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dearsnow · 7 months

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ORLANDO (FIRST KISS)

- charlie, your best friend, attempts to set you up with the crush he is convinced you have. (charlie dalton x gn!reader, includes some neil being a good friend, slight angst into fluff, happy au, no beta we die like real men)

word count: 2,647

a/n - i love charlie so much oh my god 😭 hopefully there’s more to come with him! i’m planning a very long fic for him, hopefully similar in feeling to my neil fic “the last time” :) this is slightly inspired by the song “orlando” by leith ross so pls check them out!!

It’s 1:32 AM on a Friday night (Saturday, technically, but that rarely seems to matter), and Charlie Dalton is refusing to let you sleep.

“You’ve got to tell me. I swear, cross my heart, I won’t tell a soul.” He begs.

Charlie has been your best friend for god knows how long. You met so long ago that you don’t even remember how or why; it just was. That’s exactly what your relationship is. There’s really no rhyme or reason, considering you would detest anyone else with his personality, but you’re friends anyways, and you love him with all your heart. Opposites attract, you suppose. You don’t know for sure. Most days, including today, he is extremely and desperately annoying.

You slump down onto his bed, covering your eyes with your hands. He’s gotten it into his mind that you have a crush, and he won’t rest until he finds out who it is. Lucky you.

“Charlie, it’s no one.” You groan, peeking past your fingers to stare at him with a cross expression. “Even if I did like someone, I wouldn’t tell you.”

The problem is, you do like someone, and he’s sitting right in front of you with messy hair and pajama pants.

Your feelings for him, just like your meeting, are so far buried in the past that you couldn’t dig them up with an excavator. One day, you suppose, you just started to fall in love with him. He’s annoying and rich and a total smart-ass, but you love him. In some soft, quiet ways, he is the kindest boy you’ve ever met.

He notices when you get cut off mid-conversation or when you’re just a little too uncomfortable to talk to the person in front of you. He knows you like the back of his hand and puts his knowledge to use without ever having to ask, like how he always gets you exactly what you want on your birthday. He’s smart and energized and a breath of fresh air, no matter how stale the room is. And, of course, though you would rarely tell him, he is dashingly handsome.

He sits up straighter and begins listing every boy you’ve ever come in contact with. “Meeks? You always did like his type. Ooh, or Pitts? He’s a pitiful lady-killer. Todd is another good choice. Knox has got his thing with Chris, so you probably wouldn’t like him unless you’re into getting your heart broken.” He stops his ranting to take a breath, then continues on. “You cannot like Cameron because if you do, I won’t ever talk to you again. It isn’t Cameron, right?”

You scoff. “I don’t have a crush. Stop trying to guess a person that doesn’t exist.”

“Neil?” He questions. You hesitate just a bit before waving away his suggestion. Neil is a very good friend of both yours and his, and truthfully, he would definitely be the best boyfriend out of all of them. Despite that, you do not love him like you love Charlie. Not even close.

He catches on to your hesitation with scary accuracy. The tilt of your head, the twitch of your hand, the way the corners of your mouth almost curved up into a smile. Charlie feels his heart drop. “Oh my god, it’s Neil. Of course it’s Neil, it’s always Neil! You like Neil.” Neil is, unbeknownst to him, a complete catch. It makes sense that you would like him. After all, he’s kind, outgoing, and a whole lot nicer than Charlie is. That doesn’t make it hurt any less.

Like you, Charlie doesn’t exactly know when you came into his life. Maybe a stuffy dinner party or a prep event- all that matters to him is that you’re here now, and he loves you. He does, however, know when he started loving you.

It was seventh grade at a school dance, and you had decided to go with a boy he barely knew. When the boy asked you out with a pocketed rose and a shy smile, Charlie felt his blood boiling. How dare he, he thought, take you away from him? You’re his best friend. He would have bought you an entire flower shop had you said the word.

Seeing you waltz with him in your pretty outfit, as awkward and stiff as you both were, was too much for him to bear. Charlie left early, prompting you to follow him. The scene that resulted was one you both tried heavily to erase.

“Charlie, what’s wrong?” You panted, hurrying after him as fast as your pinchy shoes would allow. “Charlie. Charlie! Talk to me.”

“It’s nothing. Just go away.” He sniffled. You turned the corner to see him sitting on a curb, tears tracking down his face. If you knew one thing about Charlie Dalton, it was that he hated crying. You sat down next to him, but he turned to face the trees to his left.

“What happened?” You asked gently. How he despised your gentle care.

“I hate you. Go away.” His voice broke in the middle of his sentence. “I never want to see you again.”

Something in you snapped in that moment, something angry and sad all at once. He was hurting, and you loathed it, but Charlie always got what he wanted in the end.

You stood up and left, muttering a “sorry” over your shoulder.

He tried to avoid you for a while after that, but as with all fated things, he couldn’t stay away for long. He went back to you without a hint of apology, and you took him. Begrudgingly, you just couldn’t be without your best friend for very long.

He knew he loved you then, and that fact hasn’t changed in the present.

“I don’t like Neil.” You insist. “Trust me.”

Charlie stands to pace around his room, talking with his hands as per usual. “Y’know, you always seem smiley around him. I should’ve seen it coming, really. The way you talk to him can’t be platonic.” You sigh from the bed, and Charlie flops down beside you. You can feel the heat radiating from his skin. It’s pleasant, like a ray of sun on a cold day. You instinctively move closer to him as he opens his mouth. “I could probably get you a date with him. Not that you couldn’t do it yourself, but,” he pauses, a hint of hurt humor in his eyes, “I could be your wingman.”

He doesn’t want to be. He really doesn’t want to be, but what can he do? He would rather see you happy with Neil than miserable with no one. Despite how much he hates it, he’s gotten over most of his prepubescent jealousy. He knows deep down in the very achingly sad part of him that you don’t love him. At least, not the way he loves you.

You’re facing him, your nose inches away from his chest as your heart pounds in yours. He really wants you to get with Neil. Well, if that’s how he feels, you don’t feel the need to reject the offer. Maybe this is just the thing you need. What’s the point in pining after him when he’s actively trying to set you up with his second best friend?

“Yeah. That… I would like that.” Charlie’s heart crumbles in his chest.

“Then I’ll get right on it.” He grins. Behind the smile, sadness is swimming in his eyes, but you don’t bother to look at them.

It’s winter break, one of Charlie’s favorite times of the year, but he doesn’t think he’s ever felt this sad before.

By the time the next weekend rolled around, you had almost forgotten about Charlie’s proposed setup. But, on this Saturday when you’re cozy in your room, Neil comes knocking at your door.

You open the door, slightly surprised. He’s holding a bouquet of flowers with a small grin on his face. They’re your favorite flowers.

“Hi.” He says. His voice is breathless.

You raise your eyebrows, but for some reason, you can’t help but smile. Neil is standing in your doorway, and you feel like you know what he’s going to ask. “Hey.”

“Do you want to go on a date with me?” He implores, holding the bouquet out for you to take. “It doesn’t have to be right now, but… I’m ready if you are.” He’s dressed in a crisp suit, and if you’re being honest, you’d hate to make him go home without putting it to use.

You laugh lightly, the feeling bubbling out of your stomach. “Yeah, I’d love that. Just let me get ready and I’ll be out in ten minutes.”

Two days prior to Saturday, Charlie proposed a dead poets town trip. They were milling around, bouncing from shop to shop before Charlie clasped Neil on the shoulder.

“What do you think about Y/N?”

Neil turned, confused. “What do you mean?”

There was a smirk on Charlie’s face, but he hesitated like he didn’t actually want to say the words he was about to say. “I mean, I think you two would be a pretty cute couple.”

Neil let out a huff of air, almost in disbelief. “You’ve been in love with them since seventh grade, Nuwanda. Don’t try to act like you aren’t.”

Charlie gasped exaggeratedly and put a hand over his heart. “How dare you suggest that! I just want the best for my dearest friends.” The others laughed. Every single one of them knew that Charlie harbored deep feelings for you- and every single one of them knew he would never admit it. “Look, just one date. Ask them out on Saturday. They really like you, and I know they’re free, so they can’t pull any excuses.”

“I just don’t know.” Neil admitted. “They’re great and all, but I’d feel bad if I stole away your crush of four years.”

“You won’t be stealing anything, my boy. Just think about it.” Charlie knew he was lying, and it left a bitter taste in his mouth, but he also knew that somehow, he was making the right decision.

Like all of your romantic endeavors, your date with Neil is slightly awkward. He’s your friend, sure, but you’ve never really thought about him like this before. You never even considered dating him. It’s always been Charlie. Maybe, just maybe, it’s time to broaden your horizons.

After the initial tension, you would like to believe it went well. Neil walks you out of the restaurant, holding your arm. He’s smiling, and you feel your own expression falter. You like him, you really do, but some part of you knows that he will never be Charlie.

He leans closer to you, almost close enough to touch. Your heart pounds in your chest as he whispers something into your ear. “Don’t look, but Charlie’s watching. Pretend I’m kissing you.”

You’re taken aback as your eyes try to search for his brown hair, but after a second, you comply. You shut your eyes and thread your fingers through Neil’s. To anyone else, especially anyone inside of the restaurant, it looks like you’re smashing tongues with him.

Neil walks you home as the day fades into night, and as much as you ask, your questions are left unanswered with a sly wink.

“I can’t believe you would do that.” Charlie rages. “It was meant to be a date, not a date and a tongue fuck! That was their first kiss, Neil, and you’ve stripped them of it!” He doesn’t know why he’s so outrageously enraged. It was a quick kiss from the boy you’ve been crushing on. He should be overjoyed for you.

“It wasn’t like that, Charlie. Just ask them.” Neil is surprisingly calm, considering his friend is screaming at him. “Ask them. Go on.” He pushes Charlie’s shoulder. “I walked them home.”

Charlie grumbles, his gut twisted into shaking, angry knots. “I will. If they tell me you did anything weird, though, you’re dead.” Neil shakes his head.

“I think you’d kill me even if I didn’t kiss them.”

For the second time, you hear a knock at your door. This one is loud and frenzied, but through the haze, you can tell who it is. Who else would knock so harshly at 11:23 at night? It’s a good four hours after your date, so it definitely can’t be Neil.

You open the door, clad in pajamas and a frown. “Seriously, Charlie? You’re gonna wake the whole neighborhood.”

“Did he kiss you?” Ah, straight to the point. He’s never one to beat around the bush.

“What’s it to you?” You defend. “You didn’t care about that possibility when you wanted me to date him.” You cross your arms. Why the hell is he so upset? You don’t understand anything about this. His motives, his feelings, right now, they’re more confusing than he’s ever been. Well, save for one night. Oddly, this reminds you of that dance a few years back. You don’t want that to happen again, so whatever’s going on has to stop.

He opens his mouth and then closes it like he’s actually considering what he wants to say for the first time in his life. “I just…” A defeated expression tugs his face down. Your heart plummets. You rarely ever see him crestfallen. The last time was four years ago, and you had hoped you would never see him like that again.

He turns to walk away. He can’t do it, he just can’t. He’s walking so fast the pavement under his feet is a blur, and you chase after him.

“Charlie, what are you-“ He turns, seeing the confusion on your face.

When he looks at you, all Charlie can see is love. He loves your voice, the curve of your lips, the way you do anything and everything. In that moment, when he sees you with tired eyes, his inhibitions flee like rabbits from a wolf. Maybe, just maybe, he can.

Before you can ask, yet after you see the fire in his eyes, he grabs your arm and cuts you off.

“Can I kiss you?”

You’re taken aback for a moment, lips parted, not speaking a word. His hair is messy and the tear tracks on his cheeks glisten in the street lights. It’s like everything you’ve ever wanted has sprung to life before your eyes. “Yes, but-“

He presses his lips to yours, effectively cutting off any further communication once again. His grip on you softens as his hands reach up to cup your face. Your eyes flutter shut, and a million different things race through your mind. All you can consciously think is that you never want it to end.

When he pulls away, breathless, something new is shining in his eyes. “I hope that wasn’t bad for a second kiss.” He smiles. He’s still worried, more so than he’s ever been, but that was the most amazing thing he thinks he’s ever done.

“Second? Charlie, that was my first.”

He pauses. “So Neil didn’t kiss you?”

You laugh, and upon seeing his even more excited face, you laugh so hard you double over. He joins, and your giggles are probably too loud for how late it is. “No! God no, he told me to pretend because you were watching.” Your voice comes out humorous and strained, with so much joy behind the tone that Charlie can feel himself starting to laugh again. “Were- Were you in the restaurant for our whole date?”

“Yeah.” He chokes out. “I couldn’t just let the love of my life date some other guy without my knowledge, right?”

“Oh, totally. Maybe you should ask me out next time, then, to completely avoid this whole scenario.” He pulls you in, laughing against your shoulder.

“Sure. Yeah, I think I will. Next time, I’ll make sure of it.”

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lino-jagiyaa · 1 year

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desire - kim seungmin | next

genre: suggestive, fwb | pairing: seungmin x female reader | warnings: swearing, perv!seungmin (stealing panties and being a peeping tom, feeling y/n up in a dark classroom), implied thick reader | words: 1,405

☀︎ your deskmate, seungmin couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself during class.

note: this ended up longer than i thought lol, sorry in advance...

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it was friday afternoon, your last class and your professor was letting the class relax since he gave you all an exam the day before that was really stressing everyone out, including him who had to grade everything today. so instead of starting a new lesson, he decided that he’s put on a movie while he started grading. seungmin had a few classes with you. he always chose to sit next to or near you since you were at least a little bit acquainted and it didn’t seem like he had many friends so you just let him.

he was nice to you. you liked having his company on days when your friends weren’t there. he’d offer to bring you water bottles or snacks when you studied in the library on late nights. he was a really nice guy.

when he walked into class today, you were already sitting at your table. the lights were dimmed low but you could see the friendly smile he gave you. “hey, seung.” you started

“hey. what are we doing today? everyone looks slumped.” he says, putting his bag down on the floor next to his chair as he sits

“oh, we’re just watching a movie since the teacher has stuff to grade.”

“ooh, okay. is it any good?”

“it’s okay i guess, not much has played yet and to be honest i haven’t paid much attention to it.” you chuckled, laying your head on the table facing him

“i see. well, how was your day?” he asked sweetly, laying his head on the table as well

“it’s been pretty good actually. but i didn’t see you barely at all, where’ve you been?”

“i’m glad. and ah, i was busy studying for business math. you know how that goes.” he jokingly rolls his eyes

“mm, yeah it sucks.”

“yup.”

“you wanna know something weird though?” you ask

“sure..?”

“okay so, i went to the gym like i usually do. well duh, you know because you go in the same hour as me- anyways, after my workout i went to shower, and when i got out, i couldn’t find some of my clothes.”

“like... the dirty ones?”

“yes. i was like.. who the fuck?”

“did you leave them on a bench or in your locker?”

“on the bench, but they’ve never been stolen before. so i’m guessing one of those frat boys took it for their rush or something. it’s whatever, i guess.” you shrug

“damn, that’s sick as fuck.” seungmin frowns

but the truth was, he was trying to keep his composure since he was the one who took your sweaty gym clothes. specifically your underwear. he’d never gone as far as stealing before. only sneaking glances at you in the locker room when you changed, or through your bedroom window at night. giving him easy access since you neglected to get a pair of blinds in your dorm. he usually admires you during classes or in between them. how beautiful you looked, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

“yeah, but it’s fine, really. it’s not like i can’t just buy another pair of underwear- shit, sorry. i didn’t even mention that before, i don’t know why i told you that-” you stammered

“y/n, it’s fine. we’re friends, right?”

“yes.” you cleared your throat

“okay then, it’s all good.” he smiled

that damn smile. why is he so handsome?

“you’re good at this.”

“at what?” he questions

“comforting people, me. you’re such a smooth talker, you know.”

“well, i try.” he smirks

fuck. y/n, calm down. he’s just a friend. right?

“you don’t date, do you?” you sit up

“not particularly, no. but if i see a cute girl, i might shoot my shot.”

he nudges you on the shoulder when he speaks. shit. is he flirting now?

“how about you? i haven’t really seen you with anyone, i mean, except hyunjin sometimes...” he says low

is he... jealous? maybe you’re over analyzing things...

“no, you’re right. i’m not seeing anyone right now and i’m not apposed to dating or even hookups but i guess nobody else seemed interested.” you reply

“you sure about that?” he leans closer to you now

“you’re not... interested in me, are you?”

“maybe i am. what would that mean to you?”

you could feel your face heating up, cheeks burning in a deep red. as well as the heat between your legs growing stronger.

fuck. kim seungmin, the man you are...

“...yeah- i mean, you’re a charmer for sure. you’re not joking, though right?”

“now why would i do that? you’re gorgeous, y/n. and anyways, i’ve had a crush on you for a while now. not sure how you haven’t noticed until now.” his eyebrows drew together

“really?” you question

“do i have to show you, y/n?” he leans in closer now, so close that you can feel his breath on your face.

it was making your head spin. the proximity between you two getting smaller and smaller as the conversation goes on.

