the calm.

Carefully tiptoeing to the door, you cautiously opened it to find Lando standing outside, a bright smile on his face. "Good morning! Ready for breakfast?" he greeted, not aware of the sleeping figure in the room.

Nodding softly, you replied in a whisper, "Just a moment, let me grab my purse."

Lando chuckled softly, slightly amused by the whispered exchange, but his amusement faded into slight confusion when he glanced past you and saw Pierre sleeping soundly in the double bed. The realization of the situation dawned on Lando, his eyebrows raised in puzzled surprise, but he tactfully said nothing, not wanting to intrude or make assumptions.

When you reappeared, ready to head out, Lando greeted you with a warm smile and offered his arm in a gentlemanly gesture. You smiled back appreciatively, silently grateful for his discretion. Together, you left the room, leaving Pierre undisturbed in his peaceful slumber.

Seated in the hotel cafeteria, you and Lando navigated through breakfast, exchanging light banter and discovering shared quirks. It turned out both of you were picky eaters, sparking a conversation about your culinary preferences.

"So, what's your go-to breakfast?" Lando asked, sipping his coffee.

You chuckled, "I'm a simple cereal person. Nothing too fancy."

"Ah, a classic choice," Lando grinned. "I'm more of a toast and jam kind of guy myself."

As the conversation flowed, you learned about Lando's racing journey, his interests outside of Formula One, and the nuances that made him uniquely Lando Norris. It felt like you were getting to know a friend, someone who shared not only the racing track but also the quirks and nuances of everyday life.

However, there lingered a curiosity in Lando's eyes, a question he hesitated to ask. Sensing the unspoken inquiry, you met his gaze, a silent acknowledgment between newfound friends. The topic of Pierre hung in the air, unspoken but present.

Lando decided to shift the conversation, "So, do you have any pre-race rituals or superstitions?

You chuckled, "Well, Pierre and I have this thing where we exchange a good luck gesture before every race. It's been a tradition since our karting days."

Lando smiled, seemingly satisfied with the answer. He knew there was more to discover about the dynamics between you and Pierre, but for now, he respected the budding friendship and decided to let time unravel the layers naturally.

As the breakfast conversation continued, the camaraderie between you and Lando deepened, setting the foundation for a friendship that promised shared laughter and maybe some challenges.

The conversation between you and Lando continued, the light banter creating a comfortable atmosphere. Lando, perhaps fueled by a spontaneous impulse, finally decided to address the lingering curiosity.

"So," he began, trying to sound casual, "you got anyone at home?"

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk forming. "Planning on asking me out if I say I'm single?"

Lando, caught off guard, chuckled nervously, "Well, aren't we currently out?"

You couldn't help but laugh, nodding in agreement. "True, true. I guess breakfast is still a form of you taking me out."

He grinned, "So?"

Before you could respond, the door to the cafeteria swung open, and a slightly panicked Pierre entered. "You scared me! I fell asleep with you, and you're not there anymore when I woke up."

You exchanged a glance with Lando, suppressing a smile. Pierre, oblivious to the playful banter, seemed genuinely relieved to find you safe and sound.

Lando, seizing the opportunity to diffuse any tension, chimed in, "Don't worry, mate. I just borrowed her for a quick breakfast. No harm done."

Pierre, realizing the lighthearted nature of the situation, joined in the laughter. "Alright, alright. Just give me a heads up next time."

In the bustling atmosphere of the Alpine garage, as you and Pierre prepared for the upcoming session, Lando, with a sly smile, approached Charles Leclerc. Attempting to maintain an air of casual nonchalance, he casually inquired, "So, Charles, I was wondering... Is Pierre’s teammate seeing someone?"

Charles, perceptive as ever, arched an eyebrow. "Why the sudden interest in her, Lando?"

Lando shrugged, feigning nonchalance, "Just curious, you know. She's cool, and I thought maybe..."

Charles interrupted with a laugh, "Maybe you're thinking of asking her out?"

Caught off guard, Lando stammered, "Well, I mean, if she's single and all..."

Charles chuckled, "Relax, mate. Her and Pierre are just friends. They go way back."

Lando's eyes widened in realization, "Wait, really? They're not... together?"

Charles shook his head, "Nope, just good friends. But I'd be careful if I were you. Pierre is quite protective of her."

Lando, unable to shake off his suspicions, continued to observe the interactions between you and Pierre in the Alpine garage. As he watched the two of you work seamlessly together, a perplexed expression on his face, he approached Charles once again, this time a bit more insistent.

"But seriously, Charles, they even sleep in the same bed? How is that purely platonic?"

Charles, amused by Lando's persistent curiosity, let out a hearty laugh. "Mate, not everyone shares your romantic inclinations. They're like siblings. It's a friendship that runs deep, and sometimes, people are just comfortable being close without anything romantic going on."

Lando, still trying to wrap his head around the concept, mused, "I guess I'm just not used to that level of friendship. It's a bit strange, isn't it?"

Charles patted Lando on the back, offering a reassuring smile. "Different strokes for different folks, my friend. Just enjoy the diversity in the paddock, and you'll get used to it.

A subtle doubt lingered in the back of his mind. Could he realistically pursue something with you knowing that you shared a bed with your best friend? The thought, like a persistent whisper, nagged at him. Only one way to know.

Charles, unable to resist the opportunity to tease you, approached with a knowing smile. "What did you do to the poor boy, mmh?"

You rolled your eyes playfully, "What are you talking about, Charles?"

He chuckled, "Lando's on a mission to win over Pierre. You know how pissed Pierre could be, right? We've been there before, chérie."

A mischievous grin played on Charles' face as he referred to the teenage years when he had a crush on you, and Pierre, your steadfast best friend, had promptly rejected him. The memories of those youthful antics added a layer of nostalgia to the current situation.

You couldn't help but laugh, "Oh, please. Lando is just trying to be friendly. Pierre knows we're just friends."

Charles raised an eyebrow, "Just friends, huh? Well, we'll see how this plays out. It's always interesting when emotions mix with the adrenaline of the racetrack."

Charles, still wearing a sly grin, continued the playful banter. "Well, if Lando manages to win over Pierre, he'll be a legend in the Formula One dating game."

You shot back, a twinkle in your eye, "Let's imagine you're right. Maybe Lando will be a real man and not care what Pierre thinks, unlike you when we were younger, Cha."

Charles feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart, "Ouch, chérie. Bringing up ancient history, are we? I'll have you know I've matured into a charming gentleman now."

You smirked, "Sure, Charles. Charming as ever."

Charles, ever the provocateur, continued with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, I must say, all the men seem to be vying for your attention these days."

You quirked an eyebrow, playing along, "Oh, do they? I hadn't noticed."

Charles laughed, "Come on, you can't deny that you've got the attention of the paddock."

With a smirk, you shot back, "Well, Charles, the only man I care about is Pierre. The rest can keep their attention to themselves."

Charles raised his hands in mock surrender, "Alright, alright. Pierre's the chosen one. But if you ever get tired of that single-man devotion, you know where to find me."

Charles, turning back after he started to walk away, leaned in and whispered, "Oh and I had a little chat with Lando. Set him straight about you and Pierre."

You raised an eyebrow, "And what did you tell him?"

A smirk played on Charles' lips as he responded, "Informed him that you and Pierre are just friends. But, you know, since you're looking for a 'real man' who doesn't care about Pierre's opinion, I might just have to try my luck again."

You couldn't help but laugh at the playful persistence. "Charles, you never give up, do you?"

He winked, "Persistence is a virtue, chérie. Who knows, maybe this time will be different."

Pierre, appearing seemingly out of nowhere, wrapped his arms around both you and Charles, a protective gesture that spoke volumes. He gave Charles a playful shake, a stern expression on his face. "Charles, don't tell me you're bothering her again. Don't you remember what happened last time?"

Charles, caught off guard, looked at you, and you met his gaze with a knowing smile. Without missing a beat, he replied, "What if I am?"

You leaned into Pierre's side, a playful air surrounding the trio. "Oh, come on, Pierre. Charles is just being Charles.”

Pierre's eyebrows shot up in mock disbelief, "You're incorrigible, Charles. Just remember, I'll always be here to keep you in check."

You sighed, playfully testing the waters. "What if I want to go out with Charles, Pierre?"

Pierre, not missing a beat, pulled you closer, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "You don't need him. You have me."

You laughed at his response, appreciating the humor. "Well, aren't I lucky?"

Pierre grinned, "Damn right, you are."

As the banter settled, you declared, "Alright, enough of this. It's time for the third free practice. Focus, boys."

Pierre and Charles exchanged a glance before breaking into laughter, the easy camaraderie of your friendship echoing through the paddock. With a final teasing remark, you led the way to the track.

As the anticipation built up in the pit, you and Pierre focused on the task at hand, qualifying for the race. The air buzzed with excitement as the engines roared to life, signaling the beginning of a crucial session.

You and Pierre exchanged a knowing glance before executing your pre-qualifying ritual.

With the ritual complete, you and Pierre revved up the engines and headed out onto the track, pushing your respective cars to the limit. The circuit came alive with the sound of roaring engines and screeching tires as the drivers vied for the best positions on the grid.

When the dust settled, you secured a commendable 10th position, while Pierre landed just ahead at 9th. The satisfaction of a successful qualifying session was evident as you both returned to the garage.

Pierre grinned, "Not bad, mon ange. P9 and P10 – we're in a good position for the race."

You nodded, the thrill of a successful qualification coursing through you. "Let's turn this into a strong race tomorrow."

The team gathered around, discussing strategy and fine-tuning the cars for the upcoming challenge.

As Pierre headed off for dinner with Charles, you found yourself standing in front of your hotel room, contemplating the evening ahead. A spontaneous idea struck you, and you walked a few rooms away to Lando's door.

Lando greeted you with a wide smile as he opened the door. "Hey there! What brings you to my humble abode?"

You chuckled, "Well, Pierre is not around tonight, and I was thinking maybe we could grab dinner together."

Lando's eyes lit up, "Absolutely! I'd love to. Come on in."

The two of you headed out to a nearby restaurant, sharing stories and laughter over a casual dinner. The evening unfolded with a mix of camaraderie and newfound friendship, offering a pleasant contrast to the usual dynamics in the fast-paced world of Formula One.

As you and Lando walked to the restaurant, there was a casual ease in the way your arm rested around his. The evening air carried a sense of camaraderie, and the prospect of a relaxed dinner provided a welcomed break from the intensity of the racing world.

Entering the first restaurant you spotted, you opted for a cozy spot where you could sit facing each other. The ambiance was warm, and the soft glow of the lights created a tranquil atmosphere.

Deciding to unwind a bit, you suggested ordering a bottle of wine to accompany dinner. Tomorrow marked your first race, and the stress that accompanied it was tangible. A glass of wine seemed like the perfect way to ease the tension and enjoy the evening.

As the waiter brought the wine to the table, you raised your glass, offering a toast to the upcoming race. The clink of glasses echoed through the restaurant, and with each sip, the conversation flowed, weaving a tapestry of shared experiences and laughter.

As the dinner progressed and the wine worked its magic, a playful mood settled over the table. Feeling a bit lightheaded, you decided to inject some teasing into the evening. Casually, under the table, your foot found its way to Lando's, engaging in a subtle game of footsie.

Lando, catching on to the mischief, shot you a smirk across the table. "Getting a bit bold, aren't we?"

You chuckled, "Just adding a touch of excitement to the evening. It's not every day we get to relax like this."

As the evening unfolded, the playful teasing escalated. With a mischievous glint in your eye, your foot ventured further up Lando's leg under the table. The wine-induced boldness seemed to amplify the shared amusement between you two.

Lando, a mix of surprise and amusement, tried to maintain composure. "Alright, you're taking this to a whole new level."

You couldn't help but giggle, "Just adding a bit of thrill to our dinner. Racing isn't the only thing I can be competitive at."

The playful banter and discreet footsie became a shared secret, a moment of laughter and connection that lingered in the air.

Feeling the effects of the wine, Lando decided it was time to call it a night. As you both prepared to leave, you couldn't resist a final tease, asking if he didn't enjoy your touch.

Lando, with a charming smile, replied, "It's not about that. I just think you're not in your right mind tonight."

You scoffed, adding a playful jab, "Charles seemed to think you liked me, but I guess that was a misunderstanding if you don't want me to touch you. Maybe I should entertain his advances then."

Lando's smile faltered, confusion replacing amusement. "Wait, what are you talking about?”

With a sly grin, you informed him, "Charles is ready to do whatever he wants to me, no matter what Pierre might think." Without waiting for a response, you got up, a mix of frustration and playful defiance in your stride, and headed toward the exit, leaving Lando behind to ponder the unexpected turn of the evening.

Feeling the cold air hit you as you stepped out of the restaurant, a wave of clarity washed over you, and regret settled in. "What the hell did you just do?" The realization of your actions during dinner hit you hard.

Suddenly, you felt warmth enveloping your shoulders. Lando had placed his jacket around you, a silent gesture of comfort. In the midst of the chilly night, neither of you spoke. Instead, you instinctively buried your face in his neck, expressing your regret and apologies.

"Why are you sorry?" Lando's voice was gentle, breaking the silence.

You mumbled into his jacket, "I acted like a perv at dinner. It's just... it's been so long since I did anything with a man."

Surprised, Lando questioned, "How come? You could have anyone."

Your voice was soft and tinged with frustration, "It's hard with Pierre's protectiveness."

Lando's inquiries persisted, seeking clarity in the midst of your shared vulnerability. "How long?" His voice was gentle, probing gently for understanding.

Confused at first, you soon comprehended his question. "Oh, how long since... sex?" you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper. "A few months," you admitted quietly, feeling a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability.

Apologies tumbled out of you once again as you attempted to explain your actions, the wine-induced boldness, and the desire for a carefree night without Pierre's watchful presence.

But before you could continue, Lando interrupted gently, "Stop apologizing. I'd love to make love to you, but tonight isn't the night." His voice was tender yet firm, expressing a longing and desire that had simmered beneath the surface.

He explained further, a raw honesty coloring his words, "I want to own you, to have you as mine and only mine, but not when you're a bit drunk."

Tears welled up in your eyes, frustration and disappointment intertwining as you struggled to process the conflicting emotions. "I just... I thought tonight would be different. I thought I could have a good night without worrying about everything and everyone," you admitted, the vulnerability in your voice laid bare.

Lando's expression softened, a mixture of understanding and concern. "I know, and I'm sorry if I've let you down. It's not about not wanting you; it's just not the right moment. You deserve more than a hasty decision made in the heat of the moment."

You sniffled, trying to compose yourself. "I know you're not being mean, but it hurts. I thought... I thought tonight could be about me, just for once."

Lando gently lifted your chin, meeting your gaze. "It can be about you, but let's make sure it's the right way. I want it to be special, not clouded by too much wine or emotions. You deserve that."

Lando, sensing the need for a shift in the evening's atmosphere, suggested, "What about a good movie? Something to take our minds off things for a bit?"

Sniffing away the remnants of your tears, you nodded appreciatively. "Yeah, a movie sounds nice."

Together, you walked back to the hotel, the night air now carrying a different tone – one of shared understanding. In Lando's room, the soft glow of the TV screen illuminated the space, creating a cozy setting for the impromptu movie night.

The movie cast a warm glow in the room, and as its credits rolled, a quiet comfort settled between you and Lando. The weight of unspoken desires and the tangled emotions of the night seemed to dissipate.

Feeling a sense of camaraderie, you curled up on the bed, finding an unexpected solace in the company of Lando. The dim light illuminated the room as the hushed whispers of the night surrounded you.

As sleep gently claimed you both, a peaceful tranquility settled in, anchoring you in the shared moments of the evening.

Coucou chérie, Pierre a un peu trop profité de la soirée je le garde cette nuit, repose-toi bien bisous❤️

hi honey it’s charles, pierre drunk a bit too much im keeping him tonight, rest well xoxo❤️

Je viens de rentrer t’es où?

just got back, where are you?

That’s not fun answer your phone please

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Halloween Special.

summary: "accidentally" summoning a demon turns into a heavenly experience

contains: afab reader, porn with plot, soft sex, sub!reader, succubus!elysia, a bit of fluff, somnophilia (?), soft dom!elysia, monsterfucking, virgin!reader, pet names,

pairing(s): elysia x reader

a/n: happy birthday to my wife!!! found this draft on my old account and it seemed perfect since it's Halloween season and it's also Elysia's birthday, so I decided to finish it

A few days ago, your professor had assigned your class to write an essay on any topic; and demons happened to pique your interest.

Long story short— the book you bought for research happened to include a guide on summoning these demons. Well, you called it a guide, but it was more of a ritual if you were being honest.

Of course, not that you ever thought of using it.

You flipped through the pages, skimming along the images and descriptions. Once you saw the word 'succubus', you had to do a double take. The mere thought of a beautiful succubus softly dominating you in bed and guiding you through everything was enough to make your cheeks flare up as red as a tomato...

Okay. You're a horny college student— but you aren't a stupid one. Sex demon or regular demon, you don't need the presence of either in your already hectic life.

You put the book away, not giving it much thought. The deadline is 3 weeks away, and you're tired. Research can wait. For now, you'd try to get some much needed sleep.

As hard as you tried to fall asleep, you just.. couldn't. It felt as if the book was calling out to you; and there was a name echoing throughout your mind— Elysia. A name so beautiful, yet it cursed you with sleeplessness and senseless yearning.

Goddammit.

You sighed as you begrudgingly followed the thankfully detailed instructions on the book. Luckily, the ritual for summoning succubi was fairly simple compared to the others. It can't be helped— you thought.

You were just taking a more hands-on approach for research purposes. Yeah. You definitely didn't want to meet a hot succubus lady. That would be absolutely preposterous.

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A few minutes passed. Nothing. Maybe you did something wrong? No, you're sure you followed the instructions to the tee.

Fifteen minutes now. Still nothing.

You sigh, finally giving up. It was dumb to believe the guide would work, and that demons even existed in the first place. It did at least manage to get rid of the weird name that was stuck in your head, so there's that.

Not even bothering to turn off the lights, you yawn as you lay down in bed. You couldn't help but feel a tinge of disappointment nipping at you as you drift off to sleep.

However, all of it disappears when you awake to the sound of birds tweeting cheerfully and the warmth of the sunlight shining through the windows. Was it just you, or did the world seem much more colorful? Amazingly, you slept like a log. Even though you just woke up, you already felt energized and refreshed and-

Who is that lady at the foot of your bed?

You tried to scream, but it came out as a choked gasp.

The lady had long pink hair tied into a low ponytail, elven ears that twitched every once in a while, and a beautiful face that lit up once she saw you open your eyes. "⊓□⦝⦝⟃ >⊓□⟔□, ⸅⟔□>>⋖ ꓶ｢⟔⦝!"

Her voice was distorted and monstrous, yet at the same time akin to a soothing lullaby. You tilt your head in confusion, still half asleep. She let her mouth hang open for a bit, closing it as it formed into a small smile. She clears her throat. "Good morning, pretty girl! Slept well?"

You simply stared at her in awe as you nodded absentmindedly. What is happening? Who is this gorgeous beauty and why is she in your room?

A realization hits you as you look down and see the bat-like wings that went from the small of her back and wrapped around the front of her thighs along with the skimpy outfit she's wearing; a flush of red creeping up your cheeks at the same time.

Oh.

"I forgot humans used a different language these days.." She mutters to herself, smiling widely as she observes your every reaction. "I'm Elysia, the succubus you summoned!" Elysia exclaimed cheerfully, clasping her hands together.

She eyed you up and down, licking her lips as she crawled over to you. "What a treat we have here.." now that you're a bit, y'know, awake— you have the time to process how sweet Elysia's voice is to your ears.

Everything about her bewitched you. From her luscious locks of pink hair, her striking blue eyes that looked upon you with their loving gaze, to her plump lips that seemed perfect for kissing— amongst... many other things.

