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morganbritton132 · 1 year
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Do Steve's students ever show up in the chat of Eddie's live streams looking for homework help? Like if the sub was bad at explaining things or something in the textbook is terribly worded, and this student decides they need help NOW for whatever reason and take the option most likely to get their teacher's attention? (I could see some people in the chat trying to genuinely help this kid while others are just trolling something like x=69.)
I can definitely see a thirteen year old convince themselves that if they don’t figure out their math homework TONIGHT then they’re going to fail the year, and then take the most drastic option available. I.e. ask a celebrity if they can help them.
Mr. H told him that he needed to be taking notes but Jeremy didn’t feel like it that day so he didn’t, and then Mr. H wasn’t there the next day. This assignment is worth TEN POINTS. That’s a lot! And Jeremy can’t admit to Mr. H that he wasn’t paying attention because he lied and said he was.
He needs help and Eddie must know something about math, right? Why else would Mr. Harrington marry him if he didn’t like math? That’s insane.
So, when Jeremy gets the notification that Eddie Munson went live on TikTok around hour two of him trying to figure out word problems, he asks for help in the chat. Eddie seems amused by it at least but takes it in stride like, “Hit me, let’s see if I can help.”
Eddie cannot help.
He is quick to remind everybody that it took him three tries to graduate high school, but no problem. They’ll crowdsource, “Does someone in the chat know anything about eighth grade math?”
There is some effort put in by fans and there are some that make a joke out of it, but there’s not a good explanation and Jeremy is going to DIE if he has to admit that he doesn’t understand the assignment. Eddie tells him not to sweat it and then takes his entire live-stream with him to go ask Steve for help.
Jeremy is, in fact, sweating it.
Steve is in the living room, watching a rerun of the 1984 NBA championship finals with all the intensity of someone who watched it live in 1984, and protests when Eddie pauses the game, “I was watching that.”
“I predict,” Eddie says, putting his hand to his forehead and then wiggling his fingers at the tv, “That the Packers win.”
“That’s football,” Steve says. “The Celtics win.”
“Since we already know that, I need your help,” Eddie says. “Say, I have this box and the length of the box is 5m less than the twice the width, and-“
“What?”
“You used to teach me all your lesson plans and you haven’t done that in a while,” He says, puppy dog eyes out and weaponized. “Am I not your favorite student anymore?”
Steve looks a little like he’s going to melt and then looks really excited as he starts explaining to Eddie that they’re currently reviewing word problems, “Students have problems with these. They present their own challenges and…”
Eddie gives the camera a look and mouths, “You owe me.”
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amillcitygirl · 4 months
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upsidedog · 5 months
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a little over a month after max ended things with lucas a girl in her spanish class aproched her and asked if “lucas sinclar” is single. apparently she thinks he’s cute and has seen them hanging out. “no, he isn’t single” is what max wants to say because if she sticks to her plan of mourning their relationship for the rest of high school so should he, even if max was the one who broke it off. but max is a good person so she says “yeah he’s single.” but not that good so she adds “he just got out of a relationship though, and he’s not over her” and since she’s already crossed that first line “i actually wouldn’t even try.”
max only lasts an hour or two before she feels so guilty she tells lucas there’s a girl in her spanish class that he should ask out cause she thinks he’s cute. lucas is a little offended that his ex is trying to play matchmaker on principle but also because he was sort of planning on mourning his and max’s relationship for the rest of high school
#stranger things#max mayfield#lumax#i honestly could’ve gotten a whole season of max and lucas on unstable kinda ‘bad’ terms i live for the drama#like i mean i could go into character analysis mode but it’s a holiday#i know in lucas on the line there was a girl at the party after the basketball game lucas thought was cute and i think if he had the time#it would’ve been healthy and normal to move on but also max would be eating drywall out of jealously#like obvi lucas would be doing nothing wrong they’ve been broken up but max deserves a little toxicicity she deserves to passive#aggressively ask what his new girlfriend’s high score in dig dug is then celebrate to herself when she says she doesn’t play video games bc#max is an awkward dork 15 y/o who thought a core reason why lucas liked her was because she would beat the hard arcade levels for him#max wants to be with him so bad but feels like a monster and she’s so in her grief she doesn’t even know how to ask for help so their#relationship is over even as max is still hanging on. conversely lucas has no clue what’s going on over than a vague idea - he wants to be#with max he wants to support max but he doesn’t know how and he also wants to feel normal and be cool and forget the past few years and max#is by far the most resentful of his attempts to leave the past behind because THATS WHERE SHES STUCK#i said i wouldn’t do analysis then i did. middle ground is i won’t rewrite it 2 not be a scrambled train of thought because it is a holiday
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lovepurplequeen · 1 month
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It's the way he said Rick Be-rrryy--ee!
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bloodredfeathers · 1 year
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Just some of my favorite himbos 🥰
Wholesome hunky (sometimes stupid) baby bois 🥺🧡
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If you don't like at least one of these men then please go away because that's simply impossible everyone loves at least one of these bois 🥰🥰🥰
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odessastone · 1 year
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Made the mistake of reading through comments on r/Overwatch and apparently a VERY common opinion over there is that Pharah has no personality?? Someone made a post about Kiriko being bland and the top comment, with HUNDREDS of upvotes, was like “Try being a Pharah main. Six years and she doesn’t have one ounce of personality.”
And I’m like… are we talking about the same character here?? The woman who puts up a tough front because she’s lost so many people in her life, who’s struggling to find a purpose because her life dream was shattered, who has a dry sense of humor and likes to be a goofball but feels she has to hide it because people are counting on her to be serious and protect them?
Are we talking about the woman who is pretty clearly struggling with depression (ok maybe that’s just my read but the flat affect and emotionless tone when talking about sore topics like her mother to me reads that way) but convinces herself she’s got to keep getting up and fighting every day anyway, just to make what little good impact she possibly can? Who cares deeply about people but feels like she has to hide it, probably because she assumes they’ll either be killed or she’ll be abandoned again?
Like, all of this is in-game. You don’t have to go looking for it.
What more could she possibly do to show “personality”? Turn directly to the player and say “I want to be silly but I’m too sad inside”?
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lighthouseas · 9 months
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reminder that the core four are all still nerds that has not changed 👍 ok bye bye now
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starry-nocturne · 1 month
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omfg rejet totally DELIVERED this time i'm lowkey on my knees....
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jorbeanzoart · 1 year
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more blorbo ref sheet wips! im so fuckin normal and fine
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angel1kisses · 7 days
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Hey Vampie, how are you? So first let me say that I love your works and second
I don't know if count as a request or just an idea but I've been thinking about basketball player Ni-Ki who is in love with his best friend and would invite her to watch his training, he give me the vibe of the type to go "This is for you" and then totally miss lol but on purpose just to see you angry cause he thinks is cute
Just imagine him making you wear his jersey for an important match cause you're his secret lucky charm
I guess I rambled to much lol sorry babes
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶Cool with you
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Pairing☆ Basketball Player!Riki x Cheerleader!Reader Contains☆ Best friends to Lovers, Jealousy, Kissing , Riki being a dork, Riki drives a motorcycle Wc : 2.2k
(A/n) : I'm mixing this with this request so this will be a little longer !
