#back when senior high school had its fun moments

[bonegrove]

when playing Jenga with your friends play Jaws theme song & watch them slowly go insane from the tension buildup

#bonemurmurs #back when senior high school had its fun moments #or any other slowly building up horror music like silent hill or osts from psycho #jenga #boardgames #games #jaws #movie #guaranteed fun times

[les4elliewilliams]

Ellie is away... // e.w

chapter 1 – 2002, Senior year High school

a/n: helooo:)) okay so this is my first series and first time actually writing something, i'm aware its not the best but its just for fun so idrc. im new to tumblr and i'm still trying to figure everything out so, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated. this is based off the game emily's away. also i know youtube wasn't really a thing back in 2002 but for my own sake, please, lets pretend it was. wc/cw: 1.6k. swearing, mention of drugs (just ellie saying she wants to get high) loser!ellie(??) don't know but anyways they're both simps but too scared to make a move on each other. no smut but still MDNI.

summary: a time before skype and facebook, windows xp just came out and Windows Messenger was the thing of the moment. you just got a new computer to chat with your friends

➥ part two

since windows xp came out everyone's been talking about this new instant message thing that lets you chat with your friends, everyone had it, your friends, your whole school had made an account on it, hell even your teachers used it, everyone except you and that was because you didn't even own a computer in the first place. you've begged and begged your parents until they got you one, you didn't care what kind of computer it was, even the cheapest and the shittiest worked for you as long as you could chat with your friends it was safe to say that they bullied you into getting one you made an account and signed in, typing in the search bar their weird usernames to add them to your 'friends list'. you made sure to write all their usernames down on a piece of paper before you rushed home, Ellie even had to explain to you how to do it. you picked a random icon for your profile and tried your best to pick a not so stupid and childish username who thought that picking a username for your account would be so hard? shit, you swore you probably spent more time picking a user than on your math problems and you weren't even that good in math.

you made sure to include your name in it so that your friends would recognize you and not freak out when they saw a friend request from a certain somebody

dinathedrummer ⇨ friend request sent.

jessescool ⇨ friend request sent.

brickmaster ⇨ friend request sent.

now you just had to wait until they accepted your request. meanwhile you just navigated on the internet, trying to learn a thing or two about your new computer, it was so odd but addictive.

you nearly jump when you hear a sound coming from your computer and something popping up in the right corner of your screen

brickmaster has accepted your friend request!

you eagerly click on it and it immediately leads you to the chat, your fingers aggressively hitting the keycaps almost too enthusiastic to chat with your friend Ellie (as if you don't see her daily)

brickmaster has signed in.

ynshere: Ellll!!! hiii

brickmaster: aboutt freaking time ynshere: right ynshere: but hey ynshere: better later than never, right?

brickmaster: yeah yeah brickmaster: nice icon by the way brickmaster: so, whats up??

ynshere: nothing really, just talking to you ynshere: what are you up to?

brickmaster: nothin, just listening to music :)

ynshere: ew what's that

brickmaster: rude brickmaster: it's called smiley face brickmaster: i really gotta teach you everything don't i?

ynshere: shut up ynshere: i know what it's called, i'm not stupid

brickmaster: you sure about that?

ynshere: positive :P

brickmaster: ooooh brickmaster: look at yn go

ynshere: shut it ynshere: so what are you listening to? ynshere: your depressing music again?

brickmaster: you're one to talk brickmaster: my grandma got the same music taste as you brickmaster: even Joel got better taste than you

ynshere: okay and

brickmaster: and you'd be nothing without me brickmaster: let me educate you brickmaster: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vabnZ9-ex7o

ynshere: not bad

brickmaster: told you brickmaster: it's one of my favorite

ynshere: not that good either

brickmaster: now you're just being delusional brickmaster: remind me why we're friends again

ynshere: because i'm great and you love me

brickmaster: don't know about that

ynshere: and because i let you copy my homework every single day

brickmaster: yep, that's the one

ynshere: i hate you Williams

brickmaster: sorry can't hear you over my depressing music

ynshere: i hope Joel takes your computer away again

brickmaster: oh hell no brickmaster: it took me 2 weeks to get it back brickmaster: you have no idea of what i had to do to get it back

ynshere: lmao now i really wanna know

brickmaster: had to spend time with him hiking and watching action movies with him brickmaster: i even had to help out the neighbor, take care of his garden and all that shit, even take care of his goddamn dog (nothing against the pup he was such a good boy) but still brickmaster: he's so against technology he really expects us to live like dinosaurs and those primitive dudes

ynshere: lol yeah my mum's the same way ynshere: are you going to Jesse's party tonight?

brickmaster: of course i'm going brickmaster: his parties are always fun brickmaster: and i really wanna get high tonight brickmaster: are you?

ynshere: well if you’re going i am too ynshere: it’s crazy we’re already having end of school parties

brickmaster: dude brickmaster: can't wait for highschool to be over

ynshere: ahh same here ynshere: i'm so over this school

brickmaster: yeah same brickmaster: you know Cat from our math class? brickmaster: she won’t stop messaging me brickmaster: we've been messaging for days

ynshere: what does she want?

brickmaster: nothin she just wants to talk brickmaster: she said she thinks i'm cool brickmaster: like i don't know that already

ynshere: you're so damn cocky ynshere: you ain't even cool

brickmaster: what? brickmaster: jealous?

ynshere: of what? ynshere: there's nothing to be jealous of

brickmaster: cause i'm the coolest and you're just a loser

ynshere: yeah yeah keep talking ynshere: so you like like her?

brickmaster: she's pretty and all but i don't know brickmaster: too clingy

ynshere: wait ynshere: is it THAT Cat ynshere: the girl with the tattoo?

brickmaster: yep brickmaster: the one Dina hates

ynshere: oh yeah ynshere: don't like her either

brickmaster: now you're just being mean

ynshere: bitch you're the first who called her clingy

brickmaster: i was describing her

ynshere: and i was just telling you how i feel about her

brickmaster: uh oh someone’s mad

ynshere: you're making me regret getting a computer in the first place

brickmaster: i'm kidding i'm kidding brickmaster: you're just so easy to mess with

ynshere: uh huh ynshere: fuckk just one more month to graduation brickmaster: man don't remind me brickmaster: we're getting old brickmaster: did you pick a school yet?

ynshere: didn’t get accepted into my reach school :( ynshere: so i'm just going to one of the others ynshere: i don't mind though, anything’s better than high school. where are you gonna go?

brickmaster: aw man i'm sorry, i remember you telling me how bad you wanted to get into that school brickmaster: going to art school :)

ynshere: yeah makes sense ynshere: you always liked drawing after all ynshere: and you're also very talented

brickmaster: thank you brickmaster: took me some time to convince Joel but eventually he gave in ynshere: i'm glad he did ynshere: would've been a waste of talent ynshere: i still have the drawing you made for me two years ago  :) brickmaster: lol really?? brickmaster: i wasn't even that good back then but i got better

ynshere: dude you joking right ynshere: it's literally so accurate and you even managed to make me look pretty

brickmaster: lol i'm serious brickmaster: i can do so much better now brickmaster: maybe i should draw you again sometime

ynshere: i mean i am an excellent muse so why not

brickmaster: totally brickmaster: can't believe you kept it

ynshere: of course i did, it's so pretty ynshere: no one has ever made me a drawing before lol

brickmaster: glad to be your first ;)

ynshere: god that thing is horrendous

brickmaster: you literally used it a few minutes ago

ynshere: maybe Joel was right ynshere: technology really is bad for you ynshere: are you starting to see things, Williams?

brickmaster: oh please brickmaster: this is why no one likes you

ynshere: seriously though ynshere: you promise to be there for me even if we won't see each other everyday? ynshere: you're my best friend i don't wanna lose you  :(

brickmaster: shut up you're literally one of my best friends brickmaster: nothing could ever keep me from talking to you brickmaster: who’s gonna annoy you when i leavee

ynshere: right ynshere: i’d be miserable without you ynshere: asshole

brickmaster: here we go with the pet names again brickmaster: stop flirting its working on me

ynshere: see what i mean ynshere: i could never go without all this ynshere: you're like one of the few people who made high school tolerable

brickmaster: same goes for you stupid brickmaster: you made it fun

ynshere: i know ynshere: who's miserable without me now?

brickmaster: shut up you dork brickmaster: Dina’s coming over in a few so we can head to the party together

ynshere: alright so i'll see you two there?

brickmaster: yep i'll see you there brickmaster: think Cat is gonna be there too? brickmaster: what if she wants to hang out with us

ynshere: don't know El ynshere: she’ll definitely be there ynshere: you don't want her around?

brickmaster: i mean, i don't know brickmaster: i don't wanna be a prick

ynshere: you are a prick ynshere: just tell her you're not interested

brickmaster: yeah i think i will brickmaster: or i could just avoid her, she’ll get the hint, right?

ynshere: or you could just tell her ynshere: why so scared?

brickmaster: i just don't wanna be mean and hurt her i guess brickmaster: but it's whatever. i'll tell her i don't like her that way brickmaster: it's better than leading her on

ynshere: mhm ynshere: look at you being mature

brickmaster: shut up brickmaster: shit, Dina’s here brickmaster: see you soon?

ynshere: see you soon ;)

brickmaster: oh look you just did it again

ynshere is away. brickmaster: of course you'd do that. brickmaster is away.

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[destructive-path]

thinking abt 80s arcade junkie!ellie who spends her free time trying to beat the high score on a pinball machine…..(sfw)

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it was the summer going into 8th grade when a new arcade opened up in town, and riley practically had to drag ellie to the building. the girl was reluctant to be in the presence of an excitable crowd. especially when most of the patrons would surely be fellow youth that she had grown a distaste for. however, as soon as ellie stepped into the establishment her breath was taken away. she was hypnotized by flashing neon lights, sounds of lazers, levels ups and more. but what really drew ellie in was the fact that the arcade had a space theme. needless to say she went back to the arcade every day that summer, and pretty much any day she could after that.

this brought us to now, where a twenty one year old ellie was still a regular at the arcade.

- ellie perfected her routine a few months back, the moment she steps into the building she goes to the bar for a pint and promptly lights a cigarette, starting off on a more simple game to ease her into night of fun and frustration

- after she’s satisfied with her literal pregame and her cig is nothing but ash in a tray, ellie makes eyes at her usual pinball machine, deciding its time to get serious (lock in ppl). on the busier days she has to wait to play because theres usually some kid smashing the games buttons and watching the lights flash in awe (similarly to how she did when she first came to the arcade.) as she makes her way to the game she fishes in her pocket thats filled with quarters, then pulls out a singular coin and places it on the edge of the machine. followed by an intimidating “i got next.” and the surrounding crowd groans in annoyance because everyone knows once ellie gets on the machine, its hers for the night.

- ellie never fails to bring her walkman to drown out the surrounding chaos of the arcade. she used to find the noise comforting, but the more she strived to beat the highscore the less she appreciated the distractions the arcade had to offer. it also didnt help that people (who didnt care to play said game) would flock around ellie to watch her play. her skills were unmatched. even though she had yet to beat that god forsaken highscore.

- now, even though she tried her best to remain civil, (not rlly) ellies temper often got the better of her. the woman had a bad habit of kicking the machine and swearing a nasty “fuck!” anytime she accidentally let the silver ball fall inbetween the pair of neon pegs and back into the machines possession rewarding her in a soul crushing game over. “watch it williams!” became such a popular saying amongst the employees that soon after even the customers would chime in when she lost her cool.

- ellie gets special treatment out the wazoo!! she always brings friends here for a free meal (the arcade pizza go crazy) because everyone loves ellie! it also helped that she paid her dues doing a grueling year of at the work at the arcade during her senior year of high school. she was always mumbling something about how expensive tuition college is. “fuckin art school….stupid…”

- oh boy this girl has a thing for girls who come into the arcade. (it was rare that she was graced by the gods with a presence of another woman in the arcade. let alone a gay woman.) but shes a terrible flirt! all she knows is play game be nerd :( but the girls that come up to her are so pretty! and when they know about games? ellie would swoon. so of course she agrees when they ask her “will you show me how to beat the final boss, ellie?” with big wandering eyes. “please?” how could she not?