Elysia; meaning perfection, beauty, and paradise— the woman in front of you did not fit the name, for the name was made for her instead. Elysia was paradise personified.

Her laugh, similar to a melodious choir, brought you back to reality. "If you keep staring at me like that.. even I'll get embarrassed~" The warmth of her touch brings you to realize how close Elysia is to you, and the situation you're in. The situation you're about to be in.

You sat up immediately. "Wait, this is a misunderstand-" you gulp as Elysia places a finger on your lips, looking at you with pleading eyes.

"You're saying you don't want to have sex with me?"

Okay. She got you there.

Elysia takes your silence as a yes, giggling as she kisses your forehead softly. "You're so cute, I could just gobble you up!" She spoke as if she were talking to a puppy, yet her eyes had an underlying glint of lust.

Unbeknownst to you, you were the first to summon Elysia for, more or less, 50,000 years. The succubus had a lot of pent-up sexual frustration, and you were the unfortunate soul that had to take accountability for it.

"Maybe I'll do just that... What do you say, beautiful?" She tucks your hair behind your ears, her gaze warm and reassuring. Elysia was horny, but she placed your comfort first and foremost.

Did she just call you beautiful? More importantly, did she just say that she wanted to eat you out? You prayed that you were able to keep a straight face in the few moments that passed; that you were able to hold back the elated grin that threatened to curl on your lips.

You were thrilled. Exhilarated, even. Whether you wanted Elysia to know that or not, the shade of red tinting your cheeks and the way you rubbed your thighs together was enough to tell her the truth. "I'd.. love that."

Elysia wasted no time in removing your clothes, leaving a trail of kisses on your bare skin as she went. They were sloppy and hungry; yet at the same time assuring and tender. She took her time to appreciate the work of art that was your body. Her touch wandered all over you— from your shoulders, to your arms, to the small of your back. "You're so pretty like this."

Though it was part of Elysia's job as a succubus to tell her clients what they wanted to hear, she genuinely meant every word. The woman wanted you to know that, and she'd gladly show you with her actions.

She made her way down to your thighs, gently spreading your legs apart as she lowered herself to meet your glistening cunt. You sigh shakily when her warm breath teases your entrance.

"Are you nervous?" Elysia smiled up at you. "No, it's just- this is my first time, so..." You trailed off, eyes darting side to side to keep from making eye contact.

She giggled at your reaction, planting a soft kiss to your clit; the gesture making your breath hitch. "Just relax, let me take care of you." She reassured you. With the knowledge that she was taking your first time, Elysia was even more determined to make you feel good.

"Besides, I don't mind teaching a cutie like you how to please a woman." She winked before shallowly thrusting her tongue into your folds; experimentally dragging the wet muscle along your walls and eliciting a few moans from you.

Elysia's eyes attentively observed each and every reaction— whether it be the way your head fell back whenever her nose rubbed against your clit or the way you moaned a little louder when her tongue pressed flat against a specific spot.

"Fuck.." You hissed under your breath, knuckles turning pale from how hard you were gripping the sheets. It seems you aren't the only one enjoying this; you could feel Elysia's movements grow hungrier, slender hands spreading your thighs apart even more.

Your other hand pushed her head down as you muttered apologies in between moans. She didn't seem to mind; only working harder to please you as her thumb reached to play with your clit. "A-ah... Elysia..!"

Even with your eyes screwed shut with pleasure, you can feel her smile against your cunt. "Mm... You sound so pretty moaning my name." She groans, growing hungrier and more relentless in its pace. She just can't control herself; can't help wanting to taste you.

Her eyes looked up at you with lust and need as you bucked your hips to meet her tongue, making a mess of her face as you came all over it. Elysia continues tongue-fucking you throughout your orgasm, helping you ride out your high.

After Elysia deems that she has prolonged your orgasm to its limit, she crawls over to your exhausted body. "Is this a dream?" You pant out between breaths, eyes still shut as beads of sweat rolled down your forehead.

She giggled at your question. "If it was," You opened your eyes to find the woman giving you a warm smile; gaze as reassuring and comforting as ever. "would you want to wake up?"

"..."

"Then, just let me make you feel good." Elysia's smile transformed into a grin, eyes on either side of your thighs as she straddled your lap. She isn't quite done with you just yet.

It seems that you were, though.

You groan as you're woken up by that stupid, stupid alarm that just had to ring when you were getting to the good part. Ugh.

How were you supposed to focus on studying for the whole day after... whatever that was? Why did you summon her in the first place?

Can... you summon her again?

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[writing-in-the-impala]

Secret Smokes (Part 15)

Pairing: Teacher! Remus Lupin x Reader

Series Summary: When the reader bumps into the new DADA professor on the bridge in Hogwarts she begins to build a friendship with him all thanks to their shared feeling of not belonging and love for muggle cigarettes. Their friendship blooms while they both fight internal battles deciding what is wrong and what is right leading to a lot of fluff, angst, flirting and a rollercoaster of emotions.

Warnings: Swearing, smoking, drinking, teacher-student relationship, angst, jealousy, fluff, smut.

Word Count: 2311

A/N: wow it's been a while I have no excuses I just have a soul-draining full-time job and no free time. Enjoy! I missed you all <3

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You spent the whole Sunday sulking as you walked around Hogsmeade trying to lift your own spirits. You couldn't take it anymore. On one hand you thought about how maybe you just need to go one a date with someone else to break this fixation you had on Remus on the other hand you felt like you may have a lot more than just a crush on him and that no one will be able to replace him. You simultaneously wanted to bump into him and to not see him for a few days. But something pushed you to try and force him into bumping into you. So you pulled out the marauders map and saw he was in his classroom. You went to the corridor adjacent and sat with a book waiting for him to walk out, yet the next time you checked the map he was in the library so you headed straight there. Once you arrived to the library he was nowhere to be found, you checked the map and saw he was walking towards the courtyard you followed him but couldn't catch up with him until you saw him disappear from the map. You knew he left Hogwarts, and you knew he was avoiding you as he probably saw where you were using his own map. It was hopeless. He was impossible.

Your next interaction with him was Monday morning in class, one of the only places he couldn't avoid you, especially that you knew he couldn't skip classes as he had to do so at the end of each month anyway. When you walked in Remus's eyes flicked to yours and then straight to the floor to avoid yours. He kept his composure well during class but spent the whole hour tapping his finger on his wand and falling over his words. He barely answered questions and took deep breaths. After the lesson finished he let out a sign simply saying "that's all, thank you very much. Remember keep studying I know you'll all do great." In this moment he gave you a short glance breathing in, closing his eyes slowly and turning to walk up to his office. As everyone funnelled out you followed him. "Professor, I have a question about one of the exams." You said nearly running up to catch him as he was already half way up the stairs.

"Miss L/N, I can't go into too much details about exams you know this. I'm sorry, I'm afraid I won't be of much use to you."

"But professor I just want to understand more." You pushed hugging your books for comfort and looking around as some students were still in the class, he shifted his body weights to his other leg.

"I'll be honest I've never ran a class through exams, you know I'm new to all this. It would be better for you to speak to a different professor on this subject." He pained and you knew you were both speaking in double meanings at this point.

"But you're the one I want to speak to as you are the one who teaches defence against the dark arts."

"Was I not clear that I'm not the right match for you on this topic when we last spoke about exams, I suggest Professor McGonagall could help." He said looking past you at the last few girls in the room both you aching for them to leave you you could speak normally as he knew you wouldn't leave and there wasn't much you could say like this.

"Yes I do understand that Professor however what she explained wasn't that clear either, it left me with a lot of questions specific to defence against the dark arts." At this moment the last two girls left saying "bye Professor Lupin." He said goodbye to them before turning back to you and saying "Follow me, let me see if I can help." You followed behind him, he held the door open for you and let you in his office first before shutting the door behind you, you didn't make yourself comfortable in the room but rather stood by the door. "You shouldn't speak to me like that while there's other students around." He said in a low tone.

"I needed to get your attention somehow."

"You know you've always got my attention." He words were almost a low growl.

"But you avoided me all Sunday."

"It's what's best for you." He took a step closer closing the space between you forcing you to look up if you want to look into his eyes.

"How do you know what's best for me?"

"Trust me I do." He leaned down his lips were an inch away from yours.

"Really?" You asked and his lips met yours as he moaned a "mhm" in confirmation. He pulled away to say "you know you really shouldn't act like that in my classroom while there's other students still leaving, begging me to talk to you, to give you attention." His words were making hot flashes go through your body as you said nothing just looked up at him. "Do you understand?" He asked and you nodded.

"Good girl." He said the words catching you off guard. He walked away from you to go and lean against his desk as you stood in the same place confused.

"I thought you were avoiding me?" You asked not understanding his sudden change in behaviour.

"I am." He said signalling for you to come closer with his hand and you followed his command. He stood up straight in front of the desk as you looked up at him he picked you up and put you down on the desk so you were now sitting on it.

"How is this avoiding me professor?" You ask him as he looked down at you, he got on his knees in front of you, his head at desk level as his hands moved up and down your thigh.

"Well right now we don't have to discuss all the stuff I'm avoiding." He said moving his head between your thighs and teasing you through your clothing.

"How are you so sure?" You asked as you resisted all the feelings he was sending through you.

"Because dear you can't even think straight and I haven't bent you over my desk yet." He said standing back up leaving you aching for him.

"Please don't stop." You said looking into his eyes that seemed a lot darker in this moment. He began to kiss you as he undressed you and you unbuttoned his shirt. He grabbed you by your hair to turn you around and bent you over his desk. You felt his body against you before he leaned down to whisper in your ear he took a deep breath and then he let you go and walked away sitting on the sofa opposite the desk while saying "I can't do this."

You turned around in confusion to see him buttoning back up his shirt, you quickly fixed yourself before questioning him. "What do you mean you can't do this? You started it!" You attempt to protest.

"and I'm ending it."

"So what happened to wanting to bend me over your desk?"

"I can't, I care about you too much. I don't want to throw you around this room like an object of desire. Don't get me wrong I do desire you, and you do something to me when you out me on the spot in public like that but I can't treat you like this."

"What if I want you to treat me like that?" You asked afraid of moving anywhere closer to him in the room.

"Then you don't understand your own worth." He simply stated.

"So now you won't speak to me or even sleep with me anymore?"

"You know I think it was William Blake who said sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires."

"Well if you studied Blake like I did you would know Blake is telling you to act on your unacted desires, unless you're telling me you would rather kill a infant in its cradle than kiss me again."

"You've got it wrong dear. I may have been homeschooled by my parents but don't underestimate how many hours I spent reading. The enacted desires are the things you should murder. If you nurse them, they must be in a cradle. They are the baby in a cradle so strangle your unacted desire, don't act on them."

You felt almost embarrassed at you pointing out school, you didn't know he was homeschooled but it made sense with his condition and the fact they moved constantly, it added up and now not only were you angry at Remus for his recent actions but you felt guilty for your own words. You didn't reply, the silence was thick before Remus breathed heavily and continued to speak.

"Therefore it's time for me to strangle mine, if you remember the day we went to the British Museum I asked you to promise that if you developed any strong feelings for me to tell me so we could cut it off before either of us gets hurt." He said and you nodded slowly to show you're following along. "Well I may have not been too truthful and I feel neither have you, and it has resulted in us both becoming victims of our own misfortune."

"Are you saying you have strong feelings for me Remus Lupin?" You asked feeling both nervous and excited.

"Not exactly, what I'm saying is there was a line that I tried to set and I believe somewhere that line became blurry. So after you left on my birthday I decided to establish that hard line again. I decided we will stop sleeping in my bed, we will stop all the cuddling nonsense and all the softness. However I simply can't do that Y/N, I can't be as stern and strict as I want to be with you."

"That's okay, I want to cuddle with you."

"I'm aware however I told you that day, I would like to take you on dates, I would like to walk around and hold your hand, I would like to bring you to see my friends especially during my birthday but we can't do that, I told you it will hurt to not be able to live in public, I didn't want to risk the pain for you. You deserve so much more than this." He looked weak.

"Can you not tell you're what I want no matter how many times you deny me?" You were almost in tears.

"I simply don't believe you understand what you're signing up for with me, and it's emphasised by you asking me to take you on dates, to go see Sirius, to go to my cottage. I always told you those weren't options with me especially while you study here but you didn't listen." He was angry but also frustrated like he was mainly fighting with himself.

"What if I didn't study here?"

"What? Y/N don't try and ruin your education?"

"No, as in when I finish. What happens then?"

"Then we're free, but then you have the burden of being associated with me.  I fear that the stigma attached to me will affect you before you even have a chance to become the amazing witch you can be."

"I don't care." You simply shrugged. "But would you take me on dates?" You asked and he thought for a second.

"Of course if you're not my student there no reason not to." He replied thoughtfully.

"Would I be able to visit Sirius with you?"

"It would be encouraged." He replied instantly.

"Okay, then we'll continue this whole conversation when I finish."

"So what happens now?"

"You tell me, you're the one who knows what's best for me." You said and he laughed for the first time since you entered this room. "Touché."

"I think we hold off for a little bit, you're right you know, I'm not being truthful about how attached I am to you. And I haven't been really seeing my friends this year because all I can think about is you." He gave you a sad but understanding nod. "So I think I should come here less, but I don't want to stop coming. Maybe we become a bit more casual, see each other every so often, I'd still like to be able to come for tea, listen to music and sometimes kiss you if that's okay."

"It's always okay." He said with a soft pained smile.

"Okay, so we do that, and when I finish school you can ask me out and show me what dating Remus Lupin is like, deal?"you put your hand out for him to shake.

"Deal." He said reaching out to shake your hand. "Would you like to stay exclusive still?"

"You don't?" You were caught off guard.

"No I do, but I'm not in my last year of school, I'm asking you?"

"I don't think I would be comfortable finding out you're kissing someone else, so could we please stay exclusive even if we don't see each other as often?" You asked nervously.

"Of course dear, now what would you like to do stay here with me today or go back to your friends I won't be offended if you leave right now."

"I'd like to stay." You said and he reached out his hand to pull you to sit beside him.

"I'm very proud of you for putting your foot down like this, don't get me wrong it hurts to know I'll see you less but I think you've acted more mature than me in all this."

"If we had it your way we would still be smoking and flirting on the bridge." You pointed out as Remus put and arm alright you and got comfortable making him laugh. You felt safe, and like you made the right decision. You hoped.

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Late night frustration | Bakugo Katsuki

✦ Bnha characters have their quirks but they are all secret heroes living a doubble-life. Katsuki has a had crush on you but instead of asking you out on a date he's stuck listening to you fangirling over Red Riot. Out of frustration he decided to do something very stupid.

✦ Word count: 2,5k

✦ Warnings: none

Secret hero Dynamite on rampage once again [see video]

Stupid fucking media. They just don’t give a time of the day to check how it all happened. All they see are Mina’s boobs and Eiji’s smile. Bakugo grunted while scrolling through a bunch of shorts featuring yesterday's secret hero action. They all showed the two mentioned earlier in a glorifying light or his, not so subtle, bursting out of the convenience store, glass shattering behind him as he grabs the thief by the collar.

Apart from being a college student Bakugo lives a double-life as a secret hero. How did he get his powers? No one knows, including himself. The same with Mina, Kirishima and Denki. There were a bunch of other people who rolled out on the streets after sunset with masked faces but he didn’t know them all, he didn’t care. It's not like he ever even agreed to the idea, his friends convinced him that they should all use their powers to save the world. Honestly he just saw this as an opportunity to manifest his quirk, otherwise too destructive to play with. Over time he got fed up with what people talked about him, he’s not gonna lie, at some point such an amount of hate would touch anyone. Yet, he didn’t stop, didn’t hide behind a fake personality denying he even has any powers. He got out every second night and did what he’s done for years now.

A bag dropping near his face tore him out of his thoughts bubble. Looking up he spotted your smile as you sat down opposite of him, the well used wooden chair creaked under your ass. There was one more reason why he kept trying all the time. After every night action he waited with gritted teeth for your excited text sending him an awesome video of Dynamite that you just found and fell in love with. He wanted you to fangirl over Dynamite so he could drop by in the middle of the night, take his mask off and tell you that it’s him, he’s the secret hero that you’re in love with. But it never came. You never said a positive word about his alter ego, either being neutral or agreeing with some of the opinions on his brutality and carelessness.

Yet, how could you know better? You were not there last night with the shop owner, an old man too shocked to mumble anything into the microphone after onlookers and reporters flooded the crime scene. You didn’t hear him when he grabbed Bakugo by the sleeve just as he was about to run and thanked him. You didn’t know that the old man was grateful, claiming that the window was nothing, repairing it will cost less than what the thief was about to steal. Of course none of them heard that because Katsuki always gets those compliments off-scene. Noone ever listens to the actual victims, they have a forged history that will match their shitty profiles and online channels.

“Did you see yesterday’s action?” Quite close up actually, princess.

“Mhm.” He mumbled, opening a random book to quickly end the topic.

“There’s a lot of shots of Dynamite breaking that window. I mean, I get that he has a very destructive power but was it really necessary to catch the thief bursting through the glass? Maybe he could run up to him on the streets?” And what would it change? Then he’d blast a car standing on the roadside or a street lamp and they aren’t that cheap either! “Well, at least he got the criminal.” Oh finally, some scarce words of compliment. “But look at that, look, look.”

He nearly grabbed your hand as you started to wave it in front of his face. It was a short featuring Red Riot flexing as he ran to help Bakugo tackle down the thief. It was unnecessary as Bakugo’s explosive hand was already on the criminal's neck which paralysed the guy with fear. Yet, Eiji always wanted to help. He sincerely didn’t do it for attention, he just always wanted to make sure he did the best he could. How can he stand back and watch? It was him who handed the tief to the police. Bakugo already learned that they were not keen on being close to Dynamite so it was always Eiji talking to them. That’s how he stole the whole spotlight of the previous night, he jumped on the already disarmed thief, picked him up and handed him to the police. Simple as that. And yet it had you squeaking and scrolling through more phone-made shots from different angles, all painfully exposing Eiji’s flexing muscles in the scarce suit he wore.

“Red Riot is so hot. I can’t believe he lives somewhere there as a normal person.” Oh he actually lived very close by. Your Red Riot was just a few tables away, chewing on a pencil, sweating over a simple maths equation.

Bakugo was seriously in awe that people didn’t see that bulked form in Kirishima. It was obviously good that his cover never blew but apart from covering his face and hair during actions Kiri was nearly all on display. In the daytime he also didn’t bother covering too much, always wearing a hugging shirt that would show off his tremendous muscles. Guess the mass doesn’t really look for the heroes, they just admire them and later forget that they actually exist as said normal people.

“I would totally fuck Red Riot stupid.”

This was enough. Having someone you love, I mean have a crush on, whatever, talking about fucking a different guy in you very face was too much for Bakugo.

“You know what, I got a text from mom, I need to go.” The blonde stood up, pushing the chair from under his knees with such a force it nearly fell down. He looked at your surprised face as you mumbled a ‘okay’ and that you’d ‘do the assignment they were both due’.

As much as Bakugo wanted to spend time with you, he also couldn’t listen to what you said, a painful feeling aching in his chest.

Later that evening Bakugo found himself sitting on a roof, looking at the city below him. It wasn’t supposed to be a patrol night but he couldn’t sit at home, he had to do something, anything to take his mind off of the earlier talk. Eijiro didn’t even do anything bad but the blonde was furious with him. If he saw that dumb face he’d punch him, which of course he didn’t want to do so he distanced himself for the time being.

A cool breeze grazed his form, sneaking under his masked face. He certainly didn’t like the cold, it made him slower and weaker but autumn was taking over. He saw it in your coat, you picked a new one, a warmer one. You wrapped it around yourself tightly, hiding your chin into the large collar. Oh, you were there, again.

