#as head cheerleader it’s responsibility to look out for the other members

[patheticgirlsteve]

stranger things rewrite where steve does cheer instead of basketball

#he’s the head of the squad let’s not kid ourselves here #as head cheerleader it’s responsibility to look out for the other members #so during his senior year when he notices chrissy struggling with her body image and eating stuff #he steps in and takes care of her #shows her that being healthy is more important than being skinny #they end up being friends and they stay friends afte he graduates #he introduces her and robin bc he’s a fantastic fucking wingman #i can’t decide if chrissy still gets vecna’d in this au. if she does then when she goes to meet eddie steve comes with her #idk where this is going. i just really like this au and i am fighting myself on whether or not to start writing it lol #steve #steve harrington #anya.txt

[shiraishi-mai]

[7:40pm]

“Where is he?” You asked softly. Your eyes roamed across the volleyball members occupying the hallway before looking back at the boy beside you. 

Osamu looked at you with a grim look and stuck his thumb behind him. “Sitting in the locker room. There shouldn’t be anybody else in there right now.” 

You nodded. “Thanks ‘Samu.” 

He dipped his chin in response before continuing to pack his duffle bag. There was a somber tone amongst the team as they began to slowly make their way out of the building. 

You headed to the locker room, slightly dragging your feet along the way. Once you were faced with the pale grey door, you found yourself hesitating to open it and laid your hand flat on its surface. Sighing, you turned around and leaned your back against it. What were you doing here? 

“Sooo what’s going on there?” Your friend had asked a few weeks ago while grinning like a Cheshire cat. You both had just watched a yellow-haired boy cheerfully wave at you through the classroom window before heading to his own class. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you opted to stare straight ahead at the board.

“Oh c’mon. You and Miya have been acting all buddy-buddy recently.”

“Yep because we’re buddies.” You began to doodle on the corner of your notebook. 

Your friend snorted.  “When did that happen?”

You couldn’t help but smile softly at the memory of meeting Atsumu for the first time. Your friend was right - Atsumu and you used to have an awful relationship. 

You had started Inarizaki a bit later than everyone else. Your family had decided to move into the area after your father had a job transfer, and so you found yourself the awkward new student a few months after the school year had begun. Volleyball tryouts had already passed, but the coach had seen you play at your previous middle school and graciously accepted you after giving you a chance to play a practice game with the rest of the team. The girls were amazing and you found yourself right at home with them - something you were thankful for since you weren’t looking forward to making friends from scratch. 

You knew the boy’s volleyball team at Inarizaki was excellent, therefore when the captain needed someone to accompany her to run an errand to the other gym, you eagerly volunteered. You hadn’t had a chance to see them in action and were dying to get a peek at their practice to see just how good they were. 

An orange court identical to the one the girls practised in greeted your eyes as you both stepped in the building and your captain turned to you upon entering the gym. 

“Just wait here while I go talk to their coach!”

You nodded and curiously began to watch the practice. The familiar sounds of sneakers squeaking and balls hitting the floor put you at ease and a starstruck expression crossed your face as you saw a tall, darker-skinned boy spike.

“Oi.”

Another boy with a leaner figure and slanted eyes spiked with a weird twist to his form and your eyes widened. That was unusual. Impressive.

“Oi.” 

I KNOW someone is NOT trying to get my attention by saying ‘Oi’. Who is this uncouth- 

You turned to see a boy with yellow hair and an unamused expression on his face. 

“Yes?” you said sweetly.

“Cheerleading tryouts aren’t in this gym,” he said shortly. 

The fuck? 

Okay, technically you and your captain were wearing ponytail holders with ribbons in Inarizaki colours and you both hadn’t changed out of your regular PE tracksuit, so you could maybe see where he might have gotten that. 

“Excuse me?”

“This is a volleyball court.” He spoke in a tone that implied that you were a bit slow.  

No shit Sherlock. “I’m not looking for tryouts.” 

He groaned in exasperation and put his hands on his hips. “Well if you’re looking to watch our practice, we can’t have an audience today. We’re going over some serious stuff and don’t need any distractions.” He turned and left you with your hand half raised and mouth open before you could respond.

“These pigs just think they can crash practice when they don’t even care about volleyball…” 

Pigs.

Pigs?? 

Who the fuck does he think he is?? This little- 

Okay, you know what, breathe y/n. Don’t do anything rash. Remember what your therapist said.

You felt a faint tap on your foot and looked down to see a stray volleyball had rolled over to you. 

I really shouldn’t. You thought, picking up the ball and ran a finger along the curves and dips. 

This is a bad idea. You tossed the ball in the air. 

Well, when life gives you lemons. You hopped and felt a satisfying smack as you hit the ball towards the back wall. 

Now, the intention was to hit the area beside the offensive boy and give him a little scare, however you forgot that your hits tended to curve a bit (a problem you were trying to fix).

So you watched, horrified, as the ball flew straight towards the boy.

It was almost like the trajectory itself was in slow motion but sped up as it impacted and there was a dull thud sound as it hit his back.

“OW!”

He turned around, eyes flashing and mouth curled angrily. 

“Oh god I’m so sorry.” 

Is what you meant to say. But you had your pride and also had kind of already committed to going down this path. 

“L/n y/n,” you said, matching his glare. “[insert favourite vball position here]. Nice to meet you.” 

The noises from the gym all halted and the air was still as the other members of the team stared at the scene. 

The boy with the slanted yellow eyes and middle parted hair snorted which prompted the boy beside him to begin laughing as well. You were stunned to see the same face except framed with grey hair. 

There’s another one??

There was a sudden ‘eep’ noise and you felt someone rush over beside you. “Oh my goodness I’m so sorry.”

Your captain grabbed the back of your head and wrenched your head down into a bow. “We’re so sorry. RIGHT?”

You yelped when you paused and she sharply tugged on one ear.

“Yes, my apologies.” You muttered. 

The girl dragged you out of the gym berating you but sighed and ran a hand down her face as you recounted what had happened.

“Honestly I guess I can’t blame you too much. That was Miya Atsumu.”

“Oooh he’s one of the Miya twins.” They were first-years like you but already quite famous around the school.

She nodded. “Osamu is fairly nice but Atsumu is known for being…difficult.” 

You snorted. “Seems like it.”

“He’s a damn good setter though,” she continued.

“Still,” you frowned. “This sport is about teamwork. You can’t be too difficult or else the team can’t function.” 

“Agreed,” she said before narrowing her eyes and looking at you from the side. “Though I’ll make you eat your words if that temper of yours makes an appearance on our team.” 

You shuddered before walking quickly ahead of her back to the girls’ gym. 

—-------------------------------------------------------

After that, your interactions with Atsumu Miya didn’t get much better. 

It didn’t help that he was in the class next door to yours. Everytime you met in the halls (which happened a good amount of times during the week) snide remarks were exchanged. 

“Oh look, it's the school’s kpop star,” you said drily when you exited the classroom for lunch and found yourself, yet again, in front of him. “Raaah raah.” 

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Don’t you expect to hear crowd noises everywhere you go? You’re always strutting around like you’re the shit and eating up the attention people give you. Well until they start messing with your serves,” you smirked. “It’s too bad you aren’t good enough to not be so easily distracted.” 

He looked at his twin beside him. “I told you, squealing pigs.” 

“At least I don’t go around grunting like a giant ape.”

The lanky boy whose name you learned was Suna tried to hide a snicker behind his hand.

“Well I almost didn't give someone a CONCUSSION.”

“Oh please,” you turned away from him and waved your hand in a shooing motion. “Your head is too thick to get a concussion.” 

“Tch more like your spike is too weak for it.”

“What did you say??” You whipped back around only for a teammate of yours to magically materialise and drag you away by the collar. News of your ostensible assault to Atsumu had spread amongst both teams and your incredible dislike for him was well-known by now. 

“I fucking dare you to show up to practice Miya and see for yourself it that’s true!”

“Hai hai that’s enough,” your teammate said tiredly and you crossed your arms, fuming, as you saw him sniggering before turning the corner. 

The students in your hallway quickly became accustomed to your face-offs, opting to give you two a wide berth whenever they occurred. Suna often stopped by to film and told you he was going to make a compilation of the best 10 fights at the end of the year. 

“He’s not that bad you know,” Osamu said, sipping on his drink. Your eyes rolled up to him from where you were lying down on the bench beside him. 

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” 

“He’s…passionate. With a one-track mind. I think it’s good you’re so direct to him. It’s the only way that really gets through to his stupid brain anyway.”

You laughed. “How are you guys so different?” Osamu was in your class and at first you had been wary of him - he did share Atsumu’s genes after all - but were relieved to find out he was actually super chill. 

“I didn’t wanna end up like him.” He said simply and you chuckled again before frowning. 

“It’s a shame…he plays beautifully though,” you said under your breath.

You didn’t notice Osamu side-eye you quickly with an eyebrow raised.

Inarizaki had one of their games recently and you were honestly a bit curious to see how the evil Miya played and also so you could see if he made any mistake for your own satisfaction. However, you had to admit that Atsumu was talented. He was reckless and got ahead of himself but his sets were perfect. Most of the time at least. They were the type that you knew spikers were itching to hit and you wondered what it’d be like to play with someone like him.

Definitely a shame. 

—-------------------------------------------------

Of all things, the school’s annual fall event was the reason your relationship with Atsumu improved. 

Your friend’s class was putting on a production and she asked you to help paint some of the set pieces as a few people had canceled on her last minute. 

“y/nnnnn pleasseee” your friend whined. 

“I spend 90% of my life at school and the one free Saturday I have YOU WANT ME TO BE AT SCHOOL?” She grinned, enthusiastically nodding.

“You got some nerve-”

“It’s not my fault my classmates are lazy…I always get stuck doing busy work” she interrupted, shooting you her best puppy eyes. You bit your tongue as you wanted to retort that it was her fault for being the class’s student rep. 

You sighed. “Okay fine.” 

She squealed and clapped her hands. “Perfect, meet me at 1pm.”

A pit had formed in your stomach that you couldn’t explain as you opened the door to the auditorium. When your friend spotted you, she brightened and grabbed you by the arm, dragging you behind the stage. Large set pieces that outlined what you think was a castle and some trees were set-up but you barely noticed as your eyes found an offensive figure. 

Miya Atsumu turned his head to the side, flashing you his signature smile and opened his mouth. 

“Nope,” you said and turned on your heel and headed back towards the front. Your friend quickly ran and stood in front of you.

“What is Miya doing here??” 

“Apparently he and Osamu crashed into the principal while they were racing to the cafeteria and knocked him down so he’s forcing him to help out as punishment.

“Why is he the only one in there? Where’s Osamu??”

“Technically Atsumu is the one who knocked the teacher over. Osamu managed to skirt away in time so he wasn’t seen.” 

You groaned. “I can’t do this. Honestly, we might end up ruining your scenery fighting or something.”

She glared at you. “You wouldn’t dare.” 

You winced as she stared at you for a moment with a pensive expression on her face.

“What?”

“Maybe you should hang out with him. Both of you play volleyball…just talk about that.” 

“I don’t want to talk to him period.”

She snorted and said, “Just be open-minded. And don’t kill each other. Or destroy my set pieces.” She quickly added at the end.

“No promises.” 

You walked back and went straight to the paint rollers, blatantly ignoring the heavy gaze trained on you. Picking it up, you went to the end of the half-painted castle furthest away from him and began to roll. 

Atsumu raised an eyebrow. “That side is done.” 

You didn’t say anything and scooted a little to where it was unpainted.

“I don’t bite.”

“It wouldn’t surprise me if you did.” 

“Shouldn’t I be more afraid of you?”

You glared at him and instead began to talk to one of the other people painting beside you. There were only three others and they had been fairly quiet at the hostile energy radiating between you two. 

However, Atsumu remained eerily quiet as he worked on his set piece and as you focused on yours, you found that time passed fairly quickly. You were finishing up and went to get another paint bucket when you blanched upon seeing Atsumu’s work. 

“Oh my god please don’t tell me this is all you’ve accomplished.” 

“This is harder than it looks!” He said defensively and you bit back a laugh. When he had whipped around to retort, he revealed that he had paint smudged on one of his cheeks as well as a bit of splatter on his shirt. 

“It’s straight lines Miya. I know you act like an ape but I didn’t expect you to have a monkey brain too.” 

He opened his mouth with an indignant face but stopped when you stood beside him. 

“The lines go this way - see then it looks like bricks.” You brushed lightly on the cardboard. 

Atsumu looked at you, eyes wandering around your facial features. He’d never seen you up this close before and without a scrunched up expression on it. Your elbows were almost touching and he frowned. 

“She’s pretty ya know.” Osamu grinned as if he knew a secret. It pissed Atsumu to see that expression on his face.

“So what? She’s mean and bitchy.”

“Oh c’mon. It’s partly your fault she acts that way too. She can be sweet sometimes.” 

“L/n. Sweet. Right.” 

“What, you don’t want my help?” You felt your hackles raise at his frown. 

He shook his head. Your eyes were lit with a bright fire - not necessarily one that was hostile but rather with a lively quality in them - and the stage lights cast shadows across the planes of your face in a way that made you look both glowing and vibrant. 

Pretty. 

His eyes widened slightly and he shook his head a bit to get out of his daze. He must be crazy. The fumes from the paint had probably made him a bit high and out of his mind. Right?

—---------------------------------------------------

After that, your relationship with Atsumu seemed to improve. Your face-offs slowly became more light-hearted and you both began to chat about volleyball, schoolwork, how Osamu and Suna bully him and on and on. He was surprisingly funny and by that, he was easy to tease and rile up. The two of you still fought but it was more so bickering over whether horror movies were better than action movies rather than actual malice. 

He’d come to watch a few of your practices and even began going to games if he’d finish his first. You’d find him, arms leaning against the railings of the second-floor seats and a shit-eating grin gracing his lips. You groaned internally when you saw the flash of blonde in the corner of your eye but refused to take your eyes off the service. 

There was a yell from the stands. “In!”

You froze momentarily watching the ball hit just outside the line.

“Out!” The referee called. 

“ATSUMU MIYA.” 

You whipped your head to the offensive boy and mouthed an aggressive “GET OUT.” 

All you got in response were mini finger hearts.

Mentally facepalming, you turned your attention back to the game and grumbled about him being lucky that this was just a practice match. You’d definitely get back at him on the walk home later.

Yes, indeed, Atsumu had begun to walk you home. He’d wave Osamu off and claim that he needed to walk off his post-practice high and it was getting darker quickly now anyway and he couldn’t make fun of you if you died on the way home. Most of the time, you guys continued the bickering from the day and joked about stupid things, and sometimes, when practice ran late deep into the night, the two of you would just walk side-by-side in comfortable silence. 

And honestly, being friends with Atsumu Miya was nice. 

—--------------------------------------------------

Unfortunately, your heart betrayed you and you could pinpoint the moment it did. 

You were watching the boys play a match and Osamu had gone in for a spike only to change it into a set straight to Aran. Atsumu looked stunned momentarily before he let out a boisterous laugh. The sound was just like a child’s - a refreshing sound full of joy and pure amusement - and you could practically feel his adrenaline amp up another notch. 

Aran scored the point (ofc) and the team gave each other excited high fives before the buzzer rang, signalling the other team calling a time out. You watched him chatter away upon reaching the sidelines and Aran gave him a slap on the back in annoyance while Suna shook his head. You chuckled at their antics but your smile slowly faded as your eyes found the blonde setter again. 

The slight chill from the stadium’s A/C, 

the feel of your hand gripping the end of a yellow cone,

the excited chatter of your classmates beside you, 

the itch at the end of your fingertips to hold that blue and yellow sphere.

You felt your heart beat painfully when you heard Atsumu’s laugh again. 

If you learned anything about Atsumu, it was that he was passionate and wore emotions on his sleeve. Life was simple for him - he said what he was thinking and unashamedly acted the way he felt. When he was elated, his joy was infectious and his face would shine excitedly about some new cool thing he pulled off. He was blunt, but honest and you felt a sense of trust in him because of it. 

And he had his kind moments. 

Once, he found you sitting on the lowest bleacher in an empty gym after a match when your team had lost a crucial game to qualify for the quarterfinals. 

Your eyes blankly stared at the ground as you absentmindedly spun a volleyball in your hands. 

“You guys put up a good fight.”

You snorted in response. “I could’ve done more.” 

“The team worked hard - you worked hard all year. Just get better and kick ass in the fall.” 

“Yeah I tried my best and all it got me was there. I made so many mistakes.” You shook your head. “I should have hustled after more balls…I missed the timing on a few blocks…geez,” you inhaled sharply and leaned back on your hands. “I feel so incompetent. What have I been doing this entire time?” 

“Hey I didn’t stay after all those sessions just for you to complain they didn’t help.” 

You wrinkled your forehead. “Sorry, that’s fair.” Looking up, you gazed into his warm brown eyes, you smiled softly. “Thank you for helping me.” 