- riley and ellie team up for super mario tournaments held at the arcade at the end of each month. ellie insists on being luigi, riley could care less. the pair enter the contest for some friendly competition, but after years of practice they never fail to win. the prize always goes to the duo who gets second place. the pair never seem to mind.

- mullet ellie is in full effect. (i mean, its the 80s…) that is until one day she was playing her game and grew sick of her hair falling in her face and covering her eyes. ellie swore it had effect on her performance, no one else bought that excuse though. so in a fit of rage she stormed into the neighboring barber shop and demanded they cut her hair as soon as possible. she left with a shorter cut then anticipated, and a much cleaner style than her usual effortless messy look. ellie didn’t hear the end of it for the rest of the week. “oh..looking very sharp today williams!” ellie made a mental note to start bringing a headband to the arcade, and to not be so impulsive.

- ellie always stayed until well after closing time, waiting for the staff to close up shop and smoke their post close cigarettes. the woman loved her silly pinball game and the joy and determination it provided. but these moments always held the most weight in her heart. just shooting the shit with a couple of fellow nerds. this is really why she came back so often. this was ellies community! and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

a/n: i went to an arcade recently and i couldn’t stop fantasizing abt this….pls consider reblogging! my reach is dead and i could really use the support 🫶🏽 *kisses u but only if u want it*

divider creds

#ellie williams #the last of us #lesbian #tlou2 #ellie the last of us #tlou #ellie tlou #ellie x you #ellie x reader #ellie drabble #ellie williams oneshot #i love ellie williams #ellie williams fic #ellie imagine

[magicshopaholic]

Kiss and Tell (Hoseok x OC)

Summary: During an impromptu game of truth or dare, Hoseok discovers something important about your past.

Pairing: Hoseok x OC

Genre: brother’s best friend; humour, banter, mild angst

Word count: 5.2 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: language, alcohol, peer pressure, shady characters, making out, allusions

A/N: Takes place around a month after New Year’s Eve Eve.

Tagging: @bbl32 @quarter-life-crisis2 @meirkive @faearchives @margopinkerton @purpleseoul7 @dreaming-with-happiness @xjoonchildx @tarahardcore @infinitehobi @handfullofcandids

Listen to: “stuck on the puzzle” by alex turner

hoseok masterlist | main masterlist

When Chaeyoung turned eighteen years old, she hosted her first birthday party without a grown up in charge.

Of course, her father and stepmother were right next door at the Jungs’ and Chanyeol had no doubt been enlisted to supervise the party in any case, but it was still a huge step up in terms of attendants; now, it was no longer just a birthday party, but a party.

It hadn’t taken place on her actual birthday, for that usually fell during finals. No, to ensure it would be as party as possible, Chaeyoung decided to push it by a month to summer vacation, the last time she and her classmates would be together before they all dispersed to different colleges around the country. With the added emotion and nostalgia, her party eventually became the party of the year, with lifelong memories being created for years to come.

For Chaeyoung, it was the first time she was treated like an adult; by her parents for finishing high school, by her brother for the easy confidence he showed in her while he chaperoned - and by his best friend Hoseok, who not only attended, but also seemed to have a lot of fun.

Hoseok had been visiting Chanyeol, naturally. Chanyeol was in the service at the time, having joined the moment he’d finished college. He was on break and despite Hoseok’s busy schedule, he’d taken a couple of days off to return to Gwangju for his best friend, even if it meant spending a night with a bunch of kids who’d barely entered their teens when he’d graduated high school.

Chaeyoung had been pleased to see him, but more out of the joy of seeing an old friend. Hoseok was a man grown, and the novelty of having two seniors in their twenties at her party only increased its coolness factor.

She half-expected him to show up in leather pants, as seemed to be his group’s look at the time, before she remembered that he didn’t live in a BTS music video. He looked tired and handsome and happy and mature all at once and when he came to the poolside to wish her a happy birthday, she truly felt as though they were all growing up, their shaky past forgotten.

It was a memory she cherished even today, the sight of him on the plastic deck chair by her parents’ pool, the light from the water reflected on his face, his easy smile as he joked with her and her friends and didn’t rat any of them out for sneaking in alcohol. In fact, he joined them, and Chaeyoung discovered with amusement that Hoseok was a complete lightweight. For a little over an hour, she and Hoseok hung out without incident, at the end of which she even wondered if they were maybe, possibly becoming friends.

Maybe. Possibly. It was one night among hundreds, but Chaeyoung chose to look back on it with hope and relief that they had both grown out of their childish rivalry that subtly revolved around Chanyeol. The party ended late and the night was a bass-induced haze of teenage freedom, and after the amount of alcohol that was passed around the little group by the pool, Chaeyoung didn’t know what Hoseok remembered the next morning. 

She remembered, though. She was older and so was he, and the cautious seeds of hope that were sown that night felt like the beginning of something new. Unfortunately, Hoseok left Gwangju the next morning and Chaeyoung left for college a week later, and the next time they saw each other was years later, when they reached for the last bottle of Absinthe at the same time.

—

Hoseok squeezes his way in between two dancing groups and bps his way over to Chanyeol, who is leaning against the balcony door and chatting with a vaguely familiar girl from their high school class.

She spots him before Chanyeol does. “Hey, Hoseok! Hayoung,” she reminds him good-naturedly when he opens his mouth.

“Of course!” He remembers now. “You look different without…” He hesitates, thinking twice lest the alcohol make him say something stupid. “... your Class President badge.”

“And you look different without the hoodie tied around your waist,” she replies cheerfully, throwing an arm around his shoulder and squeezing it. “Cheers!” She raises her glass and both men with her clink their bottles of beer.

“Dude, where were you?” Chanyeol asks. “Chae said she saw you, like, half an hour ago.”

“Got cornered by Joonho and his cousin who offered me a joint and wouldn’t let me leave unless I had a couple drags,” mutters Hoseok. “Remind me why we ever hung out with him again? Guy’s a pain in the arse.”

Chanyeol chuckles and shrugs while Hayoung, her hair a trendy burgundy, laughs. “You know he’s been telling everybody who will listen that he was best friends with J-Hope?”

“What?”

“Oh, yeah,” she nods, grinning. “I think you might just be the best thing that’s ever happened to him. You remember Eunbi from our junior class? He tried to get her to make out with him by saying that the car she was sitting in was the same one that J-Hope-from-BTS sat in.”

“No way,” breathes Chanyeol, while Hoseok chokes on his drink. “You’re kidding.”

“Nah, she told Jaehyun who told Mina and Seulgi, and Seulgi got totally drunk at Seokmin’s engagement party last year and told me and a bunch of others.” Hayoung nods knowingly. “He’s kind of obsessed with you.”

“That’s perfect,” he answers weakly.

“To answer your question, though, I haven’t the faintest idea why he’s here,” says Chanyeol, looking in the direction Hoseok came from. “I didn’t invite him. I think he came with someone. Maybe he heard you were here,” he suggests nonchalantly.

“I honestly can’t recall having a single conversation with him that didn’t end with me wanting to hang myself.”

Just then, the song changes and someone else joins them.

“I think the Kangs can rest in peace knowing they can still throw good parties,” says Chaeyoung, holding a glass with a dark drink in it. A faint flowery scent accompanies her that smells like summer in January.

“I agree, Chan,” says Hayoung. “I think you peaked with our graduation party but this is pretty close, too.”

“Except for whoever is playing Pitbull in this day and age,” mutters Chaeyoung, peering between their shoulders and wrinkling her nose. “Ugh, it’s Joonho. You know, I can’t believe you guys were ever friends with him.”

“We were never friends with him,” say Hoseok and Chanyeol in unison.

“Not in the actual sense,” adds Chanyeol.

“Did you meet his cousin?” Hoseok asks Chaeyoung. “Doesn’t he remind you of Ice?”

“Who the hell is Ice?”

“Oh, he’s Chae’s best friend.”

Chaeyoung slaps his shoulder. “He is not. And Ice isn’t a bad guy, he’s just… an acquired taste. Joonho was an asshat. He creeped out everyone, even the girls in my class. And some of the boys,” she adds in disgust.

“He had a really nice car, though,” says Hayoung fairly. “Even if you don’t count the celebrities that sat in it.”

“More importantly, though,” points out Chaeyoung, while Hoseok makes a face at Hayoung, “he’s using one of dad’s vintage collectible bottles to peer pressure a bunch of people to play Spin The Bottle with him.”

Chanyeol’s eyes widen and his head snaps back to look at where Joonho is. “Asshat,” he swears, downing the rest of his beer and striding away from them.

“I should probably go with him,” suggests Hayoung, taking a more appropriate sip of her drink. “He might just kill Joonho if he’s not careful and then what will you do when your biggest fan is dead?”

“Very funny,” retorts Hoseok, loud and disgruntled as their erstwhile class president leaves with a laugh. “What the hell is wrong with that guy?”

“I dunno.” Chaeyoung shrugs. “You’re the one who was friends with him.”

“I was never friends with - okay, I’m not doing this again.” He shakes his head and rolls his eyes at her amused expression. It’s only slightly strange to see her in the midst of his high school classmates, a group she was explicitly discouraged from hanging out with when they were actually in school. She seems almost their age now, though, drink in hand, stockinged legs and woolen dress, a sparkly blue snowflake clipped in her hair that makes her look like a modern-day winter wonderland Barbie.

“You look nice,” he says when he realises he’s been silently observing her for a few seconds. “Cute.”

Her smile widens. “Thanks. So do you.”

“I look cute?”

“Yeah. Isn’t that what your group is going for these days?”

“No. We’re going for dangerous.”  

“Your last music video was all pastels so I might be losing track. Anyway,” she adds, changing the subject, “as pseudo-host, it’s my duty to ask: Are you having a good time?”

“If you don’t count the half hour I spent trying to get away from Joonho, then, yes.”

Chaeyoung smiles in satisfaction. “Good enough.” She bites her lip. “Do you remember the last time you were at a party in this house?”

“Uh…” Hoseok frowns and squints. “No? I mean, I can’t place it. I must have been to, like, a dozen of Chan’s parties in this house.”

“Well, the party I’m talking about isn’t Chan’s party,” she says lightly. “It was my party.”

He doesn’t know if he’s imagining the meaningful edge to that clarification. “Oh, yeah,” he remembers, chuckling a little. “You did have a party.”

“I did. And you attended.”

“Yeah. It was fun, I remember.” This time, he knows he’s not imagining her face lighting up at the compliment. 

“Good. It meant a lot to me,” she says after a moment.

An old, ancient dread begins settling in his stomach and before he can begin to dissect it, he changes the subject.

“Fun for other people, too - especially your brother.”

“What do you mean?”

Hoseok chuckles again, hearing the words come out of his mouth before he can stop them. “I mean that his bedroom door was locked for a really long time with just him and one lucky lady in there with him.”

Chaeyoung’s jaw drops open. “What? He hooked up with someone at my party? He - he was supposed to be chaperoning!” she exclaims while Hoseok groans.

“Oh, man,” he sighs, running his hand over his face. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you that.”

“He made out with one of my classmates! Wait - did they have sex?” Her eyes widen in horror.

“Oh, calm down, it wasn’t anyone from your class. It was some girl he was dating from his old coaching class. Kind of,” he amends. “Her name was Chaeyoung, too, actually, which probably explains why that relationship didn’t go anywhere.”

“This story is just getting better with every new detail,” she mutters, closing her eyes.

“Don’t worry, she went by something else. Something that sounded like Chae but wasn’t - I want to say Chi? Or something to do with her last name -”

“You are the worst best friend ever for telling me this, by the way,” she interrupts.

“I am,” he admits sombrely. “I don’t think she liked me much, anyway.”

“Or she was just intimidated,” she points out. “You were his best friend. It was kind of a joke back in the day, that no girl Chan dated could ever compete with you.”

Hoseok laughs. “I don’t remember much from that night at all, but that’s pushing it a bit, maybe. Although, I suppose no girl I dated could ever compare to him either,” he jokes as someone shouts his name from the crowd and he turns, not noticing Chaeyoung’s smile fade slightly.

He rejoins the party, turning around briefly to see Chaeyoung following him as well. There’s some commotion around what cheesy party game to play next, with people throwing around suggestions and shouting their preferences. Despite everyone here being in their mid-twenties, it feels more like a high school party than when Hoseok was actually in high school - or maybe it’s the fact that they’re so much older that it feels like it.