Bakugo leaned over the edge of the roof to see you better. It was past sunset, the yellow light of the street lamps giving your silhouette a golden hue. You were walking down a narrow lane in the middle of the park. You must be heading from some shop as your hands were wrapped around big paper bags.

If not his earlier outburst maybe he could have been next to you. Maybe he’d lie that he doesn’t have anything to do and he can go to the shop with you. You’d spend the evening fooling around in some shopping mall, maybe take out something to eat and he could pretend, just for a second, that you were his girlfriend. Later he’d walk you home and give you a goodbye hug because that’s what friends do. And he would keep you close just a split second longer, so that you don’t notice.

Nothing would come true if he keeps on ditching you for the sake of his own anger. So what if you’re fangirling over Red Riot? You’re not stupid enough to fall in love with the unreachable secret hero. Yet, Bakugo couldn’t shake off the creeping feeling that you could meet Eiji at some point, at a party with your mutual friends and talk to him. You could talk to him a lot, laughing at his shitty jokes, unconsciously brushing his biceps with your hand because of course you’d like him. The redhead is a funny, charming himbo that girls love. If Bakugo would sit down on the couch and watch your interaction for afar then he’s sure that Eiji would put down his hand on the counter behind you, narrowing the space between your bodies. He’d flirt with you jokingly just as he does best up to the point when you both sneak out of the party. Then he’d give you a night you’ll never forget because Bakugo knows damn well what girls say after spending an evening with Kirishima. Maybe Eiji would break it to you that he’s Red Riot and after that he’d never get rid of you. It’s a dream come true. For you. A nightmare for Katsuki.

He actually had to cough because the clench in his chest and the turn in his stomach became unbearable. He felt hurt, as if everything that he just imagined actually happened. As if you were already Eiji's girlfriend. He just wanted you so badly right now that he actually leapt down from the roof down onto the park lane, catching your attention with the small explosions.

Katsuki knew that who you saw approaching you right now was Dynamite. He saw the shock in your eyes as they focused on him but not fear. Good, because he was about to do something very stupid.

Bakugo closed the space between you with a few long strides. He grabbed the puffy collar of your coat and with his other hand slid up his mask, just enough to plant his lips onto yours. Katsuki was not innocent, not even a bit. If he was going to kiss you as Dynamite, so that you never know what actually happened, he was going to do it good.

Your lips were already parted, they never actually closed after seeing the secret hero cross your path. Bakugo used it to his advantage, slipping his tongue inside to taste you, grazing his teeth over your lower lip. He swore you moaned quietly but maybe he just imagined it getting way too horny. You were soft, no matter where he grabbed you. Unfortunately it was the coat, it secured you from his touch and he silently cursed it was late autumn and not summer.

Finally he let go of you and you stumbled a bit backwards. Before you could ask any questions he ran away, leaving you gaping behind him.

Bakugo could already imagine the sexual assault headlines after you tell everyone Dynamite kissed you out of nowhere. Or maybe you would first talk to him about it. Either way his hero name was already stained enough so that one more spot won’t change anything. But he did it, he kissed you, he felt it. Now he can play it over and over in his mind, fixating on your taste. Hope he never forgets. But he also felt guilty. He basically stole it away from you and that’s not how he wanted to have the first kiss with you.

Katsuki wandered the streets for some time before the emotions overflooded him and he found himself heading towards Mina’s crumpled up college flat. He just had to yell at someone, to someone. He’d throw it all on Eiji once more, complaining how his crush fangirls over Red Riot, the same as usual. Mina was well aware of the whole drama.

As quiet as possible he jumped up and up until he reached the  window of her unused room. It was open, as always, and he flew through it, landing on the floor, tearing his mask off.

“Racoon fucking eyes…” He was just about to start when he dropped his mask to the ground.

Instead of Mina he saw someone else, someone he really didn’t want to see now. It was you, standing in the middle of the room, picking something out of the same paper bag you carried earlier. Now that he saw it up close it had a print of a home supplies shop. You looked at him, eyes wide as ever, mouth gaping once again.

You were not stupid so of course he couldn’t make you think it was all a dream but he honestly didn’t have any better idea right now.

“Bakugo?” You asked, standing up and walking to him, your scrutinising eyes scanning his costume. “What the fuck? You’re Dynamite?”

Of course you were quick to connect the dots, who wouldn’t when he saw his best friend fly up the window with the, oh so well known, explosions.

“You’re, but, how? Why?” You looked like you didn’t know what to ask about.

“Okay, shut it, I’ll explain the whole damn hero thing…” The blonde also started to throw words at you with the speed of a machine gun.

“What? Hero? Why did you kiss me an hour ago?”

That’s not what he expected. You were more concerned with the kiss than with him being Dynamite? He didn’t know whether he liked it. It would be way easier to explain his secret hero life than what he did that said hour ago.

“I…” No words came out of his throat as he looked at you, at your face, tense and focused.

“Why did you kiss me Katsuki?”

“Because I’m in love with you okay, fuck it.”

“What?”

“I’m. In. Love. With. You.” He spat out every word. “And after hearing, once again, how you’d fuck Red fucking Riot today I had enough. It’s always Red Riot this and Red Riot that, but no one cares about the fact that it was me who caught the thief. Why don’t you just go and actually fuck Red Riot. Now that you know I’m Dynamite might as well just show you the way to his fucking apartment…”

Bakugo didn’t have the chance to end his rumble because he felt the familiar taste once again. You were pressing him up the windowsill, your small form no match for him. Your lips were planted against his. You broke the kiss before he had the time to react.

“Shut up about Red Riot. I was just joking. Why didn’t you tell me you liked me?”

“What?” It was his turn to ask stupid questions.

“I, uh damn, I also like you, crush you very much. I just didn’t think you liked me back, giving your shitty demeanour all the time.”

It would take him some time to explain the whole situation to you. It would also take some time for you to get used to him being a secret hero, though after you agreed to be his girlfriend you noticed he threw himself in crossfire less during his night actions. Who knows, maybe he’ll even gain a bit in the eye of the public soon. Now he doesn't really care for it any more as the only person he ever wanted to impress is already snuggled up beside him in bed, late in the night.

#bnha bakugo #bnha bakugou #bnha #bnha fanfiction #katsuki bakugo #bakugou #katsuki bakugou #bakugo #bakugou x reader #katsuki #bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #mha bakugou #mha

[germworms]

Etho's unexpected face reveal

A shortfic of Bdubs accidentally seeing Etho's face on call.

Wordcount: About 1400 words.

Pairing: Etho&Bdubs Platonically

RPF

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"I'll see you guys later!"

As he stopped recording, he leaned back in his chair. Through his headset he could hear his friends chatting away, about some random topic. He heard snippets of redstone talk, and that made him zone out. He double checked to see if he had stopped recording, which he had.

"Bdubs!" Someone yelled into his ear, making him jump up.

"Argh! What!" He asked, he moved his mouse around to find whoever scared him, rubbing his eyes. "Oh, hello, Etho."

"You tired?" Etho asked, his avatar sneaking in front of him, up close. He was laughing a bit, his own voice an octave lower. A sign of tiredness from the canadian.

He yawned, "Not at all, I gotta edit my video tonight too."

"Awh, you need motivation?" Etho asked, punching him in the game, "I'll be your ear worm."

"Thanks, you are a sweetheart."

"Yeah, I'll go take a quick washroom break, be right back."

"...Washroom." He mumbled, "Crazy man." He couldn't help but smile, he never could stop smiling when talking to him.

Someone walked into the room, hovering above him while wrapping their arms around his shoulders, "I'm headed to bed, the girls are asleep."

He turned his head to kiss his wife, "I'll finish up my editing and join ya', honey."

She closed the door behind her, smiling before closing it all the way.

He turned in his chair, opening up discord to check when the next hermit meeting would be. He saw Etho in the voice channel and joined, knowing that Etho liked to listen to music through Mee6. A big picture of a room showed up suddenly, his heart dropped.

Should he tell him? How would he even tell him, he was pissing right now! No use in calling for him.

He should have turned a blind eye, gone out of the voice group, but he was a tad too nosey for his own good.

His friend for over a decade, his faceless friend who he had never met. An internet friend whom he had spent countless hours talking to.

They had talked about meeting up 5 years ago, and then again yearly since then, but then Covid spread around right as they finally started making realistic plans. Everything got cancelled and they stopped talking about it. Etho stayed in his apartment alone, and he had his family he needed to take care of.

So as he watched, silently, and listened to every sound, a door closing made him jump. Footsteps.

First comfortable black pants, then the bottom of a black hoodie, "Bdubs I'm back."

He felt his heart speed up, the anticipation, not even Beef knew about this. He felt guilty already, he had seen more than enough, "Etho!"

A face became visible on the screen, a head full of brownish blackish hair, quite skinny face, clean shaven. His eyes were tired, but nonetheless, he was handsome. He gulped, "Uh, uhm."

"What did you do, silly?" He heard minecraft sounds, forgetting all about the game. Etho was probably wondering why he was standing so still, listening to him through the game and not through discord.

He couldn't stop staring, he felt like a sinner. Like this was more embarrassing to admit than when his parents had walked in on him as a teen, than his first kiss with a girl and with that boy in elementary.

An embarrassed blush crept up on him, "Bdubs, are you okay?"

Ethos mouth moved while he talked, of course, but seeing a face to a voice he wasn't even supposed to see made him speechless. The way he said his name made his heart skip in a way he hadn't felt in a long time maybe because he could see every syllable from Etho now.

"I- uh, ugh, your-" He coughed, watching how confusion spread across Ethos face. He noticed how Ethos posture was quite poor, "You should check your posture."

"Oh, thank you."

There was a moment of silence, "Hold on."

"Bdubs!!!" Etho's camera was quickly turned off, "You! What! You should have told me!! I- I don't know what to say!"

"Well!" He started, "I mean! Your handsome! Pretty! I mean, you're very- what I mean- I'm sorry!" He stumbled over his words, not knowing how to react. "I'll turn- I'm gonna turn on my face cam!"

He turned it on, forgetting how his face was completely red in embarrassment, "Oh god." he noticed, "It's the lighting!"

He let his words die out. Should he hide away?

"Are you angry?" He asked in a small voice.

"Angry? I- I don't know... A bit, I guess. I trust you, of course, but this has become a big deal for me, my face. I mean, you were gonna see it one day, I wanted that time to be special." Etho said, his voice became weary. "Be happy I actually wore clothes."

"I wouldn't be un-happy so to say."

"You- You're something else, man!"

Bdubs eased up, "I know, baby."

Etho took a long breath, he could hear the gears turning in his head, not knowing what he was planning. Who knew what that man was thinking anyways.

"You get ONE time of facetime, okay?"

He hadn't expected a sudden meet and greet, "Really?"

"Just make a private call, I don't want any of the other hermits joining, Gem will be so mad at you by the way." Ethos voice quieted down.

All hope of a session of editing went out the window, as he pulled up his private chat on discord with Etho, the last message read, 'U up for mc?'

He clicked the call button, "I'm calling! Okay! It's happening!"

Etho chuckled once, "Well, you already saw my face, WITHOUT me knowing, stalker."

"I'm sorry, okay?"

The call was picked up, eyes staring directly at him, while his mind blanked out, "Uh- hi."

"You're so RED, man!" Etho laughed at him, his whole face full of laughter, a mix of nervousness and excitement.

"I am?" He felt his face, "Well, don't blame me! You're pretty handsome, not more than me, though." He lied, of course Etho would be good looking, he could feel it in his guts from the moment he met him. Beauty followed the soul.

"Don't sell yourself short... Literally." Etho began cracking up again, going off screen to laugh.

"Oh, FREAKING funny, huh! I can prove I'm 5'10!"

"Stand up for me, then." Etho said, showing back on screen to stare directly at him. Making him nervous.

He halted in his action to stand up, "I don't take commands from you! You should trust my words."

"Oh, so now you don't wanna do what I say? Sounds like someone isn't as tall as they say they are, hmm, Bdubs?"

His heart skipped a bit, "I- I uh, I am." His voice more quiet now.

"You okay?"

He had to look away, "Nothing! I'm fine! Can you uh, say my name again?" He spoke the last part quickly, too embarrassed to say it out loud.

Ethos face scrunched, "What?-" His voice high, but then he spoke, "Bdubs? BdoubleO? John? Which one?"

He coughed, "Uh! Thank you! That's all, I wanted you to look stupid! Okay, Ha! Yeah.." Hearing his name from Etho was always something he enjoyed, but from Etho AND his face was something else entirely. He was comfortable with his sexuality, of course. He had always been open to girls and boys, and he fell in love with his wife the first time they met.

When he met Etho, he started wondering how his life would be if he had married a man. A thought for the dreamers, a thought he wouldn't make a reality, because he loved his life. He loved his children, his wife, his job.

He loved Etho as much as he could too.

"You like when I say your name?"

As much as a friend could love him, perhaps he never saw them as only friends, but also not as lovers. His wife knew about Etho, how could she not? And she adored him as well. They would frequently put an Etho lets play in the background when making dinner, laughing at the commentary. His wife never had any problems with, what Cleo would call, his obsession.

"You do, you weirdo." Etho said, leaning back, "Can you say my name?"

"Etho." His eyes scanned the screen, the face for any reaction.

A smile spread across Ethos face, he scuffed, "Yeah, okay."

A small pause between them and then a strange question, "Should I buy a better webcam for you?"

"For me?"

"You're the only one who gets to see me, mind I add, maybe HD is better for you." Etho said with a slight smile in his tone, "Anything for you."

In their years together, Etho had picked up on his adorations for him, and he had never said anything about it. Slowly, after a long time, it became their normal.

"You should get some rest, Bdubs."

"I should."

His head was tilted while the two men stared at each other, Etho said in a low voice, "This is kinda nice."

"Yeah, it really is."

#Ethubs #Ethubs fic #hermitshipping #Etho bdubs

[outerspacebisexual]

Blessed Silence After This Mayhem - Eddie Munson / Steve Harrington

Part Three of Until the Chaos is Through & What Remains in the Wake

Part One - Until the Chaos is Through

Part Two - What Remains in the Wake

Part Four - Heinous Regret With No Salvation

Summary: Time passes, and Eddie no longer holds any sway over your life. Maybe that means you're ready for something else—something that's been right in front of you the whole time.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader (previous), Steve Harrington x Reader

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: past angst, fluff!, steve x reader without squinting, implied/referenced cheating

a/n: thank you so, so much for all the love on this little series. i never planned for it to be more that a single one shot, so thank you for forcing me to write more!

i hope you've enjoyed it, and don't forget that my requests are open!

<3 aeia

Masterlist

You weren’t sure why basketball practice was held at 6 o’clock in the fucking morning, but you would be sure to make your thoughts on it known to whoever it was that decided that teenage boys needed to run around this early.

Lucas was sitting bleary eyed in your passenger seat, barely awake himself.

“I’m regretting accepting your pleas for help, Sinclair,” you muttered as you pulled into the school.

There weren’t many other cars there at this time of day, just the basketball team and the coaches, who were all climbing out of their cars with the same sleep-clouded expressions on their faces.

“I’m regretting joining the team at all,” he groaned. “Why are we here so early?”

“You’re telling me. Don’t forget your bag,” you told him as he got out. “We’ll see you tonight, yeah?”

Lucas nodded, thanking you and making his way to where a few of the guys were waiting for him, each rugged up tightly against the cold.

You were about to put the car in reverse when you caught sight of Jason Carver clambering out of his own car a few metres away. He slung his backpack over his shoulder, and he did a double take when he saw you sitting there watching him.

It had been well over a month since Halloween, the winter chill of mid-December was out in full force. And well over a month since Jason and you had simultaneously been the hottest topics of Hawkins High.

The day Chrissy had accosted you in the cafeteria was the day that Jason found out about her and Eddie. You had felt bad about that for a few days, wondering if you should have been the one to tell him. You had just kind of assumed he already knew; it seemed like most people did at that point.

Neither of you ran in the same circles at school, so you hadn’t even seen him aside from assemblies and the one English class that you had together. Even then, you sat on opposite sides of the room.

Jason quickly glanced at the guys making their way to the gymnasium, but then he was coming towards you.

He pulled his jacket closer, breath frosting in the chilly morning air. “Hey,” he said to you as you wound your window down.

You raised a brow. “Hi.”

He shifted awkwardly on his feet; eyes glued to the gravel on the ground. You weren’t quite sure what he was even doing talking to you at all.

“Do you need something?” you asked, hoping to spur on the conversation.

He shook his head. “No. No. I—uh, I don’t really know why I’m here.”

“You and me both.”

He pursed his lips. “I’m sorry,” he announced suddenly, and you stared at him.

“What for?”

“For…” He sighed heavily, shoving his hands deep in his pockets. “I don’t even know.”

When his eyes met yours, you saw the silent understanding there. The understanding that you two were both stuck in a shitty situation that somehow had you two at the centre.

“I’m sorry, too,” you said, and he nodded. “Good luck with your game tonight.”

“Thanks.” He removed one of his hands from his pocket and tapped the windowsill of your door a few times before retreating after the rest of the team.

You stared after him before reversing out of the parking lot.

+

Later that day, you were perched behind the counter of Family Video, spinning around on the chair as you watched Steve and Robin shelve the returned videos.

You didn’t often spend your time at Family Video, but you were currently waiting for Will and Mike to finish at the arcade—payment to Jonathan for ruining his day weeks ago. You thought he had been joking about you making it up to him, but when he called you this morning—waking you up from your nap after being awake so early—he cashed in the favour so that he and Nancy could go out of town.

And it was Will; you could never say no to Will.

“How do I rent out a movie?” you asked into the empty store, clicking at random buttons on the computer.

“You can’t,” Robin called back from behind the shelves. “You have to know the passcode.”

“What is it?”

Robin laughed. “As if, sweet cheeks. Keith would already have our heads if he knew you were sitting back there playing with his computer.”

You clicked on a button, wincing and pushing your chair away when and error message popped up.

“Besides,” Steve interrupted, coming over from the documentaries section to lean on the counter, “it’s not here. Someone rented it out yesterday.”

Your mouth dropped open. “But it’s Saturday.”

Steve tsked. “Couldn’t stop them. They were very persistent.”

“Traitor,” you mumbled, sliding your chair towards him.

Steve looked just a good as he normally did; red and white polo almost skin-tight, tucked into his blue jeans. The nametag on his vest was crooked, and you reached out to straighten it.

You felt him freeze, going rigid as you messed with the clasp.

Once you were satisfied it was as straight as it could be, you leaned back in your chair and took it in.

He was already looking at you, small smile on his face. “What?” you asked.

He shook his head. “Nothing.” He tapped his fingers on the counter and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. “Hey, do you…do you want to go to the game tonight?”

You frowned. “We already are,” you said to him, confusion clear. You guys always went to Lucas’s games, your big group of mismatched teens and freshman clumped together in one row cheering louder than anyone else.

On her way to the back room, Robin commented, “He’s trying to ask you out.”

Your paused, blinking at him.

Steve huffed exasperatedly. “Thanks, Robin.” He shook his head at her returned ‘you’re welcome!’, turning back to you. “I know we normally do, but I wanted to know if you wanted to go…with me?” He was fidgeting with the magazine on the counter, trying desperately to appear confident and unphased.

You saw past it, and your stomach flipped. “Yeah, I’d really like that.”

His eyes lit up, and seemed relieved, like he’d been expecting you to say no. “Great. I can pick you up at 5:30?”

“I’ll be ready,” you said, and you tried to ignore the heat behind your cheeks.

He grinned, before disappearing after Robin to no doubt shout at her for getting involved in stuff she shouldn’t be. That was a bi-weekly conversation that the four of you had with her.

As you sat there, you were honestly a little surprised. Sure, you and Steve had been friends for a while now, but you had never picked up on him wanting to take you out.

Maybe you just hadn’t been paying attention.