He stared at you hard for a moment before turning his head away. “This just means I’m forcing you to train harder next year.” 

You groaned. “For fucks sake.” 

“But really,” he continued. “You aren’t incompetent. You’re like - you’re good.” He said a bit lamely before hesitantly continuing. “You’re good at volleyball, get good grades and get along with people easily. You’re better than most of these scrubs by far.” 

“And I’m pretty.” You swept your hair over your shoulder jokingly. 

There was a pause. “And you’re pretty.” 

“Not to gas you up or anything,” he quickly added. 

You giggled, ignoring the sudden increased palpitation in your chest before responding, “Aw since when is Atsumu Miya a sweetie.”

“Shut up, I take it back.” He stood up and plucked the ball from your hands. “C’mon you need to practice serving.” 

You narrowed your eyes. “My shoulder hurts.”

“Yeah and your serves sucked so let’s go.” 

You were pulled back into the game when the crowd surrounding you stood up, roaring in delight after Suna whipped a point in. Atsumu punched the air, roaring with them and you felt your chest squeeze painfully.

Oh god. 

—--------------------------------------------------

Just as you came to terms with how you felt, things soured with the blonde Miya. 

Atsumu was passionate and wore his heart on his sleeve. This meant that when he was upset, he was upset. Essentially he turned into a stubborn child. 

You were hesitating to open the door because you hadn’t talked to Atsumu in weeks. You were just as stubborn as him and maintained it wasn’t your fault. Both your heads would turn the other way and there was no more bickering - just an icy silence. 

And it all started with a stupid bet.

Atsumu had been teasing you for weeks about how someone seemed to daydream more during class recently and it seemed to result in him somehow getting a higher grade than you on a quiz. In response, you shot back that you’d beat him at midterms.

“Okay bet,” he said easily. 

“And if I win,” he crossed his arms and tilted his head with a smirk. “You have to wear the Inarizaki cheerleader uniform AND yell ‘GO ATSUMU’ during our game.”

You looked at him unamused. “I thought you didn’t like people distracting you.”

“During my serves. Do NOT do it during my serve,” his face darkened. 

“Okay okay moody. But if I win,” an evil look crossed your face. “You have to do the same thing.”

Suna’s eyes widened. “I would literally pay money to see that.” 

Atsumu’s eyebrows raised. “You want me to yell ‘GO ATSUMU’?”

You blinked at him in response. “This will be so easy.”

“The pom poms would look so small,” mumbled Suna quietly as Atsumu yelped indignantly.

Your eyelids pressed shut.

I’m so done with the boy’s volleyball team at this school.” 

However, what you didn’t know was that Atsumu, though lacking in other areas, was fairly good at math when he tried. This, and the lack of sleep you claimed to have, resulted in him scoring a lousy 2 points above you. 

Hence you stood in a uniform, pom–poms in hand and a bow in your hair at the game that would qualify Inarizaki for the fall tournament. 

“Suna, please tell me you got this on camera.”

The tall boy waved his phone up. “Oh yeah, with many different angles of her scrunched up angry face. You know-,” He leaned down, hands placed in his pockets, to your eye level. “You’d be prettier if you smiled.” 

Your eyes narrowed into slits. “Suna Rintaro you did not just say that. It’s so offensive and plays into traditional gender roles and on behalf of all girls I should-”

“Ap-buh-uh,” his slanted eyes turned upward into crescent moons as he straightened with an easy smile. “Just a joke, princess. You genuinely look good.” 

You huffed in annoyance. “I look good in anything.”

You waited for a comment from the annoying setter beside Suna but just found him blinking at you. 

“What are you doing?”

“Enjoying the moment,” he said with an oh so innocent smile. 

“Creep.”

“Hey I’m not the one who stinks at math.” He threw his hands up in defence. 

“TWO POINTS MIYA,” you moved to smack the back of his head and he dodged easily before speed walking down the hall.

“Oh what’s that I think we have to go warm-up,” he exclaimed loudly before smirking. “Don’t forget to cheer me on.”

“UGH.” You sighed in defeat.

“So when are you confessing your undying love for him?”

You squawked at Suna in protest. “I do not - I- it’s Atsumu - he -”

“I got it, breathe y/n,” he ruffled your hair and gave you a peace sign in farewell before walking off after Atsumu.

“Cheer for your guy loudly Ms. Cheerleader.” 

You huffed and you felt a hand slip into yours. Your head spun before you relaxed, recognising one of the regular cheerleaders behind you. She had been kind enough to lend you her spare uniform and teach you some of the cheers. 

“Y/n we have to get to our seats!” 

“Yay,” you said. Your voice fell flat despite trying to sound enthusiastic. 

She laughed and began to tug you into the gym. “Aw c’mon, you look gorgeous. Your boyfriend must be pumped to have you cheer for him!”

“He isn’t my boyfriend.”

“Hmm sure,” she said and made a knowing face at you. 

“He isn’t!” 

“Oh look, they're warming up. Let’s go to our seats before they start.”

And so you let yourself chant along with the girls beside you, throwing up your pom poms a little late but trying your best nonetheless. Atsumu was on fire as usual, syncing perfectly with Suna and Aran. Osamu made a few service errors, but you knew that he had been a bit ill the past few days. Some of your friends from the volleyball team even joined you and all of you screamed your support from the stands.

Finally the match came to an end and naturally Inarizaki won. You were so proud of the team and as they went around to high-five the other team your friend turned to you. 

“y/n, we’re going to the mall to hang out after. Wanna join us?” 

You nodded absent-mindedly, your gaze fixed upon the team below. “I think I can join you later. I want to say hi to the boys before I go.” 

She giggled. “Of course, gotta see Atsumu before you go.”

“Hey! I want to see Osamu and Suna too!” 

She simply laughed. “You’re practically bouncing in your seat. Hurry up and go say bye, we can wait for you outside.”

You nodded in response and took off towards the locker room. Normally, the guys would have a brief talk before changing and Atsumu would be standing outside, a smile on his face and with a slight wave of his hand. You’d thought about changing first to spare yourself from his teasing but honestly, you secretly thought you looked kinda cute in the uniform and wanted him to see you in it again. 

A sudden hand clamped around your wrist before you could make it down the corridor and you turned your head in confusion, locking eyes with a stranger. You recognised him as one of the players on the opposing team.

“What the hell are you doing?” You nearly squawked. 

“I couldn’t help but notice you in the stands today and was wondering why our side didn’t have any supporters as gorgeous as you,” he said with a wink.

“Thanks for the compliment but please don’t touch me.” 

“I saw you with the team before the game too. You’re a popular girl~” 

“So what?” Trying to calm your rising panic and you attempted to rip your arm away from him but his grip was too strong. 

“What’s wrong? You seem to be already whoring yourself out to them so what’s the problem with one more.”

“Fuck you,” you spit and thrashed against him. You reached your other hand up to slap his face but found yourself pinned against the lockers.

Your eyes widened as he leaned his face toward you with a fake smile plastered on your face. The feeling of being so helpless made your blood run cold and you froze, unable to understand what was actually going on. You closed your eyes, bracing yourself to headbutt him when you heard a loud crack. Your eyes snapped open and you saw the boy holding his cheek and a fuming Atsumu was standing in front of him. You felt a pair of gentle arms slowly pull you away from the two and you looked up to see Suna had wrapped his arms lightly around you, his gaze flatly looking at the other boy.

“Are you okay?” he murmured. 

You nodded faintly but you were focused on Atsumu’s face. His face - you had never seen any expression even close to that. Fury was radiating from him as he roughly shoved the boy against the locker and raised his arm again.

You wrenched yourself free from Suna’s grip and ran to stand by Atsumu.

“That’s enough Atsumu!” You gripped the arm that he had balled into a fist. “I’m okay.”

“Miya look at me!” you said when he didn’t reply. “Please!”

He finally dragged his eyes away from the boy and you shivered as he focused his glare on you.

“It’s fine,” you repeated softly and he thankfully put his arm down.

“He isn’t worth you getting kicked off the team,” you continued firmly and Atsumu finally let go of the boy whose face had gone white as Osamu showed up. The trio stood angrily in front of him and you realised in that moment they were quite intimidatingly big. 

“Don’t show your face in front of us again or I’ll beat the shit out of you,” Atsumu spit.

“C’mon Atsumu,” Osamu pushed his twin away and roughly pushed him in the direction opposite of the player. 

“Don’t touch me,” he said growling. 

“Atsumu,” you began cautiously as you trailed after him outside the exit doors. “Atsumu is your hand okay?” 

“Just what the fuck were you doing?” 

“Excuse me?” 

“Why were you just standing there? Why the hell were you not fighting back?”

“I was fighting back!” you said, eyes flashing in anger. “I just froze up for a second! Heaven forbid I was fucking scared.” 

He shook his head as if your words were bouncing off of him. “How stupid are you? You’re always doing this - not taking care of yourself and acting all airheaded and zoning out. It’s a goddamn chore to watch out for you!”

“Nobody asked you to watch out for me,” your voice increased to match his. 

“Maybe if you stopped daydreaming like an idiot you’d start playing like an actual decent player instead of just sleeping on the court. Hell maybe your team would be able to stop being shit enough to fucking qualify for nationals for once.” 

“Dude that’s enough,” Osamu looked at him incredulously. 

You took a step back. Atsumu knew better than anyone else how hard on yourself you are, especially about volleyball. You had been overstressed recently as your grades were suffering because you kept staying so late to keep practising and you felt like you were drowning trying to balance everything. 

Your arms came up to wrap themselves around you protectively. 

The anger drained out of his face almost comically fast. “Y/n,” he said, a hint of fear on his face. 

You started to back away and shrugged nonchalantly. 

“No no, you know what you’re right,” you hated how your voice came out shakily. “It’s my fault that someone harassed ME, it’s MY fault our team keeps losing, and it’s MY damn fault that I’m not strong enough to have it together all the time.” 

“Y/n that’s not what I mea-.”

“No, that's exactly what you were saying,” you said, cutting him off. “Fuck you Atsumu.” Tears pricked at your eyes and you blinked them away, refusing to let him see you cry. 

“Y/n? Is everything okay?” 

The group of you all shifted to see your friends cautiously looking at you. “We heard yelling and you never came out so we were worried.”

“Yep,” you said, attempting to sound cheerful. “Everything’s good. Let’s go, I’m finished here.” 

“y/n,” Atsumu said with a hint of desperation in his voice. 

“I’ll see you guys around.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at any of the boys and simply sped off towards your friends. 

“That was a low blow,” Osamu shook his head.

Atsumu stared after your retreating figure before groaning and banged his fist against the locker. “I’m so fucked.” 

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And that’s the last time you really talked to Atsumu. He made multiple attempts to talk to you in school but always found you surrounded by your friends. They looked at him reproachfully and you were grateful to have such great people supporting you. He tried to confront you a couple of times before and after practice but your captain always made sure to kick him out of the gym and after you would practically sprint home before the boys’ had finished their practice. 

“He’s pretty hostile nowadays,” Osamu sighed from beside you. He’d found you hiding on the rooftop during lunch one day.

“What a surprise.”

“He’s beating himself up for it for sure though.” 

“Miya, are you defending your brother for once,” you tried to joke. 

“I dunno,” he leaned against his arms behind him. “You know how he gets. He’s an ass for sure but he was so worried that day. I’m not sure I blame him entirely though. It’d be infuriating to see anyone in that position. Let alone the girl he -” he paused. “Let alone our friend.” 

There was a silence long enough you felt Osamu glancing at you repeatedly. 

You really weren’t upset with Atsumu. At first, you were admittedly a bit scared of him - you’d never seen that side of him before. BUt you realised that it was probable that the anger was never directed at you. He defended you without a second thought and likely risked a suspension. Atsumu had supported you these past few months and had been a good, albeit kind of annoying, friend. He had his moments - enough so that you had fallen for him. Was it fair that you cut him out of your life?

“I miss him.” you admitted and tucked your knees against your chest. “I don’t really know how to talk to him though. I just keep hearing his words and I’m scared, like what if he loses his temper and says something hurtful again.” 

Osamu nodded. “I can’t promise ‘Tsumu won’t get mad again or say something hurtful and you definitely shouldn’t have to deal with it or make excuses for him. But he cares for you a lot and he doesn’t know how to be concerned since he’s emotionally stupid.” 

“Also,” he finally added. “Ma beat him with a spoon when she found out what happened so the likelihood of him doing it again seems very low.”

You giggled. “Aw Mama Miya putting the fear of god in her boys.”

“Mama Miya is very scary.” Osamu made a face. “She’s probably the only person Atsumu will listen to.” 

Your giggles rang out across the rooftop and Osamu huffed in amusement. As the sounds faded, your eyebrows drew together. You just needed time. You’d get over his words - they were empty after all - but until you could just see him for the boy you liked again, it’d be better to take a break from seeing him. 

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A few months passed and Atsumu largely left you alone after a while. You could still feel his eyes on you if he passed by your classroom and you gave quick nods in his direction when you waved at Osamu and Suna. 

And then suddenly, here you found yourself after a game, knowing that he was probably in a shitty mood and asking yourself if you were willing to have him lash out at you again. The men’s volleyball team had gone to nationals and lost at the quarterfinals. You had given him a quick good luck after you stopped by to check on Osamu and Suna before the game but had screamed your lungs out cheering him on during the matches. You were shocked and your heart dropped when they lost after fighting so hard to break the tie. 

You knew he was taking it hard and would be blaming himself for everything.

How is he? You’d texted Osamu.

Not good. We’re leaving him alone.

Yikes is he being hard on you guys?

Nah tbh he’s p down and not saying much. 

The corners of your lips turned downward as you stared at the text. Before you knew it, your feet had led you to the team where they had directed you here.

You took a deep breath and opened the door praying Atsumu was still in there. He was your friend, the guy you had fallen for, and a source of comfort for you when you were having a tough time. It didn’t even matter if he had harsh words - you wanted to be there for him. 

The tall blonde was sitting on the bench, his arms bracing his back, and a towel covering his face. 

“‘Tsumu.” 

No response.

“‘Tsumu.” You called again, standing in front of him. 

“Not a good time, princess.” 

You reached a shaky hand out to place on his shoulder. 

You heard him inhale and a warm hand lifted to cover yours. The other came up to place itself on your hip and his head lolled forward onto your stomach. Your unoccupied hand gently began to rub small circles on his back. 

It oddly felt relaxing in that position and you didn’t feel anxious. It reminded you of those quiet walks home where there was a muted comfort between the two of you. 

“I’m not going to tell you ‘it's just one of those days’ and anybody gets them. While it’s true, you aren’t ‘anybody’. The standard for you is high - you set it yourself after all. But you always pull through.” You gave a little laugh. “You’re a great guy. That’s why all the people in your life stick with you no matter how callous and insensitive you can get.” You rolled back the towel so you could see his face. 

“You too?” His eyes peered intensely into yours. 

“Yep. Me too.” 

“M’sorry,” he said in a low voice. “Please don’t be mad anymore.”

“I’m not,” you said, your face softening but then frowned. “But I’m not sure if I forgive you yet.”

“I’ll take whatever I can get.” He half-heartedly gave you a crooked smile. 

“Dummy,” you shook your head, “I missed you.” 

He laughed, getting up and pulling you into a hug. The two of you stood, smiling idiotically at each other. 

“Is this a bad time to mention that Suna says you have a crush on me.”

“What???” 

You tried to untangle yourself from him but he merely squeezed you tightly in response.

“Take all the time you need. Just let me know when it’s okay to ask you out properly, alright?”

You groaned and buried your face into his chest. 

“Okay? Hello y/n are you there? y/n?”

“Fine, shut up, I'll let you know.” 

Fin.