There’s nostalgia in the air, so much of it that it stirs up feelings of his youth in a way he hasn’t remembered in a very long time. The moment he left for Seoul, everything changed. He was a trainee, but there was no childhood in boot camp. He was training to be employed, and then he debuted and he was officially a working adult. His friends were getting high on college campuses while he worked to the bone twenty hours a day and while he can’t find it in himself to regret his path at all, he finds himself embracing his eighteen year old self with open arms the first chance he gets.

“Okay, truth or dare it is! We’ll start with J-Hope!”

“No!” He blurts it out instinctively and a few people snicker at Joonho’s dumbfounded expression. Across the living room next to the bookshelf, Hayoung, still standing with Chanyeol, catches Hoseok’s eye before snorting into her drink.

Fortunately, someone else volunteers to go first, there’s some jeering, and a dare starts being formulated. Hoseok uses this opportunity to cross the living room and stand next to Hayoung, whose cheeks are still flushed with laughter. 

“I’m going to kick his arse,” he mutters in a low voice.

“I don’t blame you,” she says immediately, still giggling as she places a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. She takes another large sip of her drink - a glass of deep red wine - and swallows it in one go. “But you don’t really strike me as the arse-kicking type.”

“If he calls me J-Hope one more time, I’m going to trip him.”

“Sounds like a plan.” She cheers along with everyone else as one of their classmates downs an entire jug of beer in under a minute and emerges red-faced, looking as though she’s going to throw up.

Hoseok watches as the truths immediately start getting personal and dares get more juvenile, with everybody - including him - enjoying it despite themselves. He’s had enough to drink that his inhibitions are lowered and his tongue can’t be trusted, but it’s a happy buzz for now, watching his old friends stay the way they were, every one of them reaching for the vestiges of their teenage years for one night before returning to their adult lives.

Across the living room, he spots Chaeyoung where he’d left her. She’s standing a little away from the group, not really a part of the circle of people playing. Hoseok is glad for that; he’s not exactly sure why, but he knows he doesn’t want her getting caught up in this game, where standing up to peer pressure is the real challenge.

She’s leaning against a wall and watching the game, looking mildly amused as the people she used to look up to possibly seem so much more human now. She looks in his direction and catches his eye the moment someone calls his name.

“Okay, Hoseok’s turn now!”

“You know, I really don’t -”

“No, no, you have to play now!” Joonho takes over and adjusts his legs on the couch so he’s kneeling, looking far too eager. “Truth or dare?”

Next to Hoseok, Chanyeol and Hayoung are barely holding it together. Giving them a stony look, he sighs. “Truth,” he answers, knowing there’s no way in hell he’s going to be caught doing the kind of dares being thrown around here; the last thing he needs is someone filming him choking on a dozen marshmallows and going viral right before their new album drops.

Joonho claps his hands, as though he’s been waiting for this moment his whole life. “Name every girl you have ever hooked up with!”

There’s a momentary confused silence where everybody frowns and little and even Hoseok is a bit stumped. This was the super scandalous question he’d been frothing at the mouth over this entire time?

But when no one proposes to change the question and everyone simply sort of shrugs and begins nudging him to answer, Hoseok shakes his head.

“Oh, I - I can’t answer that,” he starts to say, but he’s drowned out by some sarcastic booing which makes him realise his mistake.

“No, no, we need names,” pipes up Joonho, seeming almost gleeful at Hoseok’s hesitation. “Including the famous ones!”

“I can’t -”

“We probably won’t know most of them,” reasons another girl in their class, in what sounds like a reassuring tone. “And the ones from school… well, I think everyone here knows everyone’s hook-ups,” she adds reasonably.

“Use stage names!” Joonho chimes in loudly, still on his own trip.

“No,” says Hoseok firmly, wishing he could punch him. How were they ever friends? He runs through the names in his head frantically until he’s convinced there’s nothing problematic there. There’s no proof being asked, only names. Worst case? He can just lie.

“Just - okay. Okay. So, there was, um, Hwayoung, Eunji, Yeonjin…” He trails off briefly as no one really reacts, for this information has been public for years.

“And?”

Hoseok isn’t sure who asked that, but makes no effort to identify them either. “Um… Jia, Jieun…” He clears his throat and looks up, meeting Chaeyoung’s gaze. It startles him for a moment, but he can’t decipher her expression. It’s not quite curious, but she’s definitely listening intently. 

A voice in the corner of his mind tells him to stop before it gets worse, but not only is there no clarity to that thought, but Hoseok isn’t even sure that he can stop now.

“And Youngsoon,” he finishes, holding her gaze for a moment before looking back at Joonho, silently daring him to ask him something else.

Joonho seems to deflate slightly at Hoseok’s withering expression and nods, clapping and immediately changing the subject. Hoseok stares at him until he can’t anymore and finally forces himself to turn to Chaeyoung, only to see her walking away in the direction of the kitchen.

No one else seems to have noticed, probably because she wasn’t even playing. Hoseok has an inkling of why he noticed and something tells him he needs to go after her, except he’s quite sure she doesn’t harbour the same feelings she did when she was a kid. Or he was, before this reaction.

Could it be? Could talking about girlfriends from a hundred years ago have brought her feelings from the same era back to the surface? Or did they never really disappear, and she’s been hiding it from him this whole time? Both possibilities worry him equally, but he’s unsure if he wants to find out the truth at all.

Hoseok’s feet stay planted on the floor as the game continues around him, all the way until the end. Chaeyoung returns after a while as well, taking a different seat at the edge of the couch, still outside the game but an active spectator. She doesn’t seem any different, even momentarily catching Hoseok’s eyes and giving him a non-committal smile, leaving him to ponder if he’s been imagining everything and that he’s probably had enough to drink tonight.

They say nothing to each other until the game ends and people begin dispersing, a few deciding to call it a night and head out. Hoseok goes to the kitchen to hydrate - if Jimin has taught him anything about the holy principles of drinking, it’s this - retrieving a bottle of water and chugging half of it when Chaeyoung enters.

“Hey,” she says, giving him the same vague smile. “How’s it going?”

He swallows uncomfortably. “Hey,” he replies, cringing a little at how fake it sounds. “I’m good. You holding up okay?”

“Uh-huh.” She nods and places her empty glass on top of the microwave. Somehow, even at the end of the night, her outfit and hair look untouched. He’s struck, once again, by how much older she looks among his high school classmates. 

“We were talking about my party earlier,” she reminds him, leaning against the doorway with her arms folded across her chest. “Do you remember when we were outside by the pool towards the end of the party? I was drinking and trying not to let Chan find out? Although, now I know he was busy with other stuff.”

Hoseok chuckles, albeit a little belatedly. This wasn’t what he was expecting. “Uh, yeah. Of course. It was some truly crappy vodka but it definitely got the job done.”

Chaeyoung laughs. “It did. And then that guy from our chess club - Eunwoo - he stumbled outside and -”

“Walked straight into the pool!” Hoseok snorts, the memory coming back to him all of a sudden in perfect clarity. “It took him, like, ten whole seconds to realise what had happened.”

“And then two of us and Sora tried to pull him out -”

“- but he was too heavy.” He shakes his head. “What chess player needs that much muscle, anyway? Didn’t he pass out after that?”

“Yeah, on the deck chair. We force-fed him some water and Sora ran inside to look for some food but he was out like a light by then.” She grins. “We kept using dog commands to try to get him to wake up.”

“Shit, we did.” Hoseok turns and leans back against the kitchen counter, feeling oddly cheerful at this random shared memory. “What were we thinking?”

“I don’t know.” She’s looking at the floor, a smile still lingering on her face. But she seems far away. “Do you remember what happened after that?” she asks after a moment.

Hoseok frowns slightly, nodding. “Yeah… he didn’t wake up so we put a towel over him like a blanket. You kept telling me I was doing it wrong, I think… you told me I wasn’t making hospital corners or something?”

Her expression doesn’t change, and the answer feels within reach. She bites her lower lip and it suddenly hits him.

He remembers - and so does she.

It’s like a black and white movie slowly being infused with colour, the shapes blurry and only disjointed sounds of drunken laughter remaining of the moment Chaeyoung had demonstrated the correct way to tuck a person in, watched in satisfaction as Hoseok humoured her and copied her, said good job, oppa with a flip of her long hair that smelled like summer, moved towards the bottle of vodka the same time that he did, and got kissed by her brother’s best friend.

Hoseok has to remind himself to breathe, knowing that the realisation is clear as day on his face. Chaeyoung doesn’t seem to know what to say either, but it’s obvious this is the answer she was looking for. She swallows and her gaze falls to the floor again, her jaw moving as though about to say something but thinking the better of it.

Hoseok had counted on her not remembering. All these years, in the absence of any acknowledgement of it, he thought the universe had possibly worked a miracle and erased her memory of his lapse in judgement. But even thinking it, he realises how ridiculous it sounds. Of course Chaeyoung would remember. She was no longer the annoying kid that worshipped him at her birthday party, but feelings like that didn’t just disappear without a trace. 

They are interrupted by a couple of people who barge into the kitchen, talking in loud, slurring speech and making a beeline for the carton of beer at Hoseok’s feet. He jumps out of the way and almost trips, but in the momentary commotion, Chaeyoung leaves the kitchen.

It takes Hoseok a while longer to do the same, emerging when the decibel level of the house is down to only a handful of voices. He doesn’t bother looking for her in the living room; instead, he goes straight to the French doors and opens them a crack to slip out to the poolside, the cold January air engulfing him like a straitjacket. He pulls his bomber jacket closer around him and raises the collar and jogs over to the deck chairs where Chaeyoung is seated, a pearly white woolen coat over her dress.

She turns and spots him just before he reaches her and gives him a slightly knowing look. He raises an eyebrow and she sighs, but moves the pile of towels from the neighbouring chair to make space for him. He sits and she changes her orientation so that they’re facing each other.

It takes her a few moments to meet his eyes, but he doesn’t start speaking until she does.

“Before you jump to any conclusions,” he begins, “I didn’t forget. I didn’t,” he repeats when Chaeyoung says nothing. “You know why I couldn’t take your name in there.”

It takes her a moment, but she gives him a single nod.

“Chanyeol doesn’t know - and he can never know. You are so far out of bounds that I - I can’t ever tell him.” He sighs and drops his head into his hands before raising it again. “And I don’t think you did either.” It sounds more like a question.

“Well, you’re still alive, aren’t you?” she murmurs sarcastically. “I don’t keep my brother updated on the boys I’ve kissed.” The word lingers in the air between them and for a moment, a summer breeze from years ago seems to premeate the frigid air.

“Well, thanks. I’ve always felt horrible about it.”

Chaeyoung scoffs quietly. “Wow.”

“No, not - not like that.” Hoseok sighs, sounding a little exasperated. “You know that’s not what I mean. I just… I know you felt… I know you had a thing for me,” he says quickly. “And I didn’t want to lead you on. And you were Chan’s sister and you were a kid…” He swears under his breath, as though reliving something all over again. “I felt like I was taking advantage of you.”

Despite her complicated feelings towards him right now, Chaeyoung can’t help but feel a little sorry for him. “Hoseok, I was eighteen - and one month,” she reminds him. “And we were both pretty drunk. You don’t have to feel guilty about that. Honestly, I’m surprised you even remember.”

“Of course I do,” he admits in a low voice. He bites his lip, not sure how to explain to her the extent to which he remembered, including the moment he ran into her at the liquor store, when she came over for a movie with  Chanyeol present - how every time he was around her, his jitteriness driven by an ancient guilt always threatened to make him blurt it out and apologise.

“I do remember,” he repeats. “And even though this may be long overdue… I’m sorry. I’m sorry I never talked to you about it and… I’m sorry if I ever led you on. I never forgot. The only reason I haven’t said anything the last year is because… well, it seemed like you were okay. That maybe you forgot.”

Chaeyoung purses her lips, looking deep in thought. Then she opens her mouth, looking a bit hesitant. “Well… actually, I did forget.”

Hoseok stares at her blankly for a few seconds before shaking his head as though hoping to get water out of his ears. “I’m sorry - what?”

“Well, I didn’t forget like I erased it from my memory or anything,” she amends, rolling her eyes. “But I didn’t really think about it. I know it didn’t mean anything.”

“You -” He frowns. “But then why - I mean, it seemed like you were mad. Or - or hurt. Inside. Before.”