You thought back to all the moments that he had been there for you or wanted to hang out. Your other friends all made time for you, sure, but Steve was always going the extra mile.

You also swallowed back the unexpected appearance of Eddie in your mind. There was an uneasy feeling arising, and you couldn’t quite pinpoint it.

It wasn’t quite guilt, but it felt similar, like you were breaking faith. Which was ridiculous.

You hadn’t even entertained the idea of going out with someone after your breakup. It just wasn’t something you thought you were even remotely ready for. Plus, it had only been a month and a half since Halloween.

Was it somehow too soon?

Then again, time didn’t seem to matter for Eddie, apparently, because he had fucked someone else while still being in a relationship. So, why did it have to matter for you?

And if you were being completely honest with yourself, your relationship with Eddie had been wavering for a lot longer. It had been weeks and weeks of him pulling away and making you question if you had done something wrong.

It had been him who caused you to cry night after night while you prayed for him to come back to you, not wanting to believe that he was doing anything wrong.

Steve had never once made you feel like that.

He had never made you cry, or question his friendship, or made you think you weren’t enough.

You smiled to yourself.

If there was one person on this earth who made you feel like you deserved more than you thought you did, it was Steve Harrington.

+

Lucas was absolutely beaming after the Hawkins Tiger’s win at the game tonight.

He had been the one to intercept a pass by the opposing team, leaving Jason wide open for a pass that won that game.

You had been cheering harder than you ever had as he was hoisted up onto the shoulders of his teammates, smile wider than you had ever seen it.

After the celebrations died down, you were all standing at the door, organising rides home for everyone. You and Steve had offered to take Dustin, Max, and El, but Nancy had shot that idea down with little more than a knowing smile.

Your cheeks burned as you said your good-byes and followed after Steve, promising to see everyone for your movie night in two weeks.

On the walk back to the car, Steve slipped his hand into yours. You glanced up at him, but he kept his gaze on the gravel as it crunched beneath your feet.

“I had a nice time tonight,” you said, and he finally looked at you.

“Yeah?”

You nodded. “I mean, the game was normal, but spending it with you…I liked that.”

He bumped his shoulder with yours. “I liked spending it with you, too.”

You smiled, something that you always found yourself doing when you were graced with his presence. Steve never failed to make you smile or laugh, and it was comfortable.

With Eddie, you had never been fully relaxed in the way that you were with Steve. And in the last weeks, it was tense, like waiting for the other shoe to drop. You felt like you were walking on eggshells trying to be perfect in order for him to love you.

Steve…Steve never made you feel like that. Steve was secure, and safe. Being with him felt like blessed silence in the wake of chaos.

His car appeared, seeming closer than where you remembered him parking it.

Ever the gentleman, he opened the door for you, waiting for you to get in.

You hesitated for a moment, looking at him.

His brows furrowed, raising as if to ask What’s up?

You bit your lip, and a thrill went through you as his eyes flickered to your lips for a split second.

Looking at him now, you wondered how you had never seen Steve they way you did tonight.

Steve, who had always been a constant in your life, who always tried to cheer you up, who always wanted to spend time with you, who knew your favourite movie and made sure it was always there for you on a Saturday night.

Steve, who always made sure you were all right, and made you feel comfortable.

Steve, who told you over and over again that you were worth more than what Eddie was giving you.

Steve, who told you that you were enough, and made sure that you believed it.

And he was standing in front of you, just like he always had been.

You didn’t think. You just took the leap of faith, surging forward and kissing him.

He didn’t waste a single second in kissing you back, his hands coming up to rest on the sides of your neck.

It wasn’t like kissing Eddie.

It was like kissing Steve.

When you pulled away, Steve kept his hands on your cheeks, brushing his thumb over your cheekbones. The car door between you didn’t stop him from kissing you again.

This time, when he pulled away, he couldn’t pull his eyes from yours.

“I can’t believe you just kissed me,” he said.

You started. “What?”

“I had this whole thing planned out for tonight, and you just sunk all my plans.”

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes, sarcasm dripping from your words as you said, “I’m glad that’s how you feel after kissing me, Harrington. Remind me to never do it again.”

You went to slide into the car, but he grabbed you before you could. “I’m joking, babe. I promise.” That thrill ran through you again at the nickname. “How about we get out of here?”

“Where do you want to go?”

Steve shrugged. “We could go back to my place and watch a movie?” As he said it, he started to smirk, and you narrowed your eyes. “I hear there’s a cool one out that’s funny, and a little sad, with a killer soundtrack.”

You gasped. “You!”

He chuckled. “I thought I might have to sweeten the deal.”

+

“Remember we have to pick up those sweet bun things for Dustin,” Steve said as you made your way through the aisles of Bradley’s Big Buy. “He’ll kill me if we don’t.”

You hummed, pushing the cart along. “I’ll kill you, too. Those things are like magic.”

You picked up a bottle of soda from the shelf, putting it into your ever-growing pile of groceries.

Movie nights were becoming less and less about the movies, and more and more about the food and the gossip. Not that you minded, but it did mean that you blew half a week’s paycheck in one afternoon.

“Do you think we’ll have time to swing by my place on the way? I forgot to bring the movies.”

“Steve!”

“What? I forgot.”

“Yeah, the one thing that we actually need,” you groaned. It would take an extra twenty minutes to drive back to his place and then to yours. As you turned down the next aisle, you remembered the request from Nancy. “Can you run and get the dip that Nancy likes? She asked for it and I forgot to grab it.”

Steve raised a brow and shot you a look. “Oh, who’s forgetting stuff now?” he teased.

“I’ll forget you in the store in a minute.”

He held up his hands in surrender and left you alone in the candy section.

You were debating your options, unsure between the sour straps or the candy corn when you heard your name being called. Looking up, you were shocked to see Wayne Munson pushing his cart towards you. You hadn’t seen Wayne in months, well before your breakup with Eddie. With his conflicting shifts at the plant, he was either asleep or at work whenever you went over.

“Mr. Munson,” you said, blinking in surprise. “Hi.”

“How are you doing?” he asked you, and you winced.

“Uh, yeah. I’m doing all right. How about you?” You weren’t sure if he knew about what had transpired between you and his nephew. You didn’t know if Eddie had even been honest about why you two had broken up.

“Working doubles at the plant at the moment, so about as good as I can be,” he told you, aiming for humour and falling just a tad short.

You laughed anyway. “I’m sorry. That must be shitty.”

He shrugged. “It is what it is.” He studied you for a long moment, and your heart started to race. “Eddie’s been real sad since you left. Struggling a bit. Hasn’t been himself, you know? And if I’m allowed to be selfish here, it’s been a shame not having you around.”

Left, like it was you who decided to end your relationship. You tried to keep your face blank. “Yeah, it’s a shame,” you said, not really sure what else you could say. ‘Sorry your nephew is a lying, cheating bastard’ seemed a bit much.

That was when the man of the hour came around the corner, arms full of assorted packets of chips.

He froze, and you stare at him.

Like Wayne said, he did look like he was struggling. He looked terrible—worse than he had that day in the main street a month ago. He barely even looked like himself.

Ruining your relationship for a fling with a cheerleader who didn’t even really want you would do that to a person, you supposed.

In the weeks past, you had only grown more hostile towards Eddie. Because fuck him. He cheated on you, and you realised you were completely justified in wanting him to eat glass and die in a hole.

But you had some respect for Wayne, and trying to remain civil for his sake, you said, “Eddie.”

“Y/N,” he breathed, dumping the chips into his uncle’s cart. “H-Hi.”

“I was just saying how much she’s missed around the park,” Wayne said, and Eddie’s eyes shot to him.

It became so painfully obvious that Eddie hadn’t told his uncle that he was the reason that you didn’t come around anymore. The temptation to out him was incredible. It sat right on the tip of your tongue.

“Uh, yeah. Sure are,” he murmured, pushing his hair back from his face. You noted that his bruises had all faded. You wondered how he had explained those ones to his uncle, too.

Wayne’s eyes darted between the two of you, no doubt picking up on the tension that only seemed to be growing. “Are you having a party?” he asked you, gesturing to the array of different foods in your cart.

Turning your attention to him, you said, “Sort of. More of a gathering of friends for a movie night.” You glanced back to Eddie.

Eddie hadn’t been invited to a movie night since Halloween.

Once, he had been a staple in the nights, switching seamlessly between talking to Dustin, Lucas, Mike, and Will about Hellfire stuff, and smoking with Steve and Jonathan outside talking about whatever it was they talked about.

After Halloween, no one had invited him.

There was a mounting sense of sweet satisfaction at knowing that he not only ruined his relationship, but the majority of his friendships, too.

He looked like he was going to say something—maybe ask for an invitation, you thought sickly. God, you wished he had so that you could have turned it down.

But then his eyes flew to something over your shoulder, right before Steve sided up to you, chucking the dips he’d collected into your cart.

“Munson,” Steve clipped out. “Fancy seeing you here.”

You coughed, gesturing with you head to Wayne. “Steve, this is Mr. Munson, Eddie’s uncle.”

Steve was quick to hold out his hand, the picture of polite society. “Steve Harrington. It’s nice to meet you.”

Wayne took his hand. “Steve. I remember Eddie talking about you. Nice to finally put a name to a face.”

He was quick to shoot him one of his signature Steve Harrington smiles, all charm and grace. You seriously wondered how he flipped between perfect gentleman and the Steve that you knew he actually was.

“All good things I hope,” he replied as he turned to you. He snaked an arm around you, resting his hand on your back. “I just remembered we have to get some other stuff before we go home.”

Your brows furrowed. “What—”

Steve cut you off by turning his attention to Wayne. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Munson.” He nodded at Eddie, whose eyes were lasered focused on Steve’s hands on you. “Say hi to Chrissy for me.”

Wayne’s face flashed with surprise, and he was looking at Eddie whose own face fell. “Chrissy? Who’s Chrissy?”

Your jaw dropped open and Steve didn’t even try to hide his grin as he started manoeuvring you past them, the two of you listening to Eddie as he spluttered behind you.

Eyes wide, you whacked him on the chest as you reached the end of the aisle. “Steve…” You weren’t even sure what to say, the dumb look on Eddie’s face the only thing you could think about.

Steve’s grin was pure, undiluted joy as he looked at you. “What?” he mocked, innocence dripping from his tone.

Glee bubbled up inside you, and you could only shake your head as you started to laugh—at Eddie’s face, at Steve’s own chuckles as he rushed down the next aisle, you hot on his heels.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” you said, much too loud for the grocery store at 4pm on at Friday afternoon. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to care about the dirty looks from the other customers.

The only thing you cared about was the triumph that raced through you; the triumph that you shared with Steve.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he ascertained.

You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning in and kissing him. You were both still smiling as you pulled back, and Steve’s gaze dipped to your mouth.

“I love seeing you smile,” he murmured, kissing you again.

As he did, you really didn’t care about the middle-aged women in the aisle whispering about young people and their antics.

And you really, really didn’t care about Eddie Munson.

All you cared about was this moment, and the steady, solid way Steve stood before you.

#eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson angst #steve harrington fluff #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fanfiction #steve harrington fanfiction #eddie munson x y/n #steve harrington x y/n #eddie munson x you #steve harrington x you #stranger things angst #stranger things fluff

[chuuya-fan-page]

Off-Brand Tiktok Chuugly worse than the original! (NOT CLICKBAIT!!!! GONE WRONG!!!!!)

I dunno how BSD fan's takes could get even more braindead, uhhhh, but they did? Which is, really cool. A has already discussed this individuals posts before, but this one is just...

Hot take, neither ship will be canon because BSD is not a romance centric series!!!!!!!

Well this is just blatantly wrong.

"Dazai was never intimate with Chuuya!"

...Sure thing!

Ignore that a big part of soukoku's bond is that despite Dazai's aversion to physical contact and his alienation from the world around him he allows Chuuya to touch him. Whatever you want.

"He only saw Chuuya as a monster finding his past, that's why he hated him!"

No. Dazai and Chuuya's conflict in Fifteen arises from their opposing ideologies. Dazai plans ahead, Chuuya is brash and jumps into things, which irritates Dazai, this is something he dislikes as well in Akutagawa. On the other hand, Chuuya has fought his whole life, whereas Dazai seems ready to give up, which is confronting to Chuuya and his mindset. This is where that "hatred" comes from.

Also the idea that Dazai saw Chuuya as monstrous is canonically incorrect. I don't even have to do any digging, Dazai says it outright (ty for not being difficult for once)

Dazai never doubted Chuuya's humanity. He never doubted it because he saw how complex a person Chuuya was and never thought he could be anything other than human.

The way Dazai acted with Sigma was partly because he wanted to help him, yes, but also because he was using him. Hello???? Also Dazai was hardly intimate with Sigma, he drags him down at one point, and whether you're going on the anime or the manga, grabs his face to stop him from literally DYING.

Some of y'all, istg.

Partly true!

Dazai sees Sigma as human!

Please refer to my last piece of evidence on the topic of Chuuya.

Dazai had already nullified corruption when he cupped Chuuya cheek. That was just a moment of pure intimacy and trust between them!

None of this changes the fact that Dazai, a man who has a metaphorical wall around his emotions and his body, allowed Chuuya to sleep on his lap. He could have moved him, it wasn't risky at all, he didn't need to hold Chuuya still on his lap like that, minimal contact was enough, but Dazai allowed more.

Buddy, if he wanted to kill him. He had plenty of chances, they were partners for a long time and Chuuya's literally been passed on his lap before, he could have killed him then, when he was vulernable and out. Then there's corruption that if Dazai doesn't get to him in time to nullify it, he literally dies. If Dazai really wanted to kill him, he could have. Their so-called murder attempts are not serious and they don't do it genuinely trying to harm e/o. The last one is just what?? Like I said before, if he wanted to kill e/o he could have just not got to him in time after using corruption. Corruption is always last resort, double black doesn't always use it. The memorizing breathing patterns s because they were partners and spent a lot of time together and know e/o better than anyone else.

Dazai has had ample opportunity to kill Chuuya, he's been around him at his weakest and lowest points. There is no reason why Chuuya would still be alive if Dazai truly wanted him dead.

bro what.

Corruption is a last-ditch effort that has only ever been used sparingly and against enemies that couldn't otherwise be defeated. Guivre, for example, was a singularity beast out of control. Lovecraft was literally CTHULU. Steinbeck himself said there was no hurting Lovecraft from the outside, and that lil bomb Dazai hid in his cast was not doing it for them.

Again.

If Dazai wanted Chuuya dead. He. Would. Be. Dead.

I straight up don't know what this point is supposed to mean. Dazai shows disgust for Fyodor's beliefs at some point? Like is that what she's referring to??? I dunno, lack of evidence, overruled.

That's...not...

I have no words for this oml.

Like dude, acting has to come from some genuine feelings um.

"Chuuya dehumanized him multiple times" I'm genuinely sick of people taking that dhc scene as dehumanization. Dazai was being ignorant and being disrespectful to the dead, who for context, was a guy who helped Chuuya out with the verlaine situation in sb. He said "oh wouldn't this be good since an executive poistion is open now?" like who wouldn't be pissed by that? So he punches him, because Chuuya's lived a life of survival, so that punch was probably instinct. The words he says after to Dazai was not dehumanization! "I'm human too" "No one would believe that"

People take this as dehumanization, but he practically saying "no one would believe you are human when you are belitting human life like this, so start acting like the human being you are" basically it was a way of saying of dazai's inhumane behavior was shitty and was basically a wake up call for him. He's seen Dazai act humane before, stormbringer was a prime example of that when Dazai gave him a choice, so he knows dazai is capable of acting humane. It's notably even said when Dazai gives Chuuya a few minutes to think about it: "It was an expression dazai never makes."

And um, blind trust is not always good. Sigma and Dazai are in a life or death situation, so he kinda has to trust and put faith in Dazai even though he is incredibly wary of him due to his experiences with fyodor. But Chuuya and Dazai have known e/o for a long time, so logically they will have more trust than sigma and Dazai.

-T and A

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[haggishlyhagging]

In her book My Fight for Birth Control (1931) [Margaret Sanger] is quite clear about the fact that while birth control may have served economic ends, and while it was a practice consistent with her analysis of society, it was none the less a response to women's needs - and not to men's needs of a revolution - that induced her to take on the double task of finding out how pregnancies (and births) could be prevented, and then of distributing the knowledge to women. While today we may think that the greater problem is finding safe and satisfactory means of birth control, in Sanger's time the greater problem was providing women with the information of the means.

The law stated - in Sanger's own words - ‘that no one could give information to prevent conception to anyone for any reason’ (1931, p. 152). It was illegal to publish such information or to send such 'obscene' material through the post. Because of this 'conspiracy of silence', it is understandable that many women thought there was a ‘secret,’ known only to the privileged few. This was the case with Sadie Sacks, whose experience Margaret Sanger cites in her own account of her commitment to the struggle for birth control.

Mrs Sacks already had three young children when she became pregnant again, and because she could not afford another child, physically or financially, she procured an abortion and Margaret Sanger arrived as the nurse who afterwards battled for her life. The woman survived but was very despondent, informing Sanger that another baby would kill her (either through abortion or birth) and that she was desperate to find a way of preventing it. She asked the doctor what she should do and he treated the whole issue facetiously; he scoffed at the idea that she should want to have her cake and eat it too, and suggested that she ‘ban’ her husband to the rooftop. After the doctor's departure, Mrs Sacks implored Sanger to tell her the secret, and Sanger states with rage and frustration that she simply did not know how you prevented pregnancy.

Sanger too left Mrs Sacks's home and over the next few months felt uneasy - even guilty - about the fate of Mrs Sacks. Then she was called once more; this time Mrs Sacks died from the abortion. Sanger returned to her own home, stunned, but gradually convinced throughout the course of the night that ‘uncontrolled breeding’ was the central social problem and determined to do something about it. She writes that at that moment she renounced all palliative work for ever. ‘I would never go back again to nurse women's ailing bodies while their miseries were as vast as the stars. I was now finished with superficial cures, with doctors and nurses and social workers who were brought face to face with this overwhelming truth of women's needs and yet turned to pass on the other side. They must be made to see these facts. I resolved that women should have knowledge of contraception. They have every right to know about their own bodies … I would tell the world what was going on in the lives of these poor women. I would be heard. No matter what it should cost. I would be heard’ (ibid., p. 56).

In 1916, Sanger opened a birth control clinic in Brooklyn - the main emphasis being on contraception, not abortion - and while it was designed to provide women with information it was also a deliberate attempt to test the law. News of the clinic quickly spread, women flocked to its doors, and poured out their feelings of terror and pain on this issue which haunted their lives but which was a socially and legally taboo topic. The premises were raided, the women arrested and Sanger says, ‘We were not surprised at being arrested, but the shock and horror of it was that a woman, with a squad of five plain clothes men, conducted the raid and made the arrest. A woman - the irony of it!’ (ibid., p. 158). There can be no doubt that Sanger saw women as a group, with shared interests and a common cause. There was panic among the women in the waiting room - who were being bullied by the police in the attempt to obtain their names so that they could later be subpoenad to testify - and there was chaos outside (women, baby carriages, children - all waiting to get into the clinic). When Sanger and Tania Mindell were taken away, one woman ran after them, screaming wildly for them to come back and help her. The clinic was closed; the court declared it a ‘public nuisance’. Sanger was imprisoned but went on to fight again - and again.

-Dale Spender, Women of Ideas and What Men Have Done to Them

#dale spender #margaret sanger #female oppression #birth control #feminist history #forced birth

[herroyalhighnessqueenmomo]

Faded Memories (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) |Part 12|

A/N: It's baaaaack!! I know this took literally for fucking ever and I am so sorry to make y'all wait so long. I'm hoping the length of this part makes up for the wait a bit.

You woke up right next to Eddie. You were in his arms as your head rested on his chest. You looked up to see his sleeping face. You kissed his cheek and went to get up but got pulled back into his embrace. "No I want you to stay here." Eddie grumbled out. You giggled. "Eds come on I gotta get up." You struggled against him.