“i wouldn’t be opposed.” you whisper

“you sure?” he whispers back

“just kiss me already.”

and he does. sure, he looks and acts sweet but right now he’s taking his time with you. kissing you slowly and drawing you in to face him more by your waist.

your panties must be soaked now, and he knows it. knows how much of an effect he has on you already. he should, he’s been observing you for so long so he knows just what to fo to drive you crazy. can’t wait fuck you dumb.

his hands are resting on the small of your back now and you whine into the kiss. it makes him draw back.

“why’d you stop?” you said in a breathy tone

“there’s other people in room. don’t wanna get carried away, do we?” he smirks

“...right” you look away from him, scanning the room

“the class ends soon, so don’t worry. but i’ve got an idea.”

“oh?”

“let me hold onto your thigh till the end of class?”

“seungmin...”

“don’t be shy.” his eyes focused on the short hem of your short skirt that now rides up your thighs. oh so beautifully.

“okay. yes- you can do it.”

“don’t worry, i’ll be gentle.”

he scooted closer to where you were on the bench seating. only about an inch or two worth of space between the two of you. enough room for his hand to reach your thigh.

he played it safe at first, softly placing a hand on your right thigh. just resting it there, scanning your face for discomfort.

“you’re soft...” is all he managed to say before you were parting your thighs for him, ever so slightly. but he got the hint and subtly moved his hand closer to your core.

“fuck. you’re already soaked for me and i haven’t even started yet.”

neither of you were looking at each other, pretending to pay attention to the movie that was still playing. it only seemed to have about ten minutes left anyways so it didn’t seem to matter.

oh, how glad you were to have picked a spot in the very back of the class. but still nervous that someone would catch onto what the two of you were doing back there.

you could feel seungmin lifting up your skirt a little higher, inching his fingers higher and higher up your thigh. so close. so close to where you wanted him to be. he squeezed your thigh, making you impulsively squeeze your thighs together. on his hand... giving him even more access.

it didn’t last for long though. no. he forced your thighs back open, even wider than they were before with the single hand that was resting there before.

“damn, you’re such a tease.” he huffed, “don’t tease... your teasing is torture, baby. just wanna make you feel good.”

luckily for you, the bell rang and your professor told everyone they could leave. seungmin let go of you, getting up and grabbing his bag, waiting for you to do the same. once you did, you could feel your thighs sticking together. there was no way he didn’t notice. his gaze on you was hungry, needy. he wanted you, needed you.

he held out his hand, signaling you to grab it. “wanna get out of here? my apartment is near campus.”

“absolutely.”

he didn’t have to ask you twice. you wanted him too.

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fluentmoviequoter · 3 months

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Hey could you do fluff fic for David 'Deacon' Kay x wife reader where they spend their day together after hectic week? She's school teacher. Tag me later. Thanks!!

Of course! This was a fun one; thanks for the great request!! Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think!🤍 @pear-1206

Hectic Relief

Warnings: reader is an elementary teacher (I didn't specify which grade, just implied younger kids), hectic week, lots of fluffy comfort, kissing.

Word Count: 2.2k+ words

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“Yes, Drew?” you ask, smiling at the young boy as he lowers his hand.

“When is Sergeant Kay visiting again?” he inquires.

“Hmm… Well, he’s really busy this week, but I’ll ask him to come back soon.”

Drew nods with a bright smile. He loves your husband, Deacon, and asks about him often. Since Deacon came in for career day, Drew and several other students have become big fans of his.

“Can he come Friday?” Drew continues.

“Why Friday?”

“It’s my birthday!”

“Oh, I see. I’ll ask him, but remember what Sergeant Kay said last time? He’s really busy at work, so he may not be able to.”

“Can’t you make him?” someone else asks. “My mom makes my dad do stuff all the time.”

You chuckle at the implication that wives have control over their husbands before gesturing for everyone to pipe down.

“I’ll see what I can do, Drew,” you promise. “But either way, I’ll make sure you have a good birthday at school.”

Drew nods, and you think the day will be easier with the idea of Deacon coming in soon. It only takes an hour for that hope to be crushed, as the week takes a turn for the worse.

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Deacon sighs. It’s only Tuesday morning, and his week is already feeling long. He hasn’t seen you since Sunday night. Yesterday, a call ran long, and you were asleep before he came in. You moved closer to him in your sleep, but he had to leave before you woke up.

“Everyone ready for another night of overtime?” Rocker cheers before pretending to cry.

“I vote we just let the criminals take each other out this time,” someone mumbles.

“If my wife wasn’t working in this city, I’d agree,” Deacon says, surprising everyone.

✯✯✯✯✯

During your free hour, while your class is with another teacher, you drop your head to your desk and take a deep breath. The kids are restless, you’re tired, and each day this week seems longer than the last. You send Deacon a quick text to let him know you’re thinking of him and love him before turning your attention to the stack of papers on your desk.

Across town, Deacon is sitting in Black Betty, wondering when he’ll hear your voice again. It feels like the longest week of his life, and each passing minute makes him miss you more. His phone buzzes, and he smiles for the first time in hours as he reads your short message. Luca slams on the brakes and yells for backup before Deacon can answer, but he knows you understand. Even if it’s unfair to you and hard on him.

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By Friday morning, you feel part zombie, part teacher. The small gift you got for Drew and the card you signed from you and Deacon are sitting by your bag. You hope it’s enough to cheer Drew up even without Deacon stopping by to see his favorite of your students.

“Happy birthday, Drew,” you tell him when he enters the classroom. “This is from me and Sergeant Kay. He said to wish you a happy birthday and that he’ll come visit as soon as he can.”

It’s a lie; you haven’t even talked to Deacon in days, but you know he would be here if he could. He loves the kids and would do anything to help you out.

Drew’s smile falls just enough that you notice. He thanks you, anyway, even though he’s clearly disappointed his favorite SWAT sergeant won’t be dropping by today.

“Alright, class. Who’s ready for Fun Friday?” you ask, smiling as you pray for a nice day.

✯✯✯✯✯

Deacon clenches his jaw as he slams back against a brick wall.

“30-David, shots fired on the 4 side,” he radios.

“Copy. Shooter on the 1 side,” Street replies.

“We’re going to be here for a while, aren’t we?” Deacon asks.

Hondo nods beside him, and Deacon prepares for another day of missing you.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Drew, buddy, I know it’s your birthday, but we need to finish this lesson before recess. Let’s sit down and focus, then we can play,” you say, struggling to stay calm.

Drew huffs and falls back in his seat. When you see tears gathering in his eyes, you feel like you’re right behind him. It’s only 9 a.m., and it is the perfect, overly hectic, and stressful end to the longest week of your career as a teacher.

“I promise we’ll do something fun this afternoon, but it’s still school.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Deacon answers the phone, suppressing a stressed yell when Hicks tells 20-David to meet 50-squad on the other side of the county to aid with a hostage situation. He leans his head against Black Betty, wondering if they’d really notice if he took the rest of the day off.

Pulling his phone from his pocket, he sends you a quick text, surprised when you answer almost immediately. He doesn’t know if he’ll be home tonight, and his heart breaks at your disappointed reply, even though you try to cover it as a caring and understanding message.

Deacon knows that being a cop’s wife is just as hard as being a cop, and he wants to find a way to make it easier on you.

“Guys, I need a favor,” he calls as he puts his phone away. “I need to be home for dinner. I haven’t heard my wife’s voice in almost 5 days, and if I don’t hear it today, you’re all going to know about it.”

Luca chuckles as Street’s eyes widen. “Yes, sir,” they all say together.

“She’s braver than any of us,” Hondo muses teasingly.

“Better looking, too,” Deacon replies.

✯✯✯✯✯

The final bell rings and your shoulders slump as you say goodbye to each passing student.

“Thank you,” Drew says quietly.

“You’re welcome, Drew. I’ll make sure Sergeant Kay visits soon, okay?”

He nods. “I’m sorry for interrupting.”

“It’s okay, Drew, thank you. Have a good rest of your birthday and enjoy your party tomorrow, bud.”

Drew smiles as he nods excitedly before rushing out. The stack of papers on your desk has dwindled slowly, and you carelessly push it into your bag, unwilling to stay in your classroom for a minute longer than you have to.

Sighing in relief as you start your car, you hope to see Deacon tonight, even if only long enough to kiss him and hear him say goodnight.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Told you we’d do it,” Hondo says, clapping Deacon’s back, “now please go home. Your desperation is wearing off on us.”

Deacon would reply if he had more energy or if Hondo was wrong. He has no shame in admitting that he misses you and needs your comfort after such a hectic week with seemingly pointless chases around Los Angeles County.

He’s back to the station and on his way home to you before Luca notices he left.

✯✯✯✯✯

When Deacon steps into the house, he immediately feels lighter and happier. You look up from a paper and smile, setting it aside. Beginning to stand, Deacon moves faster than you and practically falls on top of you, pinning you to the couch with a tight hug.

You move one arm across his shoulders as he buries his face between your neck and shoulder. Running your fingers through Deacon’s hair, you relax in his embrace, and the week away seems worth the wait.

“I missed you,” you tell him, scratching his scalp.

“Missed you more,” he mumbles, tightening his grip on you.

“We should order dinner then, right?”

Deacon nods, and you smile as you pull his phone out, typing in your birthday to unlock it. Once the food is ordered, you move your hands to Deacon’s tense back muscles.

“Seems like your week was as long as mine,” you muse, gently kneading a knot in his lat muscle.

He groans before sitting up, pulling himself close to you. “I’m sorry.”

You shake your head, kissing his cheek quickly before asking, “How are you?”

Deacon catches your chin, pulling you in for a real kiss as he replies, “Better now.”

Once your dinner is delivered, you sit with your thigh pressed against Deacon’s as he tells you about the string of robberies and hostage situations spanning the county this week. He’s more interested in hearing about your week, so he doesn’t go into much detail before asking about you.

“Well, today was Drew’s birthday and he was pretty grumpy,” you tell Deacon, moving your legs across his lap.

“Not Drew, he’s my favorite!” Deacon exclaims.

“I think he was upset that you couldn’t come to class on his big day,” you excuse, running a finger along Deacon’s cheekbone and down his jaw as you add, “and he was tired, like someone else I know.”

Deacon nods, leaning against you.

“We should go to bed,” you whisper.

Deacon shakes his head, making himself comfortable beside you, one arm wrapped firmly around your waist to keep you close.

“If we go get ready and get in the bed, we can cuddle easier,” you bribe.

Deacon’s eyes open as he asks, “Promise?”

Chuckling, you link your pinky with Deacon’s and promise. He holds you to it, pulling you into his arms when you’re changed and ready to relax. He hugs you tightly, refusing to let go even though you don’t try to fight him.

As you fall asleep in Deacon’s arms, you whisper, “I love you.”

“I love you,” Deacon replies, entering into the best sleep all week.

✯✯✯✯✯

When you wake up, Deacon has moved you closer to him in your sleep. It’s as if he thought he’d wake up and you’d be gone. Brushing your finger over his facial features, you wish you could admire him all day, but you need to get up and get a glass of water.

As you try to move out of his grip, it tightens. You finally give up and decide to wake him up.

“Deac, baby, I need to get up,” you say gently.

“It’s been a week, you can’t leave,” he mumbles.

“I just need to get some water, handsome.”

Deacon seems to debate his options before unhooking his arms and saying, “Two minutes or I’m coming to find you.”

“I have no doubt.”

You return in less than two minutes, but when you offer to make breakfast and bring it back, Deacon rolls out of bed and sleepily follows you to the kitchen. Standing behind you, he keeps his arms around your waist as he helps you prepare breakfast, trailing kisses up your neck each time you turn your head.

“I’m glad we’re both home now,” you tell him, turning in his arms to kiss him.

“Me too,” he replies, pulling you in for another kiss.

✯✯✯✯✯

It takes hours, but you finally convince Deacon to talk about himself and his week at work. As you direct him to the patio, you find yourself in his lap, enjoying the sun after a week inside with your rambunctious class.

“You’re too good for me,” Deacon says, interrupting his story.

“You’re too good for me,” you repeat.

Deacon smiles at the challenging look on your face, aware that you will win any argument he tries to make. This conversation is practiced, and he knows how it ends: an agreement that you are soulmates, completing each other and perfect for one another.

“I think we need a vacation,” you tell him.

“Or a second honeymoon,” he suggests, kissing your jaw.

“But you have to come visit my class first or I’ll have a riot on my hands.”

“Technically, you’d have a better chance of getting me there for riot control.”

You laugh, leaning against Deacon’s chest as you kiss the corner of his mouth.

“I’ll see if I can make some time this week. For you and the kids.”

The sun dips below the hills, and you wonder where the day went, though you know time spent with Deacon always goes too fast.

“Same thing tomorrow?” you ask, pulling your legs up as Deacon nudges you to shift.

Lifting one of your legs so you’re sitting in his lap, your face just above his, Deacon smiles and answers, “Anything with you.”

You tilt your chin down, brushing your lips across Deacon’s. He sighs, raising his hands so one is on your waist and the other behind your neck. Settling on his thighs, you lean against Deacon’s chest as you kiss him, letting his love and comfort calm you from the inside out.

“I love you,” you say against his lips.

“Love you more.”

You push your hands against his chest, taking a deep breath before arguing, “Impossible.”

Deacon tilts his head, a bright smile making his eyes look deeper and darker than usual. He’s irresistible, and as you kiss him again, he promises himself not to let work get in the way like that again.

Pulling back, you suggest, “You should bring your whole squad next time, the kids would love it.”

“If we can spare the time.”

“'If'? You can't do it, not even for me?” you ask with a pout. “Your wife?”

Deacon nods, telling you he’ll find a way.

“It’s that easy,” you whisper, kissing his nose.

“Because you cheat,” Deacon accuses.

“Because you love me.”

Deacon can’t argue, so he pulls you down for a slower kiss, happy to spend another slow, lazy night in your arms before doing it all again tomorrow.

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thecuriousquest · 10 months

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Little Sis, Shut the Fuck Up

Plutonic Yandere Dabi x Reader

@issamomma

Warnings: Yandere themes, control issues, possessiveness, threats of violence, slut shaming

Summary: Big brother Dabi finds out you’re not a virgin. How will he take the news?

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“Hey, I’m home! I brought a friend!”

A boy. Your boyfriend. You fail to mention that part.

You hold your breath as Dabi walks down the stairs to meet this “friend”. You have a feeling he’s not going to like this. Taking him in from head to toe, Dabi leans against the staircase with crossed arms.

“Friend, huh? I was beginning to think you really were a loser with no friends.”

Your boyfriend looks like he wants to say something to defend you, but you place a hand on his chest and shake your head, mouthing the word “don’t”.

“So, what’s the name of your friend?”

“I’m Hibiki-”

“Uh, uh, uh. Wasn’t talking to you, slim. Little sis, answer your big bro. What’s his name?”

“Hibiki Mochizuki.”

Dabi still keeps his eyes firmly on you as you look anywhere else.

“Well, we have rules in this house. You should’ve run this by me first, kid.” He looks at your boyfriend. “You’ll have to go home.”

“What?! Dabi, no, we have a school project to work on. I want to at least get a passing grade. Please? I’m sorry, there wasn’t any time to talk to you about it. We just got the assignment today, and it’s due on Friday. We have to work on it as much as possible.”

Take the bait. Buy the lie. Please, God, let something good happen to you for once?

Your big brother considers your words before making up his mind. “You’ll stay downstairs at the kitchen table.”

You both nod. Fear threads through your boyfriend, you can feel it by the way he’s shivering slightly. Rolling your eyes, you lead him to the kitchen. Dabi takes a moment, watching the two of you before going back upstairs to finish what he was doing.

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You’re completely distracted with Hibiki’s tongue down your throat to notice Dabi walking down the stairs. Once you are within his view, he’s stomping over to you and pulling your boyfriend up by his shirt collar.

“The fuck are you doing to her?!” He doesn’t wait for a response as he drags Hibiki over to the door. He quite literally kicks him out, a black boot shoving at his ass, making him fall down the steps. He slams the door shut with a loud BANG.

Great, now you have to deal with him. You cross your arms and lean back against the chair, wishing you were anywhere else in the world. Maybe Hawaii? That sounds nice.

“What the fuck was that?”

“We were kissing.”

“He was fucking your throat with his tongue, dumbass!”

“It was a fucking kiss! Sometimes, people use tongue.”

“How would you know that?”

“I’ve kissed other people, Dabi.” You watch many expressions pass over his face until he settles on one: rage.

His fury is so palpable that you can feel it.

“You…you’re not supposed to be doing any of that. You’re a goddamn sixteen year old! For fuck’s sake, you’re a saint, a fucking virgin! Why the hell are you going around acting like a slut?”

Oh, he crossed a line.

“A slut?” You place your hands on the table and push yourself out of the chair. “A slut?!” You’re making eye contact with him, and you’re playing a dangerous game. “News flash, asshole, I’m not a virgin!”