She cringes a little at how transparent her feelings apparently were. “I wasn’t mad that you didn’t count me in your little list back there,” she clarifies pointedly. “Because you’re right - Chanyeol won’t be thrilled about it. It’s not worth getting into that mess.”

“But you were mad because… you thought I forgot?” 

Chaeyoung takes a deep breath, the night coming back to her all over again. “I didn’t care that you forgot about the kiss, Hoseok. I cared that you seemed to forget everything else.” When his frown only deepens, she rolls her eyes again but much more self-consciously this time. “That night was the first time we ever… chilled. We just hung out, without Chan, without fighting… we just had fun. It felt a little like you’d forgiven me for being such a pain in the arse when we were kids,” she adds with a small shrug. “That’s why that night meant a lot to me. And why it bothered me when you said you didn’t remember it.”  

Hoseok’s eyes soften a bit as he processes this, and his apologetic, puppy dog expression almost makes her want to give him a hug.

“Oh,” he murmurs after a moment. “I had no idea.”

“It’s okay. It was a long time ago.”

He nods, still watching her. The light from the pool reflects in waves across his face, making him look years younger - or maybe she’s simply imagining it.

“So, um -“ He clears his throat. “Coming back to the kiss… you really didn’t care about it? At all?”

“Not really. Come on, oppa, you never really made it a secret how you felt about me - and I don’t blame you,” she adds, shuddering a bit. “So, yeah, I get it. We had a bit to drink and kissed in the moment. It was an accident.” She tilts her head, hoping he believes her. “Don’t worry. You didn’t give me any wrong ideas. It meant nothing.”

Hoseok stares. “Nothing,” he repeats.

“Mm, no.”

“Not a thing?”

Chaeyoung blinks. “What’s happening right now?”

“Nothing,” he says immediately. “I know it didn’t mean anything. I was just checking that it didn’t mean anything to you, which, obviously… it didn’t.” He busies himself with a loose thread at the bottom of his jacket.

There’s a few moments of truly awkward silence during which Chaeyoung is too confused to move a muscle, until she spots him glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.

“Okay,” she says loudly, standing up. “I think the party’s over. I’ve to go clean up before my parents get back home in the morning, which is in…” She checks her phone. “Five hours. Perfect.” She tucks it back in. “Do you know where Chanyeol is?”

“Uh, yeah… I think he went to drop Hayoung home,” answers Hoseok absently, still frowning.

“Cool.” She moves to go inside the house, hearing him follow her.

“I’ll help,” he offers when she gives him a questioning look.

“Thanks,” she says, pleasantly surprised. “Garbage bags are under the sink. I’ll go change and then I’ll start straightening the living room. I spent two weeks’ salary on this coat,” she explains sheepishly.

Just as she’s about to ascend the stairs, Hoseok calls her name again.

“Yeah?”

He observes her, looking somewhat troubled. “Was I… was I your first kiss?”

It’s not the question Chaeyoung was expecting. “Why?” She half-chuckles. “Would it make you feel better?”

“No,” he admits. “I don’t want to have taken your first kiss from you. I mean, that stuff… it should be with someone you actually care about.”

Always an open book, Hoseok’s conflicted feelings are as transparent as ever on his face. Chaeyoung is glad they’re a distance apart so she isn’t tempted to hug him again. 

“I was eighteen years old. Don’t most people have their first kiss way before then?” 

“That’s not an answer.”

Chaeyoung bites her lip, knowing he’s not going to let this go.

“No, Hoseok. You weren’t my first kiss.” She waits until he nods, looking only slightly placated. “I’m going to change now. I’ll be right back.” Without waiting for a response this time, she goes up the stairs, leaving him alone in the living room among the remains of Chanyeol's party.

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#hoseok x oc #hoseok fanfic #hoseok x angst #thebtswritersclub #bangtanwhq #bangtantheatrenet #bangtanoasis #bangtanbathhouse #micdropnet #k-vanity #houseofddaeng #wkcnet #hyunglinenetwork #bts jhope fanfic

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I've been reading jerejean fics and I love how at one point everybody agreed that Jeremy comes from a crowded household with many siblings. My boy KNOWS how to deal with shit smoothly because he probably has a long history of:

Pulling back together after realising he isn't the No1 priority at the moment, winning heated arguments with minutes of patience and bullshitting just because, counseling of hours after one of his sisters' break-ups or brothers' breakdowns over a fight with their parents, being compared to them, parenting the little ones when mom and dad aren't home, sharing a bed with others when guests are staying over on holidays, falling asleep in one of their beds after a nightmare, waking up with one of them under his blankets some other day, crossing the hallway on his tippy toes at 3am and finding the kitchen already has its lights on filled with quiet whispers to not wake their parents up (there's always a gossip going around about the mom's side of the family, and he still remembers the first day his big sister didn't sent him back to bed because he is now one of the grown-ups.), quietly opening his window at midnight to let his brother sneak back into home after a party which Mrs and Mr Knox would not approve of, spending exactly eleven minutes to figure out how to slice the pie mom made evenly because this nine-year-old has to have some issues for fucking God's sake.

Jeremy always had someone looking out for him, and someone to look out for. He knows the importance of trust and respect and love and everything that you need to give people to be family. Jeremy values family. It's only normal when he makes the Trojans his new crowded loud family after leaving the house.

He adores Trojans, he wants them to be happy, he wants them to be happy while playing Exy. So he does everything he can to make them fall in love with Exy, not winning because he doesn't want his sisters and brothers to break themselves apart like he did in high school when he heard a teacher say "A shame the young Knox is nothing like his brother". He trusts his team, he knows they will fight with all they have until the last moment, they always do.

When he expresses his new plan to his team he's well aware they might lose. Foxes played the whole season with nine people, and it's a complete new thing for Trojans. He isn't afraid, though; not all of the team think of it as a good idea at first, but they all come around at some point and decide to give it a try, because they love playing Exy and hungry for improvement and it's going to be fun and a little fair, too, because the Foxes are actually nice people and what are they playing for if they're going to freak out and keep their weaknesses a weakness?

They lose, and the first thing Alvarez does after leaving the court is to barge into the men's changing room with Laila following her and express her remarks on the match, not so politely. ("No, but how the-"). Second thing she does is to tell Jeremy her suggestions on changing the training drills slightly to adapt the team into building up more stamina, she got these ideas on the court, by the way. Jeremy can't scold her for not focusing on the game because she was focused, and he is kind of scared of her. They still have their party, and decide to gather in Jeremy's room for the night, turning the party to a slumber one. Jeremy doesn't mind being squished. In fact, you could say he is very, very happy in the morning despite the sweat and dampness, all off the Trojans peacefully breathing and cuddling each other makes his chest warm.

The next year, Jeremy knows they will win. He told the Trojans they would, and they trust him. He just knows. And they do win. His room is a little more crowded now, with the new freshmen and their seniors who graduated last year (he thought they should invite them, the Trojans owe their seniors for them giving up on the trophy last year).

Jeremy thinks he loves both his families.

#jeremy would do anything for the trojans #he just will #and when jean arrives jeremy thinks my family might have problems but everyone will be HAPPY #jean never had a real family and jeremy is determined to make him not long for one #he wont let jean not live his life #last year jeremy shared his bed with the trojans because of the lack of space #but not this year #this year there's only jean beside him because he still needs time #jeremy takes jean to his home on a holiday and jean immediately understands why jeremy shines so bright #jeremy's mom knits jean a sweater on christmas because i need her to #jeremy's inviting jean to his first ever family and jean accepts it because i need him to be loved #go mr sunshine go give the french boy a hug because he fucking needs it #i love them so much #and jeremy knox is literally so perfect they are so perfect for each other #jeremy knox #all for the game #jean moreau #jerejean #the kings men #the sunshine court #i didn’t sleep last night #or will not tonight #i didn't intend this to be this long shit

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What Will It Be? Chapter 3

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@kinglazrus

woooooooo

Dash and Kwan walked out of the school together. Their last couple classes had passed without incident and now it was the end of the school day. 

“What do you mean you can’t come to our nightly run? You always come!”

Kwan shrugged. “Sorry, Dash. I’d love to get all sweaty with you in the dusk of night…”

“Why did you have to say it like that?”

“But my mom scheduled for me to get my senior pictures done today and then we’re going out to eat with my grandparents.”

“Ah, yes, can’t disappoint the grandparents.”

Kwan nodded sagely. “Sorry. You could always skip tonight's run.”

Dash waved the comment away. “Nah. Then I’d have to make it up on a different day and I’m gonna be using the whole weekend to relax.”

“Face masks, rom coms, and ice cream?” Kwan smirked at him. 

“You know it!” Dash held his hand up for a high five and Kwan hit his hand with a whoop. 

“Well, I gotta go. Have fun getting sweaty by yourself.”

“I will. Bye.” 

Dash waved at Kwan as he walked away. Stuffing his hands in his pockets he began to walk across the schoolyard. He had time before he had to go home and start working on homework. Maybe he could go to the Nasty Burger. 

He heard a loud laugh and he looked up. Standing there were Danny, Sam, and Tucker. He smiled and started heading towards them. 

“Hey, guys!” He waved at them. “Kwan’s being a nerd and being busy, you guys wanna go hang out at the Nasty Burger?”

Sam and Tucker both shot Danny looks and he was about to respond when he was interrupted by a gasp coming out of his own mouth. 

“I, uh, sure. But I gotta go to the bathroom real quick!” 

Danny ran off and Dash raised a quizzical eyebrow at him. He was about to ask Sam and Tucker why Danny always had to use the bathroom so much, but a scream interrupted him. 

Running from around the back of the school was a giant green dog with red eyes. It stopped running and looked around everywhere. Its eyes landed on Sam and Tucker and it barked, looking at them excitedly with its butt in the air as its tail wagged. 

“Does this dog know you guys?” Dash asked them. 

“Sort of.” Sam said. 

“How-“

“Cujo!” Phantom yelled. “I told you, no visiting the high school! You’re too big like this!” 

The ghost dog panted happily, wagging its tail. It brought its face closer to Phantom’s and gave him the biggest, wettest lick Dash had ever seen. 

“Gross!” Phantom yelled, shaking saliva off of his arms. “Playtime isn’t until later, Cujo. You don’t even have your toy yet.”

Cujo’s ears picked up at the word toy.

“Yeah! Your toy! Can you go find it for me? And bring it back at the time we’re actually supposed to have play time?”

Cujo barked before giving Phantom another lick. He shrank down and started running quickly through the air into the distance. 

“He couldn’t have shrank back down before licking me again?” Phantom groaned and shook his arms off a second time. “Now I have to go home and take a shower.” 

“Bro just phase it off.” Tucker cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted up at Phantom. 

“Yeah, then you don’t have to go take a shower.” Sam shouted.

“Ghosts shower?” Dash asked. 

“This one does.” Tucker smirked. “Stinkiest teenage ghost there is.” 

“Hey!” 

Sometimes Dash was jealous of the relationship Sam and Tucker seemed to have with Phantom. He didn’t understand how they managed to become so close to him while Dash could hardly ever get a conversation out of the guy. 

“Hey Phantom! Want to come hang out at the Nasty Burger with us?” Dash shouted.

Phantom glanced at Sam and Tucker and then back at Dash. “Sorry I’ve, uh, got previous engagements already. I’ll see you guys later!”

He waved and flew away. A few moments later Danny came walking back out of the school. 

“Ready to go eat our faces off?” Danny smiled up at him. 

“You bet I am! I think I’m gonna be able to stuff my face more than Foley over there.” 

“No you won’t!” Tucker yelled at him as he turned to start walking towards the Nasty Burger. “I’ll have you know I won Casper High’s hot dog eating championship with a new high record! There’s no way you can beat me.”

“You guys are so gross.” Sam wrinkled her nose as she followed after Tucker. “What’s the point of eating if you’re just gonna inhale your food anyways? You won’t even be able to taste it.”

“It’s the principle of it, Sam.” Danny said. Dash fell into step beside him as they started walking. 

“What principle?” She waved her hands in the air. “Of being gross?”

“Of being a man.” Tucker puffed his chest out and smiled at her.

“Yeah, okay. I’m sure real men eat Nasty Burger’s entire stock.”

“Yeah, exactly! Now you’re getting it!” 