He only grumbled again in protest. "Edddie." You whined. He peaked his head up. His eyes were squint from the harsh light coming into the room. His hair was getting into his face and it honestly looked like a chicken landed on it. You snorted out a laugh from seeing the expression on his face. "Just stay in bed with me. We can sleep in." He said gruffly.

You looked at the digital clock beside the bed. "Eddie its already about to be 12:30, how much more do you wanna sleep in?" You asked. He didn't answer. He only nuzzled his face into your neck. You caressed his hair as he laid practically on top of your chest. "We got a lot to do today. We have to find me a job since I was pretty much forced to quit unexpectedly last night. Then we need to tell our friends that my memory is back officially and-"

"Our friends already know your memory is back." He mumbled out into your neck. "No, only Nancy, Robin, and Steve. The kids don't know and neither does the rest of Hellfire. Plus the guys at your shop would be thrilled to find out my memory is back too." You explained. "I'm not going to the shop on my day off." Eddie deadpanned. "Okay then we can go to the shop tomorrow." You replied.

"Oh and let's not forget we need to talk about how we will go about making our marriage legally official. Personally I think we should just elope and get married at the courthouse." At hearing this Eddie has shot up and looked at you wide eyed. "What? Did you forget that I wanted us to get married?" He shook his head. "No that's not it. I just can't believe you would actually just want to elope and not hold a ceremony." He replied. "Why is that so hard to believe? I mean you already had an actual wedding before. You don't need another one just to marry me."

He still looked at you in disbelief. "You're telling me you don't want a real wedding? Isn't this something you have always dreamt of?" He asked you. "Why? Because I'm a woman? You automatically think I have always dreamt of walking down the isle dressed like a pretty princess in high heels? With a big bouquet of flowers. While everyone I know watches me shine?" You began to rant. Of course you have wanted that but the concept seemed odd to you. Over two months after Eddie's first wedding he will have another one with a completely different bride?

You surely weren't trying to be the topic of conversation going around in Hawkins. If the two of you went along with the idea of an actual wedding the whole damn town would be whispering about the spectacle. "If you're sure you don't want an actual wedding then I would be completely fine with eloping." Eddie stated breaking you out of your thoughts.

You gave him a nod. "Then its a plan. We'll elope."

The two of you ended up calling all of your friends and told them to meet at Nancy's office. You double checked with her before hand and she said it was okay. You were getting ready and Eddie was taking a shower when you heard a knock at the door.

You became a little nervous wondering if it was Kendra. You chucked the idea as you got closer to the door realizing she would just walk in if it was her.

You opened the door and your heart damn near sunk to your ass as you saw your mother. "Y/N M/N L/N. I thought you were in New York to go 'find yourself' but then I heard you were still in Hawkins. You lied to your father and I?! You didn't just lie to me you got married to Eddie Munson? Do you have anything to say for yourself?" She asked as she crossed her arms.

Your mouth was agape as you struggled to come up with words. "Well? I'm waiting." She said seeming impatient and frustrated. "Mom it really wasn't like that. Its much more complicated. I really was supposed to go to New York." You tried to reason. "So what you accidentally missed your flight and married your best friend instead? Did you really think your father and I wouldn't approve or something?"

You shook your head. "No thats not it. I didn't miss my flight to New York. Mom you didn't hear the news about what happened?" You asked her. She shook her head. "No you know damn well that our TV doesn't work that well and your father is too cheap to purchase a new one." She replied.

Your mom had no idea that for this whole time you were gone about what happened to you. You now understood why she was so upset. You forgot about your parents. For all she knew you were in New York and never let her know you were okay. "Mom my plane crashed." All color drained from her face. "It what?! That can't be true. I-I oh my god I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" She asked as she took a moment to examine you.

"I'm fine now mom. I had temporary amnesia and Eddie took care of me. The hospital wouldn't let him visit me until he told them he was my husband. When I woke up he told me the same thing, that he was my husband." You explained. She scrunched up her eyebrows. "I don't understand, why would he do a thing like that?" She asked.

"Because I realized I was actually in love with your daughter." You heard Eddie's voice emerge from behind you. Your mom crossed her arms as she looked at him. "It took you this long to realize that?" You turned your head to look at him. "No. It just took me this long to actually do something about it. I didn't know she had feelings for me too." He replied.

She huffed. "So then you two aren't actually married, just living together? Your father won't be happy about that. He's going to want you to move back home." Eddie wrapped his arms around you. "Well we were planning to actually still get married." He said.

You nodded and gave her a smile. "Well actually I decided we should just elope so that we-"

Your mother put her hand up for you to stop talking. "I'm sorry you want to what?"

"Elope...we don't need to have a big thing out of it bec-" You began to explain. "And you were okay with this idea?" Your mom asked as she looked at Eddie. He shot up his hands in defense. "Hey don't look at me. I tried to tell her we could still have a wedding but she wouldn't listen."

Your mother looked at you again. "Why on Earth would you want to elope? I thought you always wanted a wedding? Hell you even nagged me for eloping with your father myself."

"Thats because you guys deserved an actual wedding." You tried to reason. "And you don't?" She shot back. You remained quiet. "Your father and I eloped because I couldn't leave my parent's house until I was married and they didn't like your dad. Your grandfather refused to help if we had a wedding and we didn't have money at the time." Your mom explained.

You nodded. "I know mom." You looked down at your feet. "Then you know you have a choice to actually do a wedding or elope and regret it the rest of your life." She stated. You gave her another nod. "Y/N you are my only daughter. I want to see you happy. I would love to see you in a beautiful dress and walk down the isle with your father beside you. I know that in the end you will do whatever you want but I think you should take what I said into consideration."

You took a deep breath. "Okay mom." She smiled. "I love you honey bee." She gave you a hug. "I love you too mom." You hugged back. "Now I better receive an invitation to a proper wedding soon or the next time you see me you're going to get another earful." She stated as she pulled away. You let out a laugh. "Okay I get it mom." Your mother was about to head downstairs. "Hey mom?" She looked at you. "Yes Honey Bee?" "Aren't you worried that people are gonna talk about how Eddie is marrying me less than 3 months after marrying someone else?"

"Hon, people are always gonna talk no matter what. They don't directly affect your life so don't let their words prevent you from being happy. Besides, since when did you start caring about what people say to you? I thought I raised you different than how I was raised. I raised you to keep your head held high and to march your feet to the beat of your own drum." She advised.

You knew your mother was right. The woman could be a damn sage if she wanted to. You learned that the best thing you could ever do for yourself in life is always listen to her. "I love you mom." You smiled at her. "Love you too Honey Bee." With that she left.

You shut the door of the apartment and leaned back on it. You looked crossed your arms as you looked at Eddie. "Well I guess we are having a wedding after all." He had a huge smile on his face and went to embrace you. "Have I ever told you how much I loved your mom?" Eddie asked as he hugged you.

"You might've mentioned it once or twice in the past, yeah." You laughed. He pulled away from you. "Now go get ready so we can head out. I'll make us some late breakfast in the meantime." You gave him a nod and went to the bathroom. You brushed your teeth and went to to take a quick shower. Afterwards you walked out the bathroom in a towel and went to your shared bedroom to get dressed.

You searched your drawers and decided to throw on a Fleetwood Mac t-shirt and black jeans with your white All-Stars. You threw your hair up in a side ponytail and walked out of the bedroom. You smiled at the smell of food. "Mmm something smells pretty damn good." You stated as you walked over to see Eddie placing some scrambled eggs next to two slices of bacon on a plate.

He handed the plate to you. "Bone apple squeeze or whatever it is the French say." He said. You burst out into laughter. "It's bon appetit." You corrected him. "Gesundheit" He replied. You laughed again. "No babe I wasn't sneezing I was telling you how the French say it. It's bon appetit." You explained. "Could've fooled me." You rolled your eyes and put your plate down on the table and got yourself a cup of water then took a seat at the table.

You began to eat. Eddie walked over shortly after with his plate of food. "Tastes good Eds." You stated. "Good. I'm not much of a chef." He sat down and began eating too. "Hey babe?" He looked up. "Now that the cat's out of the bag about my memory being back and all, can you tell me what happened between you and Kendra? From what I thought, you guys got married that day of the plane crash. Then I wake up and you decided I was going to be your wife." Your curiosity got the better of you and you just had to know.

He took a deep breath. "Well, after the ceremony when we officially got married, I went to the backroom where I last saw you to look for you since I didn't see you anywhere else." "Okay." You nodded for him to continue. "That's when I found that note you left me about having to leave to catch your flight. By the time I finished reading it and I realized that Nancy, Robin, and Steve helped you to move, I was pissed." You furrowed your eyebrows. "How come?" "Well they did that behind my back and let you leave Hawkins. So I confronted them. The girls were just as pissed too because they blamed me for you leaving, which, to be fair, they were right. They stormed out of the backroom and Steve tried to level with me."

"But what does this have to do with Kendra and you?" You asked. "Let me get there." He replied. "So anyways, that's when Kendra came into the room bitching about me leaving her out there alone when we just got married. I personally didn't give a shit at the time, I just wanted to figure out where you were so I could bring you back. After that I think it was Robin who came rushing in for us to come over to the bar to watch the TV. That's when we saw the news about your crash." He took in a shaky breath and his eyes started watering as he remembered the sinking feeling in his gut when he thought you were gone forever.

He cleared his throat. "Anyways Robin figured you might still be alive but in one of the hospitals in Indianapolis so we frantically looked in the phone book for the name of the hospital. When I called they were too busy to confirm if you were alive so I decided to head there myself to find out for sure. Of course Nancy, Robin, and Steve wanted to come too."

"Wait, and Hellfire club didn't want to come with?" You asked. "Oh, I don't know. They were in the corner away somewhere doing, god knows what at the time." "Oh." "Anyways. By the point that's when Kendra got pissed because she didn't want me to leave the reception. She knew it was a matter of life and death and she didn't even give a shit if you were dead. All she cared about was the stupid wedding. When I realized she didn't care about the most important person in the world to me, I couldn't be with her anymore. I decided to get our marriage annulled and that was pretty much it."

"Wow, I knew Kendra could be a bit of a pretentious bitch, but damn she wasn't even concerned in the slightest if I was okay?" You asked. "Nope." "Damn. Well good fucking riddance. I never liked her anyways." You responded. "Apparently nobody did. I just have a shit judge of character."

"I don't think you have a shit judge of character." He looked up at you with a raised eyebrow. "Okay your judge of character was a little questionable, but I think you're getting better now." His softened as he gave you a small smile. "Thanks."

The two of you finished eating and left the apartment via Eddie's notorious, slightly more questionable than his judge of character's, van. When you got to Nancy and Jonathan's place you noticed you two were actually the last to arrive. "Oh great, we're the ones who made the invite and ended up being the last ones to our own scheduled hangout. Good fucking going, Munson." You half joked.

He snapped his head over to look at you so quickly you could've sworn you heard his neck crack. "How is it my fault?! Last I checked it was your mother who decided to drop by and cause us to be late." He sassed. You blinked a few times not expecting that response. "Well then." Was all you said as you hopped out the van and went inside the ex-diner. Eddie was speeding right behind you.

"Well look who finally decided to grace us with their presence." Dustin said with a very disapproving and sarcastic tone. "Yes, I'm sorry that we were late it was my mother who had stalled us earlier before we left." You said very pointedly and gave Eddie a criminally offensive side eye.

Nancy cleared her throat. "So why did you bring us all to my office for?" She asked. "Right. Um, so as you may all know. I was recently in a very dramatic and tragic plane crash that thankfully didn't kill me. Which by the way some of you," You looked over at the Hellfire Club. "Hadn't come to visit me since then."

"Um excuse me, I call bullshit, we wanted to visit you, Eddie was the one tha-" Eddie made quick big gestures for Dustin to quit talking immediately with his hands. You saw the gestures from the corner of your eye and looked over at Eddie to see him try and play it cool by whistling while looking the other direction. "Eddie what?" You asked Dustin as you furrowed your eyebrows.

It got quiet all of a sudden making the silence awkward. "He told us that you didn't want visitors and that meeting new people would make you hysterical." Will suddenly spoke up. "He what?!" You snapped your head over to look over at Eddie who was avoiding your gaze. "Hysterical? Were you trying to make me sound like a mental health patient?" You asked him.

He gave a small shrug. "Well...technically you were, your mental health had memory loss." He said quietly. "Tha-That's not the same!"

"I feel like we just accidentally opened a can of worms for them." Lucas stated. "Yeah, no, shit Sherlock." Dustin replied. "Okay man, just back off, it's your fault that they're arguing anyways." Lucas snapped back. "I didn't do anything, I was just simply trying to clear my good name. Will here was the one who actually spilled the goddamn beans."

"Me? You clearly started it and just left Y/N hanging without a clear answer I-"Will began but cut off by Steve. "Okay guys knock it off. Y/N, Eddie, for the love of God would you guys just actually tell us what's going on?"

You took a deep breath. "I wanted to announce to everyone that I officially have my memories back." Everyone cheered. "And?" Eddie nudged you lightly. "And we are making our marriage legit." Everyone kind of clapped but some of them were a little slow as they all looked at each other in confusion. "I'm sorry did I miss something? Your marriage? When did you guys get married?" Mike asked. "We didn't" You replied. "That's why we are going to make it legit." You responded.

"I think what Mike is trying to say is that the way that you say it implies that you two are somehow already married." Dustin chimed in. "Oh that. Yes, so since you guys didn't already know, while my memory was out Eddie took me in and had me believing he was actually my husband this whole time. When I got my memory back I just decided to go with it. Last night we agreed we want to be actually married to each other legally." You explained.

"I am somehow more confused then I was before." Jeff said suddenly. "Its a really long story. The important thing is that we are getting married." You replied then looked over at Eddie and gave him a smile. "So....that's it?" Dustin asked. "What do you mean, 'ThAt'S iT'?" You asked him confused. "Were you expecting something else?" He shrugged. "Well I don't know I just would have liked something that was more...I don't know...dramatic?" He tried to find the words. Your mouth was wide open. You looked over at Eddie. In your mind you were hoping he'd handle his child before you blew a gasket.

"Man, what are you talking about? They just announced they were getting married." Lucas tried to reason. "She just woke up from a coma literally two months ago!" He exclaimed. "Sure but did anyone really doubt that they were going to end up together?" Dustin asked as if it was obvious.

"Yes!" Everyone exclaimed.

"He married somebody else." Erica reminded him. "Yeah but for only about a week. That hardly counts." He argued. Eddie huffed. "Well little sheep. If its a touch of drama and shock you look for, then don't you worry." You looked over at him confused. There wasn't anything else to tell. "We're also planning to have a baby."

"What?!" Multiple people exclaimed. "If that's supposed to be an April Fools prank it isn't funny." Robin stated. "Eds we haven't really worked the details out on that." You whispered loudly. "What's there to work out? I mean with what happened last night after I kind of-" You rushed to cover his mouth to spare everyone in the room the trauma. "You then plastered a nervous smile as you looked at the group. "Please tell me you're joking." Nancy stated.

"Dustin you just had to push to hear something dramatic didn't you?" Mike asked. "Well how the hell was I supposed to know they were already planning to start a family? I just wanted them to justify calling all of us over to the same place at once when I was in the middle of creating my very detailed practice diaroma of how I wanted to eventually propose to Suzie next year."

"Dustin you have been making that damned diaorama for over a year. Just put us all out of our misery and just propose to her for the love of Mike!" Jeff exclaimed. Mike had a very serious face and looked unamused. "Sorry." Jeff apologized. "Nonsense, it needs to be perfect." Dustin stated. "Well your need for perfection caused all of us some blissful ignorance." Erica sassed. "Well sorry I was unphased by them wanting to get married. So I wanted some entertainment. Sue me."

"You challenged the Dungeon Master. Why would you challenge him like this?"Gareth asked. "Okay guys seriously we are standing right here. We can hear everything you are saying." You decided to state.

"Well yeah, that's the point." Erica replied. You tried to blink away the shock you felt. "I don't see what's so bad about us starting a family." Eddie finally decided to speak up. "Well typically I've seen couples you know not wake up one morning and decide to get married and then have a baby seconds later." Robin chimed in. "But then again I'm not straight so maybe I can't comment on what's normal."

"I'm not straight either and I'm pretty sure this is definitely not normal." Will stated. "We aren't a normal couple though." Eddie replied. "We are anything but normal. It might not make sense to you guys but to us it does." You added.

"Y/N, I think what we are all trying to say is that we really don't want you guys to accidentally hurt each other...again." Nancy tried to reason.

I nodded. "I get it Nance. I honestly appreciate you wanting to look out for us."

"I'm mostly trying to look out for you. I was the one who was there baawling your eyes out because of him. That really wasn't that long ago. As much as I want to believe this is going to work out for the both of you I have my doubts." Nancy admitted. "Maybe you forgot but he was married to someone else merely a few months ago. He only seemed to really care about you when he knew he couldn't control you anymore."

"Hey whoa, no, hold on. What the hell Nancy? What kinda guy do you take me for? I would never want to control her." Eddie stated trying to shut this shit down.

Nance glared at him. "No? Then what do you call over a month of lying to her and making her believe she was married to you? Looked like manipulation to me."

"Where is this coming from all of a sudden? Do you not want to see us happy?" Eddie asked.

"I don't care if you're happy Munson. I care about Y/N being happy. You weren't there to pick up the pieces of her heart that you broke. I don't trust you and I sure as shit don't trust you to be the father of any child." Nancy spat out.

Eddie was speechless. He knew Nancy wasn't his fan. Especially not after you got hurt but he didn't expect this. He was angry. Not entirely angry at her. It was actually more with himself. He was his own enemy. "You're right." Was all he muttered as he walked out of her small office space.

"You see? He is a God damn coward." Nancy pointed out. "What the hell Nancy?" You shot her the dirtiest look at her. "What?" she seemed confused. "Was that really necessary? I know Eddie isn't perfect. He knows he isn't perfect but he has been busting his ass everyday to make up for the pain he caused me. It's not fair for you to just throw it back in his face like that. He would never something like that to you and neither would I." I felt my face getting red with anger. "Eddie and I will get officially married and start a family together whether either of you like it or not."

I began to head towards the door. Then turned back around. "And another thing, Eddie would be an amazing father. He practically raised the Hellfire club like his kids. How fucking dare you imply he would be a shitty father. He knows what it's like to have a shitty father and he is the type of man to do everything in his power to make sure he won't be like his dad. Nance I love you. You're my best friend but if this is how you plan to treat my husband and future father of my children I can't have you around us." With that I made my exit to look for Eddie.

There was deafening silence after you walked out. "I knew I shouldn't have abandoned my diorama for this." Dustin said finally breaking the silence. "I'm going to kill you." Steve said.

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#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson angst

[worldsover]

Triangle ft. Choerry, Olivia Hye

length ✦ 6668

genres ✧ you know what this is because it’s exactly what everything else is; plot-devoid smut; Daddy kink; sloppy double blowjob; titfucking; threesome sex; felching; snowballing; fwb!Yerim & Hyeju

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You thought there were limits to Yerim’s audacity.

Your dick is halfway down her throat and she’s rushing to get the question out, forgetting her words are being cockblocked in a new way.

“Canweples—ghlk... Ahh. C-can we please, please try the thing I talked about?” Yerim stares into your barely-there eyes. She’s prone, her feet up in the air kicking while her head leans against your thigh. One of your hands grasps the sheets while the other grasps her hair. You know exactly what she’s talking about, but after a long lick, at your lack of reply, she continues anyway: “One of my friends really wants to join us. Can she? Please? Pwease? Pwh, glh…”

The question becomes loaded as soon as her throat does. There are only a few people with whom she’s close enough to bring up this very topic of conversation, and you’re pretty sure they’re all members of a certain girl group. One she happily belongs to. And sure, that means she shouldn't be sucking on cock like a lollipop—really, choking on cock like a lollipop, but you're not going to stop her.