His jaw goes slack, the burnt flesh and staples stretching to accommodate him. “You…shut up. You’re a fucking virgin.”

“I’ve fucked two guys before! Get out of whatever sick reality you’re in, and listen to my goddamn words.”

“You’re my pure baby sister. You’re untouched. You’re clean. Shut your fucking mouth!”

“Yeah, you wish I would. You wish I would just shut up and go along with whatever this is. Too fucking bad. You’re not the boss of me!”

His electric blue eyes cut into you with his glare. “You’re not allowed to see that guy anymore. I forbid it, and when Dad comes home, I’m telling him that he needs to homeschool you. If we can’t trust you, then we’ll watch over you until you gain our trust back.”

The world feels like it’s shattering around you. A horrible feeling crawls up your spine at the thought of being locked in this house. “No, that’s not fair,” you try to yell, but it only comes out in a broken whisper.

“For the rest of the week while I watch you and Shoto, I’m going to make damn sure that you don’t interact with him inside or outside of school.”

“You can’t do this to me, Dabi.” However, you know very well that he is more than capable of stopping you if he’s determined enough. “He’s my boyfriend. You can’t just forbid me from seeing him!”

Dabi grabs you by your shoulders and shakes you. “You listen to me. If you don’t want me to hurt that little bastard, then fucking stay away from him! From this day forward, you have no boyfriend. You’ll never date again for as long as I say.”

You shake your head at him, gripping onto his shirt. “Don’t do this to me! Please?”

“Go to your room. I don’t want to see you until dinner.”

You stand there, unmoving, pleading. You don’t faze him in the slightest, however. In fact, your disobedience only further agitates him. Grabbing your arm, he twists the limb behind your back. You hiccup on a sob, knowing this position all too well. He leads you towards the staircase. Giving you a hard push, he lets you go.

Hitting the hardwood stairs hurts. It leaves a thud aching in your bones. You look over your shoulder at Dabi with tears rolling down your cheeks.

He stands there with his finger pointing up the stairs. “Go to your room right now. Don’t make me say it again.”

Scrambling up the steps as fast as you can, you make your way to your room. All you want is refuge from the intimidating presence of your big brother.

“Don’t you even think about sneaking out! If you do, I’ll beat your ass!”

The door slams shut, and Dabi shakes his head, sighing about the hardships of being an older sibling.

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sugarsfics · 1 year

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Crushing On The Babysitter

Summary: Eddie finally has the courage to ask out his crush. What happens when she is babysitting? Not just babysitting anyone, he little sheep. Those same sheep he just told that having a crush is force conformity.

A/N: Hiiii I'm Sugar this is my first fic and so many more to come so enjoy;)

Warnings: Use of Y/N, fluff, horrible writing.

Word count: 1.0k

Eddie fake gags as he watches Lucas stare at Max with the biggest heart eyes ever. As he looks around the table, he sees that almost all the boys have their eyes on someone, except for Mike and Dustin who are arguing on who's girlfriends are better. “Boys!” he says as he slams his lunch box on the table. “ Have you all been taken in my the dark side of the female gaze” he continues “Yes they are nice to look at but would they really want to be with us, us freaks it is all just force conformity” Dustin pipes in “Well Mike and I do have girlfriends” “ Still not believing till I see them, but as I was saying before they want you to look to fall in love for you to buy them stupid crap and that money that you are spending to make your “lover” happy goes straight to the big man’s pocket, that is way I never had or never will have a crush” oh boy was that a lie.

Eddie has been hung up on the same girl since 8th grade. Y/N L/N. Just like him you were an outcast, a nerd. Your older brother was the founder of Hellfire and was very welcoming to Eddie. Sophomore year, your brother graduated and passed on the torch to you. Eddie was head over heels for you but was too scared that you did not like him. Oh boy was he wrong. After having many talks with Uncle Wayne, he was ready to ask you out. He asks you to meet him in the Hellfire room but then he got the worst news of his life, he failed senior year. He spent the rest of the day in his van smoking and fell asleep. When he woke up it was 5 pm and ran out and the parking lot was empty, your car was nowhere to been found. He apologized the next day and asked to talk to you again tonight, but you were busy. He never got the courage again then you graduated leaving him behind.

He got home we you on his mind, as if Uncle Wayne were reading his mind “You would never believe who I saw at the store today” “Who” “Y/N L/N” Eddie’s heart skipped a beat hearing your name “Really?” “Yeah, she said she has been in town for about a month-” “Do you know how long she is staying” “Boy I did not ask her 21 questions” Eddie got a ran to his room “What are you doing” Eddie comes out with a nicer shirt on, his wallet, and a letter “Doing something I should have done a long time ago.

You have watched the boys every Friday and Saturday since they were 5. It was always Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Will and you at your house or the wheeler’s basement playing D&D and watching movies. Even though you would have thought that you would stop watching the boys since they were now in high school but nope here there are. You plated the food for Mike, Dustin, and Lucas you almost grabbed a four plate out of habit for will, oh how you missed Will. Then the doorbell rang followed by rapid knocking. “Boys come eat” the three boys ran to the dining room. You open the door not excepting the person who was on the other side

“Eddie?” he was frozen, how could you get more beautiful he thought. “Earth to Eddie” as you wave your hand in front of him. “Oh, sorry hi hey how are you” “I am doing great you?” “I am doing good oh oh these are for you” he brings beautiful boutique of red roses to your face. “Oh, wow thank you Eddie” “No problem I heard that they are the symbol of love so-” “EDDIE?” You both look behind you to see the boys staring at you guys. “Eddie what are you doing here with roses?" says mike Eddie’s face flushed a bright red “I- um – I – Well you see- I was-” “Boys go eat your dinner” “But-” “Now” they walk into the dining room but stay near the wall to hear you guys. “ I didn’t know you knew the freshman” “Yes those are my boys remember the littles one I used to babysit” “ Oh my god those are them” “Yeah isn't it crazy, but why did you stop by” “Oh yea well um listen so the night I stood you up I wanted to tell you something but then something happened, you the whole not graduating thing, then you got busy so um-” he spins and fishes something out of his pocket “ Here!” He gave you a letter. “What is this” “Read it, it will they you everything that I was going to tell you and so much more” he starts walking away until you pull his jacket “Stay, let me read it with you here with me” “Oh um yeah sure” he nervously laughs.

Dear Y/N I haven't got you out of my mind since the first day we met. I have been wanting to tell you this for so long but scared that your brother will banish me, or you just plain out would like me so here I goes. I really really really I could write so many really and it still would express how much I like you. You are funny, smart, beautiful, and so many more things and I really like you so much so will you give me a chance and go on a date with me? -Eddie M

“Wow Eddie why didn’t you tell me this before” “I was too scared really” “Well that suck” “Sucks?” “Yeah because if you would have told me before you would have had yourself a girlfriend maybe now if you ask so kindly” “Wait really you like me too” “Duh” “Oh wow in that case Y/N L/N will you please let me, Eddie Munson, take you on a date and have the best night of your night” “ Yes” You make arrangements then kiss him on the cheek. The boys run to their seats as they are here the door closed “What” you look that the boys “Nothing” they say in unison. Oh boy were they going to tease Eddie Monday at school.

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petitelepus · 2 months

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Old Friends, New Lovers? Part 1

MODERN!HAGANEZUKA HOTARU X FEM!READER

Summary: You and Haganezuka go way back. You were childhood friends and these days you are both teachers at Kimetsu Academy. The only thing is that you have the worst luck when it comes to finding love and Haganezuka is starting to get enough about it. Things happen and you finally end up together. Now it should be smooth sailing from here on forth, right? A lighthearted story about you and Haganezuka banging here and there and other sweet stuff like that.

Warnings: Cursing, Drinking, Smoking, Vomit

A/N: Modern!AU, Female Reader, Teacher Reader, Teacher Haganezuka, From Friends To Lovers, Tengen Uzui, Kyojuro Rengoku, Goto, Gyomei Himejima, Kanae Kocho, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Kyogai

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4

It was Friday and the students were already on their way home to spend their weekend away from school. That left teachers to fill in last-minute reports and grade essays, projects, and exams. The teachers were mostly minding their own business when you suddenly slammed the door to the teacher's office open and then shut behind you.

"I AM PISSED!" You exclaimed out loud and your colleagues turned to look at you as you frowned, "Who is going out drinking with me today?!"

The teachers glanced at each other and hands rose one by one. You huffed and nodded, "Great! I'm gonna-!" You were about to say when suddenly the office door slid open and a student peeked inside, "Miss, I need your signature on my paper…"

"Ah-!" You put on a kind smile and nodded as you followed the student out of the office, "Of course, lead the way."

As you left to aid the student, the teachers shared glances with each other.

"What was that about?" Goto asked and many sighed.

"I guess she got dumped again." Tengen thought out loud and Gyomei frowned sadly, "Again?"

"Wasn't she just recently seeing someone?" Kyogai asked and Sanemi nodded, "Yeah. Looks like this one didn't work out for her either."

"She has been this way ever since elementary school." Haganezuka grunted, "She would always chase after boys or girls she liked and then end up heartbroken when they wouldn't return her feelings. Same thing in college."

"Oh right, you guys are childhood friends, right?" Kanae asked and the masked teacher scoffed, "She's a pain in the ass, that's what she is."

"Yeah, you've known her the longest!" Tengen laughed, "Maybe the two of you should date-!"

The art teacher didn't get to finish his sentence when the office's door slid open and you entered the room. To your colleagues' confusion, instead of complaining or shouting, you burrowed yourself into paperwork.

"Are you alright, young lady?" Kyojuro asked and you growled, never taking your eyes off the papers before you, "Yeah, just gotta get these done and I can clock myself out and then go and try to forget this douchebag ex…!"

The teachers glanced at each other but then focused on their own work. The only one who kept looking at you was Haganezuka, but even he focused back on his work before anyone could notice.

Later that night you and your colleagues had gathered in your favorite restaurant slash bar to enjoy good food and drinks. The night was going well, despite it being your way to take out some steam.

"I hate that bastard!" You exclaimed as you chugged your drink, "I gave him two months of my life and he goes and starts seeing his coworker!?"

"Again?" Tengen asked, "What happened to that woman you were seeing just a while ago?"

"Oh, don't get me started!" You shouted, but it was too late, "She said I was nice, but she wasn't looking for something long-term! Apparently, I was just her rebound after she had a nasty breakup!"

"Sounds like you have poor luck when it comes to men or women." Obanai grumbled and you nodded, the alcohol making your mood whimsical and sad all of a sudden, "What am I doing wrong? I'm nice, I have a good job and I'm pretty!"

You pouted as you looked at your colleagues sadly, "I am pretty, right?"

"You're very beautiful." Kanae nodded with a small smile, "But you know, you don't need to be dating someone all the time? You can be single for a moment if you want?"

"You don't get it Kanae… I'm already 36, and I'm not getting any younger!" You cried out, "It's time for me to find love, settle down, maybe pop out a kid or two, and just…"

"Just?"

"I don't know…" You murmured sadly as you drank the rest of your drink in one go and then got up, "I'm going out for a second. I need to get some fresh air."

Your colleagues nodded and didn't pay any mind to you as you got up and stepped outside for a moment. It was already dark, but you didn't mind it. You dug out a cigarette pack from your jacket's pocket, grabbed one, and placed it between your lips before lighting it. You knew that cigarettes were a horrible habit, but you had to blow off some steam or in this case smoke.

"Why the fuck am I this way?" You grumbled quietly by yourself as you blew out some smoke.

"Because you are an idiot, that's why." Came a familiar voice and you turned and saw a familiar Hyottoko mask looking in your direction.

"Haganezuka?" You frowned as your childhood friend settled next to you, content to just watch you smoke. You frowned, "What are you doing here?"

"You always smoke after a breakup." He replied, ignoring your question. You grunted and took a drag of your smoke, "It's a bad habit of mine. Always has been."

"Oh yeah? I remember that you started to smoke to impress a guy." Haganezuka reminded you and you frowned as you remembered that crush who didn't even know you existed. You still remember how you had left him a love letter, but another girl had taken credit for it. Those two were probably married and had kids by now.

"Don't remind me…" You crumbled, suddenly getting a bad taste in your mouth and it wasn't just the cancer stick. You decided that you didn't want it anymore. You groaned as you dropped the cigarette and stepped on it with your shoe.

"Fuck it, I'm-" You were saying when you suddenly felt your balance shift and you almost tripped on your own feet. You would have hit the ground if it wasn't for Haganezuka quickly catching you.

"Alright, I think you've had enough!" The man snapped and you groaned as you felt alcohol really hit you. Talk about a sneak attack.

"I'm taking you home." Haganezuka said and you groaned as you tried to stand up on your own, "Just give me a second, I gotta go and pay my tab and-!"

"It's already taken care of." The man said and you looked at him in awe, "You paid my bill?"

"You better pay me back." He grunted and you rolled your eyes, "I will, I will."

The two of you left and as you were walking, you found yourself leaning against Haganezuka's side, enjoying his body's warmth and how stable he felt.

"You're a good friend, you know that?" You thought out loud as you looked at your friend who just grunted. You hummed as you smiled, "You always have been. Even when we were kids, you would always look after me."

"That's because you were a huge crybaby."

"Still… You always took me into your games and such."

"Because you would cry if I didn't include you."

"Ah, memories," You chuckled, "Where did I go wrong?"

"I don't know and I don't care."

"So cruel…!" You whined, and Haganezuka groaned, his patience wearing thin, "Fine! You want to know what's wrong? You fall in love far too easily and with assholes and idiots out of all people!"

"Mean..!" You pouted, "When did my dating become your business?"

"It becomes my business when you always end up with a broken heart!" The man snapped and you were tempted to snap right back at him but you looked as saw that you were already by your apartment building. Haganezuka took you to the front door and you told him the code that the door needed to open.

Once inside, the two of you took an elevator to your floor and walked to your front door. You dug out your keys from your pocket and inserted them into the lock and with a click, your front door opened.

"Thank you for taking me- Whoa, what are you-?" You were interrupted as Haganezuka followed you inside your apartment.

"I need to use the toilet." He grunted as he took his shoes off and you sighed, "First door on the right, you know it."

The man nodded as he went to use your toilet slash bathroom and you made your way to your small kitchen. You glanced at the clock on the wall and noted that it wasn't as late as you had thought. You peeked at your fridge and you were pleased to see a half bottle of vodka and many bottles of Cola.

You heard the toilet being flushed and you peeked to see Haganezuka step out of your toilet.

"Hey, if you don't have anything better to do then would you like to stay and help me finish this bottle?" You asked as you showed your vodka bottle to your friend.

"Why the fuck do you have a bottle of vodka in your fridge?" He asked, and you pouted, "Are you gonna drink it with me or shall I finish it myself?"

"…Fine!" Haganezuka grunted as he walked to your living room and you joined him on your couch with two glasses, a bottle of Cola, and vodka. You poured your glasses full and handed him his vodka-Cola.

"Bottoms up!" You clinked your glass against his and took a long sip of your drink. Haganezuka groaned as he took off his mask and placed it on your coffee table before taking a sip himself.

You immediately looked at him and smiled at the sight of the handsome face he hid behind that funny mask of his. "You're really handsome, you knew that?"

"I don't care." He grunted and you chuckled, "Shame. You would make someone really happy."

Your friend grunted something under his breath and you took your chance to take a sip of your drink.

"I want to ask you something." Haganezuka looked at you with those pretty orange eyes of his, "And I want you to be honest with me. No bullshit or such!"

You hummed thoughtfully, wondering what he wanted to ask, before nodding, "What do you want to know?"

"Why did you never chase after me?"

You blinked, taken aback by his question. It was not a question you expected him out of all people ask.

"You are my friend-!"

"I said no bullshit," He snapped and you frowned, "I didn't-!"

"Tell me the truth or I'll squeeze it out of you!"

"But I… Fine!" You pouted stubbornly as you averted your gaze from him, "Because you were my only friend and I didn't want to chase you away like I chased everyone else I liked…"

You blushed as you realized just how pathetic you sounded… And you blushed even worse when you realized that you just told your friend how you liked him.

"Idiot." Haganezuka grunted as he took a sip of the drink in his hand, "As if you could ever chase me away."

"W- what was that?" You couldn't understand what you heard. Did Haganezuka like you?

"What do you think?" He shot right back at you and you froze, "I… I don't know?"

"Let me explain it to you so that even you can understand…!" Haganezuka growled as he looked at you, "Do you have any idea how annoying it is to listen to you talk about finding someone to love when I am right here!?"

You blinked, confused and the alcohol in your systems didn't help you at all. Nope, if anything, it made things harder for you to read and understand.

"What do you want?" You asked and Haganezuka frowned as he took your drinks and placed them on the table. You were about to repeat your question, but he grabbed your face and kissed you without any warning.

You felt your eyes widen, but slowly you let them close and you found yourself kissing him back. It was a very simple kiss, but for some reason, it filled your stomach with butterflies unlike any other kiss ever did.