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"You're so silly Riki!", you couldn't help but laugh a little when he missed to shoot the ball through the hoop while trying to look cool in front of you, his cheeks flushing a little in embarrassment as he also laughed but out of embarrassment. He was trying to act all cool in front of you again , saying "this one's for you!" as he dribbled the basketball and threw it backwards , just for the ball to fly right over the hoop and hit the surface the hoop was attached to , sending the ball flying back against the back of his head. "Man , and i really thought you would get it this time", you huffed while Riki just sheepishly rubbed the back of his head , his cheeks a little flushed as you looked so cute to him huffing like that. "Next one , i promise", Riki replied as he ran to the ball , dribbling it again and repeating his action just for the ball to miss the hoop the again.
"How are you the Captain of the Basketball team again?", you asked with a small sigh, pretending to be angry and disappointed at him before he grinned. "Maybe if you'll cheer for me I'll succeed. Come on , do your little cheer dance for me", he begged with a small pout , something he did rarely unless he really wanted something. You shook your head with a sign , a small smile on your face as you couldn't pretend to be angry at him any longer. "And what am i supposed to use as pomp pomp's?", you stood up as you asked the question , grabbing Riki's jacket off the bleachers as it was getting a little chilly and putting it on. The sleeves of his jacket were too long for you , covering your hands completely why gave your best friend an idea. "The sleeves are too long on you , just swing them around like you would with your pomp pomp's", Riki replied as he got the ball again.
You sighed and shook your head a little, it was kind of embarrassing to do the cheer dance alone but it was only you and Riki , Riki had seen enough embarrassing moments of yours so this one won't humble you anymore. You got into your position — well , you couldn't really get into your actual position due to an injury so you opted on staying seated on the bleacher — and started to cheer for him , although in a timid way as you still felt a little embarrassed but this time , Riki actually landed the ball through the hoop. "See , your cheering made me throw it through the hoop!", Riki grinned but you knew that he was just playing , he never missed a shot , so those missed shots previously were just to mess with you. He walked to the bleachers you were at and sat down next to you , grabbing his bottle to drink from it and wiping away the water that ran down his chin as he drank a bit too eagerly — he was thirsty after all. The male titled his head at you as he wiped the water away and cleared his throat.
"You're coming this Friday, right? For the Match?", He asked as he looked at you , reaching his hand out as he noticed that you had some hair strands on your face — his fingers brushing against your skin as he tugged them behind your ear as he talked. Your cheeks started to grow warm at the gesture , your eyes widening a little as he was being so nonchalant about it. "Oh yeah , I'm coming", you nodded after regaining your composure , clearing your throat a little and he smiled at your response. "Great , you better be coming or I'll personally drag you to the court", he chuckled — normally , you'd be at his match's nonetheless as you were part of your schools cheerleader team , but due to an injury , you couldn't participate. During your last cheer practice , you were supposed to be on top and get thrown but some of the girls couldn't grab you probably as they got distracted by some of the boy's from the soccer team which resulted in you falling down to the ground and twisting your ankle when you tried to catch yourself. "You still have my spare jersey , right?", He asked as he put his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants and leaned back , his eyes glancing up to the sky for a second. He hoped that you'd still have it , he gave it to you once after a Match.
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"Oh fuck...", you mumbled as you tried to remove the stain out of your cheer uniform , thankfully the match was over already and you didn't had to cheer anymore , but you were a bit clumsy and had ran into one of the teacher's — their coffee spilled all over your white top. "You good?", Riki's voice appeared behind you and you turned around to look at him with an upset expression. "Yeah, everything is okay it's just...", you sighed and looked down at your uniform top , his eyes following where you were looking at as he made an "Oh" sound. "Wait here for a second", he disappeared back into the boy's locker room and came back after 5 minutes , holding a jersey in his hands and you scrunched your face up a little. "Riki , I'm not going to wear your sweaty jersey", you said to which he shook his head and pointed at his bag that was hanging around his shoulder. "My jersey is in my bag , this is a spare one. Just put this on and I'll get you home", The tall male replied before giving it to you , it smelled just like him. It was obvious that he sprayed his cologne on it since it smelled a bit old from being in his locker the whole time.
"Thank you Riki", you thanked him with a small smile and just put it on, throwing it over your cheer top. His jersey was huge on you , reaching a little under your cheer skirt — it was ridiculous how short the cheer skirts were. "Come on , get your helmet out of your locker and I'll drive you home".
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"Yeah , I still have it, why? Do you need it ?", you asked as you titled your head at him and fuck did it make his heart speed up , you looked so cute titling your head at him like that. He shook his head at your reply and played with the strings of his hoodie." No , but i need you to wear it", his reply made you raise an eyebrow at him , letting out a small giggle. "Yeah? Why?", your question made his cheeks flush again, how was he supposed to tell you that he needed you to wear it because he believed that he would play better? This was an important match and if you wore his jersey, he would definitely play better since you were his secret lucky charm — maybe that luck would intensify? "I- You're asking too many Questions , just wear it!", he huffed out and glanced away , you were too curious for your own good.
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The day finally came and Riki couldn't help but feel a bit nervous — he promised himself that he'd confess his feelings for you if his team won the match. "You good?", Jake , one of his teammates , asked as he noticed how unusually quiet the younger was being , his hand resting on the taller males shoulder which made him look at his teammate. "Yeah , I'm good", he nodded and Jake looked at him for a couple seconds , not convinced by his Captains words but he just shrugged it off. Their Manager gestured for them to go out on the court as the match was going to start soon , a smile forming on Riki's lips as he spotted you in the front row — your back turned to him and he could see the number 10 on your back with "Nishimura" over it but his smile was soon wiped off as he realized why your back was turned to him. Lee Anton , oh how Riki wished he could just run over and drag you away from him — Don't get Riki wrong , Anton's a nice guy and he likes him but , he can't help but feel annoyed and can't stop the ugly feeling of Jealousy bubbling up inside him especially when he heard a couple weeks ago that Anton had a crush on you. His eye was twitching a little as he stared at the sigh , a tight lipped smile on his lips when you turned around and smiled brightly at Riki — your arms lifting up as you held up a silly banner with Riki's name on it and an meme-able face of his on it , it would make him let out an embarrassed laugh but he was feeling too jealous to let out a laugh.
Confusion washed over your face when Riki just nodded at you before you sat back down on the bleachers , hearing the referee blow the whistle as the match started.
It was intense to say the least , one of Riki's teammates actually had to get treated by a paramedic because he and one of the players of the opponent team collided so badly that their noses were bleeding. You were starting to feel worried , worried that Riki's team wouldn't win — Riki was also starting to get worried and nervous ,this was bad but he didn't lose hope. There were only 5 minutes left before the Match would end , their points were equal and it was only a matter of which team would earn another point to determine who would win. Riki glanced to look for you , his eyes focused on you when he saw you cheering for him along with people from your school , yet your voice was the only one he could hear. Hearing your cheer for him like that..wearing his jersey and holding up that silly banner of yours — he felt a sudden burst of energy flow through him , he was going to win and he will win.