In fact, you’d reply with a clarifying question of your own—who exactly?—but you’re almost certain you’d be satisfied with any answer your fuckbuddy would give. So you let go: let go of the sheets, let go of the dark locks of hair, let go of the question, and with a swift gulp from Yerim’s throat, you let go of your climax, making her tummy warm and sticky.

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Already, your balls are full, heavy in their embrace with Hyeju’s distinct lips. There’s the left, pop, in, out; there’s the right, pop, in and out while she sucks like ripe fruit.

You’re not really sure you can quantify the exact difference compared to when Yerim focuses on your sack, but it definitely has to do with Hyeju’s mouth. Something about the shape, like a… no it’s always that. It could be her eagerness, which is new to you. Yerim holds no surprise at the way Hyeju is slurping, however; she has other things to hold—shaft down her throat, gagging, takes focus.

There was all that existence you had between cumming down Yerim’s throat alone and getting ready to cum down her throat again while Hyeju nurtures your testicles. Yet, the time between two orgasms is but a secondary thing, especially when two gorgeous women are venerating the veins of your erection with their mouths.

Wide-eyed, Hyeju looks up at Yerim. Your eyes are wide too: how can someone like Yerim drool and find so much joy in getting their throat filled with cock? Then, you remember how passionate you can get about eating out Yerim’s gorgeous pussy (like last night), and you gain some empathy in her raw hunger. Hyeju learns, watches, listens. Slurpy sloshing from Yerim’s throat, kissy noises whenever pouty lips focus on your tip, rushed yet reluctant sighs for air.

If you had to name one in-between moment (and it barely counts, occurring minutes before the present), it would be what you saw upon opening Yerim’s dorm door. Yerim had her tight blue dress hiked up her shapely hips. No panties. Surprise. On the other side of the couch, Hyeju slouched, her off-the-shoulder crop top pulled down right under her tits, and one of her nipples had a slight sheen. Definitely Yerim’s spit, given how much she drools.

Look right now. Your sack is as sloppy wet as your dick. Hyeju must be finding her mouth open more and more. (She was supposed to be the quiet, lips closed.) It’s awe, or it’s some understanding of Yerim’s lust. Either way, the rest of the saliva on your balls comes from the bubbly trails emanating from the side of Yerim’s mouth as she fucks her face down into your crotch, meeting Hyeju closer with each cock inhalation.

You and Hyeju both moan while Yerim giggles and coos between the gagged sounds from her throat. A blush forms on Hyeju’s cheeks, though she diligently keeps one ball in her mouth before swapping to the other, a back and forth cycle.

Yerim releases you and then slaps your cockhead against her tongue. She shows off the deftness of her pink organ, twirling around the strands of saliva and licking up beads of precum from the tip. Even if the sensation isn’t as utterly overwhelming as her deepthroating, your head still spins every time she adds that delicate touch to your sensitive spots. Your balls twitch, and you notice that Hyeju notices, even with her inexperience, as a crook of a smile appears.

Yerim returns to unflinchingly swallowing your dick whole. She’s already gone as deep as she can go, but each time feels deeper in your mind because of how Hyeju adds her tongue to the mix; its warm tip slides around your sack, jumps at the insistent pokes, then travels up to meet Yerim’s lips at your shaft with every other inhalation.

You wrest control by grabbing Yerim’s hair. It’s the same back and forth you and Yerim share: on even days, she’ll hold you by the hips to keep you still and work her magic at her own pace, and on odd days, you—you skullfuck her; there is no more elegant way to describe the intensity with which you pull Yerim’s head into yourself, showing no regard for her breath, for her throat.

Again, Hyeju is in awe, her brows furrowed as she’s focused on cleaning the gag-drool that leaks down from your cock. 

While resting her lips on the side of your shaft, Yerim pats Hyeju’s head. “You know what to call him. It’s so, mm, obvious what he wants from us. It’s what I call him, and he loves it. But more importantly…” Yerim gazes at Hyeju in anticipation.

“It’s, it’s what I want. So take what you want.” Hyeju, when focused, is the most seductive being on the planet, sharp eyes cutting into you soul-deep. “Give us your cum. Daddy.”

Yerim is back with a giddy smile and a cute clap. “There we go.”

You’re not far from fulfilling Hyeju’s extremely reasonable request. Hyeju and Yerim can feel it, the way your testicles twitch, the way your shaft shifts; they can hear it by your increasing groans, your strained exhales; they can see it in your unseeing, your eyelids clamping tight in the muscle-clenching fires of pleasure. But for all the warnings of your incoming eruption, you have to restrain yourself. They’re going to have to take you kicking and screaming out of heaven.

With a pout on your cock, Yerim hums. “Daaddyy, aren’t you gonna cum yet? Pleeease? I’m ghnna be a ggfhd grl and—” And the pout disappears like your length in her throat.

“Yeaah.” Audibly slick pops from Hyeju’s mouth taking each ball in and out. “I reeewwy, really wanna taste what’s inside of…” You presume Hyeju means the testicle she’s greedily sucking on, the cum aching to escape, though the truth is lost to her lust.

You can tell Yerim is more experienced because, despite her intense attention to her oral ministrations, she is already multitasking. A hand between her legs, the other slides Hyeju’s tank top further down to her tight midriff. Her tits, in the open, perfectly to play with. As the piddliest puddle forms on your living room floor underneath Yerim’s thighs, she massages and manipulates each of Hyeju’s breasts like a fun toy. For all intents and purposes, Yerim is already nude herself with that blue dress bunched up around her waist. Yet, it's clear that she's done with clothing now, sliding out from her singular article, a—

"Hngh!" As blue decorates the floor, Hyeju’s bright skin turns red. Her hand pressing down into your thigh feels warm; that’s why she’s sighing so much, all from the heat of the ordeal.

You reciprocate that heat outward, sweat dripping down despite the cool air of your home. Hyeju explores more with her hands: she grabs at her breast, the one that isn’t being squished by Yerim, then feels your muscles from your abs, up your sides, to your arms. She looks between Yerim and you with pretty doe eyes. You almost remember she’s an idol, and this is the kind of look she gives her fans. Then you realize your balls are in her mouth and you forget everything about her. Her gaze is almost makes you also forget that your deepthroated cock is ready to explode into Yerim’s mouth any second.

She release your shaft from her throat to say: “Ohhh, you’re gonna cum soon, Daddy? Just let it out, cum for us, Daddy, please.”

Yerim tilts her head forward, jaw slack, lips parted by your cockhead, as your hot seed shoots down her throat. It hits the back of her throat, and she swallows reflexively. Her tongue swirls around your shaft, and then she pulls away to flick her tongue along its length, sending shivers down your spine. Once you’re all clean, she joins Hyeju in worshiping your balls, massaging them with her soft lips until you are nearly squirming off the couch with your last drops of seed—last only for the moment.

Hyeju is still stroking herself with her fingers at the foot of the couch, and your erection is maintained at the sight. She reaches for her shirt and pulls it up over her head so that while one hand rubs her clit, the other curls around her tit. It's a majestic picture, how her digits dig and squeeze into the flesh. You'd do the same, but you have more in mind: you need to fuck those perfect tits. WIthout any thought, your cock is already pointed at the perfect cleavage between her tits. Copying Yerim’s habits, Hyeju drools on your shaft, coating it in strands of saliva. Any flushed embarrassment on her face is gone; she's submitted to the fiery pleasure of the moment.

At once, Hyeju grabs your cock and aligns it between her breasts. The soft flesh engulfing your length makes you flutter, goosebumps up your arm. Your length slides up and down, spreading spit along Hyeju's tits, and it leaks down her midriff. Yerim provides kisses all around with her plump lips, giving a tickle to Hyeju’s side before worshiping your ballsack. Never a minute goes by without your testicles being sucked.

"Daddy!" Hyeju whines while she bounces up and down. The word Daddy truly spills from Hyeju's mouth without any shame, or how could there be shame in such a lecherous rasp, the begging eyes flashing between your rapt gaze and your dripping tip. 

When she squeezes her arms together to constrict your cock, you notice your arms feeling too stiff as they rest at your sides. So you place a hand behind her head. However, there’s no need to even nudge Hyeju to move; you’re only raking your fingers through her long hair.

She gets into the rhythm of sliding up, down, sticking her tongue out to poke at your tip, to lick up the drops of semen from your slit. "Your cock looks so yummy between my tits. I just wanna suck on it some more."

Yerim interjects from underneath as she gives Hyeju's right breast a rough smack with a palm. "Hey, that's not fair! You already helped drain Daddy of cum with your lips. Just be a good girl and worship Daddy's cock with your tits, okay?"

You never expected to see Hyeju pout for your cock, but there those lips go, letting drool slide from the corner. "Hmph, fine." That "hmph" is accentuated with a further tightening of her arms, making her boobs feel like they were molded for you, predestined to wrap around your length. It’s a trapped fate long sought by you, ever since you started hooking up with Yerim. While you’ve had your share of fun with Yerim’s adorable handfuls—massaging, tasting, slapping (with hands and shaft)—Hyeju completely cocooning your cock is a novel thrill you’ll forever savor.

So, when you try to move an inch, you don’t even notice how close you are to your peak. One pump of your dick into Hyeju's tits, and your next orgasm suddenly arrives—an eruption with no tremors. Hyeju's chest, her pretty face, her needy lips, everything is covered with hot sticky seed. Your balls are tightening, your breaths gasping in spurts, your cock pulsing in tandem with your heartbeats. 

"Ohhh, yesss, Daddy~" Hyeju coos as she bounces faster, coaxes out your load. Underneath you, Yerim happily lets the spasmic spurts of cum fall on her and licks up the mess. Apparently, it’s not enough of a mess: with a firm grip, she pulls your dick away from Hyeju’s paradisiacal softness to jerk you empty. She taps your cock against her tongue, then her cheeks, before her lips goes straight to your sore and sensitive tip.

"Daddy's cock, mmm." Yerim moans against your cockhead. Her breath is hot and wet on your cock; you feel it all the way to the root of your shaft. "Daddy, I'm gonna get to have you all to myself." 

She licks around the head, and then she takes a big, warm breath through her nose, inhaling all of you in one slow breath. Her lips part with the intake of air, and then her tongue dives right down, licking the underside of your shaft. Your hips jerk uncontrollably and you groan, pushing forward to force Yerim's mouth further down.

Yerim sucks harder, deeper, and moans around your length. "Nngh, I can't believe you're still so hard Daddy. I love sucking your cock, but we have so much more to do." 

Finally, she lets your dick free. Yerim makes a good point: how are you still erect? It must be the incredibly erotic situation, or maybe you turned into an Olympian overnight. Either way, you get off the couch and let the two girls get on. With her tongue, Yerim cleans the rest of your cum off of Hyeju and the two of them share the load, moaning and humming like it's the most delicious dessert they could get their hands on. Hyeju ends up on all fours above Yerim lying down on the sofa.

"Daddy's cum tastes so good," Hyeju says, sticking her tongue out and letting some drip back into Yerim's mouth. "I get why you're so addicted."

"Mhm." Yerim nods. She pushes Hyeju off, pauses, then looks at you. "So who do you think is more of a slut, Daddy? Because obviously you knooow how much I need good dick all the time. But have you seen Hyeju?"

Scratch your head. You can barely think, let alone answer her question. "Uh."

"Daddy," Hyeju interrupts. "C-can you eat me out first?"

"Of course, baby girl."

Yerim smiles. "Ooh. That means... one free Daddy dick for me!"

After a lot of trying to make positions work in your living room—the couch is too small; maybe you could contort Hyeju on your dining table while you're sitting on a chair, but then Yerim is sitting, so that doesn't work—the three of you decide to just walk to the bedroom, where there's a bed and space and that's what you should've done all along, oh well.

Once you're finally in the bedroom, you lay Hyeju down on her back and get rid of the pesky shorts and underwear she's been wearing since the night started. A kiss her cheek, then her neck, then down her collarbones. A gasp from Hyeju for each peck. You kiss around her navel, and she squirms under your touch. When your lips are pressed against the soft patch of hair between her legs, she's practically purring. You never thought about how she'd be trimmed, but considering the skimpy outfits they wear sometimes, you realize how much it makes sense. Now, the image of ripping off one of her stage outfits sticks in your mind, but you're pulled back into Earth by Hyeju with a hand in your hair.

You kiss her pussy, and she bites her lip in anticipation. Yerim leans down to watch, and the girls both moan at your attention. 

"I want Daddy to eat me out." Hyeju is writhing in need to press her crotch into you while her fingers dig into your shoulders. 

Still, you take your time. Lick slowly from top to bottom, and let her enjoy the sensations. You feel her thighs tense up, and her hips rise. Your tongue flicks over the outer lips, her clit, and her inner walls twitch.

Hyeju is so wet; her juices are flowing, and her scent fills your nose. "Daddy..." Hyeju pants, her voice hoarse. "D-don't be gentle."

There is no want nor need to be gentle. This woman is so hot, and she feels amazing beneath your tongue. You want to extract every possible reaction, every particle of pleasure from Hyeju.

Yerim wants the same. You've never seen this look on her face. Of course, she's the sweetest girl you know, but you know how she gets when she's horny and she's deprived of dick for two seconds. Right now, she's positively feral. She's biting her lower lip, grinding against Hyeju's thigh. And then, she's reaching behind Hyeju to grab your head. She presses her lips against yours and sucks your tongue, then she releases it only long enough for her to say, "Goddammit. Why does Hyeju's pussy taste so good?"

"Daddy, can you keep... keep going?"

It's not a question, no matter how sweet Hyeju's voice can make it seem. It's a demand. So you obey, and you devour Hyeju. You pull back—only a bit, half an inch, still able to feel the heat radiating from her pussy—and then you dive in again, plunging your tongue deep into her folds.

"But Daddy," Yerim says, adding this cute little whine to her voice, "my pussy is so neeedy. Like, it needs your cock to split it open. Just because you're eating Hyeju out doesn't mean you can't fuck me silly too, right?"

You pull yourself out from between Hyeju's thighs for a moment. "Right." 

Once again, the three of you fumble around trying to find a position where you can fuck Yerim's pussy senseless while devouring Hyeju's cunt and tasting every drop; this time, at least, you have much more space to work with. Finally, you settle on a basic shape: the triangle. Its structural strength isn’t about physics, but rather logistics: You, Yerim, and Hyeju can all lie on your sides and pleasure each other. Hyeju and Yerim have already started making out, so it's up to you to position yourself. Luckily, it's not too hard, and you find your head between Hyeju’s thick thighs and Yerim's legs wrapped around your waist.

The two girls look down at you with smirks. They can tell what your cock has to say from the stiffening. 

"Fuck me hard, Daddy~" Yerim whispers to you. "Make me squirm."

"Of course, darling," you reply. Your hands are free so you hold them up and rub them across Hyeju's ass and her cheeks. She's panting with arousal which also comes through her thighs in quivers and heat and sweat.

“Please, please, I need your mouth so bad.” Hyeju whimpers, her hips pushing downward until her pussy is right in your face, warm and wet.

As your lips seal against Hyeju, in one quick movement, your hips thrust forward and sink into Yerim's wet folds. Your entire cock is buried deep within Yerim's juicy, dripping pussy; your tongue is deep inside Hyeju's pussy, lapping up the sweetest nectar you've ever tasted; and your hands are pressed up against Hyeju's ass to push her down into your face and tongue. Yerim's eyes roll back a bit as her hands grasp at your shoulders, her legs wrapping around your hips, and Hyeju's legs do the same thing with your head. You're locked in the best trap possible.

Heat radiates from Yerim’s insides, so warm that it nearly burns. Every little twitch and quiver of her pussy sends shockwaves through your throbbing shaft and causes you to shudder from the pleasure. Right now, it's impossible to compare the two women—both of them are blowing your mind. So you do your best to keep up. You suck Hyeju's clit harder and faster, plunging your tongue into her depths, and you squeeze her buttcheeks even tighter.

"Fuck, Daddy!" Yerim exclaims. "Your cock—ahh—your cock, d-don't stop, please?"

"I'm not stopping, baby girl. I'm just getting started."

"Mmm~" You can hear the smile in her voice. Her hands tighten on your shoulders, then loosen. "Oh god, Daddy, I'm gonna—"

With a growl, you pull back and plunge into her again, and this time you stay put. On the few occasions you get to breathe air instead of Hyeju's pussy juices, you can see Hyeju sucking on Yerim's neck. You can tell by the way Yerim is squirming that she wants to cum on your cock so badly. All of your hard work isn't going to go to waste—she's gonna finish, no matter what. Even though it might seem cruel to make her wait, you want this one to be the most intense climax of her life.

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, pleeease." Yerim has never begged this much in her life. You've teased her before, sure, but the fire of lust has completely consumed her. She sounds like she’s crying out in need of her orgasm.

"I'm gonna c-cum so hard... I'm going to cum in you. Fuck, I'm sorry, Hyeju." You know the girl doesn’t want you to stop eating her out, but all you can think about is putting a creampie in Yerim (even if you’ve done that plenty before).

You sit up, wiping your mouth, and with one look, Yerim knows exactly what to do—hands and knees. Hyeju pouts again, but when she sees you gripping Yerim's wide hips for dear life, she looks less distraught, more in awe at the raw strength. Yerim's mouth opens when you begin pounding your cock in her tiny hole. The sounds of your balls slapping against her clit and her loud groans fill the room.

In and out, each penetration is its own dramatic event of force. Yerim's moans turn into loud cries. You're fucking her with all you've got—and when Yerim trembles, you know exactly what’s coming next. Hot, imminent, like lava bubbling toward the surface. It’s coming through her whole body, but especially her thighs jiggling; it’s coming through her cunt, soaking your length. She pushes down onto your cock, desperate for release.

"Daddy!" She moans into the pillow as she grips the headboard for support as if she was about to faint into them—and then she does just that as she cums on top of you at full speed, and you follow suit.

Your body shudders, and your balls pump out their load into Yerim's depths. Yerim's pussy squirts and leaks around your cock like a broken faucet, and you're the one to break it. You squeeze her ass, and she cries out again, her thighs clenching as she rides out her orgasm.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming, Daddy, I'm c-cum—" Yerim whimpers as orgasms ripple through both of your bodies one after another like waves crashing against rocks on a shoreline just before a tsunami hits it—waves that make a mess of everything in their wake before disappearing completely without leaving anything behind but sand, an unknowable, uncountable number of grains of bliss. However, the only things material left behind are all that thick seed in Yerim’s womb, trickling, flooding, and all that messy squirt on your sheets.

When it's over...

Hyeju is still there waiting. Jealousy and need and above-all-else lust are painted on her face—crumpled brows, pursed lips, red cheeks, but most of all, smoky eyes that stare at your dick, noticing that—"You're still so hard Daddy. Oh my god, I know I felt how full your balls were in my mouth but oh my god, I need it in me right now, please?"

You pull your cock out of Yerim's creampied hole, a familiar sight but nonetheless pleasant to see. "Of course." You stroke yourself until you're ready for another round—doesn’t take too long. "Fuck, you're so sexy. I know you're gonna get the biggest load out of me."

Hyeju looks up at you with those big eyes of hers that always seem so innocent even when they're turned on like they are right now. She lays on the mattress, staring at your dick. "I've never had a dick like that inside of me. I can't believe that fit inside of you Yerim."

"I know," Yerim says with a smirk. She's still dazed from her orgasm, prone on the bed letting your cum leak out onto the sheets—again, you're used to the sight (and you're used to the cleanup too), yet still you revel in the naughtiness of creampieing a gorgeous idol like her. "You just have to let it stretch you out."

Hyeju bites her lip and spreads her legs. She sighs deeply. "Daddy, please... again, don't be gentle. I'm your little cocksleeve, okay?"