#for the record #i love cheerleading #not roasting them #im just a volleyball player #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #atsumu angst #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya #hq atsumu #osamu miya #inarizaki #suna rintaro #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fic

[coryosmin]

Omfg modern!Sej who plays football and fucks you in the locker rooms

(Bonus points if someone walk in and you get caught)

xoxo- 🦢

your wish is my command 😏

after game celebrations

modern football player sejanus x cheerleader fem reader, university au, nsfw - mdni, includes nsfw content, p in v, getting caught having sex, exhibitionism kink, unprotected sex, praise kink

1,500 words

being a cheerleader, you were constantly at all of the games hosted by your university. you were dressed in the red and gray cheerleading uniform, cheering off the university’s football team as they played against some other university. It was always a lot of fun, especially if your university won like it did tonight. because it always meant your boyfriend, the quarterback, sejanus plinth, was always ready to celebrate with you. the football team left the field shouting and cheering as they made their way to the locker room. you stayed back, celebrating with your fellow cheerleaders at the fact that you guys had won.

as the team members began walking out of the locker room fully showered and changed, you waited patiently for sejanus. he was certainly taking longer than you had expected but he was likely just chatting with his teammates and having fun. when you realized sejanus was taking too long, as all his teammates were already leaving, you walked into the locker room. “sej?” you called out, looking around.

and in one swift movement, sejanus was behind you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your neck. he was still in his football uniform and sweaty, not having showered yet. “hey baby,” he greeted against your skin.

you smiled, leaning into his touch. “hello stinky,” you teased. “i see you haven’t showered yet.”

sejanus chuckled against your skin, giving one more kiss before responding. “was waiting for you,” he murmured, pulling away slightly to turn you to face him. “want you.”

you looked at your boyfriend, blushing as you realized he was having the post-game hornies. you smiled at sejanus as he gripped your waist, grinning at you cheekily. “babe, we can’t just have sex in the locker room,” you said, rolling your eyes.

sejanus mockingly rolled his eyes in response. “and why’s that?” he asked.

you glared at him jokingly with no heat behind it. “because we’re in public, you dumbass,” you said as though it were obvious. though you pressed yourself close to sej, clearly signaling that you wanted him too.

sejanus scoffed. “everyone’s already changed. besides, if someone does walk in, they’ll just be jealous that i have you.” he said as a matter-of-fact. “if you genuinely don’t want to, baby, that’s perfectly fine but by the way you’re practically pressing yourself against me, i’m assuming you want to?” he asked, smirking and quirking an eyebrow.

you let out a small giggle, nodding your head. “i want you too, sej.”

sejanus smiled before leaning down to kiss your lips. his lips were chapped but soft, kissing you with sweetness and also hunger. you kissed sejanus back just as nicely, your lips smooth due to the lip gloss you were wearing. you wrapped your arms around his neck while he wrapped his arms around your waist.

sejanus’s right hand moved from your waist to your thigh, creeping its way to your clothed core. he continued to kiss you as he began rubbing your clit through your uniform. you let out a small moan at the feeling, bucking your hips into his hand. sejanus let out a small chuckle against your lips, loving the way that your body reacts to him whenever he touches you.

he pulled away from the kiss to look at you. your cheeks were red from arousal as he rubbed your clit gently. he felt the wetness of your pussy oozing through your uniform. “you’re always so ready for me, baby,” he murmured, kissing your forehead. he pushed your uniform to the side to feel your pussy with his fingers. he spread your wetness around. “so wet.”

“always ready for you, sej,” you murmured back, licking your lips. you let out a shaky breath. “you’re just so sweaty and handsome, can’t help but be hot and bothered by you.”

sejanus chuckled again, kissing your lips. “an always hot and bothered by you too, baby doll. especially in that uniform,” he smirked, inserting his finger into you and thrusting it in and out slowly.

you moaned, biting your lip as sejanus began to finger you. you looked up at sej while he looked at you. his hair was sticking to his forehead due the game, his eyes were dark and glossy, signaling the obvious arousal he had. sejanus added another finger, curling them up inside of you. you let out another moan, a bit louder, as sejanus began thrusting his fingers against your g-spot. “fuck,” you breathed out, closing your eyes in pleasure.

sejanus watched you with admiration. he loved that you always became so worked up by his fingers. you were just so wet for him that he couldn’t help but imagine his cock inside of you. the room was filled with the squelching sounds of his fingers thrusting inside of you. “god, you’re so wet,” he breathed out.

you nodded your head, moaning. you threw your head back, feeling that familiar heat in your abdomen. “am close, sej,” you whimpered, your left hand gripping his shoulder.

“yeah?” sej said, thrusting his fingers in and out of you. “cum for me like a good girl,” he spoke, his voice thick.

you whine at the praise, always cumming quicker whenever sej praises you. and without warning, you’re cumming. your thighs clenched as your walls tightened around sej’s fingers. you let out a high pitched but soft moan, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you came. “so good, doing so good for me, baby,” sej spoke as you came, fingering you through your orgasm.

and as you came down from your high, sej released his fingers from your cunt, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them. “mmm,” he hummed. “always taste so good, princess,” he said, bringing his hand back down to grip your hips. he pushed you gently up against one of the lockers. “gonna fuck you now, okay?”

you licked your lips, nodding your head. “please, sej,” you whined. “need your cock so bad.”

sej smirked, nodding his head. he brought his hands to his uniform pants, pulling them down enough to let his cock out. “love fucking you so good after a game,” he said, grabbing one of your legs and hiking it around his waist. he then grabbed his cock, guiding it to your hole and easing inside of you. he let out a low groan, leaning down to kiss your lips.

you let out a whine, oversensitive from your orgasm. you kissed sej back. sejanus’s cock was so thick and girthy. he always stretched you out so good and you couldn’t help how tight you were around his cock. “so big,” you murmured against his lips.

sejanus let out a shaky breath. “fuck, you’re always so tight, baby.” he said, thrusting out of you before thrusting his cock back in. “so wet and so tight.” his movements were slow, getting you used to his length.

you moaned, leaning your head on sejanus’s jersey covered shoulder while your back was pressed against the lockers. “faster, sej,” you breathed out, wanting sej to pound you so good.

sejanus obliged, letting out a moan as he began moving his hips faster. “fuck,” he said, throwing his head back in pleasure as he moved his hips.

while you and sej were having sex in the locker room, coriolanus snow had walked in while also looking through his gym bag. “hey sej, have you seen-“ the blond cut himself off as he heard moans coming from the locker room. he looked up to see sej fucking you against coriolanus’s locker in the locker room. coriolanus’s eyes widened. “oh shit dude, get it,” he said before turning to walk out.

clearly his disruption didn’t cause either of you to stop. in fact, it spurred sejanus on. he continued to move his hips, moaning a bit louder. “f-fuck,” he stuttered out. “so close.”

you moaned, closing your eyes. “am close too, sej. so close.” you whined.

“you’re doing so good, baby,” he said. “clenching my cock so good.” his hips moved faster as he felt his release coming. “oh my god,” he said, bringing his head forward to bury his head in your neck.

you arched your back, feeling your second orgasm approaching quickly. “oh fuck!” you moaned out as you came, clenching hard around sejanus’s cock. your thighs quivered as your body shook from your orgasm.

sejanus whined, unable to help the noise as he came inside of you. “fuuuuck,” he moaned out, riding out his orgasm with tiny thrusts as he released ropes of cum.

and when you both finished, sejanus pulled out, putting your uniform back in place and placing your leg back down. he leaned his forehead against yours, kissing your lips. the both of you breathed heavily, relishing in the moment you both shared. “so you definitely have an exhibitioist kink,” you breathed out, causing sejanus to laugh.

“indeed i do,” he replied, kissing your lips again.

#🦢 anon #🦢 #minsasks #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #thg #thg tbosas #tbosas #sejanus plinth x fem!reader #sejanus plinth imagine #sejanus plinth smut #sejanus plinth x reader #sejanus plinth #sejanus x you #sejanus smut #sejanus x reader

[louloulemons-posts]

Harrington!reader, Steve’s little sister. Popular, a cheerleader, first time senior and Chrissy’s best friend. But she has a secret that only her best friend knows. She’s had a crush on Eddie Munson since middle school. She’s afraid to tell him, thinking there’s no way he’d be into her. Until one day in the cafeteria, Jason Carver calls Eddie a freak. She confronts him, and punches him in the face, breaking or spraining her hand/wrist. Guess her little secret is out, and she may never be popular again.

Bruised Knuckles

Eddie x Fem!Harrington!Reader

Summary : Reader likes Eddie, but it only comes to light when people are cruel and punches are thrown.

Word Count : 1.4k

Warnings : Not proofread, 4am writing, swears, punches, broken nose, jason is a homophobic asshole, bullying (from jason), best big brother steve, fluffy, eddie a cutie, cute reader, bestie chrissy.

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Walking arm in arm with Chrissy you laughed loudly at something she said, “I’m not even kidding! It went everywhere.”

“You know for a the head cheerleader you’re incredibly clumsy Chris.”

“I know!”

Heading into the exit you saw him. Your crush. Eddie Munson. The so called Freak of Hawkins. You didn’t think that, you thought he was sweet, kind, a little eccentric, but not a freak.

You’d liked him since Middle school, he appeared out of nowhere, buzzcut and guitar loving. Not much had changed, but now deep chocolate curls lay on his head.

You knew you didn’t stand a chance, he probably liked Chrissy, everyone liked Chrissy. You loved your best friend, but you loathed how boys would get close to you, just to reveal that they liked her.

“Hey!” Chrissy snaps a finger in front of your face, “Where’d you go?”

“Sorry. Daydreaming about you being covered in flour.”

“You’re so horrible to me,” she whined, shoving you lightly.

Laughing you met a pair of beautiful brown eyes, Eddie. Smiling slightly as him, as you walked past, almost dragging Chrissy to speed up.

Exiting the school you heard a familiar voice, “Hey there you are.” It was Steve your big brother. “Hi, sorry got held up in practice.”

“No worries,” he waved to Chrissy, “Did you need a ride?”

“No thanks. I better go,” she smiled to you, squeezing you lightly before heading off.

“Let’s go then,” your brother spoke. Opening the door and climbing in you heard a voice. A voice you loved so much. “Harrington.”

“Munson, how are you?”

“You know, crawling towards graduation. You coming to Henderson’s this weekend?”

“Course, gotta babysit.” He let out a laugh, man was a stunning sound.

“Uh, you know my sister,” he motioned to you, speaking your name. “Oh right, we have History together right?”

You hummed in response, words failing you.

“Well I better get her home, got a shift tonight.” Thank god for Steve.

“Right, I’ll see you Saturday. See you tomorrow,” he waved to you.

Sliding into the car, you wanted to floor to eat you. Oh my god that was so embarrassing.

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Finally it was lunch, you’d be waiting for this all day, not bothering with breakfast as you were running late. You slid into your seat next to Chrissy, other cheerleaders and members of the basketball team joined you. You’d have to say Chrissy was your only friend though.

You were often glad at how chatty she was, due to your shy nature. It was also hard to know you were Steve’s sister as he was incredibly confident himself, you’d claimed he stole it all before you were born.

“Oh man look who’s here,” Jason groaned. Two of the newest members of Hellfire, Mike and Dustin. Friends of Steves, you’d met them a couple times they were sweet. “Such freaks,” one of his friends said.

Rolling your eyes, you stabbed a piece of fruit, popping it in your mouth rather aggressively. They were such assholes. “You good?” Chrissy asked.

“Mhm, apple?” Sliding her the pot without looking.

“I dare you!” one of the boys laughed, pushing Jason’s shoulder. “Well I can’t back down from a dare,” he smirked. Lifting up a bottle of mountain dew he unscrewed the lid.

“Oh Jason don’t! They’re not doing anything!” Chrissy said, trying to stop her dick of a boyfriend. “A dares a dare Chris.”

The bottle flew from Jason’s hand, drenching the two younger boys.

Silence. Then laughter. Jason was cackling, almost falling from his seat. “It’s not funny!” you snapped. “Yeah Jason what the hell!” Chrissy continued.

Jason was dragged out of his seat, shoved up the wall by his collar. “What the matter with you? You can have an issue with me, but do not take it out on them, you hear me asshole.” Eddie.

“Get off me freak,” he shoved the taller boy back. “Yeah I’m the freak not them, so leave them alone.”

“Aw standing up for them, god Munson if you couldn’t get any weirder, now you’re hanging around with kids. You must be like that Byers kid, is it true what they say kids without dads become fa-”

A cracking sound echoed across the room.

Pulling back you fist you winced, but ignored it, talking to Jason so only he’d hear you.

“Shut your fucking mouth, you don’t ever talk about Will like that you hear me, or Eddie for that matter. You are a pathetic little boy, who needs to grow up and if you try this again I will shove my foot up your-”

“Miss Harrington, my office now.” Shit.

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Waiting in the reception office, you sat with an ice pack on your hand. Bruising now coming out across your knuckles. You’d been suspended for a week for breaking Jasons nose. It was worth it.

“Hi I’m here to pick up my sister.” Thank god Steve was your top contact, not that your parents would give two shits anyway. “She’s just through there. I just need to get you a form to fill out for me.”

The receptionist left and Steve headed over to you. “Suspended. Seriously, what the hell did you do?” Steve scolded, sitting next to you. You couldn’t meet his eyes.

“Punched Jason Carver in the face.” Steve’s eyes widened you weren’t the violent type. “Broke his nose,” you whispered.

“Why on earth did you do that?”

“Was being mean, threw something at Dustin and Mike. Then he said something real horrible about Will, he just needed someone to stop him.”

He said your name softly, “Here’s that paperwork Mr Harrington,” he got up walking over to the desk, but soon you were on your way, leaving the school.

Climbing into the car, it was like dejavu. “Harrington!”

“Munson? Hey man, sorry can’t stay and chat, have to get going.” Eddie came closer, “Sorry Steve I was actually talking to Harrington Junior over there.”

Looking up from the ground you met his eyes again. “Oh right, I’ll um … let you two talk.” You brother slid into the car awkwardly.

“Walk with me?” Eddie asked, you followed. “So um, what did you want to talk about?”

“Is that a serious question?” he asked.

“Ha, no.”

“You didn’t have to do what you did, I mean the punch was incredible, but a weeks suspension.”

“It’s fine, someone was going to do it at some point.”

“I mean yeah, but not you.”

“Why not me?” you asked him, looking up as his eyes widened. “W-well you’re you and I-I.”

“Like you said Munson it was an incredible punch. My brother is the bad fighter, not me.” He laughed at that, nodding.

“Well I wanted to say thank you, on behalf of all of Hellfire and freaks in town.”

“I don’t think you’re a freak,” you said softly.

“You, you don’t?”

“No. I think you’re cool, you know what you like and you don’t hide it.”

“Well thank you, gentle lady,” he mockingly bowed to you.

“You’re welcome kind sir,” you curtseyed back, making you both chuckle. “You’re even nicer that I imagined,” Eddie spoke.

“Hm?”

“Oh- I didn’t mean to say that out loud,” his face flushed, beet-red.

“You imagined me?”

“W-well um … yeah. Sorry, that’s weird.”

“No, it’s okay. I’ve imagined you too Eddie,” you laughed, “Okay it sounds a little weird, but weird is good.”

“You’ve thought about me?”

“More than I care to admit actually.”

“Please stop me if I’m getting the wrong idea but would you maybe wanna hang out sometime?”

“L-like a date?”

“Mhm, if you’d like to that is,” he said, nervously fiddling with his rings. “I’d really like that.”

“Great.”

“Great.” A car horn beeped. “I umm should probably get going.”

“Right,” he smiled. Wandering back to the car you paused running back to the metal head. Taking his hand in yours, you pulled a sharpie from your pocket. Trying to be gentle so you didn’t hit your knuckles.

“What are you doing?” he asked as you scribbled on his skin. “My number. Call me about the date okay?”

“Okay,” he smiled and this time you really left.

Climbing in the car next to your brother. “So suspension and a date on the same day, what has happened to you?”

“Shut up!” you whined.

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A/N : thank you for the request I hope this was similar to what you had in mind and you enjoyed 🤍

Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍

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[hauntedestheart]

Team Meeting (Male Possession)

As captain of his college football team, Jayvon had a lot of responsibilities on his shoulders. Not only was he expected to be the coach's right hand man and keep the team running like a machine on the field, he also had to make sure that the team behaved themselves off the field as well, which was why the team decided that he should be the one to break "the news" at the next post-practice meeting.

"Championship is on the horizon team," Jayvon addressed his teammates, bellowing loudly so the sweaty young men would pay attention. "This is what all of us have been dreaming about since we picked up the ball back in high school, a chance to get that trophy and be the best team in the country. So I need everyone on their A-game." He paused expectantly. "Anything you wanna share with the team Kyle?"

All eyes went to to Kyle, the handsome running back, who was at that moment distracted by the surreptitious flexing he was doing of his sizeable right bicep. He giggled under his breath, one hand squeezing at the swell of muscle, but at the sound of his name he quickly lowered his hands to his sides and looked up sheepishly.

"Me?" Kyle asked, confused, and he dusted his hands off on his sides. "Uh, no, I think you said it all. Just, you know, go team!"

The young man gave a few small claps and then threw his fist in the air like a cheerleader, a rather dainty looking motion that elicited groans from his teammates. Jayvon bent his head and pinched the brim of his nose, letting out an exhausted sigh.

"Benicio, we know it's you in there," he grumbled, fixing a tired stare onto the sandy haired boy in front of him.

From the outside, he looked just like the same strapping running back who had been a valuable member of the team for the past three years. But Jayvon was certain there was someone else inside, and he had the whole team backing him up on that.

Kyle flinched and a look of shock crossed his face for a moment, but then he scoffed and crossed his arms. "Wh- what are you guys talking about?"

"Cut the crap Ben, we know you stole Kyle's body," one of the other team members called out, and Jayvon shot the speaker a stern look.