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"Riki , you did it!", You cheered as you jumped up from the bleachers and limped your way over to him in a rush , his teammates were shaking his shoulder and slapping him on the back or ruffling his damp hair as he stood frozen in place. He did it , he got the last point , he really did it! His ears were ringing and it was like as if everyone around him disappeared , his eyes only focused on you as his feet carried him over to you — his shoes squeaking as he stopped in front of you and instinctively wrapped his arms around you as you jumped into his arms, lifting you up a little as he hugged you. You didn't care how sweaty he was , you wanted to congratulate him and give him his water but the bottle dropped down on the ground — your eyes widening as you felt something soft and warm on your lips.
He was kissing you , Riki Nishimura , your best friend — your crush , he was kissing you in front of all the people. He leaned his face back and looked down to you , looking just as awestruck as you were, he didn't even think when he leaned in to kiss you. "I- Uhm ... sorry about that . I .. couldn't control myself", Riki mumbled as he let you back down on the ground , rubbing the back of his neck seemingly embarrassed. "....Do it again", your reply made him look at you in surprise , the flustered look on your face was so cute , it made his heart pound against his chest but that didn't stop him from leaning in again. His lips met yours again, but this time you kissed him back and cupped his cheeks. His kiss was so soft and gentle. "You're so sweaty..", you murmured with a smile on your face , grabbing the towel off your shoulder that you had taken for him and started to gently dab the sweat on his face away. "I know..", he replied with a shy smile on his face , his cheeks flushed from having kissed you.
"(Y/n)... I need to tell you something. I've promised myself that i would do this if I won this match. I'm in love with you , I've been in love with you since we were 14. I didn't confess sooner because i was scared it would ruin our friendship , but i can't keep my feelings bottled up anymore. It makes me go crazy that i can't kiss you like i want, hold you like i want , cuddle with you like i want , tell you that i love you like i want. I...Do you, want to be my girlfriend?", Riki confessed , his hand holding yours that held the towel , stopping you from wiping his sweat away. "Riki...you're such an Idiot. Of course I want to be your Girlfriend , I feel the same about you. Why else do you think i joined the cheerleading team? I only joined so I could see every single match of yours and cheer for you", you grinned , your eyes twinkling with happiness as you gazed up to him — giggling a little when he guided your hand to his lips , kissing the back of it.
"Good , now I can stop pretending that I wasn't jealous whenever Anton talked to you.."
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arminsumi · 8 months
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˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ Collegeboy!Gojo CRUSHING on you
Gojo x fem!reader
Contents; fluff, college au
Warnings; suggestive flirting, reader playing hard to get
Note from the author; i'm just in a Gojo state of mind atm lol
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Collegeboy!Gojo crushing on you is the most annoying thing in the world 🙄 seriously, he nags you all the time. Pokes and pinches your cheeks so that you're forced to notice him. Gets irrationally upset when you don't pay him 'enough' attention. Crashes your parties. Winks at you. Makes cocky comments about how much you're in love with him when you give him the deadpan look.
He makes it so sorely and blatantly obvious that he likes you — he straight up admits to it on several occasions. Usually in public. Making sure all ears hear his confession loud and clear.
The whole school knows that Gojo Satoru's got his eyes on you, all six of 'em 🤭
But when you confront that dummy-sucker about his massive crush on you, he plays it off.
"What? You're one of the bros, don't get the wrong idea lol"
It's tough for you to have the whole student body know about Gojo's craze for you. Because the guys pat his back and encourage him to ask you out on a date, but the girls glare at you down the halls. They're not very happy that their heartthrob Gojo Satoru prefers you over allllll of them.
And Gojo? He loves annoying you to the maximum. The great sigh you heave when he walks into the room, the eye rolls you make when he flirts with you in the corridors. He loves it.
Rolling your eyes is compulsory, because his flirting is so college-boy style.
Of course, he slips in the "I can make your eyes roll harder." line every time. Because. He's. ANNOYING.
"Stop ignoring me!" he pouts and comes up to you during basketball practice.
"Satoru, I'm not ignoring you." you explain, ceasing playing with the ball and holding it in the arch of your arm and hip.
"Yes you are!" he furrows his brows. He's so stubborn it's cute, you want to smile.
"Get lost, Six Eyes. Doesn't a popular boy like you have a date to catch?" you scoff.
He peers over his sunglasses at you.
Those blue eyes of his make you nervous, so you break eye contact the instant it happens; that makes his smugness double.
"The only thing I'm trynna catch is you." he winks, snatching the ball from you in a swift movement.
"Ugh." you laugh at his dorky flirting. "Okay, fine. Score a shot and I'll go out with you."
He smirked. Those spider legs ran towards the hoop, he dribbled it enthusiastically before throwing it — swish. A nicely sunk shot, no touching the rim or backboard at all.
Gojo shot his fist up in victory like the cute dork he was.
"YES! FINALLY! SUGURU, GUESS WHAT!" he yells for his best friend and runs to him.
You just shake your head.
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lovepurplequeen · 2 months
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Klay is a 49ers fan.
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jeonginslut · 3 months
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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ pretty girls need love too
┊university au & enhypen hyung line
synopsis: college is quite an experience, you either love it or you hate it! when there’s a hot guy who holds your attention, it definitely adds bonus points. four different guys, four different experiences, some good and some bad. at the end of the day, pretty girls need love too.
warnings! content warning for every installment that there is smut, but explicit warnings varies from each one. some constant light angst, some don’t! not every chapter has a happy ending, and that’s okay!
01. two boyfriends dress them up like twins ┊ psh ft. yjw
synopsis: youre the head basketball cheerleader at your university and just so happen to be hooking up with the captain of the basketball team, yang jungwon. you may also be hooking up with the co-captain and jungwon’s best friend, sunghoon. what’s the worst that could happen?
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02. talking bodies ┊ pjs
synopsis: jay was your roommate, and you would give just about anything to have the chance to kill the undeniable sexual tension between the two of you. it was unfortunate that the opportunity never presented itself yet.
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03. candy ┊ sjy
synopsis: you were the newest addition to the alpha pi sweethearts, and you reveled in the attention. however, the only one person you wanted, jake sim, didn’t pay you any mind, but you were determined to change that.
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04. hours & hours ┊ lhs.
synopsis: you hated the fact that you needed to go to tutoring. it cut into your extra curricular activity, and not to mention, your tutor was a total dork. at least he would be fun to play with until you get your grades up.
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BONUS CHAPTER: close as strangers ┊ psh.
synopsis: sunghoon hasn’t heard from you since that. . . thing with his teammate jungwon. he wondered if you were okay or if that was what sealed your fate? every time he tried to talk to you, you’d run off. how would he ever fix the broken bridge between the two of you?
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wynnyfryd · 5 months
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Trailer park Steve AU part 14
part 1 | part 13 | ao3
fuckin' finally some FLUFF
Dinner is awkward.
It’s awkward, Steve thinks as he spears a Brussels sprout with more force than strictly necessary, because Dustin promised that it was just going to be the three of them tonight, and now he’s sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with his leather-clad metalhead neighbor.