Sam rolled her eyes and continued walking. 

Dash looked around them as they walked. The trees that grew alongside the sidewalks were a bright orange and red. Football season had just ended and he was looking for a more relaxing couple of weeks before basketball started. It gave him a good opportunity to actually get outside and admire the pretty colors. 

Dash glanced at Danny. He was also looking around at his surroundings, admiring the leaves. Maybe one of these days he’d have to take everyone to his favorite hiking trail. Or just him and Danny could go. That could be where he confessed his feelings to him. 

Then Danny’s eyes met his. Dash could feel his face turning red and he quickly looked away. How was he going to confess anything if he couldn’t even look Danny in the eye?

“They’re pretty, huh?” Danny said. Dash looked back at him.

“Huh?”

“The leaves.”

“Oh.” Dash nodded. “Yeah, they are.”

“We should go walk around the park before they all fall to the ground and turn brown. It’s really pretty there.”

Dash smiled. “Yeah! We should do that.”

“There are prettier places to walk around and see the leaves.” Sam turned to face them. “We all have our licenses. We could drive somewhere over the weekend and do some hiking.”

“Yeah!” Tucker smiled. “Tiny roadtrip!”

Danny rolled his eyes. “It won’t be a road trip, Tucker. We’ll probably only be gone for a couple hours.”

“That’s why it’s called a tiny road trip.”

Dash smiled as he watched Danny and Tucker bicker. It was nice that they could be like this, that they were friends now. Danny threw back his head and laughed. 

Dash hoped he never got to stop seeing his smile.

#gorgi writes #danny phantom #invisobang 2023 #dash baxter #kwan #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #swagger bishie #fanfiction #phic

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Eddie Munson Masterlist

Eddie Munson x OFC

Cherry Bomb  Multi Part Series - COMPLETE

Chapters in bold contain NSFW Content

Mary Cherry, a peer-proclaimed good church girl decides once turning 18 that she no longer wants to be that angelic good girl. She wants to be bad. She wants to live a little and have some fun. She's made a list of things she wants to do before graduating to complete her bad girl transformation. But she'll need someone to help her learn how. Eddie Munson, the school "freak" and resident bad boy seems like the perfect teacher. Eddie takes her under his wing, but they both start to question what being "good" or "bad" means throughout the process. Who's reputation will actually change, and will the student become the teacher? Slow burn. Everyone's over 18.

Part One Part Two Part Three Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Seeing Stars Multi-Part Series (COMPLETE)

Chapters in bold contain NSFW Content

A reimagining of Eddie's '86 senior year that ends with him walking the graduation stage, flipping the bird, and getting the hell out of there. With the girl he loves. A new girl with a mysterious air to her and a questionable past comes to Hawkins. After a chance encounter at a party, Eddie becomes a bit smitten with her. The problem is, she's an unreadable brick wall when she's sober. Despite her hesitation to letting men in her life, they become best friends. Will Eddie's attentive persistence help him break down the walls she's put up to protect herself from not getting hurt? Will Star learn she can be in love and be loved in return after her last relationship left her traumatized? Will her spiritual guidance help her see that Eddie really is the one for her? A story of strangers to best friends to lovers with a splash of witchiness and a lot of trauma healing.

Part One Part Two Part Three Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27

Eddie Munson Reader One Shots

Repentance (NSFW)

Reader gave up her former life to become popular but it turns out it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. By her senior year, she’s grown weary of having to be someone else and stands up for herself one too many times before the cutthroat members of Hawkins royalty get tired of her and decide to ruin her reputation. With no one left who knows the real her, she’s left to reach out to her former best friend, Eddie Munson. We follow her and Eddie through key moments in their best friends to enemies to lovers' journey ending with a reconciliation that shows her what kind of love she's been missing out on.

Hindsight's Always 19/84. (Multi Part - In Process)

Single Dad Eddie/Reader AU. Old Lovers Reunited. First Love's.

You left Hawkins in 1984. You had no intentions of ever coming back. But life had other plans. You grew sick of the fake people and conversations, the classism and nauseating academic personalities of your past life. You craved life with its highs and lows, its triumphs and heartbreak over the beige monotony of white-collar progress. Now divorced and happy to be, you move back home. You run into an old friend, Eddie Munson. He was a memory that had haunted you for years. You haven't been the only one whose life has changed drastically. He's working two jobs and taking care of his son alone. You came back to Hawkins to find a new path, but you're faced with your younger self instead. Will you finally give her the answers she's always needed? Are you brave enough to say the things you couldn't before you left? With the growing connection between two broken adults, it looks like you never should've left.

You know what they say, Hindsight's always 20/20.

Part One Part Two

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson fic #edddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x ofc #eddie munson x female oc #eddie munson x f!oc #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson fix it fic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson au #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger thing au #stranger things fix it fic #eddie munson x oc

[youn9racha]

New Chapter—Departing from This Account

hey guys… its ella aka youn9racha here

i’m back on here to regretfully to tell you all that i’ll be leaving the stayblr fic community. i’ve had so much fun being on here and i never regretted anything that came out of this account. it had been a wonderful one-two years being on here, and if i could, i’d relive this moment over and over again.

i cherish the people i’ve met here, the ones that got close enough to have my socials and the ones i’ve casually talked, whether through comments, reblogs and dms. y’all are wonderful and made my experience on here so special to me. words can’t describe how much this account means to me.

there are many factors on why i’ll be leaving, one of them being my university taking up most of my time, but the other factor that kinda hurts to admit is that i’m not as interested and invested in stray kids as i used to before. i still love my eight boys, in fact they’re the only kpop group i follow on my socials and i don’t intend on removing them anytime soon, and i still very much love bang chan. but i’m just not as obsessed with them to the point of writing stuff surrounding them anymore. I’ve been too preoccupied with life that it slowly drove me away from them, even to the point of me denying.

i’ve also developed new interests and hyperfixations, namely one piece, as being pretty evident as my recent posts about the live action series, so that also drove me away from writing for stray kids.

but all in all, it really has been fun being on here and writing for these eight men that have impacted my life from late high school till now in the best way possible. its crazy to think that i’ve been loving these boys from senior year of high school when i was 18 and now i’m a senior in college, truly i cannot thank them enough on how much they mean to this day. but i have to leave this part of my life behind. who knows, maybe i’ll start being obsessed with them again? only time will tell if that were to happen.

as for this account? i don’t intend on deactivating this account because i still cherish this account and i don’t think i’m ready to deactivate it yet. and besides i know some people like to read my stories even though i still haven’t fixed my masterlist—i promise once i have the free time i’ll fix it i swear! so why should i take that away?

anyhow, its been fun. i’m gonna miss writing her…

c ya !!!! 🫶🫶

p.s. if any of my mutuals on here wants to still interact with me, just dm me and i’ll give you my socials (i am technically an anonymous person, and i do go by a fake name so i’m not gonna give it out to anyone)

p.p.s i’ll still watch skz’s new cb

#goodbye （＾◇＾）👋

[mentallyrecovering]

Choose Your Own Adventure

this intro is a LONG intro with details about the characters life, motives, and background. Explains why they are on a road trip and where they are going. So it is long but I wanted to write it as if its a book. if you don't like ti please give me feedback!

long story intro beyond the keep reading

Taylor, Sam, Hazel, And Rowan were laying on the beach basking in the sun. It was a beautiful day, the day after graduation, the day that they were free from the shackles of high school. It had been tough their senior year, Taylor had broken up with their partner  whom they dated since the first day of freshman year. They had been a couple up until they graduated when their partner had a change of mind and wanted to be “free” for college. 

Sam, Hazel, and Rowan were right by Taylors side. They had spent hours cheering Taylor up, “They weren’t the one”, “They didn’t really love you”, “it was for the best”. Nothing seemed to cheer Taylor up.

Hazel wasn’t much better than Taylor. They had lost their mom in a car accident the first week of their senior year. It had been tough. Hazel kept it bottled up in order to keep the friend group cheerful and bright. Of course everyone took the time to cheer them up, offering up hugs and supplying the group with all you can eat chocolate. Chocolate solves any problem you have in life.

Rowan and Sam on the other hand had no major life events happen beside graduation. They had a pretty normal, if not mundane, senior year. Of course senior year is tough for anyone. Who has motivation to keep doing school work knowing you will be free in just a few short months. No one in the group had a particular plan in place as far as college. Their parents wanted to push them into college. Taylor’s parents wanted them to go to UCLA. Sams parents wanted them to go to NYU. Rowan’s parents wanted them to go to UT.

Hazel, on the other hand, was odd in the college conversation. Having lost their mom in a car accident had subdued their desire to go to college. Afterall, why would they go to college when every single milestone brought back memories of the past. The others in the group trying to raise their spirits were somewhat helpful but not really. They would brighten up around the group but as soon as they were alone they would cry. Losing your mother was going to be a lifelong battle for Hazel.

The group sat on the beach, salty air blowing into their face. Seagulls squawked in the air waiting for the right time to snag some food from an unsuspecting beach goers hand. They were silent, just enjoying the moment, absorbing the wonderful sun under their freshly graduated selves. 

Suddenly Taylor blurted out, “how about a road trip?’ the three looked at her confused but interested. Taylor went on saying “Look I just broke up with the person of my dreams, Hazel lost the most important member of her family, and you two…” Taylor paused for a second resting their hand on their cheek then continued, “you two need to go on an adventure as well. You both need a reward for graduating and then me and Hazel just need some time to recover.” Hazel was silent, they weren’t sure how a road trip would cheer them up, but hey, give it a shot. Nothing could be any worse than going home to a house with no mom in it. Sam and Rowan agreed instantly! A road trip would be amazing.

Taylor’s mom let them borrow the car for a trip. The group spent hours trying to find out where to go. After awhile they made a plan. They were going to go from their coastal town Lawrence to the forested state park in Lebanon. They packed up and set out for their adventure.

They were a couple dozen miles into the trip when they needed to stop for gas and have  a bathroom break. While they were there Taylor looked at their  phone and saw some fun events to go to. The event choices were:

A dog agility competition a few miles away north in a town called pawsville

A natural history museum a few miles to the east in a town called Earthville, which would cause them to back track a bit.

They could keep driving for a bit and stop at this nice restaurant that was being advertised called Mama Suedes BBQ in Brisketville which was directly to the west in the direction they were headed.

Link to CYOA #1 https://www.tumblr.com/mentallyrecovering/716212039957315584/i-have-to-add-that-there-will-be-reading-in-the?source=share

#CYOA #CYOA 2

[justabooknerdposts]

just an idea but awkwardly timed IMs lol, those fics always make me laugh and you are very good at capturing humor

*NOTE: I’m still closed to prompts for now, probably until at least the end of the year, as life is quite busy at the moment.  But I’m trying to catch up on some backlogged requests that have been sitting there for a few months since before I closed.  So, I’ll have a few up over the next couple of weeks—my goal is to have them all posted before Chalice of the Gods comes along and expands canon again, ha.  Again, not accepting any new prompt requests at this time—I’ll see how my schedule looks in January and revisit the idea then 😊  In the meantime, enjoy the four or five coming up. 

Oh, also, chapters 2 through 4 of my AHS senior year Percy and Annabeth story have also been posted.  This story is written under my TraitorousHearts8 pseud, so it’s a little more YA than middle-grade, but it’s available to read on Fanfiction and AO3 if you’re interested!  The last two chapters should be up over the next week or two. 

Alright, back to the prompt response!*

Okay, I kind of loved this one and it was fun to do some semi-awkward IMs.  Hope you enjoy!

PERCY:  The Greek gods have terrible timing.  For example, one once interrupted me in the shower.  Long story.  I’m not discussing it right now.  Demigods do a little better.  But sometimes, they have bad timing, too.  For example, during my freshman year of high school, I was in the bathroom at my mom’s apartment, going…well, doing what you do in the bathroom, when, suddenly, the air in front of me shimmered.  Charles Beckendorf’s face appeared a moment later.  “Hey, Percy, got a question for—” he said before his eyes widened.

I yelped and swiped through the I-M.

Once I was out of the bathroom and standing near the kitchen sink, using its water to make a misty rainbow, I messaged him back.

“Uh, hey, dude,” Beckendorf said sheepishly.  “My bad.”

“It’s okay,” I said, even though I still kind of wanted to curl up and die from embarrassment.  “You didn’t know.  But, uh, let’s not mention it again.  Ever.”