Slowly and reluctantly, Haganezuka pulled away from the kiss and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"I want to be your lover." The man said and you stared at him with your eyes wide.

Those butterflies..! They were coming back, and-!

"Hrk!" You slammed a hand over your mouth and bolted, running straight to the toilet and letting it all out. Haganezuka flinched as he heard you hurl and he decided that you had enough to drink. So while you were getting rid of everything in your stomach, he took your drinks and bottle of vodka and poured them all into the kitchen sink.

He heard you flush the toilet and walked into the bathroom to see you hugging your toilet seat like your life depended on it.

"Had enough?" Haganezuka asked, not resisting a chance to tease you. You groaned weakly before your body convulsed and you dry-heaved, but nothing came out.

"I'm…" You gagged, "I'm never drinking again…!"

"Alright, come here you drunk," Haganezuka helped you up on your feet and took you to your bedroom.

"Hotaru…" You whined and whimpered as he tucked you under the blanket and as soon as your head hit the pillow, you fell asleep. Haganezuka stared at you for a second before he grunted and left your bedroom, opting to sleep on your couch so he could make sure that you remembered this night tomorrow.

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yurfavmommy · 1 year

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I uploaded a couple of chapter to my Severus Snape shorts on Wattpad, but I didn’t even think of adding them here. Here it is

Warnings: Smut :) 18+

Sweet Dreams Princess

It's another Friday afternoon and you're making your way to your last class of the day. Potions. You knew just about everything you needed to know and then some when it came to the crafts of potions, but the potions weren't what really interested you in class. The tall, strong, dark and mysterious professor that taught the class was though indeed. He was the only one on your mind most of the time. You didn't think you were obsessed, but the more you thought about the professor over the years, the more you wondered what he was like when he wasn't so stuck up in the ass. You also realized being kind wasn't going to work fast enough.

You walked to the door of the class and pulled your skirt up right above your knees and straightened your posture. You made sure to be late a few minutes to set the trap. You bust through the door to make your dramatic entrance and of course all eyes are on you. You couldn't help but notice Professor Snape shooting his head up and shooting you a glare that could kill. "Ms. Y/N. Why. Are. You late to my class? Actually save it. Detention 8 o'clock. Don't be late." You had never had a detention before and it does make you nervous, but you wanted your plan to work out.

Today you were all brewing a sleeping draught. Pretty simple for you. When you had walked into class you had chose the empty seat right in front of his desk because you knew nobody wanted to sit there. Not even Hermione. It helped out with your plan. When you were walking to get your ingredients, you had tripped and caught yourself on your professors desk. You knew not responding to Snape's question asking if you were alright would annoy him, but of course he made sure to ask as well as throw in an insult as well. You just picked yourself up and walked away to the store room to grab what you needed. Now you didn't plan for one of the ingredients to be in the top shelf, and you pulled your skirt down just a pinch to not flash yourself to anyone. Your legs were showing a lot, but not your underwear. As you went to reach the item you needed a long arm with a black sleeve grabbed it first startling you. You quickly got off your toes and turned quickly knocking a vile off of a shelf.

You winced because you knew you were in for it. "Ten points from Y/H and your detention just changed to 7:00pm sharp. If you are late the consequences won't be merciful." You took this to your advantage. "It's your fault the vile fell from the shelf. If you got my attention before getting so close this would have been avoided. And I will be here at 8. I'm rather busy not caring about what the bat has to say." You knew saying this was very inappropriate. You knew it would send him almost over the edge, but what you did next you knew put the cherry on top of the cake. You maneuvered around him and slipped out of the room. You grabbed your bag and got out just before he could say something, and oh boy you knew your ass was grass.

You were one of Snape's top students. You had never stepped out of line, and you knew how to mind your own business. Your grades didn't change over the course of the three weeks you started to change. You knew he knew that you were acting out, but that didn't stop you. To be honest you only thought your plan out so far, and you didn't actually think past this moment. It was like you were afraid he wouldn't be interested back. He did give you special treatment sometimes and now it's going to be down the drain. When you got back into your dorm you decided to dress normal for detention. Your attitude wasn't based off of how you dress, and you weren't very comfortable wearing the revealing clothes around the school. You made the point you wanted.

It was 6pm and dinner started 30 minutes ago. You weren't going and a house elf politely brought some food up to you. You were thinking of what Snape will say and you were thinking of chickening out. You knew you'd be toast if you did skip. You finished your dinner and started to get ready. You just went with some leggings/jeans and a t-shirt/blouse (whatever you want really). You were slow to the room and once you got there you walked in. The first few steps into the room and the door slammed shut so loudly you nearly jumped out of your skin. 'Just breath' you kept telling yourself. You didn't even have much time to turn until Snape was glaring at you and he grabbed your shirt and forced you into a chair.

His steps were heavy as he walked to the front of his desk and leaned against it with his arms crossed against his chest in a way that made your stomach drop. You were sitting with your hands tight in your lap trying to steady your breathing, when he swiftly moved to hovering just inches from your face. His eyes were looking into yours with an angry but questionable look in them. You know he's trying to search into your mind to see if he could see why you've been acting the way you have. His next words sent shivers down your spine. "You will never disrespect me again. Understood?" You were frozen and didn't know what to say. You shouldn't be thinking about his lips on yours at a time like this. "UNDERSTOOD?" His voice was deeper the second time, and your eyes glazed over just the slightest, and that's when the lightbulb went off inside of his head, and you could see it.

Had your cover been blown already? What do you say? What should you do? With that final statement the only thing you could do was give out a soft "okay". He was still staring at you, but with the couple of inches he's moved back he's still staring at you. It was weird to you. Almost like a trance. What is he thinking? When was the last time you blinked? You seemed to get pulled back into reality a little and blinked quickly a few times relieving yourself of the burn you felt in your eyes just moments ago. Why was he just staring at you? It hits you. Snape is basically a master when it came to reading minds. A legilimens. This whole time you were worried about the wrong thing, and now you know he knows, and now he knows that you know he knows.

In an instant he's turned around and walked up to an empty wall in his classroom and was already saying a spell revealing a black elegant door. Are those his living quarters? Your eyes snapped up to him when he approaches you again. "How childish of you to play these games. You're just like all of those other brats. You want attention? Get. Up. Now." He has you by the wrist and he's pulling you to the black door slightly pushing you inside. When you turn to him he has the door shut and locked. He's swift on his feet backing you up into the wall nearest. "Is this what you wanted? For me to give into your teenage mood swings? You want to be the bitch that I get to walk on my leash?" You didn't necessarily like when people called you names so vulgar, but he picked up on that and smirked. At this point there was no need to close your mind off because he's seen everything. The daydreams of you and him. Even the embarrassing ones of you and him staying together forever.

He grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. "Are you going to be a good girl for me or are you going to need punished?" You nod to him. "Speak. Are you going to be a good girl for me?" You lick your lips. "Ye-yes." his smirk turns into a small smile. "Yes what?" Your breath hitches. "Yes. Sir." He gives you a small but affectionate kiss. "You may call me Severus Y/N." Between the heat in the air and the way he says your name you know you're in for it now. His lips move to yours again and he moves one hand to the small of your back while the other is running up and down your side. You cant help the small moan that comes out of your mouth.

"Why are you being so shy now? You had no problem acting the way you did in my classroom earlier today." He's now kissing small kisses down your chin to the tops of your collarbone. Your mind is in shambles and you cant think of an answer. He's teasing you and it makes a blush spread across your cheeks. "You're already a mess for me." He ushers you to follow him to the bed in his room and he lightly pushes you down on the bed to resume kissing you and rubbing your now exposed skin. "Your body is beautiful and all mine." He slides your pants off and throws them into the corner of the room. You place yourself on your elbows while he makes his way in between your legs going back to kissing your neck.

His hand make their way to rub up and down the insides and outsides of your thighs and you can just feel yourself dripping for contact on your aching pussy. He doesn't touch it and moves to take your shirt off and then your bra leaving you in only your underwear. "You're being such a good girl for me princess." He knows just what to say to you to make you feel more needy for him. He takes one of your breasts into his hand and bends down to suck on your nipples. His free hand is traveling slowly up your inner thigh just barely grazing your heat with each stroke. It almost feels too much for you. The teasing. He finds a sensitive spot on your side and starts to leave little marks from his kisses. He does the same thing again but only on your thigh so close to the area that's begging for stimulation. You throw your head back biting your lip to hold in your moans. Severus knows you're trying to hold them in so he moves up to your ear. "I want to hear you say my name in those pretty moans of yours."

When he starts kissing your neck again you cant hold them in anymore. "Severus I need you." Your breathing and moans are growing in sound from his touch. "You need me to what Y/N?" You didn't want to say it. "What do you want me to do? I'll stop if you won't tell me." Your lust filled eyes meet his. "I want you to make me yours." His eyes light up with recognition. "Is my princess a virgin." You nod. "Yes, but I want you so bad. Please." Severus nods in approval, and stands starting the process of unbottoning his robes. you sit up and start to unbutton the for him. "Not being so shy now huh?"

Being honest you weren't shy at all. You trust Severus and you know you're safe and he won't hurt you. You get to the last button and he then takes his shirt off revealing his toned chest. Next you were a little shy reaching for the button of his pants, but you wanted to be with him so it didn't matter. You pulled his pants to his knees and he helped you take them off of him only leaving him in his boxers. You could see his bulge huge now without the compression from his pants restricting it from view. When you started to pull his boxers down you were getting more excited. The feelings you've been holding in for so long you have to no longer. His member sprung out from his boxers and you grew hungrier for him.

He went to move you to lay back down but you stayed up wanting to touch him too. "Are you sure you want to this time?" He was asking not expecting you to want to, but you nodded and put your hand on the shaft of his dick and started slowly moving it back and forth. You were contempt when he moved his head back and let out a soft deep moan. Next you placed a soft kiss on the tip of him and slowly lapped your tongue around his head. He moved his head quick to look at you in bewilderment of your actions. You placed more of his throbbing member into your mouth and hollowed your cheeks to start moving back and forth.

When you looked up at his face he was staring at you with so much feeling it made you wetter. "You're doing so well princess. It feels so good." After getting used to seeing him you took your mouth off with a 'pop'. Severus leaned down and connected his lips with yours moving you back onto the middle of the bed. He trailed long sloppy kisses all the way down to your heat, and kissed that too sending a shiver down your spine. He placed both hand on your underwear and pulled them off revealing your soaking cunt. He put his hand under your thighs and spread your legs apart kissing them. His hot breath was making you squirm and now he finally sent a slow lick up your cunt. That made your body jolt and your hand immediately found their way to his hair.

His licks were getting faster and he started to suck on your clit sending you into a spiral of pleasure. Something was bubbling up inside of you and you only have ever felt it when you were alone by yourself. Someone else doing it for you was magic to you. Severus hums onto your pussy. "You taste so wonderful princess." All of the name calling and gentleness is sending you over the edge. "Do you want to cum for me princess?" He takes two fingers and glides them into you while still sucking on you. Your moaning has doubled in sound and you know you're about to cum. "Please can I cum Severus? Please." You don't think you can hold it in longer. "Cum for me princess. Cum for me." Your legs start to shake and you're sent into your first orgasm of the night. You were biting your lip so hard and grabbing onto his hair. When you were coming down from your high he removed his hands and crawled up to your face to cradle it and give you more kisses.

These kisses were more lustful and urgent. "Are you ready for my cock princess?" You nod your head still needy for more. "Yes. Please! I need you now." You closed your eyes when you felt the tip of his penis start to push inside you. He slides more of himself in and you opened your eyes when you realized it doesn't really hurt much. You move your hips silently asking for more and he gives it to you. He's fully inside you and starts to move back and forth slowly picking up a steady pace. You grab his face and start to make out with him. While his hand works its way to your clit the other is cradling the back of your head. You're meeting his thrusts now and he's a moaning mess just as much as you are.

"Can we try another position?" With that he turns you over and has you get on your knees. When he re enters you he's deeper than before. You open your mouth and dig your face into the bed digging your fingers into the sheets. This is way better than you could have ever imagined it to be. "You make me feel so good princess. Thats my good girl." His thrusting is getting faster and you can feel him reach down to rub your clit. "I want you to cum for me again Y/N. Cum for me on my cock" Not seconds later you're cumming on his cock. He keeps thrusting making your orgasm last longer as you are crying out in the sheets. "Yes. Yes. YES! Oh my god." Severus must be getting close too because his thrusting is getting uneven. "Cum for me Severus."

Severus quickly pulls out and releases his seed onto you. His moans filling the room for the final time that night. You guys were left panting and tired. He says a spell cleaning up the mess he just made and grabs you pulling you close to him. He keeps stroking your hair and saying sweet nothings to you. "You did so well Y/N. I might just have to keep you forever." His gives you a sweet kiss and pulls the covers over your naked bodies. "Sweet dreams Princess." You fell asleep so comfortable and with a smile on your face.

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Was this pretty cringe or okay? I’ll upload another story if this turns out okay :) sorry if there’s some spelling mistakes or I used words that make you cringe lol

#severus x reader #severus snape x reader #severus x y/n #severus snape

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Younger brother's idol - Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: You and your slightly younger brother Mike Wheeler were almost opposites, but after you both got into highschool together and he started to become very close with an old crush of yours you can't help but take the opportunity to finally tell Eddie how you feel much to your brothers protest

warnings: Cussing, you and Mike fighting alot, Eddie being a cute soft boy

a/n:

Mike Wheeler, your younger brother, your older sister and parents always joked about you being the middle child, born on Mike’s birthday but the same year as Nancy, her only being a couple months older than you leaving her at 19, you at 18, and your younger brother at 15.

“Come on! Nancy already left us! Twenty minutes ago you’re lucky moms letting me take her car!” You yelled up the stairs towards your younger brother huffing loudly checking the time again, if you didn’t leave right you wouldn’t have time to stop and see Eddie before school started. You watched Mike run down the stairs quickly wearing the familiar Hellfire T-shirt “Eddie needs his shirt tonight. I don’t know why you even took it” Mike said harshly as he grabbed his water bottle following you outside and into the car. “Because, your dumbass ‘accidentally’ split your chocolate milk on my shirt Friday and unlike you I don’t have my head up his ass everyday so he’s getting it back today” you sassed flipping him off as you pulled out of your driveway heading towards the school quickly. “Do you know how disrespectful it is to parade yourself around in front of the dungeon master?” Mike asked as you finally pulled into your parking spot next to Nancy’s. “Well, I haven’t heard Eddie complain once, and if I’m not wrong, he asks about me everytime he sees you” you teased ruffling his hair as you got out waving towards the group of guys huddled around the familiar beat up van Eddie owned and at the head of the circle was just the man you were looking for.

Eddie smiled stepping over a bit opening his arms as a welcome “Tiny Wheeler, Y/n” His voice greeted you as you finally were about ten feet from him, Mike going over to the group most likely to talk shit about you to Dustin, you and Mike weren’t close, whenever he was born toddler you was upset you had to share a birthday, and you still swear since then he’s thought he could get away with having everything as him. You wanted to prove to him so bad that he could share his friends and not always say mine mine mine, so whenever he started to hang out with Eddie Munson you saw your chance. You smiled at the taller brunette offering his hellfire shirt back to him “I washed it, figured you wanna clean shirt for your big campaign tonight, good luck with the vecna battle tonight!” You smiled waving as you rushed inside after Robin and Nancy, not before sending a smirk towards Mike. You weren’t big on dnd, hell you didn’t completely understand what a Vecna was, but you had overheard Mike on the phone the other night and you knew it’d get under his skin.

“You and Munson huh?” Robin teased nudging you with her elbow “y/n’s been crushing since eighth grade and she watched him play guitar, plus it pisses Mike off which she loves” Nancy explained smiling towards you making you huff “I’m not..trying to get with Eddie because Mike..I like Eddie he’s weird and cute” you whispered feeling your face heat up in embarrassment “mmm maybe it’ll work out in your favor” Robin teased poking your sides before leaving to her class “you don’t think..?” You whispered looking towards your sister “oh she is” Nancy smiled kissing your head before going to her class leaving you to find your home room.

The first half of School went by pretty quick, and finally your long awaited lunch break was here, the cafeteria was loud with noise, sounds of kids getting their food and sitting down, different conversations but you could only hear one voice, the rest was muffled, Eddie was talking to the guys about the campaign and somebody else, you couldn’t hear word for word but you could make out some. “Y/n!” Robin called motioning you over, you smiled at her walking closer to her table, as you sat down you could’ve swore Eddie was watching you. “Lover boys staring, y/n..” Robin teased looking at you as Nancy sat down “you didn’t say anything to him did you? I know you have him in math, don’t you lie to me Robin” you threatened playfully pointing towards her.

Eddie sat at his table, watching as you looked at Robin pointing at her saying something quietly but you had one hell of a glare, he wouldn’t admit it because you were his friend’s sister but he had this fascination with you, gripping his T-shirt under the table he smirked to himself, thinking about you wearing his shirt around your house, Mike giving you dirty glares everytime he saw you. Eddie wasn’t stupid, he knew what you were doing, he caught the whispers and dirty glares you both sent to each other when you thought he wasn’t looking.