Aligning your shaft with her slit, you nod. "Of course. I would never with such perfect body."

Your hands leave their position around Hyeju's hips and move up to grip either side of her face. Push forward with all of your might, and you’re surprised your head slips through her folds with ease (but it helps that she wants it that bad). Your cock is so big that it takes a few seconds before she feels even half of its size inside of her; then, you slip further, and somehow, it’s tighter than any pussy has ever been before. It's nothing like Yerim—Yerim was snug and squirty but not this tight; Hyeju is tight enough that it feels unnatural in the best way for your cock to fit inside of her, tight enough that it feels like vacuum suction pulling you because there’s nowhere to go but inward. Therefore, inward you go, her pussy lips sinking down until they’re completely stuffed, until you two are wholly attached.

In this missionary position, you're so close to Hyeju that you can only see her face (and feel her tits pushing against your chest). So it surprises you, when you feel lips on your neck—Yerim and that damned oral fixation, always needing to do something with her mouth. You don't mind though; it only spurs you on as you begin to slide your dick back out. Then, another deep thrust into Hyeju’s hole. She cries out when she feels herself being stretched out again by every inch of its length before it disappears once more. Despite that tightness, you see stress on her face: it’s emptiness, the same kind that Yerim feels when you’re not railing her every second. You can tell that Hyeju never she gets used to the sensation—she makes this sexy little noise when she feels herself being filled again, and empty again, then filled again, empty again, filled and...

Yerim moans while she fingers her own cream-filled cunt, digging some of your seed deeper as it seeps out from her pussy lips. "Fuck. Hyeju must feel so good, Daddy. I had trouble getting my fingers in that little hole. How are you fucking her this hard?"

Well, Hyeju did ask to be your little cocksleeve. You'd never admit it aloud, but even if she is as enthusiastic as ever, you know that Yerim is a lot easier to handle—that's the sort of thing that comes with experience. The way that Hyeju squirms under you, still getting used to the shape of your cock, that's what drives you to fuck harder. You're not just trying to give her an orgasm or two anymore; you're aiming to blow your load into her womb while she's fucked absolutely brainless, her eyes devoid of anything but the feeling of your dick inside her. So the more you pump your shaft into Hyeju, the more pleasure you add: your hands go from her tits to her neck.

"Ooh, Daddy, are you gonna choke her? Slap her? You should," Yerim says. "She's practically begging for it with her eyes."

You growl, and Hyeju’s posture becomes smaller, her head folding, her ears red—you’ve seen that one before.

"You're right." With one hand tightening fingers around her tender neck, you raise your other hand. You give Hyeju an intentful gaze and she nods. So you do it—smack—and the sound of the slap fills the room. Her cunt clenches, hard.

"Yes!" Hyeju cries out as you smack her again, on the other cheek, and again, one on her left breast, and again, one on her right. It's not just a flush borne out of coyness or lust anymore; it's a mark that you leave, and that mark looks so right on her tits. You can tell Hyeju agrees: she's fucking herself into you as best as she can, and you reciprocate this feedback loop. She also has her hands on her own boobs, massaging the supple flesh and pinching the hardening nubs.

Yerim joins in on the fun, adding a hand to knead too. "God, your tits are so amazing, Hyeju."

"Th-thank you."

You'll always be surprised at any timidity that comes out of Hyeju's lips, whether it's because she's so used to being confident on stage, or because it seems she's lost any sense of shame, taking your cock proudly and happily. Either way, it works for you—you love seeing her act shy sometimes. It makes you want to tease her further and drive home that she's yours.

But you don't have much time to indulge yourself with thoughts of teasing Hyeju, because Yerim grabs your dick mid-thrust. "I'm sorry Hyeju, but I neeeed more of Daddy's cock." She lies next to Hyeju and stuffs your cock into her already-used pussy.

Hyeju can barely react, and you aren't sure if that's a good thing or not. You've had a plethora of good things anyway, so you don't mind sliding back into Yerim's luscious hole. It's so sloppy with her juices and your cum, but that doesn't matter. You're going to fuck her brains out regardless.

Yerim is your greatest temptation, addiction. When you think about it, it's true: you've gotten off to her, with her, more times than anyone else, even more than you have alone. There are plenty of girls who you find attractive—for example, all the other members of LOONA—but none of them turn you on quite like Yerim does. It helps that she's the one you get to fuck on a daily basis. So even if Hyeju might have the tightest pussy you've ever had, you gladly piston inside of Yerim as if there's no tomorrow. But before Hyeju can even realize it, you're back to fucking her too. It's a difficult, dangerous charade to play, but you go back and forth, left and right between the two women. One moment, you're pounding your throttlehold-tight cocksleeve, watching her tits bounce around; the next, you're indulging in your cock-addicted slut, watching her legs jerk with every lunge. It's perfection, the amalgamation of bliss, the way your dick never strays too far from the tight warmth of Hyeju or Yerim.

As you pound away at each woman, you notice that Yerim is starting to look worn down. She's moaning less, her eyes rolling up in ecstasy as you continue to fuck her. She's still got that cute little smile on her face, but it's not as bright. Maybe she's tired from the night before (when you ate her out even though she was sweaty from dance practice), or maybe she’s had too many orgasms today. Whatever it is, you know that Yerim won't be able to keep up with Hyeju's boundless stamina. It's incredible that through your relentless pumping—the sticky sweat, the musky smell, and the heat of the room—Hyeju can still bring one hand down to play with her clit while the other keeps a firm hold of your balls.

That's when you decide to take matters into your own hands. Your resolve to wear Hyeju down returns. Bring her down to her most primal state, to a melting pile of flesh and jumpy nerves. Without warning, you stop your reckless alternating pattern by pulling out of Yerim's pussy. You sit back against your headboard, the two girls in a daze, then grab Hyeju by the hair from behind, sitting her petite yet juicy ass on your lap. Nectar from her pussy soaks down into your crotch as your hands squeeze her thin waist tighter. Her hips slide back and forth in need—after all, your cock is not yet inside and she looks back and she just wants it inside more than anything else. You slide up to her chest, left hand and right hand both cupping a breast, and pull her so that her back is against your chest. Then, finally, you plunge inside of her.

It's a funny thing, how your dick can be slotted inside the most snug pussy you've ever felt, but all you can watch is Yerim drooling.

"Ooh... yesss." Hyeju moans as you push into her. "Oh fuck, Daddy. I love being filled, love, love being your fuckdoll."

You push into her as hard as possible until she screams. Again, you just see Yerim with her tongue drooping out of her mouth sloppily.

Turns out that your focus is warranted. Yerim lunges forward. Not only do you get the sensation of Hyeju's tight cunt around your dick, but you also get the sensation of Yerim's lips on your ear, sucking on your lobe. After that, you get to watch her indulge in Hyeju’s chest, and this is where the spit really begins. When Yerim has had enough time with her face in Hyeju's cleavage, she starts to focus on those taut nipples, moistening them until they're covered in spit, the same as when you first started the night.

"You're such a good girl for Daddy," Yerim says, looking up at Hyeju sweetly. You can feel Hyeju tightening up around your shaft, and it drives you to thrust into the girl in your lap harder. "Your tits taste so good. They're made to be milked."

Yerim emphasizes with a squeeze of her hand around the breast to which her mouth is latched. "Th... thank you."

"You think when Daddy pumps you full of cum, you can really get some milk out of there?"

Such a small whine out of Hyeju's lips for an even bigger reaction, her body shaking and trembling.

"Wow, that gets you going, huh?" Yerim can't lay off the teasing tone, as much as she can lay off Hyeju's tits. "That's right, baby girl. Daddy's gonna turn your womb into a sticky mess just like me, so the next time you cum all over his cock, your pretty tits can spray all that yummy milk."

"Fuuck," Hyeju says with a shiver coursing her nerves.

Your arms are tight around Hyeju now, and you're hitting her deepest parts, as fast as you can, provoked by Yerim's words. Though you creampie her plenty, this isn't the sort of thing Yerim usually indulges in. But it's clear now, by every needy motion of Hyeju, this is something they've been talking about, something she's been wanting for a long time.

Yerim smirks. Once she's done with the succulent meal of Hyeju's boobs, she leans down, tracing a path with her tongue down Hyeju's midriff. Hyeju wants to giggle, but there's barely any breath in her. Truthfully, the same goes for you, after all this bouncing. The only reason you have any energy left in you is because Yerim is determined to make you cum more than you ever have, sending whatever seed you have left inside of Hyeju—she does this by using that hungry mouth for one last lewd act: licking your dick and your ballsack whenever Hyeju is lifted off your body. 

And truly, Hyeju is barely able to move on her own volition, barely able to sigh out her pleasure through her fatigued lungs. Grab her chin to make her look back at you, and you see that you’ve done it. Her eyes are empty, white as her pupils roll back, her mouth unabashedly open. She’s nothing more than her fit figure in your hands, her reflexes of her cunt clenching on your dick, a small and tight toy.

Despite the slower pace, it’s only for a brief second that Yerim gets the swipes of her tongue in; however, it's enough for Yerim to clean the cream of Hyeju's pussy off your cock, to make your muscles tense, to nurture Hyeju's clit. In search of your orgasms, Yerim's lips do not quit sucking and puckering and kissing the filthy connection between you and Hyeju. It's persistent; it's salacious—

It's the audacity of it that makes you come. You feel your balls tighten, your shaft throbs, and you let out a groan of pleasure, the first of many. Hyeju can't hide from the bliss striking her body either, and she lets out a big gasp of surprise. You're just as surprised. How many orgasms have you had today? Yet, you're turning Hyeju's pussy into an overflowing receptacle for your seed, a pulsating, gripping thing. Any of your cum that flows out from her cunt onto your cock, Yerim makes sure none of it goes to waste. Persistent licks turn her tongue into the same sticky mess as Hyeju's womb, a perfect cum-slurping tool, her saliva making it easy to coat the entire length of your shaft with your creamy load. And these two girls are going on stage the next morning with smiles on their faces, as if they weren't wringing a man dry and being wrung dry themselves.

As you pull out of Hyeju's pussy, your shaft still glistens with spit. Yerim gives a kiss on the tip as if to say, "Thank you, Daddy." You’re not sure what kind of thanks it is when Yerim purses her lips around Hyeju’s labia and sucks out the cum from Hyeju, but it’s almost enough to stiffen your dick again—you’ve never been so sore in your life; it’s time to end the night.

Hyeju gives her own gratitude with a lengthy kiss on your neck as her legs writhe around Yerim’s head. When you look up, both women smile at each other, their eyes filled with satisfaction, and then that smile becomes pecks, and of course they’re so slutty that they’re sharing your creampie, swapping cum from Hyeju’s cunt along with their spit. How can you live life normally knowing this image will forever be embedded in your head?

"Fuck, you two are incredible," you murmur. After making sticky spitty bridges and twisting tongues, Hyeju and Yerim finally get a chance to breathe.

"You're the best, Daddy. We really need to do this again," Hyeju replies, and Yerim gives a nod before jumping on you with a hug. Hyeju grabs onto your arm too, and the three of you fall asleep together in ocean floor depths of sleep.

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AFF, AO3

i exist in swirling plotless voids

maybe i did write a good portion of this using AI, who knows

#kpop smut #loona smut #male reader #reader insert #title tracks

[lovesickfoolwp]

all too well — conrad fisher

pairing : conrad fisher x fem!reader

warning : talking about cancer.

summary : they say all's well that ends well, but you're in a new hell every time he double-crosses your mind.

word count : 1,7 k

after leaving cousin beach last summer, you promised yourself to forget him. starting with the first thing about him that caught your attention, which was his smile, and ending with the way his face would relax in the very rare moments, giving you total peace.

conrad fisher was never going to love you the way you loved him and you had already come to terms with that.

in your hometown, it was easy to forget about him, spending your time in the presence of other boys and always finding something to keep you busy.

but everything went to hell the moment when, back in cousins beach, standing on the beach with belly, your best friend, you heard his name after almost a year.

"conrad quit football."

your best friend's voice was suddenly heard, opening the delicate topic that wore his name out of nowhere, and everything around you stopped.

seeing you didn't react in any way, belly turned to you studying the way your breathing had become faster and asking "did you know that?"

you cleared your throat and shook your head, adding a "how was i supposed to know?" barely audible.

belly realized her mistake and sighed, placing her palm over your knee in a way that tried to comfort you.

"sorry, i shouldn't have brought it up. it's my fault."

naturally she knew everything that had happened between you and conrad, the mixed signals you got from the boy, but for a second she thought you would want to know. because before the sympathy you had for him, you were the only person he always trusted.

"no,” you said firmly and stood up, letting belly's palm slide back down beside her. "you are right." you added, though you didn't know what you were agreeing with. after all, belly hadn't suggested anything out loud. "i'm going to go talk to him right now."

a small smile appeared on the girl's face at the sight of your determination. and yet, that smile was a sad one. she didn't want you to end up hurt again.

"he's in the living room." she said with a dose, unnoticeable by you, of insecurity.

you nodded and with quick steps you followed the path from the beach, at the back of their house, to their living room.

when you walked into the living room, your heart skipped a beat when you saw him. he wasn't doing anything extraordinary, he was just on the couch playing a video game, but to see him again after all this time... let's just say that wasn't easy for you at all.

"um, hi." you cleared your throat for the second time that day, feeling your mouth a little dry from the emotions, and his gaze immediately turned to you. for a moment, after the way he looked at you with wide eyes, you started to believe again that maybe there is still a chance for your feelings to be mutual.

he didn't say anything, continuing to look you up and down, so you worked up the courage to go around the couch and take a seat next to him, but looking at the ground. still at a considerable distance, you thought.

you couldn't keep that silence because that would have been twice as awkward, so you sighed softly, just to yourself, hoping he didn't hear, and when you looked up at him and met his blue eyes... "belly told me about football." your words were quick, in such a short sentence, because you felt swallowed by the ocean of his gaze.

"i don't really want to talk about that." was the first thing he said to you since you entered the room. so conrad. following that he only then paused the game and left the console on the coffee table in front of the both of you.

"c'mon, con, you know you can talk to me about anything."

that was all true. you were the only one who knew how to put only a certain amount of pressure on him, enough for him to talk about what was bothering him.

so when he bent his head down, as he always did to gather the courage to speak, you knew you were going to get your answer.

shortly, he raised his head, meeting his blue gaze with yours again, saying "dad cheated on mom. they will divorce soon."

he rarely managed to talk about the problems he had, either with you or with laurel, belly's mother and his mother's best friend, but he always did so in short sentences. he knew no other way.

however, then you understood the reason why he gave up football because, first of all, football was not even his passion, but his father's. since childhood, for him and jeremiah, their father was some kind of superhero. and now, you were sure that with him cheating, all this impression disappeared. now his father was just a disappointment. conrad no longer wanted to practice something that would've made him proud, not when he let him down.

"and that's not all." he continued, before you could say anything. "mom's sick again."

that captured all your attention and made your heart break. "w-what do you mean she's sick again?"

if you, being only a family friend due to your friendship with belly, were affected and you felt tears forming in the corner of your eyes, you didn't want to know what conrad felt. or jeremiah. or belly and steven.

oh god, you suddenly thought. do they even know?

he shrugged, trying to keep his emotions in check. "i don't know the details. i found out by accidentally seeing an email on her account."

"jeremiah knows?" you asked him, the first thing that came to mind, swallowing hard.

"no. nobody else knows that i know."

in a second, without thinking ahead, you got closer to him and placed your hands on his cheeks, holding him close to you. that gesture of affection made him crack, and then you could see the tears in his eyes. the ocean in his eyes was now stormy.

"have you thought about talking to susannah about this?"

you looked at him like he was made of porcelain and would shatter at any moment, which although it bothered him for a second because he didn't want anyone's pity, it evaporated when he remembered it that person was you. and you were just worried about him.

"no." he murmured.

"ok." you said and pulled your hands back, realizing what you had done and started to lean back a little, but his hands rested on your waist making you stop and look up at him uncertainly. but he no longer had any expression on his face.

he ran his hands along your waist in an anxious gesture as he spoke. "i don't have the courage to talk to her about it. surely she had a good reason for not telling us yet. i trust her."

you only nodded as it was too hard for you to speak when his hands were on you, and when you tried to push them away by placing your hands over his, he spoke again.

"i'm aware of the way i treated you last summer, and i'm extremely sorry, y/n. i was already starting to suspect my father's behavior and it drove me insane. i know this doesn't justify much, but you," he removed a hand from your waist, only to caress your cheek with his thumb. "you know that i always shut myself up when something happens."

you nodded once again and started to tear up and he wiped your tear away with his finger. you also put your hand over his hand that had caressed your cheek with, and you pulled away. "i can't do this. not again. not when your mom is in this situation. i would be selfish."

if you pulled away, then he also pulled away his hands, feeling guilty that you cry and think that you could be selfish because of him.

"don't you think she would like to see us happy?"

you forced your tears back and asked him, though you didn't recognize your own voice. "are you just doing this because it would make her happy to see you with a girl and it just happened to be me?"

"what?" his voice was heard before he pieced together what you had just asked him. "no, y/n. i always liked you. i just wasn't able to admit it."

"why now?" you asked him again, wrapping your arms around your body, feeling small in this situation.

"what?"

"why now? after you told me all this?"

he didn't know exactly either. it took him a few minutes to resume your conversation from that moment and to think why he spoke just then and not before. minutes that seemed like hell to you.

meanwhile, you left your arms by your side, just waiting.

"because talking about my mother's illness made me realize how short life is, y/n. and i don't want to waste any more time admitting it. time when we could have both been happy instead of both suffering because i'm not mature enough to deal with feelings, which yes, they are difficult to manage, but not impossible." this time he was the one who approached you, and took your hands in his. "i don't want to lose you too, y/n."

the tears appeared again when he mentioned that he didn't want to lose you too, as if he was sure that he was going to lose his mother to cancer.

"you won't lose her, con. neither her, nor me."

your voice was barely audible, but he heard you.

"we just don't know that." he said, just as low as you.

at that moment, all you could be able to do was wrap your arms tightly around his neck. you didn't want to let him go and leave him alone in this situation.

in response, he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and you heard his breathing calm in your arms. that rare thing you adored about him. to see him at peace.

you didn't know how conrad would handle the situation in the future, but you knew that this time you wouldn't run away from him and your feelings. because he had admitted to you what you always wanted to hear.

you had a reason to stay.

#tsitp #the summer i turned pretty #the summer i turned pretty imagine #conrad fisher #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher x y/n #conrad fisher angst #conrad fisher fluff #team conrad #tsitp x reader

[serene-sun]

𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝕭𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖓 🏳️‍⚧️

Pairing: Swiss x trans OC

Warnings: crying, self doubt, coming out, trans topics

Word count: 1k

Summary: tonight’s show in Berlin ends up taking some wheight off of their chest.

A/n: completely inspired by today's pic of Swiss with the trans flag!

“Ha!” Swiss squeaked, throwing his guitar pick into the sea of waving and cheating fans.

I come up behind him, sneaking up to scare him. 

The lights are loud, and everyone seems so happy. I love this, this after-ritual feeling. Its been a great night, no mess-ups and no difficulties.

“Boo!” I pounce onto the ghoul from behind, attaching to his back as he stumbles forward.

“Oh, you scared me!” He breathlessly says

“Haha, sorry, couldn't help it!” I laugh, feeling him smile as I get off him.

“Oh, look we're about to do final bows.” Swiss direct my attention to the other ghouls lining up with Papa.

“Oh yeah,” I say, grabbing his hand and prancing over there with the jolly ghoul.