He nodded gravely.  “Anyway, the reason I was calling…” and he launched into a Titan War-related question about an explosive device he was working on that could be added to the tour bus of monsters we’d received reports on.

Later, I learned that he’d rigged this device in the bus’s toilet.  I tried not to take that too personally.  And I definitely did not ask him what had inspired the idea.

ANNABETH:  Usually, I have way better luck than Percy.  Which isn’t actually saying much because he has absolutely terrible luck.  Which probably explains why this happened.  It was during the fall of my freshman year of high school, during the Titan War.  I was at my dad’s in San Francisco, and Percy and I hadn’t caught up for a few weeks.  Things had been weird between us ever since our quest in the Labyrinth that summer.  But we were trying.  Unfortunately, Percy chose to reach out via Iris-message…while I was in the shower.

I was washing my hair when suddenly, from behind me, I heard, “Hey, Annabeth—aagh!”  I turned, hands already up over my chest, to see Percy, bright strawberry red, covering his eyes and swiping through an I-M.

I called him back ten minutes later from my bedroom, fully dressed, though my hair was still wet and tangled.

As soon as his face appeared, Percy sputtered, “Annabeth, I am so sorry—”

I held up a hand.  “We will never speak of this again.”

“Agreed.”

***

A couple years later, on the Argo II, Hazel was talking about I-Ms.

“They’re great,” she said.  “But it seems a little risky.  I mean, we surprised Reyna in the baths.”

The corner of Percy’s mouth quirked up.  “Yeah, this one time, I called Annabeth and—”

“I thought we were never speaking of it?”

“Oh yeah.  So, anyway, is that a flock of harpies closing in again?  I’d better go check.”

After he ran off, Hazel raised her eyebrows at me.  I sighed.  “He called me once while I was in the shower.”

“Oh.”  She fanned herself, an old-fashioned gesture that somehow seemed natural on her.  “See?  Risky.”

I nodded.  “For sure.  Oh crap, those actually are harpies.  We’d better go help him.”

And that was the end of that conversation.

#pjo #fanfic #fanfiction #ff #writing #stories #request #percy jackson #pjo fanfiction

[candycandycandysworld]

Serendipity Part 1

A Diluc Ragnivindr x Reader Modern High School Au Oneshot

At Female of Birth Reader

Trigger warnings: None

In the vibrant hallways of Teyvat High School, where laughter and conversations intertwined, you found yourself in a situation that you couldn’t quite decipher. You’d been spending time with Diluc, the enigmatic and sophisticated senior who had caught your attention from day one. Your interactions were filled with shared smiles, deep conversations, and moments that seemed to linger in the air.

One afternoon, as the sun cast a warm glow over the courtyard, you found yourself sitting on a bench with Diluc. The two of you were engrossed in a conversation that meandered from trivial topics to profound musings. The ease with which you connected was undeniable, but something nagged at the back of your mind.

"So, are we like... a thing?" you asked hesitantly, your voice revealing the uncertainty that had been bothering you.

Diluc's gaze turned thoughtful, his deep crimson eyes meeting yours. "A 'thing'?" he repeated, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Yeah," you continued, feeling a touch of awkwardness. "I mean, we hang out a lot, and it's fun, but I don't know if we're, you know, official."

Diluc's smile grew warmer, and he reached out to gently take your hand. "I believe our connection goes beyond being a mere 'thing'," he said softly, his words carrying an intensity that made your heart flutter. "Destiny has a way of weaving its threads, and I believe ours have intertwined for a reason."

You blinked in surprise, your heart racing at his words. Destiny? It was a concept that felt both beautiful and intimidating, especially when spoken by someone as enigmatic as Diluc.

"I've always felt a deep connection with you," he continued, his gaze unwavering. "It's as if we were meant to cross paths, meant to share moments that go beyond the ordinary."

As he spoke, a mixture of emotions swirled within you—awe, disbelief, and a dawning realization. Could it be that what you thought was a casual fling held a deeper significance for Diluc?

Diluc's fingers tightened gently around yours, his touch comforting and reassuring. "I'm not asking for a label, if that's what worries you," he said, his voice soft and sincere. "But I want you to know that what we have is special. It's a connection that transcends the confines of a high school relationship."

Your heart swelled at his words, the uncertainty that had been plaguing you dissipating like mist in the morning sun. With a shy smile, you leaned closer to him, your fingers entwining with his.

"Maybe destiny brought us together," you admitted, feeling a newfound sense of clarity. "And I'm more than okay with that."

Diluc's smile was radiant, his crimson gaze filled with an intensity that seemed to reflect the stars themselves. "I believe in destiny," he said, his voice a gentle affirmation. "And I believe in us."

As the sun continued to cast its golden embrace, you sat side by side with Diluc, your hands intertwined and your hearts aligned. In the realm of high school, where emotions ran deep and connections blossomed like the most delicate of flowers, your journey had taken a turn, guided by the threads of destiny that bound you to one another.

#diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc ragnvindr #genshin diluc #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #diluc fluff #diluc fanfic

[regaliasonata]

Dustin! For either of the asks

So I did this one with Dustin for the other character Ask list but I'll make one for this one!

Character Ask: Dustin Brooks

Their physical weak spots

-His legs, he nearly broke his right one during a biking accident, plus earth being a brutal element makes him powerful but a bit slower than the others

Their emotional/moral weak spots

-Dustin hates being manipulated and lied to, he's used to people thinking he's stupid or just a pushover but honestly can't stand someone actually treating him like fodder.

Scars or painful spots

-He had two sharp scars on his mouth years ago that looked like fangs but they've healed.

-Top scars for trans Dustin🏳️‍⚧️(probably diamond shaped patterns to reflect earth👍🏾)

Best places to kiss on their body

-He enjoys neck kissing, or when someone trails a few pecks leading to his shoulder. Anything that could lead to cuddling or long hugs really work well for Dustin, probably the lion side of him enjoying that.

Guilty pleasures

-a slight thing but he enjoys the idea of getting small highlights just to have some sense of style✨️

-Taking bikes from Kelly's shop to ride them after hours before returning them at dawn.

-Using his earth powers to take the spice out of food whenever someone makes him upset.

Their vices (physical or emotional)

-It's not that he would ever do it but the idea of someone getting into an explosion during a race due to his powers doesn't exactly phase Dustin.

-Before making up with Marah he was hellbent on letting her go with Lothor into the Abyss of Evil after the mishaps they had.

Their tickle spots

-his sides, neck and upper legs are his tickle spots(He'll punch the shit out of you though so).

Bad memories/experiences

-Dustin doesn't have a lot of family he knows outside of own, the members he did meet usually died in front of him in various ways from collapsing, car accidents, overdosing etc.

-He dated a guy from his Junior-Senior years of high school but it was a pretty abusive relationship to the point of Dustin needed to spend the last two months of his last semester at another school. The guy tried signing up for the Wind Academy but safe to day Hunter and Cam jumped a person that day.

-Dustin nearly died as a baby when he drank motor fluid instead of milk.

Humiliating memories

-Being made fun of in history class as a little kid.

-Someone broke his first Gameboy and Pokémon Emerald copy because it was "not cool with the times." A lot of people back that would pick on Dustin for being into weird things.

Fears/phobias

-Abandonment or being ostracized, people singling him out like the plague.

-Suffocation via earth like quicksand or dying alone trapped under rubble.

Bad or petty habits

-None really at the moment

Grudges and vendettas

-Marah, they've been on good terms but again before the season ended he hated her.

-comic based but Drakkon needs his skull bashed in with his hammer.

What gets them flustered

-Callimg him cute really does the job, with all the experiences of being left out of things it makes him feel really desirable inside.

-Roughhousing, he's got a thing for that..if you're stronger or get the upper hand then it's donzo for Dustin!

-Ruffling his hair or even holding him closely brings out the lion instincts and makes Dustin go crazy.

Ingrained habits/forces of habit

-over speaking, he'll ramble on and on and become lost in his thoughts and its hard to really get Dustin out of this.

-hugging people even with less familiarity is a part of the Brooks code, it always brightens a person's day and Dustin makes it his mission to give everyone some joy.

What it takes to make them cry

-Yelling...like extremely, he doesn't like it when someone tries speaking over him. If things get too heated he might start to tear up.

-Manipulation like always, the false sincerity of many situations will put Dustin in a tough spot.

Dark secrets/’skeletons in the closet’

-It's a little wrong but he takes tools and arsenal from dead monsters and uses them for spare parts on his bike. Grave robbing basically but interstellar.

-There's a chance that when Dustin first developed his powers it happened on accident, he was being jumped by some guys in 9th grade and the earth below them cracked up. Due to his emotions he might've been responsible for the death of two out of the six kids.

Regrets

-Never meeting David Bowie.

-Oddly enough not learning magic when he had the chance cause both him and Chip took the same plane trip and they didn't realize they were both rangers.

Things they’ll never admit

-He has another part of his name that NO ONE will ever know.

People they’ve hurt or indirectly killed, and how it affected them

-He's unsure if he has a body count, even then he wouldn't enjoy using his powers for it cause being trapped or crushed doesn't seem fair or humane in his eyes.

-During a horrible battle against some of the brainwashed students he accidentally killed seven students, Dustin had to isolate himself for three weeks to process it.

What-ifs/Alternate Timelines

-In the supernatural based timeline Dustin is being stalked by two vampires, Shane and Hunter, reason being that he's part oni and has various powers that they admire.

-Drakkon pocket dimension, became an onmyoji based ranger rooted from magic and his ninja powers...this warranted Drakkon to put him on a watchlist.

Turning points in their life

-Joining the Ninja academy, gave Dustin so much hidden insight within the world that he's been searching for throughout his life.

People who’ve influenced them greatly

-Meeting Shane and Tori, they really gave him the opportunity to be himself without and judgement. They are like a second family to him, honestly he doesn't know what he'd do without them.

-Hunter, not only does he love the guy but the crimson ranger managed to help Dustin feel more assertive and actually take charge.

#power rangers #mmpr #mighty morphin power rangers #ask answered #dustin brooks #yellow ranger #ninja storm #power rangers ninja storm #mutual asks

[stuckinstrangerthings]

Senior Year - The party (part 4)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader/ y/n Henderson

Context: y/n is Dustin's big sister. The events of S1 to S3 have happened with y/n being a part of it to some extent. S3 ends differently with Hopper escaping the Russians with Joyce and Murray. Joyce and Hopper made it to Enzo at some point and they are now happily dating. Joyce didn't move to California so the gang is all together in Hawkins.

Dustin's and y/n dad died a few years ago. He was Hopper and Joyce's high school friend so they are very close to the family. Hopper is y/n godfather.

I don't know yet if some of the events of S4 will happen in this serie, but I can promise that Eddie will be safe if they do.

Summary: Y/n is starting her senior year as Eddie's starts his third one. They know each other from being in the same high school, but are not really friends. She likes him. Good thing her little brother is now a part of the Hellfire Club.

Warnings: (for the whole serie) mention of dead parents, mention of drugs and alcohol, swearing, slow burn, flirting, mutual pining, fluff, friends to lovers, smut 18+.

Author's note: I want this will be a serie. English is not my first language. Also, this is my very first time writing fanfic. Please feel free to comment and give constructive criticism. Thanks!

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Big party at Chrissy's house. Not your usual scene, but Chrissy's is someone you appreciate and all your friends are here. Even Steve and Robin. And its always a good time with all of them. Lots of dancing and not a lot of drinking for you and your friends. You know to stay alert. You suspect Eddie will also be there at some point. Business purposes. But you told him today that you and your friends would be there and that you hoped to see him.

There is plenty of alcohol at the party. It's normally not a problem, but you and Nancy are currently working on a article on sexual harrassement and assault on school grounds after someone told you that some of the jocks have been more handsy with some girls lately and both of you are on the look-out. Mama bear mode. Some of these jocks really are scumbags. You also told Steve, Jonathan and Robin to be on the lookout. It doesn't stop you from having a great time. The music is good and the ambiance is fun. You and your friends need moments like that together.

You see Eddie in the crowd. You smile and wave at him. He sees you, smiles and comes closer.

You put one hand on his chest and get closer to speak because of the music "Hey I'm happy to see you. Is business good?".