"I'll handle this guys," Jayvon assured them, and then he turned his attention back to the impostor in their midst. "Ben, don't bother pretending, everybody's figured it out by now. You've done a terrible job of acting like Kyle."

"Excuse me?" Kyle gasped and splayed one hand out across his chest dramatically- something Jayvon knew the real Kyle would never do. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're literally wearing a crop top," Jayvon pointed out. "When have you ever seen Kyle wear a crop top?"

Kyle glanced down at the thin grey crop top he was wearing- sleeveless, so as to show off his powerful arms, and just short enough that it would flare up and reveal tantalizing glimpses of his abs as he ran. A slutty choice for workout gear clearly meant to draw the eyes, and very unlike the Kyle everyone knew.

"Maybe I just wanted a change," Kyle tugged at the hem of the shirt, one of his hands moving instinctively to slide over the ridges of his tight six pack. "I've got these great abs, why wouldn't I want to show them off?"

"Even if I believed that, you don't know any of the plays," Jayvon continued, and the rest of the team mumbled their agreement. "Kyle has the playbook memorized front to back and yet you can barely catch a ball."

Kyle crossed his arms and shuffled in place, his meek and insecure body language a stark contrast to his heavily muscular form.

"Brain fart?" He protested weakly, the sweat on his head unrelated to the heavy workout he'd just participated in. "So I've been having a few off-games, that doesn't mean I've been body snatched."

"And dude, I'm just gonna say it," Jayvon shook his head- he'd hoped he wouldn't have to bring this one up. "You've done a terrible job of concealing your boners in the showers. Did you think we wouldn't notice that thing swinging around? It's kinda hard to miss."

Jayvon shuddered when he thought back over the behavior Kyle had demonstrated over the last few weeks in the locker room- no one had been able to miss how the running back had suddenly begun regularly sporting massive wood, or how his usual cursory post-game showers had transformed into almost hour long self-worship sessions where he loving rubbed soap into every nook and cranny of his chiseled body. Fortunately no one on the team had reported "Kyle" for any sort of harassment, but Jayvon had been forced to remind him several times that it was not okay to jack off in the community showers.

"Okay, so, I'm virile. I'm a college football player, that's normal!" Kyle frowned and tucked his hands in front of his crotch protectively, attempting to conceal the fact that his dick was already at half mast. The bulge bouncing around in his shorts was another sign that it was an impostor- the real Kyle always wore a cup. "And what, I can't be gay?"

"You can," Jayvon spat on the grass. "But Kyle isn't. Kyle doesn't have a limp wrist. Kyle doesn't stare at everyone's dicks in the shower. And Kyle definitely doesn't go out to gay bars on the weekend, tell everyone his name is Benicio, and offer to let dudes grab his ass in exchange for free shots." Jayvon watched as Kyle's body froze, and he knew he'd hit the mark. "Yeah that's right, my cousin saw you last week. Really Ben?"

Ben finally dropped the act and relaxed, popping out one of his hips and placing his hands on his waist. Everyone recognized the posture of the gay young man who had been attending classes with them for the past four years- only now, he had the face and body of a football hunk.

"Oh, what, so I'm just supposed to pay for drinks when I have a dumpy like this?" Ben rolled his eyes and arched his back, baring Kyle's prodigious bubble butt demonstratively. "As if!"

Everyone on the team erupted into chatter at that, but a quick look from Jayvon silenced them.

"I don't even want to know how," Jayvon frowned and fixed his gaze on Ben. "Just... why?"

"Why do you think?" Ben rolled his eyes. With one hand he lifted up the hem of his crop top, exposing his sweaty torso for the world to see, and the other hand slapped at one of his meaty pecs. "Look at all this body! Kyle is the hottest guy on the team, AND he was a total jackass so I didn't feel bad about doing it. Can you blame me for wanting to have a little bit of fun?"

Jayvon instinctively averted his eyes from the amateur strip show in front of him and cleared his throat.

"Okay, well, you've had your fun," he said. "Now it's time to let him go."

"Are you guys threatening me?" Ben shrunk backwards a bit, glancing around nervously at the pack of ripped men surrounding him, and he seemed to be trying to cram Kyle's hulking body into as little space as possible. "Are you guys gonna like, beat me up? Because I'm warning you, this body has really big muscles so I'm super strong right now and I'll-"

"No one is threatening anything," Jayvon interrupted. "Right boys?"

Everyone on the team voiced their agreement, and Ben relaxed a bit. Jayvon took a cautious step forwards and placed a hand on the young man's shoulder, his voice lowering like he was talking to a frightened animal.

"Look, Ben, everyone here likes you," Jayvon continued. "You seem like a cool dude other than... you know, stealing this guy's body and whoring it out to dudes. And god knows that Kyle could be a bit of an asshole. But he's one of our best running backs and we need him for the season, okay? So we all agreed to just look the other way and let you dip out of him, no questions asked. Otherwise we'll have to go to the authorities with what we know. That sounds fair, right?"

"But-" Ben's lip quivered and tears welled up in his eyes. "But he's so hot! I've never gotten this much dick in my life. I feel so sexy when I'm inside of him, I love being a big strong football guy!"

Jayvon shook his head. "You don't like being a big strong football guy, Ben. You hate football," he said bluntly. "You've showed no interest in it at all since stealing Kyle's body, all you're really interested in is having big muscles and a big dick. You can find somebody else to do that- let Kyle go."

"Well, I was getting tired of having to act masc all the time..." Ben chewed his lip for a moment, mulling over his options, and then he sighed. "Fine! I'll let him go. Just..." Ben glanced around the circle of boys hesitantly, then back to Jayvon. "Can I have a second to say goodbye?"

Jayvon released his shoulder and took a step back, giving a little shrug in confirmation, and immediately Ben's hands were all over Kyle's body. Shamelessly, in front of the entire team, he shoved one hand down the front of his pants, eyes squinting shut with pleasure as he threw his head back and groaned.

"This thing is so sensitive, you guys have no idea," he announced, and all of the other boys shuffled uncomfortably.

Ben's hands continued their farewell tour of Kyle's body, tracing a path up his abs to his bulging pecs, and he gave a little squeak of excitement when he tweaked one of his nipples. The hand remained there, thumb stroking at the peak of pink flesh, and then the other hand darted up and grabbed the other pectoral and he squished the two of them together, giving a little giggle as he did so.

He released his chest and slid his hands back down his body, migrating south until he reached the swell of meat that jutted out from his backside.

"And I think I'll miss you most of all..." he muttered, his fingers digging deep into the pillowy flesh of Kyle's ass one last time. Ben glanced up at Jayvon expectantly, the excitement in his eyes a strange juxtaposition to the massive cock staining the front of his shorts. "Can I rub one out? Just for the road?"

"Okay, that's enough of that," Jayvon coughed awkwardly, deciding that it was best to interrupt this before it went any further. He cleared his throat, mustered up all the authority he had as captain, and clapped his hands. "Here's what's gonna happen now: we're gonna close our eyes, I'm gonna count to ten, and when I open them, Kyle is gonna be Kyle, okay?"

Ben gave out a sigh, nodded, and then Jayvon stuck his hand in the air and began the countdown. All eyes went shut and everyone listened to the booming sound of Jayvon's voice.

"Ten... nine... eight... seven... six... five... four... three..."

Jayvon stumbled and paused in the count early, but everyone opened their eyes two seconds later anyways. Immediately, all eyes were fixed on Kyle's body. The young man was standing in the exact same spot he had been before, but now he wore a look of utter confusion on his face.

"How did I get on the field? What am I wearing?" Kyle groaned as he rubbed at his head, and then he shifted his hips and winced. "And what the fuck happened to my ass?"

Everyone on the team erupted into cheers and they rushed in towards their teammate, patting him on the back and giving him warm wishes on his return. He glanced around, still unsure where he was or what was happening, and his eyes locked onto his captain Jayvon. Jayvon grinned back at him triumphantly.

"Great job everybody, now that that's taken care of, hit the showers!" Jayvon called out, and the men of the football team cheered and took off for the locker rooms with a very confused Kyle trailing behind.

One of the team members stopped, noticing that Jayvon hadn't moved to follow them, and he called over to his captain.

"Hey Jay, are you coming?" He asked, and Jayvon shook his head.

"No, no, I think I'm gonna head out actually," Jayvon said, rubbing at his chest. "Something just came up."

The teammate shrugged and turned to jog away, completely missing the sight of Jayvon tugging his shorts forwards and peeking down at his crotch.

"I can work with this..." Ben grinned.

#male possession

[artemismoorea03]

DP x DC: WHAT THE FUCK, FENTON

I think I've seen something like this somewhere before but I'm also not sure so if there is already something like this, I'm sorry.

WARNINGS: Mentions of Character Death and Grief, Implied/Referenced/Suspected Child Abuse, Depression and Self-Harm? (only implied, but non-graphic) IT HAS A HAPPY ENDING, I PROMISE.

Danny Fenton was dead.

At least, that's what everybody in Amity Park was told after something happened in Fenton Works. Maddie and Jack Fenton insisted that Danny was dead and that a ghost was responsible. Danny's friends and Sister were weirdly quiet though, but not grieving.

No.

Grief was never an emotion that Dash Baxter saw on any of their faces. Instead rage took it's place. A rage that seemed to be shared by Mayor Masters who sudddenly started cracking down on housing laws, regulations, and other issues. He changed is mind of 'Ghosts are the enemy' to 'Ghost Hunting is no longer permitted' much to the annoyance of his "friends".

Dash didn't understand what was happening, what happened to Fentur-Fenton, or why the all the sudden changes but what confused him most was how he felt about it. When he had gotten the news he felt physically sick. He missed two full days of school just because he felt sick. When he went to school and heard some wanna-be A-Listers spreading rumors about how Fenton was in a bad place and had just taken himself out.

Before any of Fenton's friends could even think about shutting them down Dash shut them down by breaking one of their noses.

A few days later he sat with Foley, Manson, and Valerie at lunch. They were surprised and asked him what he was doing there while his friends acted appalled but Dash didn't reply and just put his head down on the table. It wasn't until near the end of lunch that Dash finally spoke.

"I'm sorry... I'll try to be better... for Fenton."

This surprised all of them. Even Dash but what surprised everybody even more was when he started to cry. In the end it was Foley who came over and put his hand on Dash's shoulder.

Nothing was said, but it was enough to comfort Dash and leave him with more questions.

Why weren't they the one's crying? Their best friend had died and they were comforting him? This was bullshit! He didn't even like Fenton!

Right?

It was later that year when Casper High went to Gotham City for a football game against Gotham University. The game was going well until half-time when Star approached them while they were on time out.

"Um... hey guys not to totally like throw off the groove or anything but... isn't that Danny?"

Every member of the gootball team and the cheerleading squad turned to where Star pointed and Dash's eyes locked onto a familiar black haired, blue eyed kid in an expensive uniform. Dash had a split second thought of 'There's no fuckin way that's Fenton. Maybe a look alike?'

But then the kid shrank down slightly between two other teens one with curtained black hair and one with darker skin and Dash knew.

Dash threw himself towards the fence, climbing over the fence and onto the bleachers as Danny held up his hands and stood up quickly. He was pale and anxious, the two teens with him looking ready to fight as Dash grabbed him by teh front of the shirt in front of his whole school.

"WHAT THE FUCK, FENTON?!"

"D-Dash! I can explain, I-"

Danny started rambling out a frantic and bullshit excuse but Dash was just hearing static, ignoring the two teens next to them telling him to put Danny down. Dash then hugged him with a pissed off growl while Danny went stiff.

"We thought you fuckin' died, Man. What the hell..." He whimpered, tears burning his eyes as Danny relaxed and after a moment hugged Dash back.

"Sorry, Dash."

Dash was about to yell at him more when he heard Mr. Lancer shout out.

"TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD, WHAT IS HAPPENING, BAXTER?!" Dash let Danny go and gestured for the teacher to see which was when Dash heard his teacher actually swear for the first time ever. "What the fuck?"

"H-Hi, Mr. Lancer..." Was all Danny could say as an awkward reply.

#dp x dc prompt #Not technically meant to be Swagger Bishie but you do you #Dash is a softie whether he likes it or not #Let Mr. Lancer say fuck #out of everybody he deserves to say it at least once #my prompts

[sinful-mind-joyful-thoughts]

ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍɪꜱꜱ ᴘɪᴘᴇᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ (J.M)

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

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

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

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

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

WC: 4.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So, this is where you live?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Girls Like Girls - Robin Buckley X Cheerleader!Reader

Summary: Robin has a crush on the new girl in town. Y/N is also a new member of the cheer squad, which means Robin sees her all the time at games and other school events. Unfortunately, Robin is put in a tough situation. She's scared to talk to her because the cheerleaders have a reputation of being mean girls and she fears that Y/N may not feel the same. Little does Robin know that Y/N does not appear as she seems. Y/N becomes best friends with Eddie, which seems unlikely at the surface due to different social circles. This leads to rumors of course and word spreads like wildfire here at Hawkins, which then makes Robin's feelings even more confusing. After hanging out with Steve and the gang, Robin starts to see a different side to Y/N. Will they end up together or will they just remain friends?

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Chapter 4

“Listen, all I’m saying is that they hate us ‘bottom of the food chain’ folk because they don’t like that we’re different. But you know what I say to that? Screw em’! Who wants to be like those boring rich assholes anyways?!” Eddie proclaimed as he drove you and Robin home. He tried to make Robin feel better about what had happened, lord knows he knew what it’s like to be treated that way. He was labeled the town freak after all. Eddie’s actions made Robin feel guilty for the way she had thought and spoke to him as of late. Maybe he really is a nice guy after all. The pair of you were still holding hands and you had rubbed her hand with your thumb to soothe her. Robin was feeling an emotion she had never felt before and she was unsure of what it was, peace maybe? She couldn't tell, but she didn’t mind it. 

“Alright, we’re here.” Eddie said as he pulled up to your house. You and Robin had both piled out of the van and made your way to the driver side window. 

“Thanks for picking us up, Eds. You’re a real lifesaver.” Y/N said with gratitude. 

“Yeah, thanks Munson.” Robin said, still feeling guilty.

“Don’t mention it, I’d do it again any day! Now get inside before the little assholes throw eggs at you.” Eddie stated.

 You waved goodbye and led Robin to the front door, opening it and getting inside. Both of you made your way upstairs and headed to your room. “Whoa.” Robin said in awe as you opened the door and turned on the light.

“Is that a bad 'whoa'?” You chuckled.

“No no, I just- I wasn’t expecting your room to look this way I guess.” Robin stammered. Your room had sage green walls that had photos of friends and family on one side, while the other was lined with a few movie posters. Your bedding was green and black, which seemed in theme. You watched Robin as she toured around your room in shock. “I guess I was expecting something more-”

“Pink and girly?” You interrupted as she browsed your vinyl collection. She nodded in response. “Yeah I’m sure that’s what a lot of people think. They think that because I’m a cheerleader, well was a cheerleader, that I like all things pink and frilly and cute. Not that there’s anything wrong with liking those things, it’s just not me at all. Oh god I’m rambling again aren’t I? Oh god I’m sorry.” You giggled nervously as you sat on your bed.

“No no it’s okay really! I don’t mind it, I like rambling. I ramble myself sometimes.” Robin said as she smiled. She made her way over to your bed and sat next to you. “You know, I was expecting to be going back to my place-” Robin began to say.

“Do you want me to call Eddie again? I can tell him to take you home if you’d like! I just figured it was getting late and I don’t live too far from Steve so we could just come here to get away fast ya know?” You interrupted. 

“Oh I’m not complaining, I just wasn’t expecting my night to end like this. Here with you. But I don't mind it, I'm glad I'm here actually.” Robin spoke softly. You both sat with one another for a moment, but it didn’t feel awkward. It felt peaceful, almost right. Like she was meant to be here.

You soon got up and went toward your dresser. “Here’s some clothes to wear for the night, the bathroom is just down the hall and to the left if you wanna go change in there.” You said handing her the clothes. She nodded and headed to the bathroom. While she was gone, you had also changed and gotten yourself ready for bed. Robin soon returned and scrunched up her clothes into a ball on the floor, you watched in confusion. 

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“I figured I should probably sleep on the floor, it just makes sense ya know?” Robin replied as she sat on the floor. “Do you have a blanket or anything I can use?” She asked. You nodded and handed her a few blankets as well as a pillow.

“Here’s a couple just in case and a pillow so you’re more comfortable.” You said with a small smile. She took them and got herself situated. “I guess we should probably sleep then huh?” You suggested. 

“I guess so.” Robin replied.

You turned the lights off and made your way to your bed. “Goodnight Robin, if you need anything at all just let me know okay?” You said crawling into bed. 

“I will, goodnight Y/N.” She said turning over and heading to sleep.

Some time had passed before she heard you speak. “Robin? Are you awake?” You asked.