It has been only a few months since I was summoned, apparently, they needed backup and extra bass. Since the moment they searched for my element mark, and found that my summoning was very difficult, they have always checked in on me daily. I grew very close to Swiss, as he was after all the first ghoul I laid eyes upon. I never got too close to get intimate or physical, I was always fearful they would find things they didn't like. One was that I had in fact, not been born a guy. Another is that I had several scars from the times that I had lived. I assumed they knew, but when they never said anything and went on like I was normal…I couldn't bring myself to let them down. 

They all assumed I was normal.

Some bright colors catch my attention, my eyes latch onto the flag that Swiss was holding.

Swiss tries to take my hand, I stand between him and Phantom.

“Hey, you ok?” Swiss can tell something is off.

“Yeah, yeah, what's that?” I already know that the flag he's holding is that of the trans community, but I double-check, I also don't want to bring it up myself.

“Oh, this? A fan threw it on stage, it's the trans flag, probably because it's pride month ya know?” Swiss finishes, and yet my eyes can't decide if I should look at his pretty eyes shining through the mask or the flag that felt like it hated me. 

After we bow, we all head back to the dressing rooms. A bunch of gasps of relief echoes down the hallway as tails fly out of pants, and strangled hood masks come off of sweaty hair and messed up black-out makeup. 

“Hey, you sure your ok? You were shaking pretty bad, and that wasn't adrenaline shakes haha.” Swiss gives an honest smile, making sure I was ok for the 2nd time that day. 

I comb through my hair with my fingers, the glamour fading as small claws appear. I wince at occasional knots and tangles within the long black curls.

“Yeah… it's nothing.” I try my hardest to give a fake smile, but it fades away as soon as his eyes leave mine.

It's not like I hated the way I was, it's just that I never wanted it to become my personality. So I completely stopped saying it, letting the choice of having pride in it go. It's not like I hated the flag either, it just felt like being so close to it, was making it closer to them figuring out the obvious thing about me.

“Here, come with me.’ Swiss takes my hand again, I now notice how sweaty it is, but I follow him as he guides me down to the dressing room that he shared with Rain, Phantom, and myself.

“You started acting weird when you saw the flag, Are you sure you're ok? Don't lie, I know it was more than nerves.” Swiss pulls me into the room and turns the lights on.

I start to panic, my chest feels tight, my hands feel numb and my face feels hot.

I start to pick at my nails with my other hand, bringing them together at my waist. 

Everything I want to say, I swallow.

“Nothin.” I say Brittle

“If you feel nothing, then why are you shaking?” Swiss asks, low.

His words ring the bells of panic in my head, my ears go down, and my tail stays still between my legs as if I've been injured.

“It’s- hard…to explain.” My voice cracks

Dammit, he definitely knows now

“I feel that you are scared, and I want you to know that there's nothing to worry about.” Swiss rubs my arm assuringly.

For once I hate that he can practically read my mind, that was so connected. Although I feel the warmth and fuzzy yellow glow in him, I'm still too frightened to tell him. 

Maybe it's not fear, maybe it's the acceptance I have to have before I can say it

“It's alright. It's ok if you're not ready.” Swiss sighs, trying to make it seem like it's not bothering him.

“Swiss, promise you won't see me any different?” I ask, a tear falling down my cheeks silently.

The multi-ghoul turns around, wiping away the tear and cupping my face. 

‘Of course not!” He says, his other hand cupping the other cheek just as lovingly.

Is this the part where I die?

“You do realize it's okay if your trans right? You're the same person, it just gives me more knowledge.” Swiss tilts his head

I stay silent, I feel my blood stop moving, my heart stops beating, my brain stutter.

“How?” I know he can finish my question.

“When you were summoned, the only thing you wore was the eternal red flames of hell. When I searched for your element mark, I had to look across your abdomen.” Swiss has a bit of a smile, and he turns away to finish packing his bag.

“You act as if being trans is a bad thing, it doesn't change who you are.” Swiss chuckled, “And it sure as hell doesn't make up your entire personality.” 

I stand there like a complete idiot, “You knew I was trans this entire time?” 

“What? We all did, don't be silly.” A new voice enters the room, it's Rain and Phantom coming to pack their bags for the hotel.

I panic, how much have they heard? Have the others been listening too?

“Come along now! We're about to be kicked out, another band is playing here tonight.” Papa’s voice rings down the hallways, and several tired “okay”s hum together. 

“Come on, don't be upset, nothing to worry about.” Swiss pats my back throws my bag at me, and walks out the door.

I'm still so stunned, I falter to walk behind him.

“Alone or not, you gotta walk forward.” Rain passes by me, I must be walking slowly.

“In the end, it's your presence that matters.” I hear Swiss say, staying in place to catch up.

I feel tears prickle up, so you don't see me differently? So you do still love me?

#serene sun nocontext #the band ghost #ghost band #serene sun writes #the band ghost x reader #nameless ghouls x reader #nameless ghouls #the band ghost swiss ghoul #swiss ghoul x reader #nameless ghoul swiss #swiss ghost #ghost the band #the band ghost oc #swiss x transmasc reader #rain x reader #phantom x reader

[r1ddlessy]

𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬

❝ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪᴍʙᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴇᴇᴋ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴀᴄʜᴏᴛʜᴇʀ❞

warnings:fem reader

a/n: i feel like this is just the beginning, the tip of the iceberg if you will because i love this concept so much i want to create the BCU (bimbo cinematic universe) on this blog.

"This dress or this skirt and top?"

If anyone told klitz he'd be sitting on the beauty queen of his highschool's bed while she asked him his opinions on her outfits a year ago, he'd have laughed. now he simply pointed to the dress.

"I like the top and skirt, but pink is your signature baby."

His gentle smile and genuine interest made your heart swell. the fact he took the time to get to know you beyond your looks is what attracted you to him in the first place although your soft spot for nerds did help.

The first time he asked to borrow a pencil from you he was sure you'd be snarky and rude or even worse laugh in his face, but you simply handed him a fluffy pink one with a sweet smile. He was almost too stunned to thank you but once he did you giggled, kindly at his stupor not maliciously. After the class ended he tapped you gently on the shoulder, almost afraid to touch you, to return the pencil. When you turned around and blinked your mascara-coated lashes at him before smiling that embarrassingly affecting smile, he swore he had a mini heart attack.

"Thanks for the pencil, again." He managed to say thickly.

"No problem,I always bring spares! What's your name again?" You asked curiously.

"It's klitz, with a K." Blush seeped into his cheeks and he immediately regretted the addition.

"Klitz is such a cute name! I'm-" you replied brightly but klitz interrupted you.

"I know who you are." He said sheepishly. You furrowed your brows before you nodded understandingly. Your heart sank slightly as you wondered whether the cute guy who asked for your pencil already had a preconceived notion of you based on your reputation, and wouldn't be interested in getting to know you beyond that. klitz noticed your ruminating and worried he'd said something wrong, tried to distract from it.

"I've sat next to you since the beginning of the year, I think you're really smart." He said honestly as he started packing his things up.

"Really?" You asked, surprised that a typically academic person thought you were intelligent.

"Yeah, I don't really get a lot of this stuff but I need the grades so..." He rubbed the back of his neck akwardly.

"Well I could help you out if you want!" You offered immediately, before you could register what you'd said.

"Really?" Klitz raised an eyebrow questioningly, not convinced the prettiest girl he was starting to crush on was willing to spend time helping a social reject like him.

"Yeah! And maybe you can help me with some math and science stuff?" You asked hopefully. "We could do like double tutoring sessions together, it'll be fun!"

Klitz saw your hopeful expression and understood that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, so it didn't take much to convince him. You clapped your hands together ecstatically.

"Amazing! Ok, here's my address." You scribbled it down on a scrap piece of paper and handed it to Klitz. "See you there around 5." You grinned and turned on your heels, walking away from klitz with a happy bounce in your step as klitz watched your back stupefied.

Right on the dot at 5 your doorbell rang and klitz stood sheepishly on your porch. You greeted him happily and pulled him inside, offering him lemonade or a coke. He politely declined and bit back a smile as you took him up to your bedroom, fighting back the urge to punch the air in glee.

"Ok, so what topics are you struggling with?" You asked as you gestured for him to sit on the pink beanbag while you sat at your desk.

"Probably the poetry module." he answered, distracted as he took in your room decor. The posters of pop stars and chick flicks brought a smile to his face, you clearly loved girlier things and weren't ashamed of it. You watched amusedly then quietly cleared your throat.

"As iconic as Britney is, we should really be focusing on Sylvia Plath here.”

Over half an hour passed without either of you noticing as you explained different themes and techniques to Klitz. He noticed how you’d occasionally mention your own interpretation you had but dismiss them as silly.

“I kind of feel like the Victorian nightgown could represent how she feels trapped in gender roles, but I may just be reading into it too much.” You shrugged with a smile and Klitz furrowed his brows.

“Everything in literature is up to interpretation, isn’t it?” He responded. “And I think your interpretation makes sense.” He smiled at you and you felt like swooning.

“Thanks, Klitz.” You tapped your pen against your desk at a hummingbird rate a few times before you regained your composure. “Ok, how about a snack break then we can get started with some chemistry?” Klitz nodded and slowly got up from his place on the beanbag.

“I made some chocolate-chip cookies ‘cause I assumed you’d like them...” You admitted sheepishly as you walked with him back down to the kitchen.

“I can’t think of anyone who doesn’t like them,” Klitz responded happily, overjoyed that you’d taken the time to bake for him.

“Exactly!” You agreed as you walked over to pull them out of the oven. “I had one before you came and I don’t want to brag, but it was pretty delicious.” You grinned and offered one to Klitz, your hands momentarily brushing. Klitz took a bite of his cookie as you watched anxiously for his reaction. Klitz’s eyes widened in shock, he wasn’t sure whether you were an incredible baker or his attraction to you was creating a placebo, but he was convinced this was the best cookie he’d ever eaten.

"These are amazing." He said as soon as he swallowed.

"Really?" Your eyes looked so bright and the sun was bathing you in a golden light. Klitz had never seen someone so beautiful. Moments passed and your question remained unanswered, until Klitz's head dipped lower and his lips pressed to yours. Your lips melted into the kiss and you pulled him closer, surprised but elated at the fact he made the first move. When you pulled away smudged lipgloss was around both your mouths and Klitz looked suddenly shy.

"Sorry,I don't know why I did that-"

"Klitz, shut up." You grinned and kissed him on the cheek. "We have a chemistry lesson to do!"

#conversations...with klitzy!✍️ #klitz x reader #klitz fluff #bimbo reader

[armed-with-knitting-needles]

DP Side Hoes Week 2023 Day 2! Wes Weston Revenge! So it looks like I'm incorporating at least some of my side hoes fics into one story. I have done zero planning so we'll see how this goes.

Ao3 Link, then full story.

Tucker stuck his head into one of the library study rooms, making sure it was empty. It was his free period and he was craving some alone time. Danny was being… clingy. 

It made sense. Apparently, the observants had it out for Danny because of that weird future version of himself thing that happened during the CAT. And then Vlad was definitely interested in being the ghost king and anything where Vlad might be involved made them all jumpy. And Tucker suspected that Danny knew how uneasy the idea of having that much power was making him. So, yeah, Danny was being clingy and overprotective and Tucker needed a break from both him and the insanity of a possible kingship that none of them knew the implications of. 

Besides, he felt like a walking armory with how much anti-ghost gear he had on him, so he was pretty sure he was safe. Thank God for cargo pants.  

Sitting down with his PDA and tweaking the school network a bit more would be the perfect way to unwind. Maybe he could work on getting the school security cameras to loop without any fuzz. That would be a nice way to avoid the rest of his life for a bit. 

Tucker saw the shadow of a body slide into the seat across from him just as he was getting into the zone, but purposefully did not look up. This was supposed to be Tucker time. The heat radiating off of it meant it wasn’t Danny and the fact that whoever it was hadn’t immediately assaulted him in some way meant it wasn’t Sam. Maybe if he just buried himself deeper in his tech they would just go away. 

Tucker saw a flash of red hair in the corner of his vision. Damn. He looked up to see Wes Weston sitting across from him. Double damn. There went any hope of decompressing. 

“Foley,” Weston started in that overly accusatory tone he got whenever he thought he had something on Danny, “I heard something rather interesting, yesterday.”

“I’m sure you did, Weston,” Tucker responded, attempting to bury himself back in the sweet data flow of the school intranet while quietly resigning himself to the fact his break was ruined. Wes was always hearing things that were “rather interesting”. It was one of his many character flaws. Wes Weston could take the most benign topic of conversation and turn it into the wildest of conspiracy. It was frankly impressive. 

“You see, I was just minding my own business-” 

Tucker rolled his eyes. Wes was never minding his own business, 

“- walking out of the auditorium after your very sudden concession to Dash - I kind of hate you for that by the way - when I hear some yelling from a supply closet. Do you know what I heard?”

Tucker went very, very still and then breathed all the tension out of his body and tried to look bored. He knew Wes had already caught his slip, but it was a quick save. Project “Gaslight Weston” was still a go regardless of how little good it was doing. Maybe he could turn this into a different kind of tense. Just what did Wes overhear?

“I’m assuming you heard me arguing with Sam and Danny,” Tucker said, hoping he sounded disinterested, “They weren’t thrilled about me conceding to Dash either.” 

“You see,” said Wes, leaning forward conspiratorially, “That’s what I thought, too.” A shiver ran down Tucker’s spine, “but then I decided to listen in and-”

“Hold up,” Tucker said. He needed to salvage this. He should have known better than to think that the fact the hallway was quiet meant they were alone. “You thought I was having a private argument with my friends and decided to listen in? We weren’t even out in the open. Did you just sit there with your ear pressed against the door? What the hell, man?” 

Wes flushed red and Tucker got the distinct feeling that that was exactly what Wes had done. “That doesn’t matter,” Wes sputtered. And yeah, Tucker should have known better. Pointing out how creepy Wes was being never worked. “The point is, I heard you three talking with ghosts! There were definitely more than three of you in there. I heard you arguing going somewhere with them. And the door was glowing. It was creepy.”

So, he hadn’t actually heard that much, just the really loud bits. Good. “Okay. First off, you literally have no reason to think the people we were talking to were ghosts. Se-”

“Ha! But you admit you were talking with someone!” Wes grinned at him like a cat that caught the canary.

Tucker cursed himself. Talking to Wes was a mess. No matter what you said you always ended up talking yourself into a corner. And the whole situation was making Tucker feel cornered as it was. Tucker still didn’t know anything about the whole ghost king thing except he wanted nothing to do with it. Of course, once Wes got even a whiff of it, he’d latch onto it like he’d latched onto the whole Fenton/Phantom thing. Trying to get Wes to let go of anything was a losing game. 

Tucker froze. He had two problems right now and he had just thought of a possible solution for both. Tucker looked under the table and smirked. It would be a nice little revenge for all the trouble Wes gave Danny. Across the table, Wes’s smile faltered.  

The nice thing about the Casper High Library study rooms was they always had a couple of board games and fidget toys on little shelves under the tables. Tucker pulled out Connect Four and placed it carefully on the table. 

The remains of Wes’s smug grin morphed into confusion. “Foley, what the hell?” 

Tucker breathed. He needed to be careful. The rule was he couldn’t lose the throne if he was competing for something else, right? How did he get Wes to play when he wasn’t offering anything?

Tucker started setting up the game. “You have until we finish the game to ask questions.” That was how. 

Wes looked flummoxed and Tucker could appreciate the feeling. This was so far out of the realm of their normal interactions. “I could just leave now,” Tucker said as he finished setting up the board.

“No, no,” Wes said, “I was just surprised, was all. We can play.” Tucker schooled his expression into indifference. 

Tucker picked up a red piece and let it drop into place, paying absolutely no attention to where it landed. Clack. He waited expectantly for Wes’s first question. Wes just sat there with his piece, studying the board like it was a particularly hard math problem. 

“So,” he began, still staring at the board, “Are you going to be truthful for this?” 

Tucker leaned back, “New rule. You take too long to make your move. I’m leaving.”

Wes huffed, “Fine.” Clack. Clack. 

“You still haven’t answered the question.” 

“I’ll be as truthful as I can be without getting anyone hurt.” 

Clack. Clack. 

“Please, I’m not hurting anybody. I just want to expose the truth.”

Clack. Clack. Clack. 

“You are literally trying to convince people my best friend is dead.”

Clack. 

“Yeah, but, like that isn’t going to hurt anyone.”

Clack. Clack. 

“How is that not going to hurt him? He lives with ghost hunters. You’re trying to convince them he’s a ghost.”

Clack. Clack. 

“Yeah, but those are his parents. They aren’t going to hurt him.” 

Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack.

“You don’t know that! You have no idea what Danny’s home life is like. As far as you know, Danny’s parents could immediately turn on him.”

Clack. Clack. 

“Everybody knows that the Fenton’s love their kids. They have literally yelled it into a megaphone.”

Clack. 

“And everybody also knows Jack Fenton wants to tear the ghost boy apart molecule by molecule.”

Clack. Clack. Clack. 

“Leaving that aside,” Tucker continued before Wes could butt in, “Danny’s parents aren’t the only ghost hunters out there.” Clack. Clack. “Think about what the guys in white could do to him.”

Clack. Clack.

“Look, I’m not trying to hurt him-”

“It doesn’t matter if you’re trying to hurt him or not. The fact is, you could get him killed.”

Clack. Clack. 

“He’s already dead! He can’t die again!”

Clack. 

“Even if that were true, -” Clack. Clack. “- and it’s not, -” Clack. Clack. Clack. “- you have no idea how much danger you’re putting him in.”

Clack. 

“Why can’t you just-”

“Argh! How did you win!?” Wes yelled. Tucker jumped a little in his seat and stared at the board. Sure enough, there were four red spaces diagonally in a row on the board. That was not what was supposed to happen. “Grah! This was supposed to be a draw! I didn’t even get to ask any questions. You tricked me!”

Tucker blinked. What? “What do you mean I tricked you? You were supposed to win! I wasn’t even trying!”

Wes narrowed his eyes. “Why would you be trying to lose? I know you were trying to end the game as quickly as possible. And you got me distracted by all that ‘I’ll be as truthful as I can without getting anyone hurt’ nonsense. You were totally trying to trick me!” 

Tucker could feel another Wes induced headache coming on. Why did he ever think this was a good idea? “What could I possibly gain from this? I was doing you a favor!”

Wes’s eyes narrowed further and Tucker felt his stomach drop a little. “No, there’s something you’re trying to hide. You’re just trying to throw me off your trail. And it all has to do with the ghosts you were talking to in the closet.”

Yeah, no. Tucker was done with this. Yeah, they’d be dealing with Wes being extra stalkerish for the next two weeks, but Tucker was not dealing with this situation anymore. 

The chair made a scratching sound against the carpet as he stood up and slung on his backpack. 

Wes looked at him wide eyed for a second before barking, “And just where do you think you’re going?” Tucker got the distinct feeling Wes was repeating something said to him frequently, probably by a parent. 

“I said you had until we finished the game. The game is finished, ergo I’m leaving.” 

With that he walked out the door of the study room and turned right directly into an Observant. The Observant looked unimpressed as Tucker attempted to calm his frantically beating heart.

The Observant gave the closed door to the study room a disgusted look. It was more than a little impressive that a being whose head consisted of a single eyeball could do that. “You wanted to make him the king of all ghosts?” they asked and Tucker could feel the distaste. 

Tucker sighed. “Yeah,” he admitted as he dug around in his pockets for the Fenton Thermos, “That probably wasn’t my best move.”

“I should say-”

Tucker uncapped the thermos and slammed it down on the Observant’s eyeball. The surprise was enough to force the ghost in. It was lucky. Tucker did not want to be seen fighting a ghost in the school library, especially not right after his confrontation with Wes. 

He sighed as he texted the group chat, “1 O in thermos, +1 to the Wes headache counter,” and then put his phone back in his pocket. Danny was going to be super clingy, Tucker might as well get some space while he could. 

#dp side hoes week 2023 #danny phantom #tucker foley #wes weston #ghost king au