He delicatly puts his hand on yours and answers "Happy to see you too. I'm sold-out".

"Good, so now you can stay and dance with us" you say while silly dancing in front of him.

He smiles, shakes his head and crosses his arms. You smile at him. You knew this would be his answer but you had to try.

That's when you see it from the corner of your eye. Andy, aka one of the scumbag jock, slipping something in a drink.

"No fucking way" you say angrily.

You spring into action and walk towards him. He doesn't know you saw him and he is walking towards Chrissywith the drink. You arrive just in time to slip between him and Chrissy. You know Eddie followed you and is standing tall not far from Chrissy. Steve and Robin also saw you and are now standing not far behind Andy, ready for whatever will happen next.

"Ah Andy, you made me a drink. How nice of you" you tell him as you smile.

"Hum, y/n, no offense but this drink is actually for Chrissy" he answers nervously.

"What, no interest in raping me? Just Chrissy?" and he understand from your comment and your face that you saw him.

"What are you talking about?" trying to be condescending and taking an angry tone with you.

He sees Eddie coming closer to you and he takes a few steps back. But realises Steve and Robin are blocking the way. Some of the party crowd starts to notice something weird is happening.

"So I guess you won't mind drinking Chrissy's drink then" you say.

Eddie moves closer "You heard the lady" he says menacing.

Andy gulps, and take a sip of the drink. "Happy?" he asks with attitude.

"No asshole, you leave a sip for the police but you drink the rest right now" you answer.

At this point, everyone is watching and he knows there is no escaping this. So he drinks and you take the cup. A few minutes later, its clear by his behaviour that the drink wasn't clean. Jonathan has stopped the music by then and the partygoers are getting nervous. Nancy tells everyone to not panic but to check for their friends before leaving since we don't know if Andy was the only one with access to the drug. At this point he is just laying on the floor under Steve's surveillance. Everyone searches the house and surroundings and start leaving the party. Once you and your friends know everyone is safe and on their way home, you call Chief Hopper.

You and your friends are waiting for the police outside while Andy is now laying in the driveway. The cops arrive. Hopper gets out of the car and two steps later you are in a tight hug in his arms.

"I'm ok Hop, we are all ok" you reassure him. "It's like I told you on the phone. No weird you know what shit, juste some asshole"

He kisses your head. Robin gives the cup with the rest of the drink and her and Steve give all the details to the second cop who is placing Andy in the patrol car.

"You guys did good" Hopper tells everyone. "Now go home, we'll take it from here".

That's when he sees Eddie waiting not far behind you guys. He gets angry and shouts at him while rapidly moving towards him.

"Muson you son of a bitch, did you do this? Did you supply this shit?" He grabs Eddie vest, towering over him, the other hand pointing at his chest.

Eddie denies, hands up, not resisting. Hooper is scary mad. You run and put yourself between them, both your hands on Hopper chest to try to get his attention. You can feel one of Eddie hands on your waist, making sure you don't fall.

"HOP" you yell " Eddie didn't do this. I promise. He's one of the good guys. He helped. I'm telling you. He did good. You know you can trust me and I'm telling you he's good"

Hooper is still holding Eddie by his vest.

You slap Hooper chest "You heard me Hop. Come on, let him go! Trust me!" you say angrily.

He lets Eddie go and looks at you. "Ok Sweets, you know I trust you. You're a good kid even if you're a pain in my ass" He kisses your forehead and you smile at him

"Thank you, I love you Hop"

"Love you too kid. Now go home. It's late"

He walks back to the patrol car but not before pointing an angry finger at Eddie and telling him he was keeping an eye on him. Eddie nods and raises both hands.

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After the police leaves, you decide to stay a little longer with Chrissy to make sure she's ok. Eddie offers you a lift and you gladly accept. You hug your friends tightly before they leave. They also hug Eddie, he looks surprised but you are not. You and your friends are huggers. Especially after everything that happened. You know life is fragile. Seeing them hug Eddie makes you happy because you know they see him as a friend.

Chrissy is pretty shaken by what happened, or could have happened. Since a few of her close friends are staying over for the night, you leave with Eddie.

The adrenaline of the events is starting to wear off and you are feeling really tired. But you also feel proud of you and your friends for the way you were able to protect Chrissy. There is also this warm feeling of satisfaction that Eddie stepped up without knowing anything beforehand and fitted so well with your friends tonight. You had no doubt he was a good guy. But its still very nice. Warm fuzzy feeling. Oh boy, that crush was taking gigantic proportion.

"So... looks like you and Chief Hopper are close?" Eddie asks.

"Oh yeah, I guess you don't know. That must have been weird for you" you laugh "Chief Hopper is my godfather. He was my father's best friend since high school. We are very close. As you saw, he is very protective of me and Dustin. And we are of him too".

"Got it. The chief of police is family. Got to match myself" he says seriously.

"Yes you better" You smile at him and he smiles back at you.

"Thank you for what you did back there. I mean, defending me to him" he says as he concentrates on the road.

"My pleasure. I always defend my people. I know you do to. And thank you for stepping up with the whole situation tonight. I meant everything I said to Hop. I trust you Eddie" you reply "Just don't make me a liar and start selling harder stuff than weed" you say menacingly.

"I promise. Chief's goddaughter" he replies solemnly with one hand on his heart.

"Good" you say and you smile.

You get to your house. He hops out of the car to open your door.

"Thanks for the lift Eddie"

"My pleasure. Good night ... Sweets" he smiles.

You winces "Of course you picked up on that".

He nods with a big smile.

"Yeah, can you not start using Sweets? It's a close friends and family pet name" you explain.

"Oh...sorry. I shouldn't have used it without asking" he looks embarassed and a little hurt.

"No no stop...shit that's not how I meant it" you put your hand on his forearm "What I meant was, I would rather have a special nickname from you... if you want to of course" you look at him hoping you didn't make things awkward.

He gives you his biggest grin...and you blush.

"Ok then, I'll let you think about it. Good night Eddie".

"Oh, I already a few ideas" he says. Very happy with the effect he seems to have on you at the moment.

"Ok, why don't you try one right now" you say playfully.

He leans over you and whispers soflty in you ear "Goodnight Princess".

A little sigh comes out of your mouth as you feel yourself blush even more.

He takes a step back, arms crossed behind his back, clearly very satisfied with himself.

You bite your lower lip and look at him "Ok Eddie, that was a very good one, you are the clear winner of the third round" you say. "See you Monday".

You turn around and walk to your house. Not turning back because you are still flustered by his voice in your ear, the pet name, his smell... oh wow you are in trouble.

#stranger things 4 #stranger things #st4 #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson slow burn #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson friends to lovers #eddie x fem!reader

[spenceswife]

“No they’re preppy shits”

Word count: 800

Summary: You secretly hear Eddie talk bad about the people you hang around including you.

Warnings: Profanity, Self Doubt, Arguments, angst

Second story posted I just wanna say I am so grateful for all the likes and repost on my first story y’all have a good day or night loves <3

And if you have any request let me know!

Eddie had asked me to be his girlfriend 4 months ago. Of course I accepted I mean do you see that handsome devil. His hair, tattoos, his height just everything about him was perfect. But i don’t think he thinks the same for me. Once we started dating he made me promised to keep it a secret.

At first I thought it was just to keep up with his “Bad boy, I dont need anyone” reputation but clearly not at this point. I mean is he embarrassed of me? Why else would he keep it a secret?

-

It was mid day so that means I take my daily strolls in the halls. No ones out here so its quiet but out of no where I hear laughter. “I know dude there so annoying with their spirit and Pom Pom shit” I heard Eddie yell from the DnD clubs room.

I smile quickly going towards the door to see my boyfriend for a quick moment. “Guys be serious would you ever like date one of those cheerleaders or any of the popular kids? I mean if they gave you the chance” Dustin laughed.

I stayed quiet wanting to hear to correct answer from my boyfriend “FUCK NO! Me The Eddie Munson? They’re all rude and stupid dipshits. Thinking they’re better than everyone all because the town worships them. I mean what about us were humans too but we get called the freaks. Well I mean at least I do, so for my answer no.” He bowed slightly.

I step back as I let a tear flow down my cheek. He actually thinks that about me this is why he wants it a secret. He’s embarrassed of me if thats the case why wont he just break up with me.

Turning to walk away I accidentally dropped my water bottle and they all get quiet “Who goes there” Eddie stood coming to the door. When he opened it fully his smile dropped unbelievably fast seeing the red on my cheeks and my glossy eyes.

“Yn I-“ Ignoring him i walk away going outside to my car. I cant sit in that place another minute knowing my boyfriend hates me.

-

I mean sure I play volleyball and have a little bit of school spirit but I’m not obsessed like others. Who go out their way to be crude and straight out rude to others who don’t fit their standards of “people”. I thought Eddie knew that.

As soon as i got home I went straight to my room throwing myself on the bed. Laying my head straight onto my pillow I hear a knock on the window. Already knowing who it is I don’t bother turning staying in the same position. “Yn please open up. I’m so sorry I didn’t mean that about you” he yelled from outside.

Getting up to open it he quickly hops in with a sad frown on his face. “Baby I’m so so sorry. I swear I didn’t mean that about you. I was talking in general.” I roll my eyes still not saying a word. “Whatever Munson don’t try to save your butt now. Leave if thats how you really feel about me. I wondered why you kept us a secret for so long but I guess I know now. Wanting to keep the secret of “dating the preppy girl” well screw you. I have to find someone to appreciate me in public and private.” He sighs coming closer.

“I only kept it a secret for your sake Yn..” I shake my head not understanding “I didn’t want people to make fun of you… for dating me. You’ve built up such a good status in school I didn’t wanna be the reason for it to be taken away. I’m sorry I know I should’ve told you.” I sigh knowing i cant be mad at him to long.

“Eddie were seniors in high school i don’t care about what others think or rankings. If I love someone then I want everyone to know. I don’t wanna keep you a secret Eds I want everyone to know I’m yours and your mine.” He had a cheeky smile on his face.

“Y-you love me?” I try not to smile at his goofy grin ”Yes, do you?” He nods frantically “Of course I love you… I just wanted to protect you but I did it in the wrong way and I’m sorry again” he came closer gripping my cheek. “I forgive you.” he jumps up and down excitedly. “Oh god I thought you were leaving me.” He kissed my cheeks all over bring me into a hug.

“I love you you so much Yn Ln” he said holding me tightly “I love you too Eddie Munson.”

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[dilf-enthusiast420]

feelz (iii)

find part ii, part i

[dealer!eddie]

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eddies pov

“i could never leave you alone, my little mama is mad at me at the moment know she’s such a primadonna”

hell.

that's the only thing eddie can think to describe where he’s at mentality.

its been 2 days 4 hours and 54 minutes since you kissed him and then ran out (you had walked to the door), but who’s counting? (he is)

you didn’t text him at all on sunday and it was the same radio silence monday. perhaps he was being a little but unreasonable considering it was summer and you most likely had plans but still.

eddie couldn’t help but feel like you had instantly regretted the action and now he feels like he’s worthless and hates life.

amd yeah, a world where you dont speak to him is hell in his eyes.

he was seconds from texting you when all of a sudden, you texted him first.

y/n<3

hey

your pov

“wherever you are is my home, you know i mean it they say home is where the heart is you’re the reason mine is beatin” 

you had feelings for eddie munson. you know you liked him from the moment you had first seen him. 

it scared you because you didn’t think it was possible for anyone to like someone as much as you liked him. 

you knew he had something for you simply because of the way he acted around you, which was precisely the reason you didn’t expect him to kiss you saturday night.

he was awkward and didnt act impulsively, yes he was high but you still didnt think he had the balls.

but you kissed him back despite your brain yelling at you not to.

its not like you didnt want to be with him, because yes the fuck you did, its just you didn’t want to get attached to hawkins in any shape or form.

you wanted to get as far away from this place as humanly possible the second you got that diploma in your hands, which is kinda hard if you have another person along with you.

and yeah, maybe eddie was the most aesthetically pleasing person you had ever had the pleasure of being able to lay your eyes on. and maybe he was a bit weird, but what’s life without a little weird? he was funny and sweet and you wanted nothing to do with him and his  little club. 

so when you found out eddie was the town’s dealer during sophomore year you didn’t know if it was a blessing or a curse because on one hand you had a chance! but on the other, you didnt want to be around him in fear of just asking him to spend the rest of his life with you.

so the second he said you smoke for free at the start of this summer going into senior year, it was the start of your spiral into all that is eddie munson.

and kissing eddie had only further accelerated that decent.

after not talking to eddie for 2 days you were kinda restless. you two never talked outside of a deal and nothing memorable at school either and even then it wasn’t everyday, but something was different. you two were closer now. and fuck, you had never felt this close to someone in a long, long time.

so why pass up the opportunity?

hey

sent 2:43 am

i know you’re probably asleep rn but i just wanted to know if that was a one time thing or not?

sent 2:45 am

smoking with you was really fun :)

sent 2:45 am

was this a good idea? it wouldn’t hurt to let yourself be happy? right?

eds<3

i had fun as well haha

received 2:46 am

eds<3

i think i had a stomach bug or smth so sorry i didnt get the chance to text you :(

received  2:46 am

liar..

no need to apologize!

sent 2:47 am 

i hope you feel better soon :)

sent 2:47am

 eds<3

thank you <3

received 2:48 am

you deserve happiness.

do you wanna hangout tmr? no weed unless you want to, but i was thinking just you and me?

sent 2:50am

eds<3

perfect. i have back to the future and an amazing cook (me ofc) calling our names lol

sent 2:52am

he’s making it sound like a date.. 

but.. isnt it?