It went like this: Steve showed up at the Henderson’s front door with a pie plate and a two-liter of Grapico under his arm, looking like a dork on picture day in his best jeans and a nice polo with his hair actually combed for once, and he lifted his hand to knock only to be greeted by Eddie throwing the door open and hollering, “Be right back, Henderson! Gotta grab— oh, shit.” 
And then, more eloquently, “Uh…” 
Uh. Like Steve was the one unexpectedly crashing the party.
Steve stabs another sprout. 
They’ve been bumbling through stilted small talk about work and school and weekend plans for what feels like a painfully long time, and Eddie has his elbows on the table — didn’t even bother to take his jacket off because he was apparently raised in a barn — and it’s basically dinner with Barb’s parents all over again. 
This is finger-lickin’ good.  
God. Get him out of here.
“Okay,” Dustin cuts through the stalled-out silence in the room. He jabs an accusatory fork into the air, pointing between the two of them and narrowing his eyes. “You two are being weird.” 
Eddie startles dumbly, and Steve just says, “Hmm?”
“You.” He aims the fork at Steve. “Are being.” It moves to Eddie; back to Steve. “Weird. What’s going on? I thought you two were getting along now.” 
Steve dabs his mouth with his napkin. Wow. Okay. So they’re doing this now.
Eddie either doesn’t get the memo or just decides to rip it up, because instead of being honest he throws on a theatrical smile and flings an arm around Steve’s shoulders, proclaiming, “Of course we are! C’monnn. Me and this guy?” He reaches up to give Steve a gentle noogie. Steve wonders if you can get a more lenient sentence if the guy you murdered really, really deserved it. “Thick as thieves.” 
Claudia smiles fondly.
Dustin’s not buying it. “You’re so full of shit, you know that?”
“Dusty!” Claudia gasps. She gives him a stern look as she tops off her wine glass, then leans over to do the same for Steve and Eddie’s glasses, too. “Stevie, honey, don’t listen to him,” she soothes. “I think it’s sweet. It’s good to see you with some boyfriends your own age.”
Dustin chokes at her word choice, and Steve blushes to his ears. 
Eddie’s arm tightens around his shoulders. “Yeah, Stevie,” he smirks, leaning in a little closer. “We’re great boyfriends, aren’t we?” 
“Oh, yeah,” Dustin joins in, “best boyfriends I’ve ever seen.” 
Surely murder’s just murder, right? Like, from a sentencing perspective? Does it matter how many people you off, or do you just get thirty-to-life regardless?
“Steve, tell mom more about your boyfriend.”
Steve chugs his glass of wine.
The conversation turns to less embarrassing topics after that, the words flowing more easily now that everyone’s warmed up with wine and making fun of Steve. Claudia asks what everyone’s doing for Halloween, and Dustin tells her that Eddie and Steve are taking the boys trick-or-treating in the neighborhood with the good candy bars (which was news to Steve, goddammit), and that leads to a discussion of costume plans. 
Dustin and Mike are going as a pair again, Marty and Doc from Back to the Future. Lucas is doing his own thing, but he's "totally delusional if he thinks a costume is gonna win Max back." Steve doesn’t really have a costume this year, so he’ll probably just pull some sweats out of the closet, throw a whistle around his neck and go as a basketball coach, and Eddie, surprisingly, has the lowest effort costume of them all. 
“Oh, I’m going as a vampire,” he says when Claudia asks. He reaches into his pocket, pulls out some cheap plastic teeth and pops them into his mouth. “Ta-daaa.”
Steve wrinkles his nose. “You just carry those around?” 
“Isn’t it awesome?” Dustin asks.
“Not really, no. It’s not.” 
“But S’theeeve,” Eddie lisps around the fangs. The wine’s made him weirder, playful and too-friendly and berry pink in the cheeks. He holds his sleeve in front of his face like a vampire hiding behind a cape and drawls, “I vant to s’thuck your bloood.”
Steve vants to jump out the window. “I’m gonna go serve the pie.” 
part 15
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waitimcomingtoo · 4 months
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SLUT!
chapter seven: if he drops my name, then he had it coming
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Peter sat in the library the next day at a table by himself. He was studying for chemistry by himself and couldn’t help but to look up at the empty seat beside him every so often. The very seat you used to occupy. Peter was missing you more than usual today now that Gwen had gotten into his head. He just wanted to know what happened that night at the party since he no longer believed what he saw was the full story.
“Hey, are you using this seat?” Some guys asked as he put his hands on the seat you usually sat in.
“No, you can….” Peter trailed off when he looked up. The guy asking for the chair was wearing the same hockey jersey as the guy Peter caught you in bed with. The guy realized he recognized Peter as well and smiled.
“Oh, hey. It’s you. You’re that nerd Y/n was sleeping with right? That flipped out at the party?”
“I was her boyfriend.” Peter corrected. “Until you came along, anyway.”
“Shit. You guys were actually dating? My bad. I thought you were just another one of her hook ups. I’m Shane, by the way.” Shane said and held out his hand. Peter reluctantly shook his hand and wished this guy would realize that he didn’t want to talk to the guy that broke up his relationship with
“Peter. And I wasn’t just a hookup. But you and I both know she isn’t like that anyway.” Peter mumbled and went back to his work.
“You’re right, you’re right. We’ve all been cracking these jokes about her for so long that I forget what’s real. How did you do it, anyway?”
“Do what?”
“How did you get her? Brads been trying for years. Why’d she go for you?” Shane wondered.
“Well it helped that I didn’t tell the whole school she was a slut. Or harass her for years. I was actually nice to her. After Brad made sure no one else ever was.” Peter snapped before remembering you had told him he was just like Brad. You were right, after all, since Peter called you a slut just like everybody else did.
“Yeah. Brads crazy like that. I mean, look at what he did at the party.” Shane said, pulling Peter out of his pity party. He put his pen down and looked up at him as panic stirred in his chest.
“What did he do at the party?”
“What do you mean? You were there. Remember the prank?”
“What prank?” Peter asked, starting to get angry over the vague answers.
“You’ll have to ask Brad for the whole story.” Shane waved his hand. “I drank too much and passed out while he was planning everything. Pink Whitney and chalupas do not mix, but the way. I didn’t wake up for 15 hours.”
“Wait, what? Did you…did you not sleep with Y/n?” Peter asked quietly.
“Sleep with her? Dude, I’ve never even met her.” He laughed. “Brad and his friends dragged me up the stairs after I passed out so that you would catch me in bed with her. He set her up so you guys would break up. You didn’t know that?”
“What?” Peter said so loudly that the librarian shushed him.
“Sorry dude. I figured she told you that by now.” Shane whispered and hid his face from the dirty look the librarian was giving him.
“Where is Brad right now?” Peter whispered harshly.
“Probably in the gym. There’s a home basketball game today. Why?”
Peter didn’t answer and grabbed his backpack before storming out of the library. He stomped all the way to the gym and threw the doors open. People turned and gasped as Peter marched into the middle of the gym.
“DAVIS!” Peter shouted angrily, making the sound of basketballs hitting the ground and sneakers screeching halt to a stop. Brad stopping dribbling and scoffed when he saw Peter.
“What do you want, dork?” He laughed as his teammates gathered around him.