“Yeah, I’m still awake. You?” Robin asked, soon facepalming herself as she realized you were obviously awake as you had asked the question. 'Dumbass!' She thought to herself.

“Yes I am silly.” You giggled. She sighed in relief that you weren’t laughing at her. “You should come up here, I feel bad that you’re on the floor.” You said sitting up and facing her. 

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable or anything like that.” Robin asked, now facing you as well. You nodded and made a spot for her. She stood from her spot on the floor and crawled in next to you. You moved closer to her after she had gotten settled, you were now facing one another. Robin was grateful that it was mostly dark as she didn’t want you to see how badly she was blushing. Though she is also grateful that the moonlight is peaking through the window as it’s shining onto your face. You were absolutely radiant and Robin couldn’t get enough of you. Robin shuffled closer to you and now both of your foreheads were touching. You giggled and scrunched your nose. God how she loved when you did that. You both lay in the comfort of one another and soon you both drifted off to sleep.

Robin felt a gentle tap on her arm that had woken her up. “Hmm” She cooed as she slowly opened her eyes. 

“It’s time to get up Robin, it’s almost noon, silly.” She heard you giggle. She soon sat up and rubbed her eyes. Robin began to yawn and soon the realization had hit her all at once.

“Oh my god I’m gonna be late for work!” Robin proclaimed as she jumped out of the bed. You couldn’t help but let out a giggle as you watched Robin scramble around your room. “I need different clothes, I can’t wear my costume to work oh god!” She was rambling on until she noticed you holding something in your hand. “What uh what is that?” She asked.

“It’s your clothes you goof, I asked Steve if he could pick them up for you since he was already gonna be taking us to work today.” You said handing her the clothes. “He’s downstairs right now, he’s probably eating some of the food I made.” 

Robin looked on in confusion. “You made- you made breakfast? For me?” She was a little taken aback. 

“Of course I did, I wouldn’t be a good friend if I let you go to work hungry! Plus I owe you after what happened last night.” You stated. 

“Well thank you, that's very kind of you. I’m gonna change and then we can go.” Robin said as she headed toward the bathroom. 

“Okay, I’ll be downstairs fighting Steve off of the food!” You yelled from the top of the stairs.

“I heard that!” Steve yelled back.

Work was pretty slow that day. Not many people showed up as it was the day after Halloween. They were either hungover from all the partying or still asleep from staying up so late, probably from the high on a sugar rush from all the candy. The three of you pretty much just sat around and watched the movies that played until it was time for your break. 

Soon the door swung open. “Hey there losers!”

“Who are you calling lose- oh never mind.” Steve said, turning around and seeing Eddie standing there. 

“Well shit, if this is the thanks I get for bringing you all lunch?” Eddie witted as he set the bags of food down as well as the drinks. 

“How did you know it was-” Robin began to ask.

“I always bring Y/N lunch when she’s working.” Eddie said, playfully rubbing your head as you began to drink your soda. Robin watched on and she began to feel jealous again. She tried so hard not to feel this way, but she couldn’t help it. 

“Oh well uh thanks I guess.” Steve thanked him.

“Hey, it's no problem at all.” Eddie winked back at Steve, this caused Steve to turn a shade of crimson. He quickly turned around to hide his face from Eddie, if he knew what this did to him he’d never live it down. 

You noticed Robin’s mood shift and made your way over to her. “You okay angel?” You asked, gently grabbing her hand. 

“What oh yeah I’m uh I’m fine. Just peachy!” Robin tried to brush it off, but you could see right through it.

“You can tell me you know, I wont judge.” You whispered to her as to not cause Eddie or Steve who were in the middle of an argument about movies to look over to the two of you. 

“I’m just a little tired is all, slow day ya know?” She lied. She hated that she did it, but what else was there to do. She couldn’t just say it was because she hated seeing Eddie be sweet with you and not her. 

“Why don’t you go home and get some rest? Steve and I have this covered, really it’s no trouble at all!” You suggested. 

“Are you sure?” Robin asked, looking at Steve who just nodded.

“Of course! Hey Eds, do you think you can take Robin home for me please?” Y/N asked with pleading eyes.

“Only because you asked so kindly. Come on Buckley, let’s blow this popsicle stand.” Eddie joked as they headed toward the door. They both got into the van and headed on to drop her off. They both sat in an uncomfortable amount of silence before anyone had said anything. Robin had been staring out the window and then finally Eddie spoke to try and break the tension. 

“Look I know you don’t like me very much, I’m not really sure why. But I want you to know that I think you’re pretty cool, especially being friends with Y/N and all. I care about her a lot and if she has you in her circle of people, then you must be pretty damn special.” Eddie said as he focused on the road. Eddie was normally a maniac when he drove. But when he drove with you around, he was as safe as he could be. So he’d do the same with Robin because she was your friend and he knew you’d kill him if something happened to her. 

“Eddie look-” Robin began.

“Hey, you don’t have to tell me anything I get it ya know. I’m not everyone’s favorite person in the world.” Eddie stated with a frown. It made Robin feel even more guilty. They had pulled up to her house and before she got out, Eddie spoke again. “Just do me a favor?”

Robin nodded for him to proceed. “Just make sure you don’t screw it up with Y/N, she’s been through a lot and I’d hate to see her get hurt. She cares about you a lot, you know. I mean she literally never shuts up about you.” He chuckled. 

“I won't, I promise.” Robin responded. You were the last person that she wanted to hurt. You’ve been nothing but kind to her and she cared for you too much. Even though it killed her that she couldn’t be with you. All she ever thought about was you, you were so special to her and nothing would ever change that.

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Seventeen P15-P20

Media The Maze Runner

Characters Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Sweet

Series Seventeen

I headed inside the classroom even if everyone was already busy with the reading 

"Mr Newton, Particular reason you're twenty minutes late to my class?" Janson snapped

"I locked my key in my locker again" I sighed 

"I have half a mind to give you a detention" 

"It's Thursday." I remind him

"Alright, I'll let you off" he sighed 

So I went and took my seat I guess that is the one perk of being the scholastic team captain I can't get detention on Thursdays and Mondays.

I felt the little box burning in my bag I wanted to know so desperately what she had given me, but Ratman is a cunt and if he saw me get it out in his class he'd confiscate it for sure and I'd be lucky to get it back at all. So I just kept my head down and imagined whatever could be in the little box... 

I was first to arrive at the maths room we always used for the scholastic team being first as always. I sat down grabbed the little box from my bag and opened it up, inside the little black box were a few little items, A little orange lollipop, a little chocolate bar, a little pressed flower and a little keyring much like her own but this one had black flowers and a cartoon style slushie cup with the same style of scroll with the words 'You carved open my heart'. 

Awwwww I'm gonna cry! 

Immediately I put the keyring on my bag so I could carry it everywhere with me and put the little box in my bag so I could keep everything safe till I got home, soon enough everyone headed in ready for practice 

"Right kids let's get going!" Jorge says as he arrives eager to start up everything 

I didn't really pay much attention as we did practice questions and such as usual, even if I didn't really try too hard as I knew I didn't need too

"And top again, Is Miyoko!" Jorge says giving her applause and everyone else sighed, God, damn Miyoko.

Miyoko Lee, she wasn't actually in my class but in our year group even if she's literally 12! She was homeschooled until nine and has skipped almost half the years she's been alive. I mean it was fair to skip her as she is honestly as close to a genius as I have ever known, she's just insanely smart and untouchable I couldn't even take the piss or be mean to the little squirt as she is minho Lee head of the track team's little sister. 

"I don't know how we're meant to compete with her" Nick complained 

"Well if you boys did you're practice more maybe you could compete with Miyoko. But you're all on the same team" Jorge explained "Ohh just a sec-" He says heading out to talk with a passing teacher

"You know you could save all you're showing off for the next actual competition?" Jeff said 

"가서 엿 먹어도 돼" was her response

"Uhh... Team captain? you gonna do something about this?" Nick asked

"Look I've already been beaten up by a member of the track team, I'm not doing it again"

"That's fair" 

"Alright kiddo's get off home before the track meet's over so you don't get boxed in," Jorge says as he got back to the room everyone very quickly began to scamper I got my stuff and wanted to get home too but as I headed out I noticed how busy the track field still was as the track meet would not be over for a good half hour. I knew I should start on the walk home but...

I headed over to the track field sneaking in through the tall fence, seeing the tall bleachers full of people mostly parents and those who supported the team, they were setting the tracks up for another heat, the lights on bright making it strange as the track looked as bright as a summer day but just beyond the fence was the autumn darkness, The track team stood warming up as well as the team from the other nearby school, The small group of flag girls by the track meaning my sister and Zoe both of them looking bored. But drawing all the attention were the cheerleaders doing a route as the track was prepped, all the usual stick jumping, kicks, arm waves, pompom's all kind of a blur honestly.

The whistle blew for the heat and everyone took their lanes so the cheerleaders moved off the track and that's when we caught eyes, Y/n at the back of course pompom's in hand much as I had seen her earlier in the day I smiled and gently waved to her and she happily waved back the pompom swishing as she did but the race started and was kicked to cheer with the other girls. 

I found myself a spot on the bleachers and watched everything going on even if I did have to put my headphones in as it just got way too much for me. I didn't really pay much attention to the track meet only clapping when everyone around me did and even then only when I really noticed but I made sure to watch the girls, doing all their little cheer routines even if y/n often got shoved up the back I still found it impossible not to watch her. 

I often had to force my thoughts away when they did kicks and lifts given it often exposed the small white shorts she wore under the cheer skirt. But eventually, the meet was over, I honestly have no clue who won but I jumped out of my skin when y/n sat beside me with her bag and her pom pom's I quickly took my headphones out and did my best to smile 

"Hi y/n"

"Hi newt," she smiled "I thought you weren't coming?"

"Ohh well Scholastic got finished early, so I came to see you"

"Awww that's so sweet, But you could have got out early"

"I know, but I wanted to see you" 

"You're too sweet sometimes" she smiled "Did you like you're present?"

"I did very much, but you didn't have to do that"

"I know, but I wanted to" 

"Thank you very much, I've already put it in my bag"

"I can see, it's like we match" she giggled 

"Yeah it is a little" I laughed 

"I need to get going my dad will be waiting, But I'll see you tomorrow newt"

"Yeah see you tomorrow, have a nice night"

"You too" she smiled grabbing her stuff and scampering away towards the car park waving as she went I smiled and waved until she left my view 

"Ummmmm" I sighed happily 

I walked home and saw my mum busy with her cross stitch in the living room, sitting on the sofa watching some Tv, and my dad sat in his chair with some paperwork. 

"Hey kiddo, how was school?" he asks

"It went good" I smiled trying not to smile too much 

"Did you do it?" 

"do what?" She asks 

"Did you?" He asked again

"I did" I smiled 

"Good job, I'm a man of my word Pizza for dinner"

"Yes!" I smiled "I'll be in my room"

"Alright we'll call you down for dinner" 

I headed up to my room throwing my bag on my the side close to my desk but I had a heart attack "ahhhh!" I jumped as I saw Thomas sitting on my bed one of my snowglobes in his hand

"Hi," He waved 

"What are you doing in my house!" I yelled snatching my snowglobe from him and setting it back on the shelf 

"Your parents said I could wait up here" he shrugs getting up and fiddling with stuff around my desk

"Why are you in my house?" I complained stopping his hands from touching things 

"I came to visit, you weren't here," he says flicking through my notebook 

"Fine, what do you want?" I snapped taking my book and putting it back

"What's your problem?"

"I... like things very specific, I don't even let my sister in here," I told him "But it's fine, what do you want Tommy?" I sighed sitting on my bed and he sat on my chair

"Well I came over with some news, I figured you'd want to hear it as soon as possible"

"Oh? what?"

"I don't know maybe I shouldn't tell you, you've kinda been a dick"

"You're in my room, without consent. I think being a dick is fair"

"Fine, I'll go-"

"No. sorry Tommy, what did you need to tell me?" 

"That's better, given the news I'm about to give you I imagine you're gonna really wanna thank me" he smirked

"Am I?" I rolled my eyes "What is it then?"

"Well, I had a word with the head of the drama club this afternoon"

"Right? about?"

"About the Winter Musical" 

"Oh? how do you know? it won't be announced for like a good two weeks?"

"She wanted to tell me,"

"Why?"

"Honestly she wants me to try a drum up... more boys for drama club"

"That's fair I mean it is you and Aris that's it so makes sense"

"So I know the musical"

"All alright don't keep me in suspense, Are we doing Le mis again?"

"Nope."

"What is it then?"

"Heathers."

"Wh-WHAT!"

"We are doing Heathers the musical."

"How the hell are we gonna do that!"

"What do you mean?"

"Uhhhhh... Multiple deaths, mentions of suicide, of rape, many, many swear words and... the whole of a dead girl walking?"

"Apparently there's a high school cut"

"Ohh yeah that makes sense" I nodded "That's cool but why couldn't that be a text?"

"Because I told Teresa."

"Okay..."

"and she told y/n"

"What!"

"She told y/n. and apparently, she is going to be auditioning"

"Y/n is auditioning for Heathers! awww she'd make such a good Veronica"

"And the head of drama has asked me specifically to help bring more guys into drama club for this production under hint that I could have any role I want so I'm sure for a price I could make sure someone else gets a role they want"

"Are- are you suggesting"

"I have it on good conscious given head of drama asked me and because Teresa is head cheerleader and has basically already picked that she's gonna be Heather Chandler, we could help make sure"

"Yes?"

"That Y/n gets put as Veronica,"

"Yes!"

"And you as her JD"

"YES!" I yelled giving him a huge hug "Wait-"

"What?"

"uhhh I can't sing"

"Newt. this is high school theatre none of us can sing"

"But you really think you could?"

" you're first, really it's between you and Aris."

"Yeah that's what I'm worried about... aris is good, like really good"

"True, but I will do what I can to help butter her up, I kinda already knew you would, so auditions tomorrow at lunch"

"Tomorrow! I can't prepare an audition in... 19 hours. and also sleep"

"Newt, you're not telling me you know every lyric to those songs"

"....good point"

 "and I and Teresa will help butter the head of drama we promise"

"Wait... so, does Teresa-"

"Yes. she's my girlfriend of course I told her you have a thing for y/n"

"WHY!"

"She promised she wouldn't tell her, she's my girlfriend Newt I tell her everything"

"and yet I still got beat up for talking to her?"

"she has to keep up like she doesn't know, and I told her after"

"Well, thanks for telling me I'm just kinda worried how we're gonna pull this off I mean I can barely talk to y/n without stuttering and blushing like a mess you think I can handle a whole musical next to her? Have you ever seen a live version of dead girl walking, Veronica sits on JD's lap and rips her shirt off! y/n does that to me I'm gonna explode! Literally" 

"You'll be fine, you'll have months of prep to get to know each other better by the time you actually need to perform you two will be dating," He says "Now... I'm not hearing a thank you for telling you, getting you an audition and potentially getting you the girl of you're dreams"

"Thank you, Tommy"

"You're welcome"

"Pizza's here!" My dad yells from downstairs

"Coming!" I yelled back 

"You guys have got pizza?"

"My dad bet me A pizza if I talked to y/n today"

"Aww, I love your parents"

"They are great" 

"May I stay for a pizza slice?"

"You may Tommy," 

Admittedly I was so very sleepy I had been up all night, I must have listened to the soundtrack about six times to make sure I knew all the words. But I was getting more and more nervous the longer the day went on, I knew the lunch audition was coming and now I was shitting myself. 

"You ready?" Thomas smirked as he was basically pushing me down the hall 

"No, I'm not ready," 

"Liar, let's go, lover boy," he says kicking me into the drama room 

"Ohh that's more people than I thought" I gulped 

The large room with mirrors across one side and the smaller version of the stage in the main hall, and there were more people than I had hoped. 

"You said privately"

"I never officially said private"

"it was implied! I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die" I muttered hiding in my hoodie

"Let's get you a seat" he smirked pushing me to a chair beside him as he sat next to Teresa giving her a kiss "Hi babe"

"Awww hi" she giggled 

But that meant I'm sure intentionally I was next to y/n

"Ohh Hi newt"

"Ohh uhhh Hi y/n"

"I figured I might see you here, isn't it great we're doing heathers!"

"It is, it's amazing. you're gonna audition then?"

"I'm gonna try" she giggled "and you?"