_________

dont ask me what time period this is set in. i have no idea. 

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #song fic

[zombeegrll]

Bitch, you thought. Ep 2

Bully!Gojo x Black!Chubby!fem!reader ( Geto is involved but not that much )

Ep 1 link

Synopsis: You just transferred to the closest high school to your new house as a senior. While settling in your local school. Some people became interested in you. You're just a bit...peculiar. But the one that is most curious is Satoru. ANd his ways to try to get away with you is also ...peculiar too.

Warnings: Nsfw ( not full-on smut but undertones.), bullying, manipulation, swearing, smoking, manhandling, teasing, power control, Modern Au, threatening, knifes

^ these warnings do not all apply to each episode on its own but to the series itself.

MINORS DNI

This week was some shit. Every time I walk into the hallways after classes, I'm always met with gojo and his posse, sneering at me. I can feel their eyes lingering on my body. And sometimes, just sometimes, one of them has enough courage to say something like, "aye Mami, shake a lil sum for me?"

Or they would loudly whisper,

"I wonder what sounds she makes in bed?" Now, being sexually objectified every time I fucking breathe isn't the only thing that wanted to make me want to rip my hair out. Most of the girls here are some A-1 bitches. I have been bullied before by women and it's nothing compared to when guys bully other guys. Yeah, it can become physical with a girl but that's not all. It can be so underhand and under the radar.

And if you look different than the bunch, you can easily become the next target. It's the constant snorting every time I walk past a group of girls or the notes on my desk saying that they will order me a salad for lunch. I looked behind me to see who wrote the letter but I see all of them laughing, snickering at me.

"How about you all stop reflecting your insecurities on me and go see a therapist, hm?" you asserted.

The laughing usually comes to a halt after you insult them and you usually look away from the girls and throw the note behind you, hitting one of the girl's head.

One day, maybe Wednesday, you met a girl named Eris. She had tanned skin and brown eyes to match. Her hair was curly and perfectly framed her face. A feature that really stood out to you was her long straight lashes and the freckles that added to her face.

you saw her walking to the lunch table you sat at. She had a friend beside her smiling innocently. you felt comfortable.

" Hi! my name is Eris and this is Selene. We noticed you were new here and just wanted to get to know you" She exclaimed. Selene confirmed with a simple nod.

" uh sure? Yall can sit here if yall want."

They both gave me a toothy smile and sat down across from me.

We talked about everything and nothing. Eris seemed like she could talk about anything for hours while Selene listened compliantly, adding giggles and pleased grins in the middle of our conversation. They were a fresh breath of air. If I haven't met them I would be kicking a bitch in the face at the moment. Our short conversation ended with a quick exchange of phone numbers.

" Call us anytime! Were planning on going to a party and even though e just met, we really want you to join us" Eris exclaimed.

" Yup, could be fun with you. You have a different energy than the other girls here at (name) high, I just can't put my finger on it yet" Selene murmured.

You chuckle at their honesty. You can say you are different. They will know why soon you thought.

-

You're now getting ready for this party Eris --and even Selene --been chatting your ear off about. You slip on your dress while shouting at the speaker phone on your 3-way call, " This set is giving, to be honest, hehe."

" can't wait to see it bub" Eris shouted back.

"mhm!" Selene exclaimed loudly.

You eye your body in the mirror, admiring how your curves were so alluring like you were some sort of seductress. Shamelessly poking your ass out and swaying your hips to see your outfit in action.

The secret was,

You were a big party girl. Emphasis on big. You were a City Girl, infamous in Maryland for your shenanigans when the street lights shine. The night was your best bitch and you were about to show that at the party. Usually, these house party ends up you high as shit dancing for some store owners or sneaking in some club accompanying some random ass DJ.

"Let's try to be a bit civil tonight," you say to yourself in the mirror.

You look at your hair to see if it still looks good from the last time you looked: also give your french tips a peek too.

" You almost here S? (nickname for Selene)"

"Yup, Just picked up Eris, 5 mins away, ill honk when I'm here since your mom is at work."

"Okay, see yall soon haha"

You hung up the phone and grab your star-shaped purse, putting the bag over your broad shoulders. You caught a glimpse of yourself in your vanity mirror again a mummered,

"This is gonna be fun."

You soon sprint down the stairs to the front door. As you turn back around to punch in the security alarm pin, you hear a car rolling up at the curb. Suddenly turning around, you see a Black Range Rover and hear a singular hotel coming out of it.

You let out a toothy grin and yelled "Eris better not already called shotgun!!" as you practically jump into the back seat. The group laughed as Selene drove off, heading to the party.

-

(here is some music to read through the party scene !! all on Spotify btw)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 ( They all gonna make you get up and dance and at some point, I promise ya)

-

We arrived.

As Selene parked the car in the much-occupyed parking lot, I can hear <3

practically spilling out the house.

" NOPE, this my song!! Hurry up Selene, whip this car so we can get inside!!" you shout from the backseat, clawing at the driving and passenger headrest, waiting for your reserved friend to finish parallel parking.

When she finally sets the car to par, you jump out of the car excitedly. The artificial streetlights bathed your skin while you squeal for them to get out. Too excited for your own good. They both finally get out of the car, clutching their matching Nine west purses as Eris exclaims,

" Cmon bub, let's see you shake sum ass haha" she chuckled jokingly.

You put your hand on your mouth to hold in your laugh and laughed, " Why do you sound like a whole nigga saying that?"

They all laughed while walking into the house. There were LEDs everywhere giving a party atmosphere--definitely worked. Bodies clung together but most were in groups staring at others. Too scared to move.

And since this was your song, you grabbed a nearby wine bottle and started to dance with your new friends.

Suddenly, people were eying the group. "Who are they?"

"Never seen the girl in black around.."

"She moves so...wow."

When the hook dropped, you're already letting your friend uck it up behind you as you twerk on her. Drink in your hand and throwing up the other.

You needed this.

You were aware of the stares, the whispers, the encouragement from the other party-goers. That just makes the night more fun. But you weren't aware of something, sorry, someone.

Gojo Satoru.

He was chilling with a bottle of 'yac and talking about...god knows what. But he heard someone, someone louder than the music for a bit. He heard people cheering and shouting "damn girl fuck it up!" followed by a giggle.

He looked over with his group to see...you.

Flaunting your ass on a girl he didn't know. The way you were so confident filled him with this unknown mixed feeling. He definitely thought you were so sexy as you dance with your friends--but--usually girls like you, well so he thought, would be looking at him by now, trying to get his attention. He is so confused how you don't see him eyeing you down like a wolf, wanting to ruin you right there.

You were just having fun, interrupting smoke sesh to snag blunts, prancing around other dancers without partners, trying to lighten their evening. you felt welcomed.

He hated that.

He pictured you to feel so vulnerable and alone if you came here. Silently watching others and not knowing what to do with yourself. He hated how you can handle yourself confidently simply because he has never seen it before.

He still wanted to see if you can be that way for him

he wants to break you.

But would you even let him?

Geto appears beside Gojo, beer in hand and blunt in other " that grl you been teasing is really doing a number over there... might need to introduce myself-"

"She wouldn't let you get the chance. You have always been next to me as I teased her. She knows your face" gojo is exasperated, frustrated on how your not clawing at him, wanting his attention.

Getou laughed lowly, patting Gojo in the back from his extremely possessive remark.

"let's see shall we?" he chuckled, leaving his drink on the counter as he walks in your direction.

Gojo is furious but waits till-- if you are bored of him.

As Getou walks over to you and a group of people smoking and snorting, the song changes <3.

You jump up and sing-song the intro of the song and when the beat dropped, you settle back down.

You are high as shit.

Eris and Selene, also in the circle, Laughed at your newfound excitement through the weed. as you sway your voluptuous hips while a mid-finished blunt sit on your lips, you feel a looming figure over you. You turn around to see that same man Gojo always be next to you. You blew put pupils can his face and made a confused look.

" Whatcha want man bun?" you shouted to pierce the music.

He suddenly acted like he was hurt from your comment then chuckled lowly " Jus' wanted to say you good tonight darlin' "

"Don't I always?" you questioned, but not really waiting for an answer.

You already knew the answer.

To be honest, Geto expected you to be swooning over that compliment. But you weren't. It was nothing different than the usual shit you're spat at every day.

He's not any different.

You look at him with a more confusing look followed by a 'get away weirdo' look in your eyes. He scoffed and walked away like he just didn't get rejected. When he was close enough to Gojo he growled, "What a fucking brat." Slamming don his hand on the counter, taking a swig of his beer.

"Told you" He chuckled.

He watched you until you got up and headed for the upstairs, taking a drag of your blunt. He licked his lips while following you,

" ugh, I need to freshen up" you murmur to yourself, fiddling with the hem of your skirt as you make your way to the bathroom. As soon as you turn the doorknob to open the door, you feel two cold hands gripping your waist pushing you into the bathroom with force. You try to pry the cold thick fingers off your body and try to turn around, but they're not letting you.

" What in the actual fuck? get off me loser!" you scream.

You hear a low chuckle and a hand was lifted from your waist, only to hear a door lock.

This gives you some time to move and see who is doing this, and when you did, all you see is the white-haired bastard's eyes boring into your body, then soon your pissed-off face. A small smirk started to grow on his lips as he looked at your face.

"Scared?"

"Pissed. Leave me an alone dipshit."

Suddenly, you try to kick him but it was unsuccessful, somehow he blocked you?

" Finally, I got you all to myself. Isn't what you wanted me to do Y/n? You wanted me to chase after you instead?" He squeezes the exposed skin of your waist tightly, unconsciously making you closer to his body. The bathroom was tiny, with barely any space to breathe, think, or process anything.

" what are you talking about Gojo" you questioned. Have you seriously been giving this dude signs? Nah. He's just fucking delusional.

You never really were interested in dating people, yeah maybe a good fuck buddy is cool but nothing more. Relationships are draining in your opinion, and mess with your mentee.

You laugh and look at him with an amused look, confusing the blue-eyed boy.

"You thought..I liked you? HAHAHA! Gojo I barely even know you! And so far I got.." You made some distance and counted with your fingers,

" 1. A-1 asshole 2. Total creep 3. Total sadist by heart and 4. anger issues." you chuckle at him and wiggle your fingers at his face. You could tell he was annoyed at your confident state. That you didn't just accept his attraction and make the best outta it.

" Also..." you grow closer, staring at his ocean orbs. " If i did even think about you, It wouldn't be dating you ... it'd be just using you. You being my personal dildo hehe."

He stepped back trying to understand what you said.

" Just...fuck buddies? That's all? Not gonna fall in love w me or nun?"

" You're a jerk, would never think about it. But you are attractive and could use that to your advantage."

"oh and.." You firmly grabbed the bulge through his pants, making him groan into your touch, " Don't ever touch me again without permission. I'm not your little slave mkay?" he whispered in his ear. When you let go of his sore hard-on, you unlocked the door and left, leaving the confused boy in there alone.

'I just need to break her'

' need her to beg for me'

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