“What happened at the party?” Peter demanded. Ned, who was watching the game in the bleachers, had a feeling he knew where this was going. He hopped off the bleacher and went up to the coach.
“Hey coach. I think this very civil and mature conversation might take a minute. Would you mind telling me about my chances of making the team next semester?” Ned asked the couch as he led him towards the gym doors.
“A guy like you? Have you thought about football?” The couch asked.
“Thats a really good point. Do you have any other points you’d like to make and explain in great detail right now?” Ned asked as he and the couch left the gym. Once there were no adults around, Brad didn’t hold back.
“Fuck off, Parker. We’re in the middle of a game.” Brad said and threw the ball towards the net. Peter caught the ball with one hand, getting a surprised murmur out of the guys.
“All right. Give me the ball.” Brad laughed in embarrassment and reached for the basketball. Peter moved it away at the last second, making Brad stumble forward. People in the crowd laughed as Brads team mates exchanged looks.
“Give me the ball, loser.” Brad repeated. “Don’t make me take it from you.”
“Can you take it from me?” Peter asked innocently. Brads jaw clenched and he lunged for the ball again but Peter quickly switched it to his other hand. The crowd laughed at Brad, only making him angrier. He tried to grab the ball a few more times but Peter was always quicker.
“Fine. What do you want?” Brad asked and tried his best to sound like he couldn’t care less.
“I want to know what happened at the party. What did you do to her?”
“Fuck you.” Brad scoffed. “I don’t have to tell you anything.”
“Dude, just tell him so we can get back to the game.” Harry groaned. Brad gave him an angry look before returning his attention to Peter.
“Leave, Peter.” Brad demanded.
“No. Not until you tell me what happened.”
“I don’t have to tell you jack shit about what-“
“Brad asked her to come over to talk.” Harry interrupted. Peter looked at him in surprise and then looked at Brad for a further explanation.
“Shut the fuck up man.” Brad hissed.
“Why should I?” Harry asked. “I lost Gwen over this. Half the guys in the team got dumped because of your shit. I’m over it. Just tell the little nerd what you did so we can get back to the game.”
“What happened when she came over to talk?” Peter asked again. Brad looked at his teammates and then at the crowd before looking at the ground.
“I asked her to come over and implied that I was gonna apologize and make peace or whatever. She didn’t know there was a party going on. I knew she wouldn’t show up if she did.”
“Then what?” Peter demanded.
“Then we talked for a little bit and I offered her a ginger ale because I remembered it was her favorite soda from back when we were friends.” Brad said. He didn’t look up as he spoke but Peter could hear the faintest bit of regret in his voice.
“You should’ve seen her face when she realized I remembered, dude. She was so touched. She couldn’t believe I remembered something about her.” Brad laughed sadly as he finally looked up at Peter. There was remorse in his tone and all over his face but Peter could tell that he was trying to fight it. He didn’t want to feel bad for what he did because then he would have to admit it was wrong.
“What did you do?” Peter repeated. Brad looked at the crowd and shook his head.
“I’m not doing this here.” Brad shook his head. “I’m not saying shit.”
Peter threw the basketball at Brad and it hit him in the chest forcefully. Brad looked at Peter in shock and then angrily threw the ball back, which Peter caught.
“Why aren’t you talking, Brad? Did you do something you’re not proud of? Something you wouldn’t want all these people knowing about?” Peter asked as he started walking towards Brad.
“You better shut your mouth before I make you just as sorry as I made your little skank girlfriend.” Brad whispered for just Peter to hear.
“He slipped something in her drink.” Flash spoke up. Brad looked at Flash with betrayal and Flash just shrugged. When Peter heard this, the corner of his vision blackened. His blood felt hot in his veins. It took everything in him to not rip Brads head off right there but he needed to know more.
“I told you not to do it, man. I told you it was too far. But you insisted on getting her back. You couldn’t wait to do it that night so you might as well admit it now.” Flash said and held up his hands in defense. Everyone in the audience was staring at Brad with disgust now and he could feel each individual eye on him. He scanned the crowd and saw all their faces before looking at Peter.
At that moment, Peter snapped and lunged towards him. He grabbed a handful of Brads jersey and pulled him towards himself. Brad felt genuine fear in that moment and Peter could tell.
“You did what?” Peter asked through a clenched jaw. Brad gulped and looked back at his teammates. For the first time, they weren’t looking at him with the respect they usually had. Now, they looked embarrassed by him. Brad was the center of attention in the worst way and hated the way it made him feel.
“Relax, man.” Brad laughed nervously. “I didn’t touch her or anything. Nobody did. We’re not crazy. We were just joking. And I needed her knocked out so I could set her up.”
“Set her up how?” Peter asked and tightened his grip. Brad gulped again before putting on a look of false confidence.
“You two always call me stupid but what I did was actually really smart. I texted you from her phone and told you where she was so you could walk in and catch her “cheating”. You blew up on her like I knew you would and didn’t believe her when she tried to explain herself.”
Peter loosened his grip a little bit when he realized Brad was right. He’d become another one of the people on campus who hurt you by not believing you. When Brad realized he had gotten into Peter’s head, he grinned.
“But you know what I never expected? You calling her a slut. I didn’t think you had it in you, man. But you really delierved. She’s never gonna forgive you for that one. She probably hates you even more than she hates me.” Brad laughed obnoxiously. Peter felt his confidence in winning this argument slipping away the more he thought about what Brad was saying. If Peter had just heard you out, you’d still be together right now. There was no way you were going to forgive him now and he couldn’t even blame Brad for that part. What he could do, however, was get a little revenge for you.
“Did it hurt? When she rejected you all those years ago?” Peter asked Brad loud enough for the crowd to hear. Brads face reddened in embarrassment and he swallowed thickly.
“Yeah. Obviously.”
“Right. Obviously.” Peter mimicked. “Did it feel like this?”
Brad looked confused for a split second before Peter kicked him in the balls. Brads knees buckled and he crouched down, giving Peter the opportunity to punch him in the face. Brad fell to the floor and clutched his aching jaw.
“What the fuck? Are you kidding me right now?” Brad asked and tried to get up. Peter kicked him down and climbed on top of him before punching his face again.
“What are you doing?“ Brad shouted as blood ran from his nose.
“Tell everyone what you did!” Peter shouted back. “Tell them the truth about her.”
“Are you crazy? Let me go.” Brad said and struggled to get away from Peter, but Peter was too strong.
“Not until you admit it.” Peter demanded and punched him in the face again. Brads teammates just watched while the crowd pulled out their phones to record Peter beating the shit out of Brad. Peter was seeing red at this point and since no one was pulling him off of Brad, he just kept landing punches.
“ADMIT IT!” Peter shouted and gripped Brad by the shirt to lift his head off the ground.
“Fine! I lied about Y/n. I never slept with her. I made it up!” Brad cried as tears of fear ran down his face. He was finally feeling the fear you felt that day in the gym when Brad first gave you your reputation. It started in the gym and it was ending there.
“Why did you do it?” Peter growled.