Your conversation lasted a good ten minutes before Eddie was standing on his lunch table ranting about playing sports or being in band. “Hey! You want something, freak?” Jason asked standing up standing right in front of your table, Eddie smirked throwing his fingers in his hair to represent devil horns before sticking his tongue out towards Jason, pulling his hands away and smiling towards you as he jumped down off the table, Smiling to yourself blushing you started to play with your plastic sliver-ware.

“Really dude?…my sister?” Mike grumbled under his breath looking towards Eddie “you know if you start dating her my dad is gonna kill you?” He spoke up looking towards Eddie, it was one thing for you to flirt with his best friend but it was different when you both flirted towards each other. “It’s too late, Ed’s already got the hots for Wheeler’s sister!” Gareth yelled laughing, you looked over quickly catching eyes with Eddie before smiling looking down as he winked towards you.

You wouldn’t see Eddie again until you dropped Mike off for their campaign, pulling up to the school building yet again you sighed “I’ll wait out here..go ahead have fun” you said looking towards Mike, he stopped for a moment looking at you “you’re not gonna follow? Try and distract Eddie then entire time?” He asked getting out slamming the door looking through the window “no..he’s your friend..I realize I need to lay off a little with trying to tag along with you everytime” you smiled letting him go in peace rolling up his window smirking to yourself. You saw Eddie’s van screeched to a stop a couple parking spots across from yours, quickly getting out trying to pulling on his vest as quick as possible winking at you as he ran past. Hours past before you finally saw the other van in the parking lot, somebody sitting in the driver seat watching you until you had glanced over catching their eyes for a moment. You don’t know why but your heart started to pound in your chest and suddenly your flight or fight kicked in, quickly getting out of the car you rushed towards the side door entrance, you heard the other car door shut and footsteps quickly catching up after you catching your arm right before you got to the door handle. “Give me all your money or I swear to god I’ll kill you right here” The man’s voice rasped, you could smell the liquor and booze on him and it made you have to hold back a gag as you rushed to pull your wallet out handing it to him along with your mom’s car keys before rushing inside, not noticing the cut on your side.

Your shoes clattered loudly against the hard tiled floors as you rushed towards the only room with a light on. Panting, trying to catch your breath your eyes met Eddie’s and your brother’s. “Y/n? Can you seriously not leave my friends and I alone for!?-“ Mike stopped once he took in your shaken state quickly tipping his chair over to get to you “are you okay?..what the hell happened?” He asked looking at you glancing back at Dustin and Eddie who were up, Eddie already heading outside to see what the fuck happened outside. “I-I’m sorry M-Mike I was gonna stay out in the car but this dude…kept watching me and when I got out t-to come inside h-he took my wallet b-but he was drunk a-and I didn’t have any money but-..mom’s car keys…” you whispered in fear looking at Mike tearing up “she’s gonna be so mad, Mikey..” you whimpered as Mike hugged you tightly “she’s not gonna be mad…” he assured you stepping away whenever Eddie walked in looking at you “no signs of him but your car is still there” Eddie explained “are you okay?..” he added on holding your chin gently “y-yea I-I’m just..scared” you mumbled Eddie hugging you tightly “well I mean if what the news says is true then it looks like you’ve got a whole bunch of demonic Satan worshippers here for you so..you have no need to feel fear, m’lady” Eddie said softly looking at Mike who stared at you compelled to either say something to you or Eddie.

After they finished their game Eddie dropped you and Mike off at your house, Mike running inside to tell your mom, dad, and sister what had happened while Eddie leaned out of the window looking at you “you sure you’re gonna be okay Y/n?” Eddie asked watching you fidget with your purse “I think..I’ve got this..but uh..I like you…like a lot Eddie..I have since like..middle school..and I thought the silly crush went away but then Mike started to hang out with you which mean I constantly heard and saw you and-..” you were cut off by Eddie’s soft smile “just kiss me” he smiled humming in content whenever you pressed your lips against his, he cupped your cheek with his hand and you could feel the coolness of his rings pressing into your cheek. “Hey! That’s still my sister, Munson!” Mike yelled from the doorstep making you both laugh wiping your mouths “I gotta..go..see you..tomorrow?” You asked nervously looking at him “it’s a date, Princess” Eddie smiled before driving off down the road, you stayed in your spot for a moment, wanting to relive the moment over and over again.

After a night full of police reports and your father yelling at you for how the hell you got their car stolen, even going as far to blame Eddie before they finally let you and Mike go to bed. Walking up the hall and to the bathroom you and Mike both grabbed your toothbrushes “Mike..” you whispered glancing at him “I can’t believe you. I can’t have one single thing to myself” he grumbled as he brushed his teeth glaring at you through the mirror “Mike Wheeler. You have had everything handed to you your entire life, I’m so sorry your twenty year old friend took interest in your sister but you are fifteen! Stop acting like you’re in love with him or something” you argued, both of your voices muffled and gargled from the toothbrushes in your mouth, after you both spit and washed your mouth out you rushed to your room slamming the door and laying in bed.

The next day wasn’t any easier, you got a ride from Nancy to school but the glares from Mike never stopped, whenever you got to school the glares and rude comments just got worse. Lunch rolled around and for the first time Eddie had stopped you in your path inviting you to sit with him at his table with the others, slowly you sat your tray down looking at him “Eddie…I don’t..I dunno if this will work..I mean Mike is..really…really mad at me and I don’t wanna ruin your guys’s friendship” you said softly holding his arm “I’m sorry..” you added on before grabbing your tray and heading back to your table with Robin fighting back your own tears, one of the big things you wanted since middle school you finally got and had to let him go because your brother was butthurt.

The rest of the week was calm, nothing really out of the ordinary except Eddie’s stares, they were more intense, lasting for a lot longer than he normally would, whenever you finally got home from school Friday night Mike rushed into your room “you ruined him! Eddie just basically threw our entire campaign out!” He yelled glaring at you “you broke him! You fix it! We need this campaign! It’s the last month of school for Eddie!” He yelled at you, you just sat on your bed glaring at him for barging in “I don’t think I will, Mike..you wanted this..you always said you can’t have anything to yourself, there you go, there’s Eddie all to yourself” you explained calmly taking your glasses off “are you serious!? You practically led him on!” He yelled, that set you off, standing up quickly glaring at him “I didn’t do shit! We were both happy! Together! You wanted to throw a fucking tantrum because of it! You ruined Eddie! Not me!” You screamed, he went quiet staring at you before pulling his hellfire club shirt off throwing it in your floor before storming off. Slipping on your shoes you grabbed Nancy’s keys rushing down the steps sneaking past your parents and outside into your sister’s car. You weren’t sure exactly what you were doing, it was nine thirty, and you were supposed to be in bed yet here you were driving to Eddie Munson’s house in your bunny slippers.

Parking outside you took in Eddie’s van parked and all the lights in his trailer off, walking up you knocked softly waiting outside patiently holding your arms shivering as a rough chilly breeze hit your skin making goosebumps erupt. “Y/n?..” Eddie asked opening the door pulling you inside before shutting the door again “I..I really don’t understand you” he said running a hand through his hair “listen…Mike told me about you ending hellfire…” you said watching him sigh and cross his arms “I..I understand…If not…but it wasn’t right of me to end things just because my brother was mad..” you explained wiping your nose a bit “…you’re right” Eddie whispered “it wasn’t right..but…consider your invitation accepted” he said looking at you, You just laughed a bit hugging him tightly “you’re so weird” you mumbled feeling him kiss your head “next time..if Mike has a problem with us..tell me ahead of time before ending things before they even begin” Eddie laughed only feeling your head nod in agreement, maybe this could work?

#eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson #eddie x reader stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader

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paperboy-pb · 8 months

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"A Very Special Day" [Life Story]

[TW for: ableism against kids, internalized ableism, and mentions of suicidal ideation.]

9 years ago today, in the state of New York on September 5th, was my second day of 6th grade. Being a Special Ed kid, I was upset; my school, a K-8 that I had been with since the start and stayed with until the end, had always treated us so differently. And the world around me had promised that things would change once middle school began. But they hadn't. In fact, barely anything was new at all.

Same old baby talk from adults who saw me every day, but willfully ignored how big I had grown.

Same old bullying from my peers, disabled children who spent their days as pots calling kettles black, because no one had any intentions of teaching us better.

Same Adapted Phys Ed, getting ready to interrupt my morning reading every Monday, Wednesday, Friday; even though they'd promised to let me play in Gym with the rest of my class years ago by now.

Same old kids from the neighborhood filling up the rest of my grade, coming in smiling and laughing and oh so free in their new groups of 30. 30-something of them. 12 of us.

They'd even gotten some new kids from the K-5s around town. All of which seemed really nice. Man. Lucky them. Meanwhile, everything was so same-y that I'd considered running away from the school bus when it pulled up.

September 5th, 2014. Still kinda hot in Brooklyn. Sunny out there.

The day had gone bad. My classmates were talking FNAF, and being mean about things I don't remember. They flicked food at me during lunch while I tried to read and mind my own business. We weren't allowed to change seats, even though the rest of our grade got that privilege. It was supposed to be for all of us middle schoolers, but when I'd asked the day before, our lunch aide had no idea what I was on about. She suddenly insisted it was never a thing! While the rest of our grade was splitting into cliques behind her back, paying us no mind, knowing they'd somehow earned it and we didn't.

10-year-old me couldn't wait to go home.

By the end of the day, I was drained like no other. Head down on the desk and all. I was thinking, 2:20-something. Just a few more minutes.

God, why are things like this? Is it gonna get better later this year? I hope so, it's only the second day. Maybe it just starts bad!

Man, I miss summer already. I wish I spent today home all day eating onion ring chips again and playing Animal Crossi--

"Alright guys, listen up!" Said Mrs. Z, who would pretty much be our only teacher this year. (Meanwhile, everyone else got to have different people for different subjects.)

I don't remember her exact words. But she held up a white booklet with a bunch of kids holding hands and awkwardly smiling at us from the mostly-white cover. She said something about it being very important. And she ended her little stanza with, and I quote, "DON'T read these, alright? It's for your parents."

I think that one line changed the trajectory of my life.

As our para handed them out, my bookworm ass couldn't help but furrow my little brows. I'd had teachers assume certain books were "too hard" for me when they weren't, and get upset at me whenever I summarized the plot of them correctly. I'd had teachers tell me not to read other books during class, which was fair enough, I guess. But a teacher telling me not to read something at ALL?

Now THAT'S a new one...

It felt plasticy, not like paper. It's a packet, not a book. Six kids in a row, but none look like me, as usual. The cover said, "Family Guide To Special Education Services for School-Age Children. A Shared Path to Success." ...I don't think a title should be that long. Why not parentheses that end bit?

After that, we were dismissed. Me & some peers headed into the hallway down to the first floor to wait for our bus, and we chatted about it a little bit?

One was like, "Is this a report card or something?"

Another was like, "I guess?"

The first boy skimmed it, though, and saw nothing about him. Which eased his nerves.

A third asked me what I thought it was since I was the only kid who'd hit a Z-reading level. They figured I could make sense of it. And my first thought was boring adult stuff, or some sort of... after-school? Program? Thing? But I didn't really answer. I was too preoccupied with what Mrs. Z said.

What kind of teacher tells me not to read something? Give it to my parents is one thing, but specifically, "don't" read this? Dude! What doesn't she want me to see?

Everyone else had tossed the damn thing into their bookbags and zipped 'em up by now. We headed downstairs, and I couldn't help but notice that our 6th grade class was on the third floor; with a lot of grades 2-4 around us.

Meanwhile, the rest of the big middle school classes came down from higher up. It turns out that they all had their classes high up on the top floor. A bunch of bright minds floated down from above like they were that summer's fireflies, and we were the tips of night grass. Or maybe even worms, burrowing into the dirt and calling it a day.

...

By the time the bus was moving, I still had the packet in my hands. I was wondering why they all got to be up there and we didn't. We lived pretty close to Coney Island, after all: it must be cool seeing the parachute jump from the hallway window on your way down every day.

I barely had time to stuff the packet in my hands once we pulled up to my apartment.

If you've ever wondered what Kid Jonah was like, imagine some sort of hybrid between a miserable little nerd & the most optimistic goody-goody you've ever met. Like, yeah, I'd been in a few fights by this point, broken some rules behind their backs, but I was also... 10. And known for being "THE good kid" in front of teachers. I didn't like to defy them, you know? Even if they did always make me feel weird, or on-edge, or like I was a part of something bad.

So when I made a beeline for my room, I was like, Oh my God, I'm actually gonna do this...? And I didn't tell my parents a thing. I've kept the packet all this time and they STILL haven't read it!

But I did. I think I hesitated, but I remember opening it on my bed.

"Welcome.

Dear families, we've come a long way since our special education reform initiative, A Shared Path to Success, was launched citywide in 2012... we've also been changing hearts and minds as our core belief- that special education is a service, and not a place- has taken hold in our schools...

Section 1... Children learn at different speeds and in different ways. Some children have physical and/or intellectual disabili..."

WHAT?!

...

It was a really dense packet for a kid. Long, boring, seemed endless. But I understood the words. Especially that D one. And at the time, 10-year-old me knew it was a bad one.

I'd crossed the point of no return by then. I kept reading. And I didn't dare skip a word. "Intervention," "Special," "Disability," "Meeting," "Evaluation," "Eligibility," "IEP,"-- Hey, I know that word! IEPs are the dense things stapled to my report cards!

I remember the anger flaring in my heart, out my nose, widening my eyes once I got to the Eligibility bit. I thought, and I quote, "THEY THINK WE'RE DISABLED?!" I don't think words can articulate how insulted little 10-year-old me was!

...I don't think I can articulate how sad that is now, either. How do you instill such heavy ableism into a little boy like that? How do you live with yourself?

But I couldn't throw the book at the wall or take one of my mom's lighters to it like I initially wanted. Because I realized pretty quickly... Oh my God. This is it. These are THE ANSWERS! THIS IS WHY IT'S ALL HAPPENING!

I couldn't believe my eyes as I took it all in. The 13 disabilities that landed me and my friends in this mess, some of which matched up with certain kids I knew right away. But what really caught my attention were the services. Terms that I KNEW about. Things I engaged with. Things I... hated.

"Occupational Therapy." That nice older lady who takes me out of class every few days so I can play memory games, or play with this hand-gripper, or yank pegs outta this bright green putty.

"Paraprofessional Services"; those weird second-teachers that annoy us and only us, but never anyone else in the other classes. They're so stuck-up sometimes! And they never really seem to know how to leave us alone. Especially certain kids.

The stories I could tell about them all now... good fucking lord.

Physical Therapy; That's the one where the lady is always making me feel bad about things and do sit-ups or run drills in the hallway and stairwell... and do embarrassing stretches like people aren't walking by.

And she got upset with me because I brought a lunchbox every day for years; she told me, "You'll never be a big kid if you keep bringing food from home, Jonah!"

And I told her, "But my mom doesn't even make the sandwiches anymore! I make them for myself!"

And she was like, "But still!"

She also measures her footstep, saying it was a foot of distance. Like, 12 inches. But nuh-uh, it was never a foot! Her sneakers aren't that big. Rulers are longer. Why didn't she just get a measuring tape? What's this lady's problem?

The one that sunk my heart, though, was Adapted Phys Ed. The packet said it was "A specially designed program of developmental activities, games, sports, and rhythms suited to the interests, capabilities, and limitations of individual children who may now safely or successfully participate in the activities of a regular physical education program."

And I thought: ...That's the watered-down gym class I do three times a week.

The one where we do "challenges" like stepping into each hole of an agility ladder mat and doing a squat before moving to the next.

The one where we never play sports like everybody else gets to do.

The one that makes the gym teacher sit me out on the bleachers by myself, and watch literally everybody else I know have fun. And when I ask why, nobody tells me anything.

The one where I ask how I can improve in order to go play with everybody else, but nobody tells me anything.

The one where Mrs. D keeps promising me that I'll get to play with the rest of my class soon... but it never comes true.

This is why everybody acts so weird around us.

This is why we can't even talk to the rest of our grade.

This is why nothing ever changes...!

It all made sense. 10-year-old me couldn't feel the floor or the bed anymore. The back of my mind buzzed like shaken soda, fizzling against the back of my skull. I didn't cry. I didn't have tears. But I did sink down, down into the depths of I-don't-even-know-where.

I went time-traveling back to May of last school year, where a Special Ed kid the grade above me was saying to his classmate, "We're all just the kids nobody wants." But I didn't have context. Was this the context? He sounded like he was about to cry.

I went back to 4th grade when I headed into the bathroom and saw two kids from my grade walk by with papers promoting the talent show to everybody. I saw the text written on them clear as day! And I got excited; Our school's having a talent show? COOL! We must be getting those later today, too!

The papers never came.