"Ohh uhh well I uhh I thought maybe I'd wat-" I began but Thomas elbowed me "Yep yeah I am"

"Ooohh no no don't tell me I wanna be surprised" she giggled  

"Okay kids, Lets get this show rolling" Mrs Mary spoke up taking the stage

"Okay, kids. First I am going to let you into a little secret. Our department is low on funding. We are likely the lowest priority in the whole school, as I'm sure we all know high priority goes to the track team" She began

"Wooooo!" The track team yelled excitedly 

"Yes, yes" she sighed "Even the art club gets funding before us. So this is a shoestring of a budget. and the way we make our budget to keep the club alive is, Ticket sales." she explained "Which we have been severely lacking. I have produced the best musical ever written several times but that doesn't seem to be enough. So Fine! I'll sell out we're doing Heathers the musical"

"Yay!" Many cheered

"Yeah yeah, you little vipers. But I'm doing this not for art even if I will do my best to make it it's best. We are doing this for money. So I want advertising, recommendations, I want your families flying in from out of state to see you in this because by god if tickets are not sold out we don't go on, do you understand me!"

"Yes Mrs mary"

"Good. Now I have also asked my drama club to gather some cast members outside of our art and drama bubble, mostly because this musical has a cast of seventeen hundred, and because maybe that will bring in some new parents, siblings and really just dealing with the same ten of you is giving me a migraine. Now because of this, I am going to make sure anyone who auditions is cast somewhere be that onstage or off, but I will be putting focus on our new people. You drama rats have had your turns, Now, as I'm sure any of you who have goggled the script or ever seen this show will know full well this is not an easy musical, there are vocal moments, costume changes, impressive set and staging. this is gonna make the summer production of Grease look like a kindergarten Alice in Wonderland." She explained "So, I warn you now for any who don't know the musical well. There are no easy roles in Heathers. And to every girl hoping to be Veronica, I must remind you Veronica is in almost every song number, every scene, and is most of the script. if you are not prepared for that level of work, I suggest you go. The same goes for whomever if hoping to be our Jason dean. It's hard work, a hard role, even for a theatre brat."

#tbs smut #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagine #thomas sangster imagine #tbs imagines #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster #tbs #thomas sangster #thomas brodie sangster smut #newt maze runner #maze runner newt #newt #newt imagine #newt tmr #newt imagines #tmr newt imagine #tmr newt imagines #tdc newt smut #newt smut au #tmr newt smut #newt smut

[littlemissaddict]

The Freaks Girlfriend - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Jason tries to make a scene in the cafeteria but Reader puts him in his place.

Word Count: 1088

Masterlist

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She heard Jason before she saw him. His voice rising above the others in the noisy cafeteria or maybe she only thought that because she was expecting Jason to say something. Holding Eddie’s hand a little tighter, she felt him give her hand  a reassuring squeeze before they both turned to face Jason.

“What you doing with the freak?” he questioned, eyes boring into hers without sparing Eddie any acknowledgment other than the insult. This time it was her turn to give Eddie’s hand the reassuring squeeze, knowing how much the name calling did get to him even though he wouldn’t let it show, especially around Jason. “You know you belong here with us” he states, gesturing towards the rest of the cheerleaders and basketball team sitting around the table. It was true she was expected to sit with them being a cheerleader after all but there was only so much gossip she could take, not to mention some of the pig-headed arrogant members of the basketball team, like Jason.

“He’s not a freak,” she spits, anger bubbling up inside her at how Jason and everyone else for that matter could hate Eddie when they didn't even know him. "And I don't belong to anyone, it's my choice where to sit and I choose to sit with Eddie" she fires back, making a move to turn away from him so that they could go sit down but Jason's response stops her in her tracks.

"So defensive it's not like the two of you are dating-" Jason stops suddenly realising the obvious when his eyes drift down to where hers and Eddie's hands are still linked. "Wait, please tell me you're not dating someone like him," he says, disbelief written across his face.

Slowly looking up at Eddie, a small smile stretches across her face as her eyes plead with him. It had been his idea to keep their relationship a secret, one she had tried to convince him out of. At first she'd been worried that he was embarrassed to be seen with her, that it would ruin his image to be seen with a cheerleader but his reasoning was the exact opposite. He wanted to protect her from the insults and the constant harassing that he faced on a daily basis, he didn’t want her to have to deal with that too for only dating him. Reluctantly she agreed and only a few people knew about them, the hellfire club for one as she'd been to a few of their meetings and at first they were hesitant about her being there but soon they realised that she was nothing like the mean stuck up cheerleader they expected and they welcomed her warmly into the group.

Eddie let out a small sigh but nodded, there was no reason to hide now. Her face split into a wide grin as she turned her attention back to Jason, "yes in fact I am dating him" she confirmed, loving the way the smirk fell off his face.

"You could do so much better than him," Jason says shaking his head.

"Really!? Like who?" She asks, curious as to what he's getting at but also tired of his constant berating of Eddie. When Jason finally reveals who he had in mind she can't help but laugh, "You? I don't think so besides don't you already have a girlfriend? How is Chrissy?" She asks, feigning innocence as if Chrissy wasn't sitting a few feet away watching this all play out.

Mentioning Chrissy was definitely a low blow and she did feel a twinge of guilt but not for calling out Jason, for bringing Chrissy into it. Chrissy was the only girl on the cheer team that she genuinely liked and she was going to apologise to her later for it.

"If you're so happy together then why all the secrets, you sure you're not embarrassed to be seen with him" Jason responded and she knew it was a last ditch effort to get back at her for showing him up in front of his friends. 

She didn't reply to him, instead letting go of Eddie's hand she walked straight past Jason, using his chair as a step to get up on the table, ignoring the protests as she kicked people's lunches on her way up. Clearing her throat she looked around, sending a wink towards Eddie who was looking up at her amused but confused at the same time.

"Students of Hawkins," she called, waiting for the room to quieten before she carried on, "I'd like to let you all know that I am Eddie Munsons' girlfriend, that is all now you can go back to your lunches" she announced, taking an overly exaggerated bow before walking back to the edge of the table to find Eddie, a ridiculously large grin on his face as he looked up at her proudly with an outstretched hand to help her down from the table.

"Nice speech" is all he says once her feet are back on the floor, though he doesn't let go of her hand as they turn back to where Jason is standing. It takes all her willpower not to burst out laughing at the complete look of disbelief on Jason's face as they pass by him without a second glance and take a seat at the table with the rest of the hellfire club.

"Did you see his face when you walked past him I swear I saw him flinch as if you were going to hit him" Mike laughed.

"Yeah but getting up there and announcing it to the whole school" Dustin started but got interrupted by Gareth who teased about who might have inspired the move which caused the whole table to laugh, "Eddie I swear she's more metal than you" Dustin finally finished, only partially teasing the older boy next to her.

Eddie only stuck his finger up in response but there was a smile on face that morphed into a smirk when he turned his attention to her, "I guess now you'll be forever known as the freaks girlfriend"

"Mhmm but it's all worth it" she smiles, leaning forward to plant a kiss on his cheek revelling in the feeling of being able to do it without worrying about being caught. The look on Eddie's face before he pulls her in for a proper kiss tells her he's feeling the same and that he's going to take advantage of it at every chance he gets from now on.

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[wayward-dreamer]

Reluctant Renegade - Prologue

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

Word count: 2,620

Summary: After the night that saw his transformation into a vampire, resulting in the death of his wife, Dean spends his lifetime seeking revenge on the one that turned him. Reluctantly living outside the law because of what he is, he finds his niche as a bounty hunter, hired by families looking for someone, anyone to avenge the deaths of their loved ones. He doesn’t play by the rules, finding justice for the victims by any means necessary.

But as dead bodies rack up and catch the attention of a young, naive but by-the-book detective, she won’t stop until she finds out who's responsible for them. Dean knows he has to convince her of his innocence, but can he do that while maintaining his secret? And when the alpha that sired him finds him first, can he keep Y/N safe?

Warnings: Angst, attack, blood, tears, more angst.

A/N: This series has been a long time coming, but I'm so excited to get it out to you all. Inspired by the song Blood Like Lemonade by Morcheeba. Beta’d by my love @evergreencowboy​. Big thanks to @writercole​ for being one of my cheerleaders on this since the idea came to me. Hope you all enjoy it, happy reading! :)

A/N 2: Also, I really need to stress that this is a mini-series, prologue, 8 chapters, epilogue. It’s a short but clear arc, and I’m really happy with the way it turned out. So, yeah. I hope you all like it! :)

Series is complete on Patreon!

Healing holy man, once upon a time

He lived for his wife up until the crime

November 16th, 1892 – Charlestown, Massachusetts

The sky was thick with dark clouds, the night overcast like a blanket over the moon and the stars. The streetlamps burned as the only source of light, illuminating the cobblestone that covered the streets that were lined with several shop fronts, supplying the small town with all the necessities. At the end of the main road stood the church, frequented by most of the townspeople, but so was the tavern a few feet away. It wasn’t unusual for them to spend their nights drinking amongst other things, and then spend the following Sunday wanting to change their ways.

Candles were lit and scattered around the interior of the church, the stained glass windows shimmering as they depicted different stories from Scripture. St John’s Episcopal Church was quaint but managed to fit all those that visited on Sunday mornings comfortably, with the rest of the week being a quiet space for the reverend to work. Behind the altar, Dean worked in the small office. His week was usually filled by working on his sermon or helping members of his congregation, and when he was done for the day he would walk the short path to his home, back to his wife. The vows he took hadn’t forbidden him to marry, but it had taken several years for him to find the woman who he wanted to spend his life with.

Dean sat behind the solid wood table, the surface covered in parchment with all his notes, his King James Bible at the centre of it all, opened to Ephesians 6:12. His green eyes scanned over the verse several times, his mind reeling with all the possible ways into preaching about that passage. He had woken up that morning with the verse in his head, the words calling to him as if they were some sort of message or warning that he had to project to his congregation.

For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places

The creaking of floorboards alerted him, his head lifting up from the papers in front of him as he tried to listen for the sound again. He stood up from the chair, wondering if maybe one of the members of the church needed his help, even if it was unusual for that time of night. A figure approached him as they stepped into the small room, instantly making him smile.

“I certainly wasn’t expecting you,” he stated, walking around the desk and over to the woman he had fallen for many years ago.

“It’s far too late for you to be here,” Carmen scolded lightly, her hand resting on his chest over the fabric of his robes. “I’ve come to accompany you on the walk home.”

“Darling, you know it’s perfectly fine for me to go on my own,” he reasoned, taking her hand in his.

“It frightens me, Dean,” she whispered, looking up into his eyes with fear behind hers.

He shook his head, pulling her close as he wrapped her in his embrace, her head tucked under his chin as he rocked her gently. He glanced up at the wall, his gaze locked on the old painting of the Archangel Michael slaying the Devil, the verse he had been studying ringing true once more. “There’s nothing to fear.”

Carmen shifted back, smiling softly as she curled her fingers over his. “Shall we go?”

“Of course.”

Dean discarded his robes and folded them neatly, leaving them on the table at the back of the room. He picked up his coat and put it on quickly, admiring the way his wife’s slender hands slipped into the gloves she always carried with her. Winter was creeping in, the bitter chill in the air already setting in on the nights he would walk the short distance back to their home. Soon the frosty air would be an all-day occurrence, something that always unnerved him. The summers were his favorite, a way to take advantage of balmy nights down by the creek and watch the stars for hours, with his love beside him.

He blew out the candle on the table and offered Carmen his arm, smiling as she linked hers around, both of them leaving the room. They made their way to the front of the church, a low grunt leaving him as he pushed the wooden door, closing it behind them. Holding close to each other as they descended the stairs and began the journey home, the cold wind whipped against their faces. They turned down the familiar alley that put them on the path to their residence, the short heels of Carmen’s shoes clicking against the cobblestone. It was an easy mile, a straight trail back which they had taken many times before.

Dean’s ears perked up as he heard something behind them. Not wanting to scare his wife, he didn’t turn around, but made sure he kept her close as he continued to listen. They followed the dip in the path, the surrounding alleyways as pitch dark as the sky above them. It was unsettling, and without alarming Carmen as she walked beside him, he discreetly picked up the pace.

A third set of footsteps joined theirs, the growing silhouette of a man appearing along the wall as he stepped out from the alley. Slowly, he stalked towards them, his heavy boots echoing against the stoned street. An uneasy feeling settled deep in Dean’s stomach, but he paid it no attention as the man stopped in front of them, cutting off their path.

“May we help you with something?” Dean asked, trying to keep his voice steady as his hand tightened over Carmen’s.

“Yes,” the man replied, the timbre of his voice deep and menacing even with a single word. “I believe you can.”

He stepped closer to them, an oil lamp hanging outside the exit of a shop illuminating his face. His blonde hair was slicked back, his skin smoother than normal, paler than the average person, and his blue eyes sparkled with something ominous. He glanced behind them as a sinister grin spread across his face, causing Dean to turn around. He saw three more men approach them, equally intimidating. He looked over at his wife, seeing her throat constrict as she tensed in fear, her eyes meeting his.

“We don’t mean any of you any harm,” he reassured the men that surrounded them. “Let us pass and we won’t speak of this to anyone.”

“Oh, we know, all we’re looking for is a little something to eat,” the blue-eyed man stated, his eyes shifting to Carmen. “And I think we’ve found it.”

His hand reached out quicker than Dean could anticipate, grabbing Carmen’s arm and pulling her towards him. A scream erupted from within her as he wrapped her in his hold, her back pressed into his chest, holding onto her arms in a vice-like grip as his other hand grabbed under her chin. Dean growled as he moved forward, seeing the fright written on her face, but felt a harsh pull on his arms as the other men dragged him back.

“Let her go!” Dean yelled. The figure to his left lifted his leg and delivered a knee into Dean’s stomach, making him groan in pain.

The blue-eyed man squeezed Carmen’s face, forcing her to look at Dean. She struggled against him, trying to pull away from his hold but the fourth man stepped away from Dean to help hold her in place. She watched her husband struggle against the hold of the other two, taking hit after hit against his face and torso.

“Stop!” she cried.

“It’s either him or you,” the blue-eyed man threatened, pulling her face up to look at him. “Though I’d much prefer to have you.” His face moved down along her jaw, his nose pressing into the skin of her neck, breathing in the lavender perfume she had applied. His smile widened. “Perfect…”

Dean watched as the blue-eyed man pulled Carmen tight to his body, his mouth attached to her neck. A blood curdling scream left her as she thrashed against him, unable to escape his hold over her. He tried to run towards her, to get to her, but the other men wouldn’t cease their blows; he was too weak. His eyes locked with hers, her mouth open in a silent scream as tears filled her eyes.

“Let her go! Let her go and I’ll- I’ll give you anything you want,” he tried to reason with them, but it was no use.

The blue-eyed man stepped back from her suddenly, her body falling limp onto the ground as she breathed heavily. He turned to Dean, streaks of blood dripping down his cheek as he pulled Dean by the lapels of his coat. His green eyes widened as he saw the man’s mouth covered in his wife’s blood, his teeth unlike anything the preacher had ever seen before. They retracted into his gums to show the man’s regular set, only alarming Dean more.

“Have your fill boys,” he instructed his men, his grip on Dean tight enough to handle him on his own.

“NO!”

Dean’s eyes shut as he heard Carmen’s cries echo in the dark of the night, tears rolling down his own face as he tried to push away from the man in front him, but he had strength enough for a hundred men, something Dean couldn’t compete with no matter how much he tried.

“Please, please,” Dean pleaded as he looked at the man in front of him. “Please don’t hurt her, l-let her go…”

The man’s blue eyes stared down at him, with no sign that he was going to relent. He looked back at his henchmen as they fed on the woman lying on the floor like a pack of animals, a sly grin gracing his features. “On second thought, leave her alive.” He glanced back at Dean, the smile never leaving his face. “I have a better plan for these two.”

He brought his wrist to his mouth as his extended from his gums once more, a small stream of crimson running from his alabaster skin. Dean jerked back as he tried to pull away from the blue-eyed man’s hold once more, but he overpowered him, shoving his wrist against Dean’s lips, holding the back of his head in place. Dean groaned, pushing his hands against the man’s chest, but he remained in his stance like a marble statue. He felt the blood from the man’s wrist flow into his mouth, the bitter taste running over his tongue and slipping down his throat with ease. The man pulled away from him quickly, dropping him to the floor. Dean coughed and spat on the ground, wanting the disgusting tang to be out his mouth.

Dean tried to look up at the men as he breathed heavily, but his head felt heavy. His eyes began to hurt, stabbing sensations running through his sockets and into his brain. His skin felt as if it was ablaze, the feeling covering his entire body. A sharp ringing sounded in his ears, but just as soon as it started, it gave way to the sound of beating. A heart beating, slowly, as if it was about to fail.

“W-What have you-you done to me?” he asked, his hands shaking against the cobblestone as he looked up at them.

“Given you freedom,” the blue-eyed man replied, smirking. He held Carmen in his arms again, her eyes hooded as she hung limp in his grasp, her neck streaked with crimson. “Enjoy the first meal of your new life, Reverend.”

The blue-eyed man dropped Carmen to the ground, her body falling weakly against the stones. The men were gone, as if they had disappeared into thin air. Dean hadn’t seen where they had gone, his eyes solely on his wife. Her breath was shallow as her form convulsed, her eyes fluttering as she turned her head towards her husband. A sob left him as he crawled over to her, his face wet with his emotions. Somehow, he could hear her heart, her blood pumping.