“Because she rejected me and l wanted to hurt her the way she hurt me. So I made things up about her and called her names and my friends started it do it too. I do it because they do it and they do it because I do it and we’re all just a bunch of pigs. Is that what you wanted to hear? I call her a slut because cause I hate her and I hate her because I can’t have her. And I never stopped because no guy wanted anything to do with her so I never had to see her with anybody else. Until you. Are you happy now? Did you hear what you wanted to hear? I admit that I’m not a great guy. But you aren’t either. You’re just like me. We both suck and we both hurt ehr. So get off of me.” Brad said and pushed Peter off. Peter panted to catch his breath as he looked up at Brads teammates. He got off the ground and wiped his bloody knuckles on his shirt while staring them down.
“Anyone else have anything they’d like to confess?” Peter asked them. They exchanged looks with each other while Brad groaned in pain on the gym floor.
“I made it up. I never slept with her.” Flash admitted and then slapped one of his friends on the back of his head.
“I lied too.” The guy said. “I’ve never actually met her.”
In the most Mean Girls way possible, other guys on the team came forward one by one and admitted that they had lied about you. A few guys in the crowd did as well and earned themselves dirty looks from the girls around them. As Peter watched them admit the truth about you, he felt a weight lift off his chest. He knew he’d never be able to make things up to you but at least he got to watch you get your name back.
Unbeknownst to Peter, you were standing in the doorway of the gym and watching everything unfold. You had run to the gym when you heard there was a fight going on and were pleasantly surprised to see that Peter was the one doing the fighting. You watched the guys admit that they had lied about you and felt your “slut” label discard itself on the floor next to Brad Davis and his bloody nose. You knew that when you left the gym that day, you’d finally be able to leave your reputation behind. And that felt pretty great.
Two teachers and campus security burst past you suddenly and rushed to Peter. The security guard grabbed Peter by the arm and cuffed him before leading him towards the door you were standing beside.
“You’re so getting kicked out!” Brad called after him. Peter made eye contact with you as he was being escorted off campus and cracked a smile.
“It was worth it.” He said.
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Take It Out On Me (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)
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A/N: *melts into goo* I swear the vibes I get from this story and where I can go with it are a mix of Ariana Grande's "Dangerous Woman" and "I Didn't Change My Number" but Billie Eilish lol That lost song is actually where I got the title because I saw a TikTok where some did the Steddie AI followed by the lyrics "Take it out on you...and your best friend to."
So this is set in the 80s and I chose to make the reader plus size because I haven't done it before with these two and because we plus sized babes are sexy bitches ;). (All you souls, no matter your size are beautiful. Never forget that <3)
Warnings: Dominate Steddie and Sub Reader, she's not a virgin but she's definitely new to this. Everything in this story is consensual! Even though they are rough with her they do come up with a safe word and tell her she can stop if she wants (and they would! I would never write a version of these boys who wouldn't.)
There is degrading (mostly about how the reader wants to be used), spanking, choking... rough smut for sure but followed with aftercare.
Word Count: 3953
This wasn’t normal for you. You never got in trouble at school but today was just one of those days. Carol was picking on you again because of your appearance. Every day it was something different. Your hair looked flat, your clothes were hideous, or something you were reading at the lunch table made you “a dork”. 
Today, it was how fat your ass looked in your jeans. You slammed your locker shut as you turned to face her. “At least I have an ass, you ugly bitch!”
“Y/N Y/L/N!”, Ms. O’Donnell scolded. You hadn’t even noticed she was there. She sent you to the principal’s office where he gave you a week’s worth of detention after school. 
You were surprised when you entered the designated classroom to find it empty except for the teacher in charge. 
“Ah Miss Y/N, I presume. In for offensive language and bullying a fellow student. Come in and have a seat. I’m waiting on two more.” 
You flash him a soft smile as you slide into the desk in the front corner. The door opens again and fear dances through your eyes as Steve Harrington saunters in and throws himself down in a desk in the middle of the room. 
“Our very own basketball and swim star himself, Steven Harrington. Currently in detention today fooooor…”, the teacher looks at the papers in front of him. “Being caught in the girl’s bathroom. Huh. Did you get lost?”
Before he could respond, the final student entered loudly swinging the door open as he flew in. “Hey! Mr. C! How are we this fine afternoon?”
“Mr. Eddie Munson. Always a pleasure, sir. What are we in for today?”
“I may or may not have caused a disruption in the lunchroom today.”
“Mhmm. Well, since everyone is here, we can start. Detention begins at 5pm sharp and if you aren’t here on time, I do get to tell the principal who will do with you as he will.”
“Sounds sexy.”, the metalhead grins as he sits on top of a desk and crosses his legs. 
“Mr. Munson, I know you’ve heard this many, MANY times but for the new prisoners can you please…shut up.” The boy salutes him as the teacher continues. “The majority of the time, you guys will be here, SILENTLY, doing homework or reading, I really don’t care. Just be quiet. Depending on what is going on that day this week we may help out with things. The theater kids have a play on Friday and need help with the sets. As I’m sure Mr. Harrington knows, there’s also a game so the pep squad may need stuff set up.”
“Other than that, let’s just shut up and get through the week, okay?”
The first twenty minutes go by extremely slow as you try to focus on the homework in front of you. After a while, you felt someone watching, turning your head to see Steve staring at you. Something in those admittedly gorgeous brown irises sent a tingle through your body. It felt like he was trying to read you with the little information he had in front of him. 
You jumped as a loud beeping echoed through the room and a small devious smile spread across his face. 
“Shit.” The teacher pulled his beeper off his belt, furrowing his eyebrows anxiously. “That’s my wife. I’m going to make a quick call but if I come back and I catch you all talking or fucking around…” He points at the metalhead accusingly as he runs out the door. 
“Jesus Christ. I thought he would never leave.” Eddie sighed as he got up and slid into the desk in front of Steve reaching out to high five him. “Harrington. What are you in for?”
“Fucking Tammie told Ms. Luhrmann I was hiding in the girl’s bathroom.”
“You pervert.”
“It’s not what you think, ok! I left Nancy a note but she never showed up.”
“I told you, man. You need to stay away from those good girls. Speaking of…” Eddie swivels around on the desk to face you. “What are you in for, sweetheart?”
You curl a bit into your body, hoping they’ll just leave you alone. You don’t belong here. This isn’t normal for you. You just wanted to get through the week and never think about this again. 
Two hands, one of them covered in rings, come into your field of view in front of you as they press against your desk. “I asked you something, princess. Don’t be rude now.”
You closed your eyes at the deep tone of his voice. He sounds so sexy…
“She can definitely speak. Talked back to Carol today. It was amazing.”
That grabbed your attention as you turned to look at him. When you yelled at Carol, he wasn’t in the immediate group but he must have been nearby. They were his friends after all. 
“What did that bitch say?” Eddie asked Steve but his eyes never left you. 
“Said she had a fat ass.” The other boy rolls his eyes. 
“And what did you say?” He asks, speaking to you again. 
Your eyes found his before they left to scan you lips, down your curvy body, and back up to your face. 
“Boo!” Eddie shouted as he slammed his palms on the wood in front of you, making you jump again. He and Steve both chuckled as he sauntered away, back to his friend. 
“She commented on the fact that Carol lacks any kind of an ass and then followed that up with the word ‘bitch’.”