I went back to 3rd grade, where paras would hover over our class during lunch, but nobody else's. They always stood tall above and between us, like they were a scarecrow keeping the birds of our grade away.

And there was so much. More. Than that.

...

I still wonder why Z didn't want me seeing that. Maybe she knew I would spiral or label myself. But at the same time... that's a learned behavior. Ableism is a hatred, and hatred is learned. From ADULTS. One that she and the rest of the school could at least try to curb if she noticed.

Z wasn't a bad lady. I think she was trying to protect me? But... we already knew we were being treated unfairly. Why would keeping this secret protect me?

The anger only lasted a little while. Because something else dawned on me.

I can't stay here.

This place had been upsetting me for YEARS. And now I knew that it was happening for a reason. A shitty one, but still... a reason. It's not just bad luck. And that it wasn't going to change unless I removed that reason from their minds.

I had to leave. Sound familiar?

The next day we had school? I was completely shaken up. Kinda surprised no one noticed. I was finally seeing just how deep this all went. The teachers smiling in my face, baby-talking, getting reallll close while having this sense of disgust in their eyes.

The staggering difference in numbers between "normal" classes and ours.

Our class locations.

I even found this board on the first floor that had a picture of every teacher and what they taught. Sure enough, "Special Education" was specified in the label for every teacher I'd ever had. I was even able to find the next teachers I'd have for Grades 7 & 8. And my blood went cold because I knew those two particular ladies were pretty mean.

My school was DEFINITELY failing that, "Special Ed is a service, not a place!" shit the state allegedly wanted to accomplish. It was a place. And I... was trapped.

And I couldn't stay trapped. Because as far as I knew, education was everything. I was a very academic little boy back then. And I didn't know what staying in a place like this could mean for my education later down the line.

I didn't want to find out.

I also didn't want my social life restricted like this. Especially since there weren't many kids who treated me well. I wanted freedom. I wanted independence. I wanted a chance to actually find real friends!

And this is sad, but... I was already very depressed by that age. Due to the nature of Special Ed at school. Had been since 8. And so... I made a plan in my bedroom the same night I found the packet:

I can't carry this environment with me into high school. I have to do anything-- EVERYTHING I can to get outta here by the time 8th grade starts! And if I fail... I can't finish 8th grade like that.

The Verrazzano Bridge and the walkway by the water, the one with the short fence that I can get right over, are only a fifteen minute walk from home. If I don't get out of Special Ed by 8th grade, then... I have to go out there and throw myself off. I have to kill myself. I have to...! Because I know for a fact I just can't. Stay. Here.

And I was serious. Dead-serious. Because I thought about it every day for the next 2 years straight.

...

That packet started it all for PB. And as sad as it is that I technically had to go behind adults' backs just to learn something about myself and where I was, I'm extremely glad it happened. Because it's also what kickstarted my interest in disability topics. My journey in learning who we were, what we were, and what we do & don't deserve.

It led to the first drafts of PB just under a year later, which set my life on a completely new path. Paperboy would not EXIST if it weren't for that day. Hell; I don't even know if my OTHER projects (like Weirder Than Usual) would, either!

That wasn't right. None of that was right. But it did give me a story to tell. One that you guys are finally starting to see!

And one that I'm very, very proud of.

Disability conversations are extremely important to me now. I don't think I'm the beacon of anti-ableism or anything like that. I know I've fucked up as I grew up, especially in my younger years. But this entire situation showed me how hush-hush the world likes to be about it. And while it's better now than it was in 2014, it ain't great yet.

And I think I owe it to 10-year-old Jonah to change that shit. Because when he googled "Special Ed makes me feel bad," he barely found anything.

It was definitely an experience I will never forget. And as you saw above, I still keep that packet with me to this day, and I always will, because of just how heavily it changed my life.

I have no idea where or who I'd be if it wasn't for that.

Happy 9th birthday, SpEd packet. Can't wait for the 10th!

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sl33paholics · 1 year

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Right Beside You, Always

Yan!Kakyoin x Black!fem reader

Warning(s): Fluff (at the beginning lol), yandere tendencies, manipulation, gaslighting, voyeurism, misuse of stands, mentions masturbation and sex

A/N: You know I was writing a smut Jotaro one this morning but I got bored so it's staying in the drafts until I get motivated to finish it.

Noriaki remembered the first time he encountered you. Watching you play in the box of sand by yourself as the other kids in the playground avoided being around you. It was obvious, because of your skin tone. They've never seen anything like it, not to mention your features. Hair that looked like it was on the rougher side, bigger eyes and nose, you just didn't resemble the type of people in their society. He remembered the exact words his mother told him "See? That girl is all playing alone, why not give her some company, Nori? You two could be friends." The young red-haired kid went over and sat next to you, and asked "Want to play together? Mother said both of us could be friends!" He was nervous since he wasn't the best at being social but was surprised to see your frown turn into a smile. "Okay!!" from that day on forward, the two of you were like two peas in a pot.

You played together, walked around the neighborhood together, colored together, had many sleepovers together, played video games together, and did everything together that you could think of doing together. He was the only kid in your neighborhood who saw you as an equal. You even transferred to his school to be close to him. Even though you couldn't see his other invisible friend, having your eyes on only him was enough to bring him enjoyment was more than happy to have someone that understood him. You became his best friend, his only other best friend in his childhood.

Fast forward, the two of you are now 17 years of age. Noriaki had gotten a firm, but strong figure over the years and for you on the other hand, he couldn't characterize how gorgeous you've gotten since you guys were kids. Wavy hair, curvy waist, firm breasts, and oh lord your ass. He'd catch himself staring at you for a long period you'd thought he was dying, not only that, your personalities are now complete opposites from back in the day. Noriaki stayed true to his introverted nature but you have grown to become a social butterfly, words can't describe how much he fucking loathes it. He felt like he was losing you to your now cool hip group of friends you now have, you were being invited to parties, and events, and you weren't spending enough time with your best— no, childhood friend!!

Don't get started about the boys at your school. Hell, don't even comment on any of them around the two. It always ticked him off how much enthusiasm these incels have to just walk up and talk to you as if he wasn't there?! Disrespectful little dicks! The horrendous comments they would make about your body while he sat quietly in his seat waiting for you to arrive at your classroom. "Those thighs are so beautiful, have you seen the way her stockings just squeeze them?" The first boy said. "Those boobs she has, I can only guess what color her bra is." the short-haired one chuckled, "You think she has a boyfriend? We can invite her to the party this weekend and give her some fun~" The third boy with slick back hair licked his lips. He vividly remembers snapping his pencil in half from all of the sickening comments, if he could, Noriaki wouldn't waste any time using Hierophant Green on these fools and most likely would, if there weren't too many witnesses.

"What do you mean it's not today, Nori?" a confused look appeared on your face as you watched him hand you the flyer "It said next Friday, not this Friday. Those fools you call friends can't even get good grades and mixed up the dates." you let out a disappointed sigh and put the flyer down before picking up your book bag and heading towards your locker. "Whatever. Let's go home, Nori." You said. Noriaki couldn't help but feel sorrow to see your depressed expression but the other half of him felt satisfaction, he was beginning to ruin your plans with the people he didn't want you to be around. Focus on him. He hates being alone, you know that (Y/N).

"Are you sure you were invited there?" Noriaki gave you a stern look, his hand on his hip while checking you out. "Yeah! I think," you responded "You think but you're not sure. If I remember correctly, you didn't attend the last few parties because they were either canceled or they set it on the wrong date. What makes you think they finally got it right this time?" Noriaki turned away from you, clearly showing his bitterness and disappointment. You stood there looking down at the ground, he was right after all. Oh, how silly you felt looking all fancy and cute for an event that wasn't even today! Silly (Y/N)! Little did you know, the wide smirk the red hair male had on his face after purposefully sabotaging your plans just for you to be with him for the day? Another win for Noriaki Kakyoin.

What other activity does this gamer do besides playing video games all day or even painting his favorite picture he took? Window Peeping, of course! This man wants to have his eye on you 24/7 and especially when you're home alone. It just so happens that your parents were away celebrating their anniversary and left you in charge of the house. Finally, some alone time in the house, right? Right? He wouldn't be there physically watching you through your window, oh no no no, you guys have neighbors! One wrong move then boom, he's in handcuffs.

That's when Hierophant Green comes into play. Noriaki knows the time you head into the showers and is prepared to meet you there. Hierophant was his eyes. The camera was rolling, and you turned on the shower before taking off your shirt and skirt along with everything else. The camera quickly got a better view of your chest and the rest of you. You were perfect, you were flawless! You had curves he won't stop admiring was enamored by how smooth your legs looked, and the rest of you were just...perfect. He wanted to touch you, taste you, and fuck you. He wanted to be inside you, he wanted to be the one making love to you. He wanted to be the one providing you pleasure. He wanted to be the one making you scream his name. He wanted to be the one making you cum.

By now you were in the shower, the water hitting your skin and your once-dried hair now wet, the jiggly motion your thighs and ass would do as you were scrubbing yourself was out of this world! Noriaki couldn't help but get hard every time he did this, patting his harden boner through his boxers the small but visible print of pre-cum now coming out. It had been 2 hours since that video was taken, and many pictures of your naked figure were scattered across the bed. He'd never forget the image of your bare ass, your soft breasts with the tiniest droplets of water dripping off of them, how perfectly curved your ass was, or that tiny trail of moisture slowly trailing down your pussy, leading to that dark hole at the center of your entrance.

And the cycle continues. Kakyoin is always by your side whether you know it or not, he just couldn't wait to say I love you or surprise you with a romantic picnic in the park to confess his feelings for you. But for now, he lingers in the shadows with his secretive activities and possible hidden bodies buried in his yard. Best friend, childhood friend, just wait until he becomes permanently yours, (Y/N).

#stardust crusaders #anime #jjba stardust crusaders #yandere jojo #fluff #jjba part 3 #jjba smut #jjba fanfic #black writers #black reader #jojo kakyoin #noriaki kakyoin #jojo no kimyō na bōken #kakyoin x y/n #female writers #poc writer #x black reader

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Charlie Eppes x Fem!Reader - Chapter 4 - Some Indescribable Feeling

A/n: This fucking GIF oh my GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!

Little Women is my favorite book, and now it’s the reader’s too, you're welcome.

Yes, this is way shorter than I wanted it to be. No, I don’t think there’s anything more to be added to it.

Waking up knowing it was Friday morning was a beautiful feeling. However, it was disorienting to not wake up in your own bed. You took a second to process your surroundings, and then you got up and went to the bathroom to get ready for the day. Your eyes felt heavy at first, but the further you went along through your routine, the more awake you felt. You got dressed in formal work attire, as usual. You enjoyed dressing up nicely for work, it made you feel more professional. You grabbed Little Women from your bag, your favorite book. You’d reread the book multiple times since you were twelve, and now you read parts of it for comfort.

You didn’t see anyone in the kitchen when you went downstairs, so you welcomed yourself to it’s contents and made yourself breakfast and lunch. You packed your lunch for later and ate your breakfast at the table as you began reading at the beginning of the March’s Christmas morning. Alan walked in with a newspaper in his hand. “Good morning, Y/n. You sleep well?”

You smiled politely. “I did. The guest bed is incredibly comfortable.” You spoke before taking another bite of your breakfast.

“I’m glad.” He smiled and then paused, trying to think of what else to say. Thankfully, you came up with something.

“What are your plans for today?” You questioned in between bites.

“I was thinking of going to the golf course today, to get my mind off things and see some old friends.. What about you?”

“I’ve got a couple classes expecting my presence today, and after that I’ll see about spending time with Charlie.” Alan grinned at the thought of you two growing closer again.

“It’s sweet, the friendship you have with my boy.” He expressed softly. “You’ve always been good to him. He’s really needed that. Someone who accepts all versions of who he is.” He looked like he wanted to say more, but simply ended the conversation with, “Have a good morning, Y/n.” Before he walked off. You sat in your chair and though for a moment about what he said. Little did he know you needed a friend like Charlie just as much as he needed you, if not more.

You finished your breakfast, grabbed everything you’d need for the day, and walked out to your car. You stuck the key in the ignition and pulled out of the driveway and towards the CalSci campus. When you got there, you continued working on grading your student’s work. As you read through each paper, you noticed one from Daisy Lewis. You quickly graded it, giving her an A, and then writing, ‘Come talk to me after class.’ In the top right corner of the page. You hated writing notes like those, because you knew how terrifying receiving them was, but it had to be done because she’d crossed a line.

The class went along smoothly as usual but at some point you had to give out graded papers, and when Daisy received hers, she looked momentarily relieved, until she read the note you left. Bowie, who was sitting next to her, looked at the note and their eyes widened. You continued on with the lecture, and then at the end of class, after everyone else left, Daisy did her little walk of shame over to your desk. To your surprise, Bowie followed suit. “I’m so sorry, Professor L/n, this was all my idea, please don’t be upset with Daisy, she only got roped in because of me.” Bowie ran to her defense.

You chuckled at how dramatic they were, “I’m not upset with anyone, I just want it to be known that Professor Eppes and I would prefer it if our personal lives were not interfered with by our students.”

Bowie and Daisy nodded profusely, “Of course, and we’re so sorry. It won’t happen again.” Bowie agreed.

“And I’d also like to know why you did it. Do either of us grade too harshly? Was that the problem? Because if you ever have a problem with how we grade, you are always welcome to simply talk to us. You don’t have to go to these lengths for an A.”

“That’s not why we did it..” Daisy began to explain.

“We did it because, well, everyone is curious to know why you and Charlie are so close, and we thought it was because maybe you...” Bowie felt so embarrassed they couldn’t finish their sentence, but you knew what they were getting at.

“..You wondered if we had feelings for each other? So you pulled.. that?” You couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, dear. Well, first of all, that’s none of your business, and secondly, yes, Charlie and I are very close, and I care about him immensely, but as a friend. Now, I don’t want anything like this to happen again, so if you could tell anyone else involved in the speculation about me and Charlie’s relationship, I would greatly appreciate it.” You paused briefly, and then your tone shifted from relatively lighthearted to more stern. “I’m easy on you today, but if you do something like this again there will be serious consequences.” Bowie and Daisy nodded. “Now that’s settled, you both may go.” You said, shooing them both away. They left the room quickly. After that interaction was over, you quickly got to work on grading for your next class of the day.

After the school day was over, you went to check on Charlie, only to see he wasn’t in his classroom. You asked the professor of the neighboring classroom if they’d seen him, and they said he hadn’t come in all day, and had a substitute fill in for him. You thought that was strange, he hardly ever missed school. You drove back to the Eppes’ house, and Alan was quietly watching television in the living room, but Charlie was no where to be seen. You tried to distract yourself from worry by diving into your work at the dining room table, but you were so concerned that you couldn’t focus. You put your work away and tried to read more from Little Women, but you weren’t processing any of the words.

Finally, Don and Charlie burst through the front door. “Charlie helped us solve the case!” He announced to you and Alan, which made you turn to look at Don, and then quickly to Charlie. You were relieved they were alright, and that they'd caught their guy, but Charlie didn’t seem too thrilled about the success. He gave a false grin, which you noticed right away.

“That’s great, Charlie!” Their father exclaimed.

“Yep, and now I’m absolutely wiped. So, goodnight everyone!” He spoke quickly, before going up to his room. You furrowed your eyebrows and went up after him. He didn’t get a chance to sit down on his bed before you were already in the door.

“What happened?” You questioned without hesitation.

“What happened? Nothing happened, we got the guy, everything’s fine now.” He insisted in a very unconvincing manner.

“Mhm.. right, because your whole demeanor just screams, ‘Everything’s alright.’” You retorted sarcastically.

He huffed, a little annoyed that you were so good at reading him. “What do you want me to say?” He demanded in a slightly irritated tone.

“The truth.”

“Fine. The truth is, even though we got the guy, and we saved a woman from being murdered, and possibly many more women from the same fate, I still feel incredibly guilty for not working fast enough to be able to save the women he did kill.”

Your expression softened. “Charlie.. don’t do that to yourself. You did absolutely everything you could, and so did every agent in the Los Angeles FBI department. You think they can afford to carry the guilt of everyone they didn’t save with them? It’d tear them apart if they did.” You grabbed both of his arms and made him look into your eyes. “Let me say this again, and really take these words in. You did everything you could, and because of you, no one else can be hurt by this guy. Do you understand how incredible that is?” He didn’t look so sure right away, but the more he thought about what you’d said, the more he relaxed. Finally, he let out a deep sigh and nodded.

“Thank you, I needed that.” He said with a soft, affectionate smile.

“Of course.” You smiled back, until a new question occurred to you. “Does this mean you’re going to continue helping the FBI with their cases?”

He thought for a moment, “Only if Don wants me to.” He responded decidedly. You frowned a little at the idea.

“You could really be putting yourself in danger if you do.” You reminded him.

“I’ll be alright.” He attempted to assure you, “Don wouldn’t let me get anywhere near the dangerous parts of each case. He won’t knowingly let me go anywhere near something or someone that could hurt me.”

You clicked your tongue and hummed, “Mhm, knowingly indeed.”

“Oh, don’t be so worried. Don will make sure I’m safe if I continue working on cases with him.”

“You know I have trouble not being worried about you. For a brilliant mathematician, you sure can be an idiot sometimes.” You spoke in a playful tone to let him know you were joking.

He scoffed and feigned being offended, “So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh? Please, you’re only saying that because you care too much about me for your own good.” He teased as he ruffled your hair.

You chuckled, “Maybe that’s true..” You wanted to joke around some more, but you found that was all you had left to say.

The two of you stood quietly for a second, looking into each other’s eyes and not knowing where the conversation was to go after that, and suddenly, you noticed the atmosphere around the two of you change. You didn’t know how, why, or in what way, but somehow it made you feel almost nauseous. You quickly broke eye contact and looked at the floor. “Well, before you dive into any more cases, or work, you should take a break.” You suggested. He smiled and nodded.

“I think I will.” He agreed. “Would you like to watch another movie?”

“Sounds perfect.”

The two of you sat down on the guest bed, propped up against some pillows, and you turned on Little Women. “Oh, why would you turn on this again? You cry every single time you watch this movie without fail.”

“Yes I do, but it’s worth it for all the comforting moments.” You insisted.

“Mhm, I’ll get the tissues.” He stood up and grabbed a nearby box, which made you laugh.

#charlie eppes #charlie eppes x reader #x reader #fem reader #fanfic #fanfiction #y/n #numb3rs

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nebsstories · 1 year

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The Birthday Bash

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Authors note:

I’ve conceptualized this scenario I think about a year ago, but hadn’t found the time or inspiration to write it down until now.

This story was inspired off of @cupcakeshakesnake’s Harbor Town AU, and the contents of this story is loosely based off another story I’ve read, please DM me for more details.

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Be me, I’m just right out of college and I have no idea what to do with my life; degree is utterly useless so I look at local businesses, wanted to find somewhere I can stay until I can get a better job. I happened to live 10 minutes away from the local rat casino known as, “Chuck-E-Cheese”. It’s better than nothing, I guess. Go in, do interview, really basic stuff; guy interviewing me asks, “When can you start?”

On that day I sold my soul to the Chuck-E-Cheese company. That day began one of the worst experiences of my life.

I started that following Monday, making $10 on the hour, so it’s okay, I guess. I spent most of my week up until Friday getting acquainted with my fellow coworkers. Free food’s also a plus, pizza’s alright but I’ll take it. I clock in that fateful Saturday morning, my manager greets me at the door, she tells me that Saturday’s are usually when it’s at its peak so we’ll be swamped today. Oh and, there’s a big birthday scheduled tonight, and all I can hear from the poor guy wearing the costume is a low, yet audible, “Fuck my life.”

I cannot even begin to imagine how awful it’d be to be surrounded by fifty or so grease coated crotch goblins all at once, all the while dying of heatstroke in a furry costume. At least the building was air conditioned, because I heard that the suit doesn’t have ventilation, meaning it’s hot as the devil’s asshole at times. I was tasked with setting up the party area, the decorations were already provided to us and the theme was apparent from the skull and crossbones.

Around 4 in the afternoon, the rush starts to die down and we get a momentary feeling of euphoric silence, relief washed over us, though we were fools to think it’d last forever. We watched as tired parents dragged out their sugar high children, as the kingdom they’d lorded over was lost to them. In the wake of their foul dominion, the arcade games became sticky and greasy to the touch, they’d stained the carpets with spilled sodas and slices of mediocre pizza, in that moment I foolishly thought, “This can’t get any worse than the hell on earth I’d just witnessed.”

4:30pm on the dot, a man steps in. He looks like the sort of boho rockstar you’d see thrown up from the peak of 80’s rock and roll, with as much swagger in his step and a cool demeanor as he greeted the girl that gives all the kids the ink stamps (which are “invisible” until shown under a blacklight).

“‘Ello, I’ve a birthday reservation for Jackie, party of 40.” He follows up.

My heart stopped, my blood ran cold as the number echoed in my mind. He did not just say 40, I thought he was bluffing so I poked my head out to get a glance. Standing behind him was an army. An army of fun sized pirates. This man brought in an entire grade level to this Chuck-E-Cheese and we were at the brunt of it all.

Before I could dip my head into my manager’s office to fake sick, the kids flood the place. Cry havoc! And let slip the dogs of war, as instantaneously, children storm the restaurant; they take to the playhouse, the arcade, the party area. The place is nearly full and bursting at the seams with them, and as we pushed on, our manager cowardly hid within the confines of the office. Meanwhile, the rest of us are panicking, chefs are stressing - their nerves pulsating and brows glistening with sweat from the amount of pizza they have to keep pumping out. It’s a madhouse, it’s anarchy!

Rockstar here isn’t doing jack shit, he’s just leaning against the wall playing guitar and waiting for it to be over. Another adult - a biker looking man, just got jumped by 20 or so children. Proudly, one boy, with a wide brimmed hat adorned by a single plumed feather and a toy monkey around his torso, holds up the poor man’s wallet. “Gents! Our hope is restored!” The other members of his crew cheer loudly, leaving the man they’d just mugged on the floor to abuse his poor aching debit card in exchange for tokens.

Outside the restaurant, I spotted Mayor Swann with his daughter in tow and a birthday present in her hand, then him taking one look at the chaos and deciding in that moment to turn around and leave. No doubt lying to his child that the restaurant had closed. Forever. No wait, take me with you, Mr. Mayor!

My train of thought was interrupted when one of the children, a boy with his hair pulled back into a ponytail asks me, “Excuse me sir, when is the show?”

Another chimes in, this one must be the birthday boy, Jack. I’d never seen a kid look this smug my entire life, “Oi, we’ve invoked the right of Parlay, we demand to see Charles Entertainment Cheese.”

I stuttered for a brief moment to regain my composure. What have I just gotten myself into? “It’s coming soon, kiddos!” Luckily, that was enough to suffice, as they’d rush back to the arcade.

Eventually the animatronic show from hell begins, the band begins playing kids songs. I don’t know what these kids were expecting, but it’s clear that the works of Scott Cawthon had done a number on their minds, as one of the children in attendance - probably the one with the slicked back ponytail, begins freaking out. One of my coworkers has to swoop in to make the kid happy. Others that were paying attention kept asking, “Where’s Freddy Fazbear?” The kids are now chanting, “Freddy! Freddy! Freddy!” I’m surprised with the pirate theme they’re not clamoring for Foxy. One chubby kid, miraculously gets up to the Chuck E animatronic, begins shaking him whilst interrogating him on the whereabouts of Freddy and his gang. He’s shaken the robot enough times where it’s god damn head FALLS OFF. Screaming ensues. I’m amazed this kid didn’t put Chuck E”s head on a pike a la Lord of the Flies, though even then I’m sure half of them will need therapy after seeing their fellow pirate brethren decapitate their beloved, cheese eating deity.

While most of the party was distracted, two of them have managed to SNEAK INTO THE KITCHEN and are stealing toppings off the pizzas. Not off the prep stations, but straight off the pizzas, I’m pretty sure half of them don’t even wash their hands. We had to remake them because we didn’t want the health department on our asses.

One of them managed to steal a whole pizza for himself and scarf it down near the ballpit. I think it was one with the wide-brimmed hat.

The birthday boy was easily the worst of the bunch; within two hours, he’d managed to hop behind the prize counter while the guy working there escaped for a bathroom break, took every miniature tote bag off the rack and used them to stuff as much prizes as he could carry. His little arms made him look like a coat rack as he waddled out from behind the corner with his treasure.

And I’ll bet you’re wondering, where was I in the chaos? Being tormented by a duo, the kid who decapitated Chuck E and another who wore an eyepatch, asking me question after question. You know, things a kid would ask like, “Whatcha doing?” Or, “What’s the air speed velocity of an unladen swallow?” Actually, the one with the eyepatch kept throwing those curve balls and it made me wonder what this kid was doing in his spare time.

Then the dinner bell rang, or rather, the rockstar parent called, “Pizza’s ready!” Finally, a moment of calm as slices are distributed amongst the group. But all hell breaks loose when the sodas are passed around. Oh god no, god please no, literally give them anything but soda. It’s too late now, that bastard knew what he was doing. It was like watching the fireworks at a Fourth of July celebration, as these kids practically exploded with sugar-induced adrenaline pumping through their little bodies.

Then the final blow: the cake. Ah yes, what a cake, I remember it fondly. No expense was spared for this occasion, when most parents provided a sheet cake from their local grocery store, rockstar here provided an elaborate cake worthy of 40 or so screaming children. A treasure chest; with chocolate gold coins, the strings of pearls made from modeling chocolate and candied necklaces, precious gems made from rock candy for that nice pop of color, and a delicate map made from marzipan that read, “Happy Birthday Captain Sparrow!”

It was carried in by a man who looked to be about my age, his hair pulled back into a ponytail like that kid from earlier - though I assure you, his was messier than in comparison to the kid, and he’d be wearing a dark blue shirt. Ah, now I recognize him; James Norrington, he was an elementary school teacher but he also worked the Tortuga Arcade during Winter Break. Really nice guy. A moment of silence fell once the door opened, all the children nearly gave themselves whiplash to stare at the newcomer.

“Oh look,” they’d think, “another adult we’ve yet to wear out.”

I’m just mentally screaming at this man, “Run! Run while you still can!!”

It was in vain, as the screech of, “Cake!” Coming from the birthday boy signaled the others to descend upon him. The man struggled to keep the cake out of their grasps, holding it high up and calling, “Mr. Teague, would you please provide me with some assistance? And where is Mr. Teach?”

Mugged and still laying facedown on the floor. That cannot look comfortable, but I suppose playing dead was miles better than the alternative, which was staying awake for this mess.

Finally, rockstar does something, casually getting past the crowd to retrieve the cake with a simple, “Thanks.” Manager asks me to do a headcount, make sure the kids were all still here and not somehow sneaking out into the rooftop or something.

37…38…39…oh shit. Where’s the birthday boy?

I couldn’t just make my panic known, so I started poking around the restaurant for him, I’d even asked one of my coworkers to check the roof for the birthday boy. And Mr. Teague was beginning to notice. God, I didn’t want to tell him I’d somehow lost his kid. But, then I realized that, he wasn’t looking at me; he was looking straight at the play area. And as luck would have it, there in the ball pit, I see the kid’s head poking out with a smug grin. Thank god.

After cake and presents was when the real damage kicks in, chairs are now flying, one of our front windows gets smashed into a million pieces, and now requires repairs. I don’t even know HOW they can even find the strength to accomplish that, so I’m mildly impressed. The manager’s office is then stormed and papers flew everywhere and into the party area. Of course Mr. Sparrow nor Mr. Teach don’t end up paying for damages, not like we’d want their money anyway. We want compensation for the emotional damage we had to endure that evening. Norrington fled not long after the cake was delivered, not like I’d blame him.

Eventually, parents and guardians come around to come collect their kids, even Norrington shows back up to pick up one of them, the one with the ponytail apparently. At least Teague tips us generously, seems he knows the sort of chaos this kid and his posse can unleash.

It’s 11, closing time. During cleanup, we take survey of the property damage that had occurred in the wake of that birthday party; your usual stained carpet, but also now featuring turned over furniture, ruined play area, arcade games now so stuck, I’m pretty sure they’d have to call someone in to clean them, raided prize corner, damaged animatronics. It was as if a bomb had gone off in here. It was over, the siege of port Chuck-E-Cheese had leaned in favor of Captain Jack Sparrow and his band of miscreants.

I left, but never came back for my next shift. I spend Sunday and Monday job hunting, and luckily I was able to land a job with the East India Trading Company.

I’d thought I’d seen the last of Jack, and his vast pirate army. Life as an underling in EITC was as mundane yet stable as one could imagine an office job to be, money flow is steady with a 9 to 5, paid vacation time, they’ve even got dental. I’d moved out of my crappy apartment and moved somewhere I could enjoy the peace and quiet; I vowed to never have kids. Life was good.

Until one Monday, I saw Jack again, he was pestering my boss, Beckett, asking him question after question. One of his little friends is aggressively flossing in another room, Jack has now gotten ahold of one of the company computers. Somehow he unleashes a virus. All the of work I’d poured in the past few hours gone the drain and now I’m openly mocked by a video of badly played recorder music. The bass is boosting hard, my ears are bleeding.

I’m going to put in my request for a transfer tomorrow.

#harbor town au #all credit towards this AU goes to the original artist #Short fanfictions #Nebs narrations

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himbopatrol · 8 months

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Cherry Bomb // a Steve Harrington Love Story

Danny Henderson, looks like a punk, can be found at any underage disco. Snorts when she laughs, mom doesn't know she sneaks out, loves her little brother and will defend him with her life, when the song tarzan boy comes out in April of 85' it will become her favorite song, but don't tell anyone. "You look like you just rolled out of bed" "I did" Has a bad habit of smoking that she tries to keep secret from Dustin, but ultimately fails. Is a "cool girl" but also gets her face smashed into a locker, don't worry the smasher will have their head down a flushing toilet by next period. Get's straight A's, and is a star softball player. Oh, and is hopelessly, desperately, disgustingly, head over heels in love with Steve Harrington.

Moments in time and space usually between Danielle "Danny" Henderson and Steve Harrington

originally posted here

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!OC

Warnings: smut (eventual), sexual tension, lots of swearing, some stereotypical rude 80s teens, typical stranger things blood/gore, slooooow buuurrrrnnn, i don't proofread

Additional Warnings for the chapter: use of the d slur, underage drinking and smoking

Minors Do Not Interact!

A slow work in progress, thank you for your support and patience. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated.

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight Below // word count 2,982

Chapter Eight: Everyone's On Danny's Ass Today

Friday, April 5th, 1985

Eddie’s head hit the desk with a thud and a groan. Danny sat beside him, her headphones on, with her walkman playing. Danny stared at her own grades, a couple A’s and B’s with the exception of two C’s, just fine. She leaned over, staring at the paper in Eddie’s hands. Their teacher in study hall had passed out their updated grades. Danny puffed up her cheeks and blew. A slew of D’s, F’s, and C’s.

“I told you I would tutor you,” Danny said, a little too loud as she couldn’t hear herself over her music. Eddie whipped his head up, a frustrated smile spread across his face, tilting his head.

“You know I wouldn’t listen to you, not with that pretty mouth,” he teased. Danny gave him a wide, eat shit, grin. “What the hell are you listening to anyway?” Danny quickly hit stop on her walkman. “Give that to me,” Eddie laughed, snatching the walkman out of her hands. “Oh, no way,” Eddie chuckled. “Oh, c’mon Danny.” Eddie held a tape in his hands, Baltimora, Tarzan Boy single. “Yeah-yeah, I heard this on the radio the other day, you’re listening to this?” Eddie laughed.

“Fuck off Eddie, I could write a book on the shit music that you listen to,” Danny scoffed, snatching back the tape, shoving it back into her walkman and closing it with a loud click.

Steve Harrington was a few tables behind Danny Henderson and Eddie Munson. He had been staring at the back of Danny’s head the entire study hall. He looked down at his own grades, not terrible, not great. His eyes flicked back to Danny. Was her hair curlier? He asked himself. Eddie somehow got to study hall before him and got the spot next to Danny. He furiously tapped his pencil against the table. Not with that pretty mouth, he heard Eddie tell Danny. Steve ducked down, hiding the blush on his cheeks. Steve looked up at the teacher, who was leaning on their own desk, reading a book. Steve scooted his chair up to the table in front of him. And then up again.��

Danny felt something tapping on her shoulder. Danny turned, Steve was sitting behind her, tapping his pencil on her shoulder. “Hi Steve,” she smiled gently at him.

“Henderson, hi,” Steve responded softly.

“Hiii Steve,” Eddie bashed his eyes and waved. Danny smacked his arm without taking her eyes off of Steve.

“Yeah uh, hi Eddie,” Steve responded awkwardly. Steve left his chair, on his knees next to Danny. His arm slung over her chair. His fingers playing with the ends of her hair, he eyed her dirty gold curls swiftly. “So uh, um, what are your grades?” Steve nodded at the paper in her hand. Danny flipped it open, showing him. Steve whistled. “Man, if only,” he sighed, hanging his head. His hair brushing her arm.

“I could tutor you for the upcoming tests,” Danny offered. Eddie looked over at Steve, who briefly made eye contact with him. Steve’s eyes flicked to Danny’s lips, then back to her eyes.

“Um, oh, I’m okay, that’s okay,” Steve muttered.

“Well I don’t want you to end up like our good friend Eddie here,” Danny smirked.

“Hey!” Eddie whined. Eddie crumbled up the paper and tossed it towards the trash can, completely missing it. “At least the bells about to ring, home free,” Eddie sighed. “I’ve got Hellfire tonight, wanna come watch?” Eddie raised his eyebrows.

“Jeez Eddie,” Danny replied sarcastically. “I really can’t think of a better way to spend my Friday night than watching your little geek club play D&D,” she smiled with a tilt.

“You know you play D&D too right?”

“Yeah I play it, I don’t watch it,” Danny retorted. Steve chuckled from behind her.

“You know you don’t gotta be mean to me just because you got a lady boner for Harrington here,” Eddie replied. Steve’s eyes widened. Without a second of hesitation Danny balled her fist and punched directly down onto Eddie’s groin. Eddie yelped, cupping the region and banging his head back down on the desk.

“Ow,” he groaned weakly. Steve clapped his hand over his mouth, stifling a loud laugh as the teacher looked up at them and then back to their book. The bell rang.

Danny was quick to stand, slinging her backpack over her shoulder and her jacket over her arm, Steve followed immediately, gently patting Eddie’s back, running behind Danny. Steve walked closely behind, practically trampling over her. “So,” Steve rested a hand on her shoulder. “Do you wanna hang out tonight?”

“Wanna play basketball?” Danny suggested.

“Yeah! Absolutely, that sounds like fun,” Steve smiled.

Tommy H pushed his shoulder into Steve as they walked by. Steve rolled his eyes. “Watch it, skeez,” Danny scoffed.

“Yeah, whatever dyke ,” Tommy H replied. Danny stopped walking, Steve bumping into her.

“Shit,” Steve mumbled.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Danny turned. “You know you could just fuck off for once,” Danny added sarcastically.

“Well I just figured since Harrington is still following you like a puppy you haven’t jumped his bones yet, so maybe you just don’t have the taste for dick,” Tommy H snickered.

“Hey, just lay off man,” Steve sighed.

“God you’re such a dick,” Danny exclaimed.

“What are you on your period?” Tommy H yelled back at her.

Danny sneered, “Yeah!” Steve hooked his finger into the back of Danny’s pants, a bad habit he developed in the last few months. “Yeah, I’m on my period, that’s it Tommy,” Danny continued, swatting Steve away and making her way up to Tommy. Tommy stared her down. “Do I need to show you how the girls toilets work again? Maybe this time I can show you how tampons work too. Huh? What about that?”

“God, you’re a psycho,” Tommy stepped back.

“Yeah, maybe I am,” Danny smiled. “Watch out Tommy, I might just go psycho on you,” she teased.

“Steve, come get your psycho girlfriend,” Tommy scoffed.

“She’s not-she’s not my girlfriend,” Steve mumbled. “Come…come on Danny,” Steve pulled on Danny’s arm.

“Look, I’m sorry Tommy,” Danny gave him a bashful look as Steve attempted to drag her away. “Maybe I could give you a blowjob to show you how sorry I am,” she smiled.

“W-what?” Tommy blushed.

“Oh wait, I’m sorry, I forgot,” Danny paused. “Your dick shriveled up and fell off,” Danny tilted her head with a shit eating grin.

“Yep, okay, that’s enough, ” Steve said quickly before she could get another word in or before Tommy lost his shit.

Tommy walked off as Danny walked outside with Steve. Steve led Danny to his car, he had driven her to school that morning.

“God, everyone’s on my ass today,” Danny folded her arms.

“Don’t let that asshole get to you,” Steve said to her, his hand brushing some of her hair behind her ear. She stared daggers at Steve who quickly took his hand away.

“Sorry,” he said quickly, his hand flying into his pocket. “C’mon, let’s go play ball,” Steve tapped her arm. Danny looked up at him. “C’mon,” he nodded his head.

“Alright,” Danny slowly began to smile.

“Yeah?” Steve smiled back. “Get in, let’s go,” Steve opened the door for her. Danny hopped in, settling into the leather seats. Steve got behind the wheel. He glanced over at Danny, “What are you doing?”

Danny looked at him, “What?” She asked innocently.

“Put your seatbelt on,” he pointed.

Danny laughed, “Why?”

“Jeez Henderson, I swear,” he leaned across Danny.

“What are you doing Steve?” Danny laughed as Steve had crawled over grabbing the seat buckle.

“I-I swear sometimes it’s like I’m your mother,” he sighed as he clicked the seatbelt.

“Thanks mom,” Danny continued laughing.

Steve drove them to the park, they listened intently to the music on the radio. “Oh shit, I love this song,” Steve turned up the radio. It was Tarzan Boy by Baltimora.

“You do?” Danny smiled.

“Yeah, don’t you?” Steve replied, glancing quickly at her.

“Yeah…I love it, actually,” Danny laughed.

Steve nodded his head and smiled, “Woah woah wooaah!” They both shouted over the music, happily singing along. The pair sang their way to the park.

The sun beat down on Harrington and Henderson as they bashed against each other on the court. Steve dribbled the ball, attempting to push aside Danny as she leaned around him. Both had a line of sweat coming off their foreheads. They looked a little funny as both were wearing some pretty tight jeans. Steve was wearing a polo and Danny wore a ragged old band t-shirt too big for her. Steve’s hair was sticking all over the place and Danny’s was getting curlier and curlier.

“C’mon, give in Harrington,” Danny panted.

“Bite me Henderson,” Steve retorted. Danny was half tempted to. Steve pushed back, harder than he meant to. He heard a thud behind him, he whipped around, “Shit,” he was met with Danny on her ass, her hands propping her up, staring up at him with squinted eyes. “Shit, I’m sorry Danny,” he held his hand out. “Are you okay?” She grabbed his hand, Steve pulling her into his chest.

“Well besides a huge bruise probably forming on my ass, just dandy,” Danny flashed him a smile. Steve leaned over Danny with a chuckle.

“Well it looks just dandy, I wouldn’t want you ruining, arguably, a perfect ass,” Steve laughed, Danny raised an eyebrow, a blush creeping up her neck. He coughed, “Sorry, sorry.”

“Don’t worry,” Danny patted his chest before taking a step back. “Arguably, you’ve got the perfect ass, ya’ know if we’re comparing asses,” Danny teased.

“Alright alright,” Steve threw his hands up, “No more ass talk.”

“Ass talk is better than small talk,” Danny shoved her hands in her back pockets. “Soooo is Steve Harrington an ass man or a tits man?”

“Gross Danny, don’t ask me that,” Steve groaned.

“I mean personally–”

Steve clamped his hand over her mouth, “Nope.” Danny was quick to lick his hand making him grimace and pull back. “Knock it off you weirdo.”

“Okay, okay,” Danny laughed. “Hey, are you busy tonight?”

“No, why?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to go into the city with me tonight– to an underage disco,” Danny explained.

“Tonight?” Steve rubbed his chin.

“Uh huh,” Danny nodded.

“In the city? An hour away?”

“Uh huh.”

“To like dance?”

“Uh huh.”

“Okay,” Steve smiled. “But I need to change, I’m all sweaty.”

“Me too, how about you drop me off so I can change, and then I’ll come pick you up.”

“No-no I’ll drop you off and pick you back up, you don’t have to drive,” Steve replied in that sweet sugary tone he gets sometimes when he’s trying to impress a girl.

Steve leaned against the Henderson’s doorway, he checked his watch to make sure he was on time. He wore jeans, his Nikes, a button up and a blazer on top. Steve straightened up as the door was flung open. It was Dustin.

“Steve!” Dustin cheered.

“Henderson!” Steve exclaimed back, automatically giving the younger boy a high five. “What's up man?” He asked as Dustin automatically made way for him to come in. “Hi Mrs. Henderson!”

“Oh! Hi Steve,” Mrs. Henderson smiled from the kitchen. “Are you two boys going somewhere?”

“Oh uh, no actually, I’m going out with Danny, I mean like, we’re gonna hang out,” Steve stuttered out.

“Is that why you look like a dork?” Dustin asked.

“Dusty!” His mom exclaimed.

“Yeah, Dusty,” Steve turned to Dustin. “For your information this is a cool look, hip ya’ know?” Steve scoffed.

“Yeah whatever you say…dork,” Dustin smiled.

“Dork,” Steve started, poking Dustin, “Where’s your sister?”

“In her room, getting ready for your date.”

“It’s not a date,” Steve attempted to correct, though Dustin ignored him.

“Tell that to your outfit,” Dustin began to walk off to bang on his sister's door. ‘Danny!”

“What?” She yelled back at him.

“Steve’s here!” He yelled louder.

Steve watched down the hall as her door swung open, Danny poking her head out. “Quit yelling at me man!” Danny exclaimed.

“Danny,” Dustin said in a sweetly sarcastic tone, “Your boyfriend is here.”

“Not my boyfriend you twerp,” she stepped out of her room. Steve’s breath hitched when he saw her outfit, in her torn up jeans hugging at her hips, the ends scrunched up on her big doc martens, along with a zipped up halter top, it was animal print, her worn jean jacket hung over her arm. Her hair clearly had been washed and blow dried, adding fluff and bounce.

“Oh god, not you too,” Dustin rolled his eyes upon seeing her outfit. Danny ignored him, adjusting her pants around her waist. She looked up at Steve, her throat dried up. Her eyes quickly and not very subtly glanced at him, up and down. God he always wears the tightest pants, doesn’t leave much to the imagination.

“Hey,” Danny finally said.

“Hey,” Steve replied, forcing himself to look at her face.

“I’ll be back late mom,” Danny exclaimed to her mom, as she passed her from the living room where the kitchen window could see, she zipped her top up a little more.

“Okay honey, be safe, love you!” Her mom called back without looking up.

“Will do, love you too!”

“Bye Mrs. Henderson,” Steve smiled and waved as they exited.

Steve followed close behind and next to as they stepped outside. He watched intently as Danny quickly undid the zipper, not all the way, but practically. Jesus Christ, he thought. He clocked the faded scar across the top of her chest, at the top curve of her– stop. As he did, Danny side eyed the front of his jeans, clenching her jaw, without notice from Steve. “You look…nice…um, good,” Steve said softly as he opened the door for her.

“Thanks,” Danny smiled. “You too.”

Steve had never been to an underage disco before, plenty of house parties, commonly thrown in his own home, but never a club. Danny had very obviously been to quite a few as she walked in a pep in her step, Steve tailing behind. Despite it being underage Steve was hit with a wall of weed smoke and the sound of Depeche Mode drowning his ears.

“Wouldn’t they bust you for smoking?” Steve called over the music as Danny dragged him along.

“They gotta pick their battles ya’ know? No alcohol, eh weed okay,” Danny smiled back at him. The place was packed with kids their age, some younger, some older. All sweaty and dancing to the throbbing music. Strobe lights and smoke filled the air around them, Steve had a hard time making out the room with the lack of real lighting and surplus of bodies. “Besides, people sneak in alcohol all the time,” Danny added. Danny scooted them against the wall, watching the dancing in front of them in amusement.

Steve looked down at Danny, she had left her jacket in his car, claiming that she didn’t wear that top to cover it with a jacket. Steve was hyper aware of the people that had already gawked at her top. Danny bobbed her head to the music, tapping her toe. Steve wanted to ask her to dance, that’s the whole reason they came, why hasn’t she asked yet, it was her idea, Steve thought to himself. Steve did feel a little out of his comfort zone though, new place, new scene. His hands were shoved in his pockets, not sure what to do or say. As he stared into the crowd, a guy, probably their age was squeezing by. He looked like he was from there, blonde hair and a nice smile, the kind of smile Steve used to have when he hung out with Tommy H and Carol. He was facing them and brushed up against Danny, peering down at her cleavage. He pressed into her a little harder, putting his hand up on the wall behind her, blocking her.

“Hi,” he smiled, stopping in his tracks.

Danny rolled her eyes, slinking away from him, onto the other side of Steve. Steve had never known for Danny to turn down the opportunity to put a dude in his place. This time though, she pressed up behind Steve, her hand wrapping around his bicep, clutching on. Steve stood up a lighter straighter, puffing his chest out as the guy attempted to follow. “Baby, if you didn’t want the attention then you shouldn’t have worn the shirt,” the stranger said.

“Look man, I think it’s pretty obvious she’s not interested,” Steve scoffed at him. The stranger blinked at Steve, his smile starting to fade. “So, ya’ know, why don’t you just leave her alone,” Steve shrugged.

“I think the lady can tell me that herself,” he retorted.

“Fuck off,” Danny exclaimed from behind Steve’s shoulder. Steve raised his eyebrow at the guy with a smirk.

“What are you? Her boyfriend?” He replied. “C’mon baby, why don’t I take you somewhere quiet, leave this douche behind,” he continued.

“She’s not your baby and she told you to fuck off, so you know, fuck off, ” Steve leaned in, intimidating the teen.

“Whatever dick,” he dismissed.

“Yeah, I’m the dick,” Steve mumbled as he made sure he walked away. He peered down at his shoulder, where Danny had her cheek pressed, her hands still clutching to him. “You okay?” Steve asked her. Danny nodded her head. “You wanna dance Danny?” He asked, turning his body towards her.

“Yes please,” she sighed in relief.

“Well c’mon then,” He wrapped his fingers around hers, facing her, his back to the crowd, pulling her in. He shimmied his shoulders, pulling her hands with his. As they entered the dance floor, I Feel Love by Donna Summer was starting up.

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ericathefae · 1 year

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Monday, got up around 8:25, took a shower (I have to go into town today), got my period (yay), still awaiting responses from both my thesis advisor and the doctor (bit odd honestly that I haven't heard anything yet), it's now 10:20 and I'm making myself a late breakfast/early lunch...

Eat something [had a nice warm meal, trying to ignore the stress of not knowing]

Research how dopamine works (and the ways it might not) [oh boy - this explains so fucking much! Guys, I think I "just" have too low dopamine: struggles to find enjoyment in things (I don't really have any favourite shows, music, books or anything like that that I consume regularly - only novelty seems to trigger enjoyment) positive experiences never quite seem to get logged in memory (there are so many times, when my family has talked of previous holidays or other special moments, where I can't even recognise the event - it's just gone, as if I had never been present) general low mood and disinterest in life, tendency towards depression, have no sex-drive (I doubt dopamine deficiency causes asexuality, but maybe it's related) easily addicted to food, sugar and entertainment (thankfully I've never gotten into anything worse than that, mostly because I'm not a party person) excessive use of daydreaming and escapist activities sleeps too much, is overweight, constantly having low energy even though I'm physically fine oh, and of course, CANNOT MOTIVATE MYSELF TO DO ANYTHING! I don't think low dopamine explains everything about me, but most of the traits that are actively causing me trouble are on that list above, and they've pretty much been present since childhood... Gods, I fucking hope my doctor is willing to look into this]

Take the bus into town (to the university library) [first got around to that some time past 14, then sat and read more about dopamine, but I think I'm ready to go do the thing I'm actually here for now, 17:34]

Go through the avaible books and note if and what they might be useful for [rushed through this because I'd spent so much time on research and the library closes at 18 - the security guard was kind of peeved with me since I was the last to go - but I at least skimmed the five books (one of them was amazing!) and took some (very) brief notes]

Beyond that I don't think I quite know what to do [I walked home to help clear my head and make sense of everything (I've learned so much today), it's now 19:55 and I'm gonna make myself a snack and play some Heroes I think]

[PS. I did eventually hear back from people: the doctor wrote "This is more than we can help with over mail" and asked me to book a time, as expected. My thesis advisor tried to be understanding and gave me the advice to "not worry about the final grade" and "just writing anything is better than nothing"... argh! That's litterally what I'm trying to do! We've even had this discusion before - I don't care about my grade, I don't worry about failing (in that way) or my assignment not being "good enough", those are not thoughts that are stopping me. But I guess she doesn't really have any other basis for understanding my fucked up situation, so it's the best she got - I mean, I know it comes from a place of kindness, even if it's utterly unhelpful. Looking forward, it looks like I've got to: 1) make a doctor's appointment (I wrote back and asked the lady who she would recommend that I book a time with or if I should wait the extra time until my regular doctor comes back, which I'm awaiting a response to - either way it's at least three weeks before the first possible date), 2) keep working on my thesis in whatever capacity I can (handing in what I've got to my thesis advisor every friday as previously planned - these artificial deadlines does help me keep accountable and focused on just one segment of the thesis at a time), 3) document everything! (really trying to focus on how I'm reacting and what my triggers are, including what kind of workload is actually realistic, so that I can bring that to my future doctor's appointment), 4) I'm most likely going to need (yet another) extension, which means getting a doctor's note and sending in a formal request (and hoping for the best) - ideally I would have a meeting with a student councelor first, but it's a bit dificult to argue for an extention due to dopamine deficiency and anxiety, when I haven't had a chat with my doctor yet... argh! Anyway, I should book that too, at least to get advice on the correct wording of things for both the note and the request. PPS. I did actually mention (some of) all this to my mom today - she called about something else and asked how it was going, and I was goddamn brave and admitted that it wasn't. I'm kind of proud of that - it didn't necessarily feel good, but it's one less stressor to think about now.]

#today's to do #plan for the day #neurodivergent #still trying to figure this out #but i also need to keep chipping away at my school work in whatever way i can #executive dysfunction #autistic inertia #aaargh #gosh i write a lot

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