“D-Dean,” she stuttered, her hand reaching out for him.

He stroked her head, comforting her as he leaned down, kissing her forehead. “Shh, my darling, don’t talk…”

His nostrils flared, the scent of the blood running down her neck overwhelming his senses. He squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head as he tried to understand what was happening, but he couldn’t. All he knew was that her blood smelled intoxicating, and somehow, he desired to know what it tasted like. He grunted in pain as he felt blinding pressure in his gums, his eyes locked on Carmen’s as he saw her body wracked with sobs, her brown orbs looking up at him in fear, sadness and yet, there was still love for him in her eyes.

“I-I don’t understand-” he tried to reach for his face, but with an unsteady hand she took his, her fingers curling around his.

“It’s okay… it’s okay,” she whispered. She gave him a small nod, smiling weakly. She knew what was about to happen.

“I-I can’t,” he cried, fighting all the new instincts that were rushing through him. He couldn’t hold on much longer, the smell and the sound of her blood pumping completely overpowering him.

“P-Please, Dean,” she begged, tears running down her face. “I can’t live like this…”

Dean breathed in deeply, averting his eyes up to the sky in a silent plea to his maker that maybe, he wouldn’t have to do this. That he would heal Carmen and cure him of this… this thing that he didn’t understand that was coursing through him. He closed his eyes, the sudden realization that he was alone and that the great entity above wasn’t going to help him. Refusing to look into his wife’s eyes as it would break him to his core, he wrapped his arms under her torso and held her close, taking in the paleness of her flesh. He bent down and sunk his teeth into her neck, a moan leaving him as the blood hit his taste buds. He felt everything heighten suddenly, his hearing, his sense of taste, his touch and his sight. He drank as he heard Carmen’s heartbeat slowly fade, and within seconds, it stopped.

He pulled back and felt his teeth retract, fresh tears rolling down his face as he looked upon Carmen’s features. Her eyes were open as she stared up at the sky above, her body lifeless. He lifted his hand and closed her eyes just as he shut his. He knew that God wouldn’t help him, but he prayed that his wife, the most beautiful soul he had the privilege of knowing, could reach paradise.

He stayed beside her in that alley until dawn arrived. He couldn’t bury her and he couldn’t wait for townspeople to discover them. Whatever was pumping through him was raging, and one taste of blood wasn’t enough. Carefully, he laid her down on the ground, his thumb stroking her cheek one last time.

He stood up, and without a glance in her direction, he walked away from her, from his old life. There was no hope left for him, and he somehow had to find a way to live this new life or a way to end it.

And in between trying to live or finding a way to die, he would track down the men responsible for ruining his happiness.

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[yamahex]

Partners In Crime

Pairing: Eddie x AFAB Reader

Summary: You and Eddie do a drug deal with Chrissy Cunningham.

A/N: Part 1 of my first Stranger Things piece This part takes place in episode 1 of season 4. Possible spoilers!! I’m really excited for this. Btw reader is 18 and a senior at Hawkins High.

The sound of the first bell brought you out of your thoughts as you put your books back in your locker. It was then you sensed a presence that caused you to peek behind the door of the locker. On the other side stood a clearly distressed Chrissy Cunningham which caused your eyebrows to lift in confusion. This was extremely abnormal considering you two weren’t that cool. She stood there, looking down, not saying a word.

“Uh Chrissy?” Nothing.

“Chrissy?”

You gently shook her out of her trance causing her eyes to widened.

“Oh I’m sorry.” Her face was riddled with anxiety.

“You alright?”

“Yeah I’m…fine.” She said as if she was trying to convince the both of you.

“Okay….do you need something?”

“Your boyfriends a drug dealer, right?”

You looked around the hallway with wide eyes, luckily that statement was over looked by the rest of the noise.

“Thank you Chrissy for announcing that to the whole school. But yes. You lookin to buy?”

Your head was cocked to the side as you waited for a reply. Surely golden girl Chrissy wasn’t looking to buy drugs, right? Her headed nodded lazily. Your eyebrows lifted in shock. Her response made you wonder what led her to this. You scanned the hallway once again then leaned in close.

“After school, in the woods behind the bleachers. There’s a picnic table. We’ll meet you there.”

She forced a smile then walked away. You blew out a deep breath then went back to your task.

Across the way a jock watched as the interaction between you and Chrissy finished. The bell rang and you closed your locker, making your way to the lunch room. His eyes followed you for a second before also heading to the lunchroom.

You walked into the lunchroom and happened to see your boyfriend yelling on top of the table.

“Or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets!!!” The faint sound of people booing and yelling insults filled the cafeteria. This caused Jason, the captain of the basket ball team to stand up.

“You want something, freak?”

Eddie stuck his tongue out while making devil horns with his fingers. Jason backed down and Eddie made his way off the table, his eyes lighting up after seeing you approach the Hellfire crew.

“Ah there she is. The prettiest girl in all of Hawkins.” He jumped down and walked up to you. Your arms wrapped around his neck.

“Messing with the jocks again, babe?” A bright smile was evident on his face.

“Of course.” He placed a light kiss on your forehead while groans from the other Hellfire members were heard.

“We’re trying to eat here.” You snickered and pulled away to sit down. His big brown eyes never left your figure. How he managed to get someone like you was a mystery to everyone. Gorgeous enough to be a cheerleader, tough but kind and a bit nerdy. A real catch if he must admit.

After the two of you sat down you leaned in towards him.

“You’ll never guess the potential deal I got for you.” He turned his head in intrigue.

“Chrissy Cunningham.” His eyebrows furrowed and his lips tucked.

“Like Chrissy-“ He mimicked using Pom Poms. “Cunningham??”

“Mhm.” You nodded. “She almost seemed, I don’t know…desperate. But I told her where to meet.” He smiled and leaned in to kiss your cheek.

“Look at you raking in business. This’ll be interesting.”

The end of the day rolled around quickly and Chrissy made her way into the woods. As she approached the picnic table, sounds of a clock echoed through the air. She turned to find the clock in a tree, causing her to walk up to it. The chimes grew louder and her breath staggered as spiders seemed to break out of the glass.

You and Eddie walked up to her still body.

“Hey-“ Chrissy whipped around to find you two behind her.

“Sorry, we didn’t mean to scare you.” Eddie held up his hands as her breathing quickened. Your eyes studied her.

“You okay?” She turned back around to examine the tree once again, but this time seeing nothing.

Eddie set his metal box on the table as the two of you sat down. He usually had you come to his deals with girls so they wouldn’t get creeped out about meeting him in the woods, away from everyone. His fingers opened the box and your eyes studied Chrissy while she looked around the woods. You gently nudged Eddie causing him to look at her as well.

“There’s nothing to worry about, okay? No one ever comes out here.”

She looked at the two of you.

“You’re safe, I promise.” Your words seemed to calm her down slightly.

“So how does this work exactly?” Her eyes bounced between the two of you.

“Just like any other old sale, except uh- cash only and for obvious reasons…”

“No receipts.” You chimed in.

She quietly nodded as he pulled out the bag of weed.

“I’ll give you a half ounce for….” He pondered quickly.

“20. What do ya say? Plenty of bang for your buck, should last you awhile-“ The convo was cut short due to a squirrel running up a tree, making Chrissy gasp. Your eyes softened at her clearly distressed figure. “Chrissy we don’t need to do this.” She turned back to look at you.

“Just give us the word and we’ll just walk away.”

“No it’s not that. I don’t want you to go. It’s just that… Do you guys ever feel like you’re losing your minds?”

You and Eddie looked at each other then back at Chrissy. “Literally all the time.”

“I mean I feel like I’m losing my mind right now, doing a drug deal with Chrissy Cunningham. The Queen of Hawkins High.” The three of you laughed lightly.

You turned to Eddie and gave him a soft smile causing him to nod then turn back to Chrissy.

“25% discount for the half. 15 bucks, you’re robbing me blind here.” Her smile was short lived.

“Do you have anything maybe stronger?” Both of your eyes widened.

“Heavy duty stuff requires you to come straight to the base.”

“We can pick you up after the game and Hellfire tonight.” She nodded then got up and made her way back out of the woods.

Eddie looked at you with awkward smile.

“That so did not go how I thought it would.”

“Me neither. Maybe we shouldn’t, she’s clearly going through something Eds.”

“Exactly so who are we to deny her right to a blissful high?” You sighed and shook your head. Eddie pulled you closer and kissed your face a few times.

“Everything will be fine, what’s the worse that can happen?”

To Be Continued…

#stranger things #stranger things fic #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson concept #eddie munson fics #eddie munson ff #reader x eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #st eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #stranger things season four #stranger things season 4 #stranger things imagine #reader x stranger things

[beelovesnct]

𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐅𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐲 [𝐞𝐩. 𝟏]

— snippets of Aiko in episode 1 of 2022 NCT Field Day:

Introduction

Aiko enters as part of the white team, carrying a green clapping toy (she borrowed one from Hendery) and playing with it with only mild enthusiasm; she was also wearing the glitch sunglasses that Chenle opted to borrow later that morning.

Then Taeyong and Yuta busted out some b-boying moves and Aiko started cheering for real.

Throughout the whole introduction, Aiko is seen to be beside Jaemin, both with an expression of being torn between excitement and the desire to finish early so they could go home.

Small chuckles were heard from the female member when Jungwoo and Haechan suddenly busted out in an impromptu duet (she thought it was too cringey to not be funny).

Haechan dragged Aiko to the platform for the warm-up exercise, if not for the sake of teasing her.

"Right, here we have our resident cheerleader, Aiko!" He received a large blow to the arm as a response.

Did the exercise properly regardless, and earned comments saying how cute she was from the older members (mainly Taeyong), "Cutie Aiko."

Raise the Rope

Entered the jump rope as second to the last, right after Jaemin and before Jungwoo.

It was physically painful for her to jump that high, but relief came when Jungwoo eventually caught the rope in between his legs.

Still crouched down beside Mark, her hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath.

Mark teasingly patted her back, "Aigoo, cutie Aiko is already tired...Aigoo."

Chenle gave her his drink though, so everything was fine after a while.

That was until round two.

This time, she was second to enter, right after Jungwoo and before Yuta. (She didn't know why she was just pushed by someone and entered unwillingly)

"Yah! Hurry up!" She would scream, her legs feeling the tension with every jump.

They lost at the eight jump altogether, and Aiko crawled her way back to the line, leaning against an equally tired Jaemin.

"I hate cardio." The camera caught her mumble into Jaemin's shoulder.

Jaemin silently patted her head in comfort.

Cherry Ball

Taeyong was the striker, and Aiko was the defender.

They shared a look,"Don't worry, I'll block everything."

Aiko nodded, "You better."

"Eomma, Appa!" Aiko jeered, as Doyoung and Taeyong faced each other competitively, earning screams and laughter from the other members.

Aiko hides behind Taeyong's figure, holding his shirt tight as they maneuver around the flying balls.

Got ousted when Renjun shot a ball right into Aiko's face (Taeyong tripped, leaving her upper body vulnerable).

Aiko dramatically fell to the ground with Haechan screaming "Red Card!", prompting Renjun to run quickly in both worry and fear (all the other members who already go hit were laughing because they knew it wasn't that serious).

Got pulled up by a wheezing Mark, "Aish, what are we going to do with you," with Renjun apologizing profusely in tow "Aiko, I'm so sorry!"

Aiko waved it off, "I'm fine, don't worry about it."

But even after they lost, Renjun wouldn't leave her side.

Actually got an excuse to sit out the next two rounds, making Jungwoo participate in her stead.

"Looks like something good comes out of being hit," Renjun nudged her shoulders in partial guilt, "I'm sorry."

She wrapped an arm around his shoulder, "Honestly, being hit is better than constantly running."

Renjun agreed, "Okay yeah, that I agree with."

MC-ed the remaining rounds of the game with Renjun.

But stayed quiet to the point that the members were teasing words out of them.

"MCs please say something!"

Aiko teased back, "something."

The white team did end up winning, receiving cheers from everyone—including Aiko who was clapping with her arms raised up in the air.

In Renjun's small ment, he still managed to squeeze in an apology to Aiko, who cut him off with a loud, "Yah! Stop, let's just eat!"

I know she's wearing blue in the picture! But she's in the white team for sure kajhsjd

#nct 24th member au #nct 24th member #nct dream 8th member #kpop female addition #nct female oc #nct additional member #nct extra member #nct female member #nct female addition #neko #nct dream #nct #nct 127 #wayv #female oc #girl crush #kpop!oc #nct x oc #nct x reader #aiko in the media #nct dream x reader #nct dream au #nct dream added member #nct dream addition

[gumnut-logic]

Wildflowers

Gorgeous artwork here

This one is @godsliltippy ‘s fault. She started drawing, I hadn’t written for a few days, it was inevitable inspiration. Also, many thanks to @gaviiadastra @katblu42 @onereyofstarlight @alexthefly as well as Tippy for various readings and cheerleading. You guys are wonderful to me ::massive group hug::

Warnings: Total fluffy fishtank.

I hope you enjoy :D

-o-o-o-

It was one after the other. That was nothing new but this time Gordon called it.

Virgil was the medic in the family, but Gordon was the psychologist.

Well, not by any qualifications and he would never attempt to psychoanalyse any person not a member of their family, but he had to say that he had umpteen degrees in knowing his brothers.

And this brother needed downtime.

He could have said ‘Virgil, stop.’ But his brother was as stubborn as they come and the immediate response would have been to rebel and ‘do the right thing’ which would have involved launching into the next rescue.

So what Gordon did was much more subtle and over the top.

He had a reputation to maintain after all.

Before they could launch from the grassy mountain top in Austria, Gordon dumped all their equipment where it was supposed to go…and then he bolted.

“Gordon, what the hell?”

But he was already far enough for that baritone to fade just a little.

Before his irate brother could switch to comms, Gordon contacted Five. “Johnny, he needs a rest.”

John sighed. “Gordon, there are ways.”

“Yeah, and this one will work.”

“It’s your funeral. Redirecting to the GDF.”

“Good. Make them earn their pay.”

“Gordon…”

“Sorry, busy avoiding the bear. Speak to you soon.” He cut off his comms.

Said bear was still quite a distance away, but his glare had a long range. Not to mention his stalk. Gordon paused and looked back as Virgil strode through the knee-high grass and wildflowers.

He needed a diversion and he needed it now.

Flowers.

Gordon plopped himself on the grass, grabbed the nearest two daisies and started weaving them together.

Arty and crafty, Virg could never resist.

Gordon suddenly knew how Muhammed might feel if the mountain ever came to him.

And leant over him, frowning fit to split something.

“Gordon, what the hell are you doing.”

“Taking a moment.” He threaded one daisy into the other.

Daisies were their mothers favourite flower, weren’t they? Virgil claimed that they were.

Gordon had no memory of that.

“We have another situation.” Virgil gesticulated towards his ‘bird.

“Nope. GDF is taking it.” Gordon grabbed another flower. “You need to sit down and relax, bro.”

Virgil’s lips were pressed together so hard they had lost circulation.

Time for an earnest little brother to intervene. He put everything young he had into his voice. “John agrees. I’m tired, you’re tired, sit down a moment. Hell, enjoy the Sound of Music landscape. Julie Andrews was always your fav. I’ve certainly heard you singing her stuff enough.” His lips curled. “I dare you to run across this hill top singing with your arms flung out.”

His brother’s dark eyes widened and honestly Gordon could tell he was caught between anger and the need to either rest or simply explode.

Or maybe even run across the hilltop like Julie Andrews.

Gordon could always hope for that kind of footage.

The cool breeze played with Virgil’s hair, picking at it like a bird.

Gordon kept up the ‘little brother’ expression and watched every muscle in his big bro’s body slowly relax. Remove the rescue, remove the responsibility, and he could usually peel Virgil back to the kind but tired man he was, and derail the emergency responder responding.

This was usually the point where the medic caught up with exactly what Gordon was doing and…

“You’re an ass.”

Right on time.

Gordon grinned up at his brother and wove another daisy into his garland. “Sit down, Virg. Take a load off.”

A glance back at his ‘bird, a gaze around their immediate vicinity – hmm, maybe some of that security protocol Kayo had been trying to drill into Virgil’s head was actually working – and his big brother sighed, sinking down into the grass.

Gordon was still grinning, but he let it slip into a smile and started singing quietly…”How do you solve a problem like a Virgil?”

“Shut it, Squid.”

“Aww, but you love to hear me sing.”

He got a grunt for that.

He held out his half-completed garland. “Here, use all those arty engineering skills and finish this.”

Virgil stared at him a moment longer, something unidentifiable in his eyes, before he grabbed the garland and did exactly what Gordon wanted him to do.

See, psychologist.