“Ooooh, you bad girl. You’re not wrong. That evil little person has nothing behind her. I prefer a girl who has some extra umph you know? Plus, their pussy always tastes the sweetest.”
You exhaled shakily at his words, having only heard or read them in stories. You definitely weren’t a virgin. You had been with men and had boyfriends but none of them ever spoke like Eddie had. They were always extremely shy type guys who had no idea what they were doing on top of you.
“Mr. Munson!” The teacher came back, sighing with his hands in the air. “Really?”
“Sorry, Mr. C. I had a question for the pretty girl but she doesn’t seem to be capable of speech.”
“I don’t blame her when it comes to you.”
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The next day, you became more aware of Eddie and Steve’s presences. You didn’t realize you actually had a couple of classes with Steve and lunch with both he and Eddie. The metalhead’s eyes watched you walk past the Hellfire club table as you tried to ignore him and the other boy constantly turned to glace at you as he ate with his friends. 
At the end of the day, you filed into the detention room, surprised to find both boys already there and seated in the front row, much closer to you than they were yesterday. 
“Ok troublemakers, collect your things, we are headed to the theater room.”
“I believe thespians refer to it as an auditorium, sir.” Eddie replied in a comical voice that made you smile but only Steve caught it.
“Yeah whatever. I don’t care. Just paint and behave. I’ll be right back there watching so no funny business.”
“Can we talk, Warden or is that still a no-no?”
“Yes, Mr. Munson. You can speak as long as you paint.”
You descend to your knees and they both follow suit. Steve reaches over for the paintbrushes but as he leans over towards you, he lifts it out of your grasp and hands it to his friend. 
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you want something? You gotta ask for it.”, he smiled over at you as he waited. “No? Ok then.”
“Please.”
They froze as he sat back to look you over. “Please what?” He laughs as your face scrunches in disgust. “I don’t know what you want unless you ask me for it.”
“Please, Steve…can I have a brush?”
He nods as he passes it to you and you immediately duck down again to focus on the task in front of you. 
“Your voice is pretty. You should talk more.” Eddie’s eyes remained on the board as he painted. 
“It’s not that she doesn’t want to talk. She just doesn’t want to talk to us.”
You don’t know why but hearing Steve say it like that made you feel bad. It wasn’t exactly that you didn’t WANT to. You just didn’t trust or know them. King Steve was close friends with the people that tortured you daily and Eddie was the resident bad boy your parents warned you to stay away from. They both intimated you greatly not just because of their air of dominance but because you wanted them to wield it on you. 
You wanted them to use you until you or they couldn’t take it anymore and that scared the hell out of you. You were so inexperienced when it came this stuff plus…how do you explain that to someone? Shouldn’t you want to be wined and dined? Yes, you did. You absolutely did but you wanted to be fucked senseless first.
“I do want to talk to you.”
“Then why don’t you?”, Eddie asked.
“You scare me.”
“Well, shit, sweetheart. I’m not a fucking devil worshipper like these asshole people think.”
“It’s not just you and that’s not why.”
“I’ve never made fun of you, Y/N.”
“Oh, hey. She has a name! Steve, you should have told me.”
“Yeah, you never made fun of me but you never stopped them either. You laughed along with them while they picked on me and degraded me in front of the entire school. You’re just as much an asshole as they are.”
“Y/N!”, the teacher hollers from his seat. “As much as I am enjoying watching you tear the king of Hawkins high a new one, I don’t see much painting happening.”
Blinking, you shut your mouth and begin moving the brush again. 
“If you ever talk to me like that again, I don’t care where we are or who is in the room, I will throw you over my knee and punish you. Do you understand me?” You turn to look him, finding his angry eyes penetrating yours. “I said, do you understand me?”
“Steve, come on.” Eddie rolls onto his back as he stares up you. “She doesn’t play like that. Do you? Probably still a virgin.”
“I’m not a virgin.”
“I see. Ok, not a virgin but definitely not a hardcore kind of girl, right? You like the missionary, vanilla, candles by the bed, listening to slow 70s tunes. Am I right?”
“You don’t know me. Jesus, no wonder you two are friends.”
“Oh wow, Eds. Look at her. No, she doesn’t like that at all. I mean, on some nights yeah, but you prefer being told to shut the fuck up and do as your told.”
“N-n-no. I don’t.”
Your answer makes them giggle. “I would not have pictured that. You like being used?”
“Edward Munson! I swear to God. If I have yell at you guys one more time, we are going back to the classroom to sit silently.”
As detention came to a close, the teacher asked if you wouldn’t mind staying a little later to put everything away. You agreed especially since he told the guys they could leave. You needed that space away from them. 
When Steve scolded you, you felt your panties dampen but you meant what you said. He never did anything to keep the popular kids from picking on you. You saw him laugh with them multiple times. Thinking about Eddie asking if you liked being used, had your pussy clenching around nothing as you rubbed your thighs together. You didn’t know enough about him to really form an opinion. The town talked about him a lot and his club he had at school but you two never crossed paths. 
You kept thinking about them as you collected your things and headed down the hallway to leave for the day. Suddenly, a hand covered your mouth as arms lifted you by your waist into a nearby open classroom. 
“Hey, sweetheart. Steve and I wanted us to finish our conversation. Now that that asshole isn’t here, we can!” Your eyes widen as you listen to Eddie speak. His tone light but there’s a strength behind it that frightens (and excites) you. “Now, where did we leave off? Ah, yes. You were just about to tell us if you liked being used.”
Steve lifted his palm from your lips, resting it gently against your throat.  “Please.”
“Nope. We already had that discussion. You have to say what you want to get it.” Eddie sighs as you push back against the man behind you and he quickly tightens his grip on your neck. “Sweetheart, give me a word. Any word you feel like you’ll remember in any…overwhelming situation.” His eyes seductively raked along your body. 
“Vanilla.” You aren’t sure why that’s the first word that came to mind but it was the only thing you could think of as Steve loosened his grip and your head fell back against him. 
“If there’s one thing you are not, baby, it’s vanilla but… that’s fine. If at ANY point during our little talk here you feel unsafe or you want to stop just say that word. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, I understand.”
He steps forward, running his thumb along your bottom lip. “Good girl.”  His fingers trailed down to your shirt, grinning before he roughly ripped it open exposing your bra covered breasts. “Now…I’m only going to ask one more time. Do you…like…being used?”
“I-I-I don’t know. I want t-t-to be.”
His eyes widened in genuine surprise. 
“You said you’re not a virgin, right?”, Steve asked and you shook your head. 
“Aw, Harrington. What she’s telling us is she’s never been fucked properly. Is that right?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Eddie, that’s right.”
The metalhead rolls his eyes in frustration and takes a few steps back. Steve flips you around and slams your upper body down against the desk, reaching around to unbutton your pants as he pulls them below your ass. You hear the sound of a lighter being closed before the echo of his palm slapping your skin reverberates through the room. 
As a handcuff belt buckle places itself in front of you, the smell of smoke fills the air. 
“Sweetheart, this would go a lot smoother if you just listened and did as you were told.” He bent down on his heels so his face was level with your own. “Yes. What?”
“Yes, Eddie, I’ve never been fucked properly.”
“That’s better.”
Steve’s hand moves to hold your face flat to the wood and your arms reach to claw in front of you. You whine as he spanks you again. “Stop moving!”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m…” Your apology trails off as the tears start to fall down your cheeks. 
Eddie balances the cigarette between his fingers as he runs his thumb under your eye. The gesture was sweet in contrast and he noticed you begin to settle. His eyes flicked above you and a few moments pass before Steve slides his hand off your head to between your shoulder blades. 
“You said you were afraid of us. Why?”
When you don’t immediately answer he sighs and the other boy delivers two hard slaps to your bottom. Instead of pushing back or fighting underneath the weight of his palm holding you down, you laid still, accepting it. The only movements you made were with your face as you winced at the feeling.
“Why?”, he repeats. 
“Be-be-because of… how you m-m-make me feel.”, you whisper. 
“Did you hear that, Stevie?”, Eddie smirked up at him.
“Just barely but yeah. Y/N, I was there when you shouted at Carol, remember? I know you can speak louder than that.”
Your face scrunched at his words and the metalhead held his chest as he laughed.  “It kills you doesn’t it, princess? To both hate someone AND want them at the same time.”
Suddenly, you felt yourself being lifted as Steve tugged on your shirt and adjusted you so you were facing him again. “You hate me, Y/N?”
When you took too long, his fingers pinched your cheeks roughly as he tilted forward till his nose was touching yours. “I asked you a question. You fucking answer! Do you hate me?!”
“Yes! You fucking asshole! I hate you!” You defiantly glared at him as you screamed at him. 
“His friends kind of suck. They don’t even know about me. Do they, Harrington?” Eddie snuffed out his cigarette, tossing the butt in the garbage. “I mean it’s fine. I don’t care. What I do find fascinating through is this electricity between you two even though you both hate each other.”
“I don’t hate her.” Your eyelids fluttered at his admission. Why did you torture you with his friends if it wasn’t because he didn’t like you? “If I hated her, I wouldn’t want to make her cum right now.”
Eddie pressed himself to your side as his lips hovered over your ear. “Has anyone ever made you cum before?”
You couldn’t tear your eyes from Steves and you didn’t even both trying. “No. No one has ever made cum.”
“Good girl. See? She’s learning. I knew you were smart.” Eddie’s palm slid along your shoulder, bringing your bra strap down your arm. His fingers, almost delicately, freed one of your breasts from its confine and you panted out a silent moan as the pad of his thumb grazed your nipple. 
“Do you want Steve here to make you cum?”
You couldn’t help it. Your hand wrapped around the back of the other boy’s neck as you brought his lips to yours. The first thing you noticed was how delicious he tasted. You felt like you could orgasm just from this alone. His hands remained still against your hips except for the little twitch of his fingers when your mouths connected. 
Your bliss was short lived as a hand abruptly clung to your neck and violently shoved your back flat to the desk. 
“Did I ask you if you wanted to fucking kiss him?!” You trembled as Eddie angrily shouted in your face. His gripped tightened against your neck for a brief moment before he let go and you turned to the side as you gasped for air. 
“Munson.” The metalhead glanced at Steve realizing quickly the man was gone. His eyes were black with lust and need, practically hyperventilating as his hands dug into your meaty hips. “Jesus fucking Christ. Fine. She said she wanted to be used. I guess we’re doing it this way since someone can’t fucking listen.”
Steve hastily unbuckled his belt, pushing down his pants just enough to free his cock before spitting in his hand and stroking it along his length. You gasped as he breached your entrance, giving you no time to adjust to the size of him as he stretched you open. He was much bigger than anyone you had every been with and you cried out as you reached out into the air, grazing your hand along Eddie’s shirt as you grabbed the fabric. 
“How does she feel, Harrington?”
The man’s grunts filled the room as he slammed his hips into yours. “So, fucking tight. My god.” He slowed his pace as he craned his neck to watch between your legs as his dick disappeared inside of you. 
As you continued to moan, you focused on Eddie as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his own cock, pumping it with his fist. “Open your mouth, princess.” You did as you were told as his fingers tangled in your hair, pushing you lips to length. “Good girl. Fuck me…” His teeth bit into his bottom lip as he slowly thrust hips. 
The feeling of you moaning around him causes him to wipe his head towards Steve, watching as the boy pressed rapid circles into your clit. With both of them inside of you, you were quickly hurtling toward that ledge. 
“Yes, pretty girl. Take it. Fuck…your mouth feels amazing.” 
Both boys thrust into at a fast pace, Steve slamming his hips into yours so hard the desk underneath you began to shake. You started to gag and gurgle around Eddie’s cock. 
“Wh-what, baby? You gonna cum? That’s right. Just let go and feel it.”
He pulled himself out from between your lips, continuing to pump himself as he watched you. Your body shook as your back arched and you came.
Steve murmured obscenities under his breath as your pussy clenched around him. 
“God damn. That was so fucking sexy.” The metalhead shoved his cock back into your mouth as they both chased their highs.  
Steve came first, pulling out of you just as he released ropes of his seed on to your stomach. Eddie soon followed, holding your head in his firm grip as he came down your throat.
You laid flat against the desk, staring up at the ceiling as you tried to catch your breath. As you heard them pull up their pants, you half expected them to leave you there having got what they wanted but were startled when you felt a napkin being run along your stomach. 
“Geez. Always so jumpy.” Eddie gripped your arm as he helped you sit up so he could adjust your bra and shirt. “Shit.” You followed his eyes realizing what he did; that when he tore open your shirt a lot of the buttons flew off with it. On impulse you covered your chest with your arms as you tried thinking of excuses to give your mom when you got home. 
While his face furrowed in thought, Steve lifted you off the desk and guided your pants up your legs before buttoning them back up. 
“I got it.”, the metalhead snapped his fingers as he tugged his shirt over his head. Gently, he removed your blouse, handing it the other boy before throwing his own over your head. He smiled in triumph at himself as he walked around you both towards the student desks and put on his leather jacket. 
“Do you drive here or…?”, Steve asked. 
“Yeah, my car is out front.”
“Good. Come on. We’ll walk with you.”
As they started to head for the door, you reached for Eddie’s arm, turning him around, and yanked him to your body as you leaned up to kiss him. It startled him at first but after moment he keened into it as his hands cupped your cheeks. He definitely tasted different than Steve but you still wanted more. You could kiss him all night if he let you. 
After pulling away, you pushed past them and headed for the parking lot, feeling their eyes watch you as they followed. When you guys got to the parking lot, you were thankful for the slight breeze as it cooled your still somewhat sweaty skin. 
There were only three cars remaining; yours, the BMW you assumed was Steve’s, and Eddie’s van. Steve reached across you, cutting you off as he opened the vehicle door for you. You paused for a moment before turning to look at them. You weren’t sure what you were expecting but the soft eyes that looked back at you were completely different than what you had experienced these last two days. 
You wanted to say something but weren’t sure what. Thankfully, they understood as Eddie stepped forward, placing his hand on your shoulder as he guided you into your car. 
“See you tomorrow, sweetheart.”
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