The next step was to wind him down just a little more and music was always the key to this brother. So, plucking another daisy, Gordon started humming ‘Wildflowers’, one of his relaxing favourites.

The arched eyebrow he got for that one was hilarious.

You belong among the wildflowers

You belong on a boat out at sea

Sail away, kill off the hours

You belong somewhere you feel free.

And yes, there was a small smile forming on his brother’s lips.

Honestly, Virgil was so easy to manipulate if you knew how.

Not like John or Scott…they were just hard work.  

While weaving his own flowers and humming away, he watched Virgil slowly wilt over his own pile of flowers.

Honestly, you only had to get the man to pause on his headlong rush to save the planet and his actual condition would start to shine through.

The breeze wafted over the grass causing ripples. Snow-topped mountains, birds in the trees off in the distance, everything was just beautiful.

Virgil’s eyelids started to droop.

Gordon continued to hum and intentionally fake-ignore his brother while stringing more flowers.

Virgil’s flowers dropped onto the ground.

On the surface, it was ridiculous for International Rescue operatives to be chaining daisies in the middle of a field miles from nowhere. But the rescue had been the most recent of far too many and the fact he had managed to get his brother out here in the first place was clearly a sign that a break was needed.

Virgil was literally falling asleep where he sat.

Exactly why flying back hadn’t been a great idea.

Scott would be proud.

Here’s hoping John or Allie had that big bro in hand.

Gordon continued to hum and before long, he was joined by soft snores as his big brother drifted off to sleep sitting amongst the daisies.

Gordon resisted the urge to smile, almost broke a few muscles with the effort, in fact. Virgil just looked adorable with flowers in his lap and such peace on his face.

He needed it. Hell, Gordon needed it. But one Tracy brother at a time.

Eventually, Gordon was able to let off the humming and their soundscape was reduced to the breeze and birdsong. It was lulling and ever so peaceful.

But he continued to weave flowers together enjoying the quiet moment and the soft sound of his brother’s breathing.

Which was interrupted by a snort as Virgil toppled sideways.

Gordon moved.

Fast.

It wasn’t a conscious thought, just action. After all, it wasn’t as if Virgil was going to hurt himself falling over in the grass, but priorities…

Somehow he did manage to leap fast enough to catch Virgil before his head hit the ground. A sign of reflex if nothing else. But he ended up with his hands full of sleeping and very heavy big brother.

And grimy. Virgil definitely smelt like hard work.

Gordon wrinkled his nose and lowered him gently down to the grass. His brother immediately rolled over and flopped onto his back, and Gordon had to move quick or be squashed.

Virgil wriggled a little and went back to snoring, this time much louder than earlier.

Sitting back on his heels, Gordon did take this opportunity to smile down at his big brother. The man was a goofball of his own definition. Here he was, lying in a field, amongst giant mountains with scenery fit for a major musical, and he had dirt smudged on his nose and a caught flower in his hair.

Gordon blinked.

Flowers in his hair?

His smile grew into a grin.

Scampering quietly back to his half-finished garland and gathering up the discarded and partly squashed remains of Virgil’s, wove them together into a crown.

Reaching over ever so carefully, he placed the flowers in Virgil’s hair. His brother’s hair gel was plenty stiff and fully capable of supporting Gordon’s creation.

Leaning back he checked his composition.

Virgil kept on snoring, white petals fluttering on each exhale.

Perfect.

Phone out, photo and video taken…okay, several photos and videos from several different angles, some cropped and artistically edited, and sent to certain family members on the other side of the planet.

He flicked his phone to silent as replies came flying back.

In amongst the smart-ass comments were two lines from Scott that stuck to Gordon’s heart.

Thank you for looking after him.

Don’t forget yourself.

Gordon sat back down on the grass and stared at those words.

Perhaps he was more obvious than he thought.

But the sun was warm on his cheeks and Virgil was safe, and there were more flowers to weave together, particularly if he was going to decorate Two on the way home.

So Gordon sat chaining daisies together, in a field, on a mountain, humming to himself in his own musical.

Watching his big brother sleep.

-o-o-o-

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Gordon Tracy #Virgil Tracy #FishTank #nuttyfic

[ask-lmanburg]

Summary April 2022-August 2022

Tommy and Tubbo found a mysterious book which upon reading a passage found that they could hear voices (Chat) in their heads. All other members of L'Manburg, and Eret quickly discovered they could hear chat too.

Things went well for a while until Wilbur discovered that chat had access to Eret, and didn't tell him. He then threatened to destroy the book, which is when chat decided he may not be fit to keep it with him. He gave it to Fundy to look after instead, after an argument between the two of them.

Later, Fundy accidentally ripped a page of the book removing the filter between them and chat, and allowing chat to tell them about the future with little static. (Static appears whenever chat tries to tell them about the future.) Fundy managed to repair the page, but the damage was already done, and now many members of L'Manburg knew unhappy and traumatic things about their potential futures.

Eret decides around this time (at the encouragement from chat) that they need to apologize for what they did to L'Manburg and slowly begins to do so, starting with Fundy and Tubbo (who got sick of waiting and actually just went to Eret himself) but still having to work herself up to Tommy and Wilbur.

Fundy later began having prophetic nightmares that depicted Wilbur dying, it is around this time that Tommy thought it'd be funny to pretend to shoot Wilbur because he was making him do math homework (as chat told him). Fundy ending up witnessing this and tackled Tommy to the floor at a very unfortunate time that ended with an arrow in Wilbur's wing and lower back. He lived, but both Fundy and Tommy felt very guilty about what had happened. 

After being injured, Wilbur spends a long time on bedrest, and comes to the realization that his wing isn't healing as well as he liked. He opens up to Niki about this, and she offers to do research on wing care to help it heal better.

Tommy is convinced by chat that the only way he can help his friends is by hearing more of the future, so he plots to steal the book, only to be foiled by chat, who told Wilbur. Instead, he's told to ask around and ensure everyone is okay with the page being ripped, and once he gets the general "ok" he rips the page. It goes about as well as the last time. Which is to say, not at all.

It is about this time that Tubbo starts a religion worshipping the book. He figures out he can read the book and decides that he must be the prophet. He steals the book from Fundy, concussing him in the process. When Wilbur hears about what Tubbo did, he goes to speak with him and ask him to apologize, and Tubbo refuses. He tells Wilbur that he believes it's unfair how much control Wilbur has over L'Manburg, and that he won't just do what he says.

Soon after, he visits Eret with the book because he's heard of their connection to the Gods, and is told that everything written in the book is a "meme" and that Tubbism is not real. He is devastated.

It's around this point where Niki and Jack leave the SMP temporarily.

Wilbur, after feeling wary of chat for some time, decides to tempt fate. He decides to hold an election despite being told by chat that he would lose. His and Tommy's plans are immediately foiled my a new server member, Quackity who decides he wants to run as well.

Tubbo, with encouragement from chat, decides to run alongside Quackity, creating a rift between him and Tommy.

Around this time, Eret works up the courage to apologize to Tommy, but they still don't feel ready to confront Wilbur just yet. 

In L'Manburg, things are heating up with the oncoming election, and Wilbur decides that their best shot at winning is by bringing in his old friend, Schlatt as an endorsement. Tommy disagrees having heard bad things about Schlatt from chat, but he is eventually convinced that it is the best way forward. They lie to Schlatt to get his endorsement, telling him he's endorsing a cheerleading team, and think nothing of it.

Around this point, Wilbur gets fed up with his lack of response letters from Phil, and tells him to come to L'Manburg to "prove he actually cares about him," in the heat of anger, and promptly regrets doing so.

Eret is beginning to warm up to the idea of apologizing to Wilbur, but they refuse to go if he doesn't want to see them. Chat asks Wilbur if he'd be willing to hear them out, and he agrees. Eret is very freaked out by his agreement, and promptly passes out for two days. When they wake up, chat decides it'd be funny to tell them that everyone in L'Manburg died while they were asleep. It doesn't go well.

Once they're recovered from that whole ordeal, they stumble into Wilbur, and take the opportunity to apologize. They open up to him about why they did what they did and as part of their apology, they step down as king of the SMP, and tells Wilbur to kill them, to make things even between them. Wilbur refuses.

Wilbur reluctantly lets Eret leave after the whole situation, and Eret moves a thousand blocks north of the SMP to become a farmer. Both parties are very shaken over what happened.

Meanwhile the election is progressing well, and it isn't long before it's time for the debates. Tubbo and Quackity lose both debates because of poor communication on their part. But before the winner can be announced, Schlatt crashes the party and calls Wilbur and Tommy out for their lying. He revokes his endorsement and offers advice to Tubbo and Quackity if they win.

Then, the votes are in, and Wilbur and Tommy managed to pull through and win the election.

With Phil's arrival to the SMP, things still being very tense for Tommy and Tubbo, Wilbur struggling to keep up with everything as President, Fundy's prophetic dreams, Niki and Jack returning soon, and Eret living thousands of blocks away while in a pretty poor shape mentally there is a lot in store for these characters, and we're excited to show it all to you. 

#shush the admins are talking #because things were getting confusing sob #admin logic #six month catch-up

[fictionqween]

Rainbow in the Dark

Summary: Tessa Dixon never thought that taking her little brother to his guitar lessons would end up changing her life for the better. (Better summary coming soon lol)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x OFC (multi-chapter) Warnings: 18+, Slow burn, eventual SMUT, bad language, drug usage, mentions of self-harm.IMPORTANT: This takes place a year and a bit before the events of Season 4.

A/N: Honestly, I just wanted to say thank you for the love on the first chapter, it means a lot! Also updates will be quicker than this, I was super sick the last week and didn’t feel much like writing. Hope you stick around for the journey!

Chapter 2: Lonely

As Christmas Break came to an end and school started up again, it was no surprise that my encounter with Eddie at my little brother’s lessons had drifted into the back of my mind. So far this morning, I’d been responsible for getting Harrison ready, saving him from a nervous breakdown at an anticipated new school routine, dropping him off and also getting my own self ready and to class on time.

By the time lunch rolled around, I was frustrated to the point of tears, emotional, and breathless. As much as I loved my brother, it could be such a weight to navigate his introverted personality. The loneliness and envy I felt toward other students who didn’t have to deal with these struggles was almost debilitating. Knowing I couldn’t handle my best friend Andi’s incessant chatter about which member of the basketball team was the hottest, I opted for lunch in my car instead.

Our small but close-knit group was definitely in the ‘safe’ zone when it came to cliques. Not popular but not loathed either, we sat in the area I’d lovingly termed “The In-between”. High school was all about cliques, and it was nice to be able to get along with most people without having to change who I was. Andi, on the other hand, thought she was Miss Popular. As much as I loved her (we’d been friends since first grade), she was the stereotypical high school girl, obsessed with looks, makeup and boys. She ranked herself up there with the cheerleaders, which was why her lunchtime monologues were so hard to listen to sometimes.

And that brought me exactly to why I was sitting in my  “new to me” station wagon, a hand-me-down my dad had given me when he purchased his ‘69 Mustang, eating my sandwich. Despite the fact that it was snowing softly, I wasn’t all that cold. In fact, when I was overworked like this, I tended to run hotter than normal.

Letting my thoughts drift, I chewed absentmindedly on my sandwich, surveying the parking lot. Loneliness crushed my chest, making it difficult to breathe or swallow. I loved my tight-knit group of friends, but they didn’t understand what I was going through. Nobody knew what it was like to be the primary caregiver of a child that you had to walk on eggshells for.

When I was 14, I started self-harming. It was a way to cope, to deal with the pressure of having to be everything for someone at such a young age. I’d done it for almost a year before I’d sought counselling through the school, but when I felt overwhelmed, the tops of my thighs still burned with the need to just feel something else.

The guilt I felt at wanting to self-harm was almost enough to consume me. I wanted to do better, be better for Harrison, because I knew he needed a strong role model. He certainly wouldn’t get that from either of our parents.

Tick, tick, tick, tick!

Letting out a startled scream, I accidentally dropped my sandwich into my lap as I clutched at my racing heart. Eddie Munson stood outside my passenger window, keys hitting the glass, and a shit eating grin on his face.

“Jesus Christ, Munson!” I shouted, my cheeks flaming pink in embarrassment. “You trying to kill me?!”

Laughing like I’d just told the funniest joke known to man, Eddie pulled open my door and slid in.

“Hey Dixon,” he chortled, shaking his head like a dog and sending wet flakes flying all over the car.

“You scared the shit out of me,” I grumbled, picking up my sandwich and sliding it back into the container, my appetite having vanished when my heart fell into my stomach.

He was all sparkling eyes and toothy grin as he set his lunchbox between his legs, ring clad fingers drumming a nameless tune on the top of the box. When he didn’t apologize, I raised an eyebrow and turned my body a bit more to face him.

“What?” he asked, the grin still wide across his lips. “Saw you from the woods, you looked lonely. Thought I’d join you.”

“Do you have a lunch?” I asked, gesturing toward the lunchbox I knew carried everything but food.

When he shrugged again, I let out a sigh and dug in my lunch bag, pulling out a brownie and handing it to him. His eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas, and as fast as he took it, it was gone.

“Man, your mom is an awesome cook!” he praised, nestling back into the passenger seat.

I snorted out loud at his comment, making his eyebrows shoot up questioningly. The look of confusion on his face was laughable.

“You know my mom owns the Beautiful You Salon, right? She’s the one with the blue eyes and the blonde perm and the huge cans,” I told him, gesturing feebly toward my much smaller chest. “She’s too busy being Hawkins’ most memorable socialite. I made the brownies.”

Eddie pondered my words, his grin sliding a little from his lips, brown eyes analyzing me. Suddenly shy, I busied myself with putting away my lunch, knowing that there wasn’t much time left before the bell would ring.

“Sorry, that was a bit of an overshare. I’m just…it’s been a long day already,” I explained, tossing my lunch bag into the backseat once everything had been put away.

“It’s all good,” Eddie mused, ringed fingers tapping away on his lunchbox again. “Everyday feels like a long day in this hellhole.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” I snickered, feeling a grin start to pull at the edges of my lips.

“You smoke?” Eddie asked, tapping his fingers poignantly on the metal of the lunchbox, drawing my attention to it.

“Uh, I have at a couple of parties before. Nothing crazy. I don’t get out too much.”

“You should smoke with me sometime,” he offered, big brown eyes on me yet again. “The guys from Hellfire usually come over on Friday nights to hang out. It’s nothing crazy. You’re welcome to join if you’re ever looking for something to do on a Friday night. Even if it’s hanging out with the freaks.”

“I don’t believe in that shit,” I said with a shrug. “People here want to label each other so badly. Like we’re not all out here with weird interests and shit. I never thought you were a freak.”

“No?”

His curiosity piqued, Eddie leaned forward and set his lunch box on my dashboard before turning his body to completely face mine, arms crossed on my centre console.

“You don’t think I’m even a little bit…freaky?” he crossed his eyes as he spoke, making a laugh slip from my lips.

“Nah,” I said, trying my best to hide my smile from him. “I’ve always thought you were eccentric, but you’ve always been nice. And you’re good with Harrison. That’s a win in my books.”

Eddie grinned, the adorable gesture lighting up his face in such a way that I found myself unconsciously grinning back. He studied me for a few more moments before grabbing his lunchbox and popping the door open. Almost as if he had the timing down, the high pitched clatter of the school bell permeated the air the minute he did so.

“You’re alright, Dixon,” he hummed. “Like I said, invitation is always there to join us on a Friday sometime if you’re ever bored enough.”

“I’m bored plenty,” I blurted out, feeling heat blossom down my neck at my hasty choice of words.

Why was I absolutely floundering every time this man turned his grin on me?! I wanted to sink into the floor then and there. When he slid out of the car and didn’t acknowledge my words, I felt like throwing up. It took a minute, however, to register that he was actually coming around the front of the car to open up my door.

Blushing for another reason entirely, I murmured a soft thank you and clutched my bag to my chest as we started walking together toward the school. All I could feel were his eyes, his face unreadable to me as I didn’t know him that well yet.

Yet.

My blush deepened at the thought of getting to know Eddie, of actually hanging out with him and his friends one Friday night and maybe getting high. Would I ever have the nerve to go through with that? Would I ever have the time, knowing how much of my life was dedicated to Harrison's needs?

“Hey Dixon?” Eddie murmured, his voice soft and sweet as the snow swirled around us. “If you ever have a long day again and want company…let me know, ok? You’re always welcome at the Hellfire table. Since you don’t care about us being freaks.”

“Never have, never will.”

“Yeah, you’re alright Dixon.”

“You’re not too bad yourself, Munson.”

He gave me a two-finger salute and headed toward the East wing of the school, his retreating figure soon vanishing into the now heavily falling snow.

As I bit my lip and headed in the opposite direction I wondered if maybe, just maybe, I should start making more time for myself again.

#eddie munson x ofc #eddie munson x original female character #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction