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wandasgf · 4 months

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ANDROMEDA. mdni. 18+.

pairing: wanda maximoff + stepdaughter!reader

summary: all wanda wants is to relax, why does that seem so hard?

warnings: implied cheating, stepcest, no explicit sexual content, mommy kink, age gap, alcohol consumption, implied sexual content

wc: 2.1kish

It didn't start out like this, you swear. You didn't start out wanting to ruin your own father's marriage so that you could be with your new step mother. You used to feel bad about it, really, you did, but it's been about a year now and it's not like your father deserves Wanda anyway. They’d been married for about a year and a half and you swear you’ve never even seen them hold hands. He was always on business trips, you rarely saw him. It used to make you sad, never seeing your father, but distance creates disdain.

That’s pretty much how you found yourself in your best friend, Kate’s, bedroom, laying on the bed with your head hanging off and staring at the, upside down from your point of view, poster of some celebrity Kate was obsessed with. You think her name is Hailee? You don't know, but anyway, you were thinking about how you were going to convince Wanda to stay at home with you while your father was on yet another trip. Usually Wanda wouldn’t go with your father, but apparently he’s going to Milan and she really wants to go shopping there. And aside from the obvious reason you didn’t want Wansa to go, you really did hate being in that big house alone.

“I don’t know, man. Maybe you should just let her go on the trip, the woman never gets to see her husband, she probably misses him.” Kate shrugs, looking away from her phone to see your reaction. “Ughh, I just don’t understand what she sees in him, I’m obviously better and right here.” You sit up from your position on Kate’s bed and turn towards Kate, sitting cross-legged. Kate sighs in response, “Y/N, you know I love you, but I hate to break it to you, as hot of a milf as she is, and she is believe me, you are still her step daughter and she can’t exactly just… divorce your father to be with you. I mean, I totally get where you’re coming from and I am not gonna stop you from fucking her, but you’ve gotta be realistic here.”

She would be all for this relationship if it weren’t for the very simple and very messy fact that Wanda was married to your father. It was either going to end in heartbreak for you or you completely severing ties with your father to be with Wanda. And while the latter wouldn’t be awful, it’s not like your father was the most present, it just kind of counted on you and Wanda staying together which, as much as she wanted to believe it would, Kate was unsure would happen.

And it’s not that Kate didn’t think it was possible for you to have a long lasting relationship, it’s just that she was afraid lust was clouding your judgment and she’s not sure you actually have any sort of emotional connection…. Ah, but that’s enough worrying, it wasn’t exactly Kate’s strong suit and it was unlikely that you would be successful in your mission to woo Wanda… As if you hadn’t already been messing around with each other, but that didn’t really matter right now.

“Maybe you’re right… I don’t know. I just know that she’d be better off here with me. It’s not like she’d even get to see him a lot while they’re there. He’ll be in meetings or whatever.” You roll your eyes, already annoyed at the thought of Wanda thinking she’d get to have a nice trip and it being ruined by your father. You know you could treat Wanda better than him. “And hey,” Kate perks up, her eyes twinkling and a smile sneaking onto her lips, “If they’re both gone you can throw a party.”

—

Wanda was annoyed. Extremely annoyed, actually. Maybe even a little bit angry, but she wasn’t going to dwell on that feeling. This was supposed to be a nice trip for her, a vacation of sorts, but no, of course it wasn’t. Nothing was ever a nice vacation in the presence of Mr. Bigshot CEO Jarvis. It’s her fault, really, falling for his charming little facade and then for some god forsaken reason deciding to marry him. It’s not like she can go back in time to change it though, so she better not think about it too much, and he’s rich so that’s a plus she supposes.

At least he had a cute daughter, but that’s besides the point, she’s letting her mind drift again.

She’d been waiting for him to get back from whatever the hell kind of meeting he was at, she didn’t care, so that they could go get dinner at the restaurant down the street from the condo they were staying at. But as always, he texted her to say he’d be running a little bit late. That text was sent two hours ago and she’s not sure how much waiting she has left in her. She’d give him five more minutes before she got on a plane and left without a word.

She had just finished zipping up her suitcase when she heard the door open, what impeccable timing that stupid man had. Sighing and looking towards the door, Wanda attempted to give a somewhat genuine smile. “Sweetheart!!” Slurred the clearly drunk man as he stumbled into the room, he reeked of alcohol and it almost made Wanda gag. “You’re late. Extremely late. Again.” She crossed her arms over her chest as she stared at him, clearly unimpressed. “Oh, come on. Me and the boys just went out for a few drinks after retro… retrofits!”

He meant retrospectives.

“Yeah, I’m sure you did. Well, you can have a nice time here in Milan, I am going home.” Wanda could put up with a lot of things, but this was just ridiculous. He had never been punctual, but it had usually been because his meetings actually were running late, not whatever this was. “Home? No, it’s called Seta.” He clearly thought she meant the restaurant which she was no longer planning on going to. “No. I am getting on a plane and I am going home. But please, don’t let that stop you from enjoying your time here.” She laughed, mostly at how pathetic she thought it was that she expected this trip to be any different than how it was at home. And with that, she was out the door and walking down to the lobby to try and figure out what the best way to the airport was and if she could just take some sort of personal jet of her husband’s to get home.

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The party was in full swing, music blasting, drunk 20 somethings everywhere and you were in the center of it. You always did like attention. It took you and Kate about two days to plan and figure out who to invite, but it went about as well as you had expected. Instead of having a somewhat laid back party, Kate decided at the last minute that she would text out an invite to all of their friends and then also let them text their friends about it. So now there were about 100 people in your house and backyard.

Unfortunately, Kate was just about the most social person you have ever met. Somehow, though, nothing has been broken yet, but there are way too many red plastic cups on the ground. Kate is less drunk than you are, but by no means sober and you have… well… had enough alcohol to stop you from drinking for at least the next two weeks. Waking up tomorrow would not be pleasant.

“Hey Y/N!” Kate is practically shouting over the music, “Are we expecting anyone else? A car just pulled up!” She’s pretty sure everyone is here, even Nico had somehow convinced Illyana to take a break from studying (brooding in her room) to come to the party. Which is a miracle in itself. Speaking of those two, she hasn’t seen them in a while, she hopes for your sake they aren’t fucking somewhere in the house. “I don’t think so, but I’ll go greet them anyway!!” You slur, smiling excitedly. “Y/N I don’t think-” Kate doesn’t get to finish her sentence before you’re skipping away towards the front door. “Okay.” Kate nods to herself before walking away to go find wherever Peter was, the last time she saw her she was playing beer pong with the other Peter, Gamora’s boyfriend Peter. Something about battle of the Peters.

You stumble out the front door, squinting to try and see who just pulled up. It was dark out and you weren't wearing your glasses. Oh, and being incredibly drunk didn’t help. You gasp when you see who it is. “Wands!!” Your eyes widen in excitement and you run towards her, tripping over your own feet in the process. You didn’t usually call Wanda by the nickname, but you didn’t really care right now. Wanda is quick to stop you from falling, cursing under her breath when she realizes how drunk you are. You would be a handful in the morning.

And then she finally hears the loud music and the voices and slowly looks around to see all of the clearly drunk people currently on her, well, your father's property. “Y/F/N.” Her voice is stern and it catches you so off guard you almost stumble backwards, your eyes wide. You pout, upset that the first thing Wanda does when she sees you when she gets home is be upset with you. You probably would have fallen if it weren’t for Wanda’s grip on your arms.

“What the hell is this?” She’s not sure why you throwing a party makes her so angry, it usually wouldn’t. Maybe it’s the built up anger from your father bailing on their dinner date to get drunk and the assumption that she’d be able to come home and relax with you. Or maybe it’s the thought of you throwing this big of a party while she’s not even in the country and something bad happening to you. You never did handle alcohol very well, despite drinking like there’s no tomorrow. In any case, she was quite angry.

“It’s a party, silly. Can’t you tell?” You giggle as your sadness melts away, leaning back into Wanda’s hold. “Yes, I know what a party–” Wanda stops herself, sighing, it didn’t matter anyway, You clearly weren't understanding why or that she was upset. She thinks for a couple of seconds and instead she changes tactics, it wouldn’t do any good to make you upset with everyone around and no one would remember any behavior that seemed odd for a step mother and her step daughter, they were all too drunk.

She smiles sweetly, reaching up to stroke your cheek, “Why don’t you go tell everyone to go home, the party is over, okay?” You pout in response, looking up slightly at the older woman, “But I don’t want them to go home.” You practically whine, slumping in Wanda’s arms. Of course this wasn’t going to be easy, you always did love a party. “I know you don’t, but it’s time for everyone to go home, sweetheart. Don't you want to spend some time with me now that I’m home?” Wanda fakes a pout, looking down at you.

Well, you did want to spend time with Wanda…

“But can't you just have fun at the party with me? We can have fun at the party together!!” You beam, no longer upset. Wanda was going to have whiplash with the way alcohol affected your emotions. “Sweet girl, you're so cute, but Mommy wants to spend some time with just the two of us.” She moves her thumb to tug at your bottom lip. “Wouldn't you like that?”

Your cheeks heat up and you feel a familiar heat in your stomach, suddenly feeling a little shy in front of Wanda. She doesn't usually call herself that unless you're alone. “Mhm… I can tell everyone to go home. I’ll get Kate to help and I’ll be so quick, I promise.” Wanda surprises you by leaning down to press a soft kiss against your lips. “Be quick, sweetheart. I’ve missed you.”

“So quick!!” And you almost trip over your feet with how quickly you run to go get Kate. Wanda watches fondly, a small smile on her lips. You're so cute, hopefully you won't get all upset in the morning when she makes you clean everything up.

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steddieasitgoes · 5 months

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@steddiemas Day 14 Prompt: Airport and/or Bar

Tags: Established Relationship, Airport Pick Ups, Supportive Wayne Munson, Idiots In Love

wc: 1796 | Rating: G

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Long distance isn’t the relationship Steve and Eddie had dreamed they had when they finally confessed their love together in the Spring of ’88, but they’ve been making it work for years now.

As far as Steve’s concerned they are experts at it now.

They talk every night. Steve from his bedroom in the apartment he shares with Robin in San Francisco, Eddie from his own bedroom in the house he lives in with Wayne two towns over from Hawkins.

Steve tells Eddie about his long days at the office, the responsibilities he’s been shouldered with now that he’s earned his father’s trust to run the West Coast branch of the organization by himself. A feat Steve didn’t even know he wanted until he finally sat down with his father years ago to learn what the man did.

Eddie listens tentatively and returns the favor with his own stories of the day. Life at the plant alongside Wayne isn’t his dream, but it's a steady job that pays the bills. Besides, he likes being near Wayne. Can’t imagine a world where he’s not a hop, skip, and a jump away from the old man who quite literally saved his life more than once.

It’s not like they wanted to create professional lives thousands of miles apart from each other, but it's the cards they’ve been dealt. Sure, they’d love to be under the same roof for more than a week at a time, but they make it work. The real truth is that they’re both too afraid to make the other sacrifice all they’ve built for the other. Resentment is a relationship killer and neither is ready to jeopardize the cozy relationship they’ve built.

So, they make do.

Steve visits often, a perk of being the boss of his branch. Occasionally, he writes them off as business trips and checks in on the Midwest branch while he’s in town. Other times he uses his sick days and vacation days to make the trip out to Indiana.

Every time he flies into the Indianapolis International Airport, Eddie is waiting for him at the end of the jet bridge. The first time, he was decked out in a suit a size too small. A chauffeur cap askew on his head and a handwritten sign with “S. Harrington” scrawled across it that he had leaned on a luggage cart like all the other private chauffeurs waiting for their clients. Steve couldn’t help but burst into laughter the moment he saw him, running to Eddie and giving him a hug that the rest of the passengers side-eyeing them — not because they were two men, but because it was one hell of a greeting for a paid chauffeur.

From that moment on, Eddie committed to the airport greeting bit. The next time Steve flew to Eddie, he was greeted with a giant sign that read “Congrats! You survived prison!” A few times after that, Eddie was standing there with a bouquet of blue balloons and a banner that said “It’s a Boy!” There was the time he pretended Steve was his cheating boyfriend and had a total meltdown at the gate only to leave with Steve hand-in-hand three minutes later. And he can’t forget about the time he roped Dustin and the rest of the kids into making the trip, the lot of them waiting for Steve at the gate with various signs claiming to be his long-lost children.

Aside from getting to spend time with Eddie, his airport arrivals were always the highlight of the trip. He knows Eddie gets a kick out of the theatrics, but there’s a part of him deep down that wishes he could be on the receiving end of the airport shenanigans at least once. Unfortunately, Steve has yet to repay the favor since he’s usually the one making the trip out to Indy.

All that’s about to change though, because after years of asking, he’s finally convinced Eddie and Wayne to take their holiday vacation and come spend Christmas with him and Robin in sunny California.

Which means one thing: It’s Steve's turn to create an epic airport arrival sign.

“How am I supposed to top any of these?” Steve asks, sifting through the hoard of airport signs he’s kept over the years. A beautiful tapestry of their chaotic relationship.

“I don’t think Eddie can be topped,” Robin says, searching through her own stack of neon poster boards.

“I mean…”

“Do not finish that sentence.”

Steve throws his hands up in defense, biting the inside of his cheek to keep his laughter at bay. The last thing he needs is to upset Robin before they come up with a sign idea.

Sighing, Steve lets his head thunk against the mountain of signs. It’s no surprise Eddie is the more creative one of their relationship, but he feels bad he can’t come up with anything even remotely as good as the signs Eddie’s been creating for years.

“Look, Steve,” Robin says, patting his back. “You’re never going to outdo Eddie. He’s theatrical at his core. He lives for being a menace. Stop trying to channel him and channel yourself instead.”

“Is this your way of telling me you find me boring?” he asks, gazing up at her.

“No, dingus! I’m just saying, channel that Romeo side I know is in there,” she says, thrusting her finger into Steve’s chest. “Be sappy. Eddie’ll appreciate it.”

In the end, Steve takes Robin’s advice. He cuts a fluorescent green poster board into a wonky heart — one side longer than the other. Tries three separate times to get “Welcome Home” centered in the middle before he gives up and freehand it. And then, for extra flair, he uses a bottle and a half go glitter glue on the whole thing. They’re going to be finding specks of glitter for weeks, but he thinks it’ll be worth it.

According to the signs, Eddie and Wayne’s flight has already landed and is en route to the gate. Steve stands nervously by the sky gate exit. The sign is still folded in half, wrinkled at the edges from how much he’s fidgeting with it. He had no idea how nerve-wracking it is being on this side of things. It’s silly really. He knows Eddie is going to be happy to see him, sign or no sign, but he can’t help but be a little on edge.

Thankfully, the doors open and a flood of travelers start disembarking from the plane. Steve stands on his top-toes, scanning the tired faces in search of Eddie and Wayne. As the crowd thins out, Steve starts to worry. Maybe they changed their minds? Maybe they missed the flight. Maybe he’s at the wrong gate?

Shit, what if he’s at the wrong gate?

A glance up at the digital sign above the exit, confirms that Steve is in the right place. He breathes a sigh of relief before he goes back to scanning. They have to be coming out soon, he thinks, and starts to unfold the sign. He holds it low, clutched over his chest until he spots a familiar head of unruly curls.

Hoisting it over his head, he shouts, “Eds!”

Eddie’s head whips around at the sound of his voice, eyes shining when he spots him in the thinning crowd. Steve has all of five seconds to brace himself before Eddie launches himself into his arms, crushing the sign between their bodies.

It’s not uncommon for the two of them to hug when they reunite at the airport, but this feels different. Eddie’s arms are tighter around his neck and he’s pretty sure he can hear him sniffling, body slightly shaking in his grasp.

“Eds?” Steve whispers into the mess of curls. “You okay?”

Eddie nods, slowly peeling himself away from Steve. With a little bit of space between them, Steve watches as Eddie’s eyes glance between the smushed sign and Steve’s eyes. Back and forth, back and forth.

Shit, is it too much?

“Really?” Eddie sniffles, using the sleeve of his sweater to wipe away a tear. “You want this to be our home? Together?”

Oh.

Oh, shit.

Steve certainly hadn’t planned for that. Sure, he’s secretly been hoping that the trip out here would get Eddie and to a lesser extent Wayne to realize how great the city is and finally bite the bullet and move out here. Start the mechanic shop they’ve been planing for years. But Steve knew better than to set expectations too high. He’d never ask Eddie to move for him, just like Eddie would never ask Steve to move back for him.

But now, seeing Eddie smiling, eyes glassy with tears. Well, shit, maybe he should have asked him.

“Wait, you want to move in with me?”

“Sweetheart. I’ve wanted to live with you since the moment we said I love you on the Henderson’s porch.”

It’s not news to Steve, per se. They’ve talked at length about what living together would be like; especially in those early days when their relationship was in that blissful honeymoon phase. Still, the words come as a shock to Steve who stumbles out of Eddie’s grasp for a moment.

Running a shaking hand through his hair, he locks eyes with Eddie. “Why the hell have we been doing long distance for a decade?” he laughs, yanking Eddie back into his arms.

“I thought you weren’t ready! I didn’t want to pressure you.”

“Baby,” Steve breathes. He can’t believe this. Have they seriously been suffering in silence for years for nothing? Christ, they’re idiots. “Of course, I want to live with you! I just didn’t want to make you move.”

“Jesus Christ,” Wayne grumbles, shaking his head. He stumbles his way towards them, throwing a hand on both of their shoulders. “You two are idiots, you know that? Told ya both you needed to communicate what ya wanted!” He rolls his eyes, shoving them both. “Could’ve been livin’ in the sunshine instead of snowy Indiana for years now.”

“Hey, who said anything about you moving with us?” Eddie asks, tearing his eyes away from Steve to stare at his Uncle.

“Hate to break it to you, boy. But wherever you go, I go. S’the Munson rule.”

Steve can’t help but laugh as he pulls both of them in for a hug before ushering them through the bustling airport. They fetch their bags and make it safely into his car before they’re on the way. As he pulls away from the San Francisco Airport, Eddie immediately reaches for the car radio.

Before he has a chance to change the channel, the crooning voice of Perry Como starts singing “(There’s No Place Like) Home for the Holidays.”

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satocidal · 5 months

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-RING RING!!

Say Hello to our Operator Number two, Exclusively in Demand:

── .˳⁺⁎˚ This caller seems to be into Power Play and the Normalisation of Frat Boys

── .˳⁺⁎˚ Gojo Satoru Starring in ⌞Power Couple!?⌝

Synopsis: the famous rich boy of the campus and the principal’s daughter? Scandalous—especially when they’re both jealous as hell.

— word count: 7.7k

— a/n: sort of like a repost/continuation—the sfw part is basically the entire “Opposites Attract!?” Fic, but since the idea was a part of kinkmas I’d initially decided to split it but then, I didn’t want that anymore soooo here you go, slow burn(?) with smut lmao [scroll like all the way down for just the smut💀] [also for Gojo’s birthday I posted it a day earlier hehe]

— warnings: fem! Reader x Gojo smut!! MDNI!! Oral (m! Receiving); partial exhibitionism(?); undertones of jealousy; porn with plot; slightly subby Gojo to total daddy dom moment💀 power dynamics; cheating dynamics(?); Suguru; lot of build up and pining; idiots in love; Satoru gets drunk (non-canon but shut up); manhandling; oral (m! Receiving)

4.5 g.p.a—a perfect reputation that you held, a decent social life—an amazing father to back you up, you weren’t ever part of the fraction of people who got in through with scholarships, why would you when your father stood as the dean? —but you’d worked for it.

3.7 g.p.a—it could’ve been far better, easily, if he only put himself in—far too loud a social life with a following of 4k+ on his Instagram while he only followed back his best friend and pretty little things (for a day or so)—part of the fraction who got paid in, who never struggled for it.

Sure, you hadn’t really struggled either—but hypocrisy was only allowed to one and you chose to take your chance.

You didn’t…despise him, the man that Gojo Satoru stood out to be, but lords, you hated the concept around it.

The loud cackle at the back of each lecture—the proxies and his fan girls, you hated it all.

More so, you hated just how enamored your dad was—after all, it was Gojo Satoru that had won the trophies and the plaques—Satoru Gojo that was a Power Player.

But the credit wasn’t to be forgotten for you too—dabbling in all that was academic, if the second half of your dad’s office as the dean were filled with Satoru’s achievements, the first half was yours.

Two sides of the same coin.

———

Your eyes never left your dad for a second, “you can’t possibly expect that out of Me dad,” the whine wasn’t subtle, nor the snicker that gojo let out at your words and outlet—earning a hard glare.

And to all the pampering and spoiling your father had to offer, it all failed when it came down to the pride and prestige of the university.

“It’s non-negotiable y/n,” the sleek brown in his room shone that afternoon, polished—every groove, every rounded corner—almost a story to behold.

“Yeah! Tell her Mr.Dean,” another snicker- another glare, your father sighed in his dismay.

“You,” your father glared at him, “need to find a way to shove it in your schedule as well—you’re both the elected representatives.”

To end with all whines and groans.

“I have no idea how but I need you two to find a presence of mind and perform your best in curating an experience at the fest. Dismissed.”

A sharp inhale, yours and the roll of Satoru’s eyes, your dad was aware how interesting an evening and a fest in general he would be witnessing.

———

You’d known Gojo Satoru for 3 years now, spending the last together at the University, standing as the President of Student Council—all against Gojo’s constant “nepotism” comments while he stood as the Captain of the Football Team—against your criticism as well.

A certain peak in the way you two governed your particular fields independently but, together?

Well.

Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t always that you both disliked each other but, you couldn’t exactly deny the certain distaste the day you’d set eyes on him…

~First Year~

“Dad, please, make sure that no one knows that you and I are, at all related,” a chuckle your father let out, “of course darling, but don’t get prissy when I don’t let you out with attendance matters and all,”

Another chuckle shared, nothing too serious.

“I’ve heard Gojo Satoru will be joining this year too?”

An innocent question, curious is all you were—anyone would be, one of the best the country had seen in years.

Your father nodded slowly, “just so happens to be true, stay in check though, don’t want messing with people like that,”

It was evident, the wary tone that your father had acquired over the years, dealing with all that was the ego of such students, who stood tall with the heap of money that belonged to their daddies.

A slow nod you passed too—your father smiled, you were a smart girl after all.

But fate was decided and what had to happen would happen for sure.

Because you swore to maintain the secret, you weren’t to be even found to have the slightest relation of blood with the Dean — but then whatever could you do when you step out blindly, bumping right into the guy you wanted not to.

A hiss and a curse—“the fuck? Watch where you’re going,” he mumbled-eyes boring into yours, and then simultaneously, at the car.

Anger that flashed down right—“watch your damn language,” unironically, you muttered—something he’d never let you live down.

“Woah there princess, what are you on? Some patrol duty round here-?” The smirk was infuriating, his disheveled hair all the more—especially when he continued messing it up all the more.

A scoff, yours—“Mind your own business,” a shove passed and an attempt to move away—“Y/n L/n?” He held your campus manual.

The certain way your name rolled off his tongue, it caught your attention—“ya dropped this,”

A smirk adored his face as he handed back to you the campus manual, of course it wasn’t anything you required but to solace your father, there you held it.

A cramped “Whatever,” you let out, snatching the booklet from his hands quick—wanting nothing more to do with the stranger that you’d bumped into.

Just as you walked away though, “L/n huh?” The words, his, that you knew would cause you issues.

“He’s Satoru Gojo?” Your surprise lay hidden under the music that boomed all too loud—watching closely the white haired boy you’d bumped into a couple days ago.

“Yeah? You didn’t know?” The grin on your now best friend, and then just-roommates-friend offered little help.

Of course you hadn’t, and now you wish you didn’t still.

It was true you’d spotted him all so much over the past few days, and the people that followed him and the rumors still—unaware to why and how.

But now, with all the pieces in your hand you wanted to hide away—especially when those blue eyes stared right back—with a grin he trampled over.

“Oi! L/n right? We met at the first day?”

You cringed at how loud he spoke—so very sure that absolutely everyone could hear him, all over the booming music.

A subtle nod you passed, trying to get away from the spotlight he’d casually thrown round you.

“Your dad’s the Dean right?”

Silence- literally, just as he said that, the music system paused too—you wanted to curse your luck.

Widened eyes—star-struck stares from all those adored Gojo, amused ones at you from everyone who bothered to think.

You’d have considered lying—unless Satoru Gojo hadn’t chosen to be a dick about it, “You guys have the same last names so I thought- and then, the other when we bumped into each other- remember?” He chuckled as a couple of girls let out audible gasps, envious that you had already touched him so.

Before opportunity even lay still, he continued, “so I thought, because frankly either you’re his daughter or…you know, mistress—but that I doubt,” you wanted to punch away the grin he held, the snicker and the secrets he dropped out like flies.

So while you stood there, waiting for the ostracism—Gojo only giggled, “Don’t worry though, you’re fine, got more of your mom’s genes right?”

Fuming, you stood there—red that masked your vision—“excuse you?” A brow remained cocked, Gojo’s facial expression never once changed—it was about to.

“You’re one to talk about dads huh? Your daddy donated in just about how much into your esteemed football team huh? To get you selected?”

Satoru wasn’t new to comments such, in fact that’s what he’d built his career over but just the way you said it—just the way your angry face stared back at him—he found you annoying, adorably so.

That night, Satoru’s fan following increased by a decent thousand or so, people became aware of you and maybe, you realized, being the Dean’s daughter wouldn’t be that bad a fact.

But all the more, Gojo and you formed a sudden bond still, dislike and nothing less masking the two of you whenever the other was mentioned.

A farce? Maybe—but you were easily, in too deep to stop now.

Often nights you spent, thinking how the two of you could be friends—but huge egos that clashed in, something told you it wouldn’t happen all so easily.

The following week and there on were interesting—you joked all week that you’d blocked Gojo, you never did.

Gojo swore he’d have you black-listed for being so audacious—he never did.

When the huge messaging group—meant to be dead in a day—was formed, you both ended up saving each other’s number discreetly, never to approach it again, at least for a while.

And that was just how it went on “he annoys me so much,” and “she annoys me so much,” but little by little, small steps in the dark—you both were each other’s biggest cheerleaders still- applauding each other louder than anybody else.

———

Hands clutching onto your notepad you continued jotting down the points—fingers working fast so as not to let a single bright thought escape you.

The event was huge—the University’s 150th Anniversary—perfect, grand, extravagant—to be organized partially, by you.

There was time, plenty—absolutely 1 months before the panic would settle in, 2 before it would be over.

But seconds were quick—hasty in the way they changed into minutes, hours to come and days passed by, never realized.

A finger raised to push your spects up the bridge of your nose—you sighed, eyes landing on the form in front of you—mouth ajar and his sunglasses fixated in his hair, another piece of candy tossed up high before he caught it in his mouth.

A frustrated sigh you let out—“can you please sit straight and help?”

His eyes bore into yours- cerulean, they were pretty, almost prettier than the whole of him, you hated it.

“Isn’t it your job?” A grin he passed, a clench of your jaw was all you could—“we’re in this together, don’t give me that bullshit,”

Another grin, “talk to me when you need booze,”

“You don’t even drink,” the words fell out your mouth all so quick, hesitant you looked at him—“how do you know?” It was an amused smirk that he held, it annoyed you how the man in front seemingly only talked in three supposed emotions.

A small break, “well, I uh- noticed through the parties,” it was true, you did notice through the parties—it was hard not to, since you didn’t drink—you couldn’t be all so sure about the rest.

“You notice me at parties? You notice me at all?” Urges inside you that had to be controlled, such a perfectly punchable face Satoru Gojo held—“help me work on this damn idea,” you mumbled, ignoring all of what he wanted to discuss.

A roll of his eye and yours—“not gonna do it so easily,”

A huff you let out.

Frustration at peak.

“Actually,” your voice was quieter than you expected it to be, “wouldn’t it be better if you were there to advise us? Me? You’ve been organizing parties for so long and,” your face turned towards him—smile never faltering at his disgusted expression—he knew what you were doing, he wasn’t new to sugar coating after all, “I would love learning from the best.”

Jaw clenched, hands sauntered over to the back of your chair—most would consider it an action of endearment, you knew better.

“I would beg to differ Ms. Daddy’s princess,” Your blood boiled at his ignorance—sure, he was Satoru Gojo—but nothing gave him the right to act superior when he stood at his father’s money itself.

Hell, all he was meant to be was just a batchmate, captain of a stupid team that barely mattered—you?

Sure, a well suited empire would never land on your back, nor a fortune as his until you’d worked half your life into it— but you were better, you knew it. Denial onto his privilege to negate the Authorities could’ve never been acceptable by you.

your eyes remained stuck onto the ground —defiant—“well, i suppose it would only be for the best,” stubborn you sat and so did he—stuck in between the thickening tension.

“The best,” his voice exasperated, “would be for someone like you to sit back down and do as you’re told.”

Mouth hanging just in the slightest, you dared not to meet his face—focusing on the little stains and creases you’d administered on your sneakers—eyes sneaking onto his pair, perfect, as expected.

“That’s a little rich, coming from you—”

“—and this is the best they’ve found? You? To help me huh?”

Bigoted. Nose flared, curses at the tip of your tongue and you could do nothing as he further scoffed, “getting a privileged bitch to do my job, now they know my worth huh?”

“Excuse you?” Shaky, you sat—words spilling out before you could stop it—“your worth? Absolutely as nothing, but a spoiled man-baby who cannot deal with things maturely?”

Confusion marked his face—of course he would be, all so blind to the simple generosity that gets offered to him—all so he can kick a ball.

“The event is in 2 months sir,” address regained to the topic, you spoke flatly, “I would well appreciate that you helped us in the organization of said fest—if not, well, it would be a sheer pity that the entire football team would have to suffer,”

And there lay your ultimatum, naked and threatening—and he knew it was all but empty.

“L/n,” Gojo coughed—not quite sure, uneasy evidently, with the tension that hung lose in the atmosphere—“You maybe influential in your own ways on the campus but-”

“-but I’m just a student here, as you are,” you looked directly at Gojo now, “And to adhere to rules is the basic of most authoritative environments. So I suppose, you’ll be all the more pliant in helping us plan the fest and encouraging our juniors to help us out.”

Defiant—squinted eyes of Gojo simply stared blankly—“Alright,” he muttered.

“If help is what you want, that’s what you’ll get.”

And the deal was settled—to your compromise and his.

A week had passed since—the discomfort only grew.

“What the fuck? You’re speeding rumours now?” Rough were the words that greeted you first the moment the two of you entered the study you currently sat in—a half shrug you passed him, “I would need help and rather than begging you for it, why not just keep you as my assistant?”

“Excuse you?” His tone, bewildered as he shut the door behind the two of you—“Your assistant?” He barked out a laugh—“They really are making sheer idiots now huh?”

“Says daddy’s little prince who couldn’t use his academics to get in like everyone else,”

A scoff he passed—“How very original, at least my daddy has the power and how is yours, at all better?” he let his words trail off, a smirk on his lips as he pulled a chair to lounge in, and well, all cases be true, his dad probably had more money than you could imagine.

The certain charm of Gojos, after all.

“Don’t gotta flex your daddy’s sex work like that buddy,” you muttered, pulling a chair across him—peculiar you found it that he didn’t do so much as throw a fit in objection to the forced responsibility.

“Just giving inspiration baby,” he drew out—he winked, phone pulled out fast as he typed, you sat by forgotten.

A roll of your eyes—“Help me at least,”

Silence- you sighed.

“You’re supposed to help,” again, the very same cold air met you—“Gojo,”

“Nope.”

A sharp intake of breath and you stared at him, had it not been for the pretty face he had you’d have punched him long ago—a second too long you stared however, “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,”

Another eye roll—“Just fucking help me,”

“Ain’t gotta princess,�� he finally looked up, “I’m here to advise you right?”

An inhale, exhale—biting down on your teeth you nodded, “Of course,” you muttered—which was what had led you to the current situation, tired, exasperated and annoyed.

An hour and a half, slow—very, spent staring a few times at the blank paper and then the ceiling, often Satoru Gojo and then his phone; a couple ideas popped by here and there, all useless—you knew that.

“You know,” you spoke carefully, “As someone who’s helping you bunk without losing attendance, you should really really be thankful,”

“A bouquet will be present in your dorm tonight doll,” not a single glance spared still—it was frustrating simply to sit such.

A sharp exhale you let out, head hung back—this was a stupid idea.

“You know what?” Chair pushed back, you stood up—“I’ll manage,” fingers clutched hard onto your notepad—it hurt when he didn’t do so much as even shrug as you moved towards the door.

Silence, as you turned the handle of the door to leave—not even a look from him.

You despised him.

———

#6942619412: Yo [11:54 p.m.]

Your eyes narrowed at the sudden text that popped up—ignorance enveloped you still, eyes focused onto the book of applied physics in front of you—regret boring into you as you tried your best to drill the concepts into you, preparing yourself for the soon-to-end semester exams.

#6942619412: busy? [11:56 p.m.]

You ignored still, creeped a little at the protrusion—not enough to let your book down—

#6942619412: idc [11:58 p.mp]

#6942619412: show me your plans [11:58 p.m.]

Face scrunched in annoyance, you stared at your screen—the periodic chimes of notification and the switch from the dull background to immediate light up—Satoru Gojo was somehow a master at infuriating you.

However, as stubborn as lay, you were no better—‘ignorance is bliss’ they said, and you were all too prepared to test it out.

#6942619412: bro wtf. Reply. [12:03 a.m.]

You noted mentally, the time gap between his texts—a sly smile adorning your face. Something in you screamed to not do it—to not go against Satoru Gojo such—the certain something fell to deaf ears as a shit-eating grin you beheld, typing your words in.

You: it’s pathetic of you to message like this [12:03 a.m.]

You: desperate? [12:03 a.m.]

A minute went by, then another—you sighed.

It was perhaps, a bad idea— chime!!

#6942619412: it’s needy of you to message back [12:04 a.m.]

#6942619412: you desperate? [12:04 a.m.]

A smirk—yours, a smirk—his.

You: you realize the first text of your day is to me? [12:04 a.m.]

#6942619412: you realize you’re taking note of how my day goes? [12:05 a.m.]

You: because you decided to bother me in mine—get to whatever you were saying [12:05 a.m.]

#6942619412: there there princess—I demand respect and send me your ideas- or better still I’ll come over to your dorm [12:06 a.m.]

Your eyes remained fixed at the screen; ‘come at your dorm’? Was he stupid?

You: there’s no need to come here gojo. I’ll send you everything right now.

You waited, patiently, however, ever so cruel—time was always slow, especially when waiting onto someone. 5 minutes grudged slow- you were afraid that he would actually show up. Would he?

No, of course not— even for him this was absurd, given the security and the time at night—he was probably asleep—

Knock.

A twist of your window pane’s handle- a thud of your heart and widened set of eyes.

Another knock and you were at your feet, stupidly, opening the window—widening it to welcome Satoru Gojo is your room—scandalous.

A smirk he held, form towering yours by a decent couple inches, “Neat room,” he whistled as he stood awkward, unsure onto whether to place himself until he found your study—making himself comfortable on the spot you just sat.

“Applied physics?” Curiosity laced his voice and a shrug you responded with — “So what?” You muttered, reaching in to close the book—he certainly took note of the tiredness your voice held.

“So you’re an idiot—it’s a tough field.”

Another shrug—“Gets me going and nothing could’ve sucked more than chemistry so,”

A snort he lay bare—only then did you realize how quiet it was, soft breaths, the new morning dancing about the timelines—your gaze on his, and his on yours. How so eccentric—not.

“You couldn’t deal with chemistry? Gotta be dumb or some shit,”

You scoffed—knowing where he was leading it, “do we really need me to redo the whole ‘got in because of your dad’ shit here?”

He grinned wide—and just then you noticed the perfect set of teeth—the ones you’d hoped to punch and break some day, “I think I’d wanna skip it tonight baby,”

“Don’t call me that,”

“Prissy, eh?”

A scrunch of your face, a wink his.

“Why, and dare I ask, how, did you get here?” Brows raised, expression amused as he paced about your room—taking it in, familiarizing himself.

“Don’t worry onto that doll, just show me your ideas,”

Your eye twitched, it was simply alien to you—the feeling of being treated normal by him. By Satoru Gojo- reality set in straight Every Time you realized that something in you, even if small, craved his attention, his validation.

Maybe that was why you were hurt—when he’d ignored you initially, when he’d shove you in the hall without a thought spared—when his gaze was all so disrespectful Everytime you approached Him.

Maybe it was just the social construct of it all.

Maybe it was something else.

So surprise was bound to grip you hard— he wanted your ideas?

“Well?” Fidgety, you noted his actions to be—nervous? You wouldn’t be sure.

“Why?”

A shrug, half hearted, “I heard stuff on you,” and now your interest sat piqued, “They say you’re as good as me when it comes down to getting shit done,” a wink—you gagged internally at his words- his charm?

Not quite so.

“You’ve been snooping around since the past week? Got you that hooked?” A smirk you channeled, unsure still- suspicious more so.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he muttered—his eyes were quicker, quicker that yours, cerulean, I suppose something to do with the color of them—all too pretty to have one care about anything besides themselves.

“I’ve heard of your accomplishments beforehand, you know it—you just weren’t so important and most of the time I was trying to stay off your radar,” his face panned towards the shelf you kept full of books—“but you did interest me,”

A scoff let’s your lips, “Anything with a vagina and boobs will interest you,”

“Hey now-” and for a second he seemed offended, not that you cared, “don’t forget about the ass—and please, I sincerely accept dicks too.” And just at that you chuckled slightly—a small win he deemed it, “man-whore,” you muttered past him- closing your books and grabbing onto the notepad from before.

“Here,” you handed it over— a sudden feeling of embarrassment washing over—after all, as much of a jerk he was, Satoru Gojo sincerely was experienced and amazing at what he did.

Lips pursed, you stared as he read through the stuff- “I know it’s all too-” a hand raised to quieten you, he continued reading—quick at that too.

It took him a minute or so, to go through each of the 4 pages you’d jotted down—“Not bad,” you nodded, “not the best,” you bit your tongue.

“I uh- i know it’s a little extravagant?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “or more so, it’s not very realistic? You have steps planned out and …you know, it’s supposed to be done by humans not machines,”

Your eyes raised in understanding, you weren’t too sure, but just enough.

“Put yourself into it—you’re cool you know that?,” eyes squinted, you watched him carefully- not a word let out.

“Just a little…uptight, learn to let go,”

“how do I…?”

He grinned, “have fun figuring that out—the ideas were cool, gotta go now doll,” you blinked once, twice, and without a word he was gone—you let him. However could you even ever stop him?

And you knew well, the rumbling in your room was sure to get your father awake.

A click on the lock—you closed the window behind him—swift was the way he came about, annoying, the way he left. And yet you still stood alone in the room, pacing about with a dorkish smile.

And only five minutes after he’d left, after the daze was gone—you noticed the bouquet of jasmines on your bedside—huh.

Certainly understood the charm now—especially when your eyes focused onto your phone right before closing.

#6942619412: you’re actually cute when you’re not frowning yk? [1:05 a.m.]

You went to sleep.

———

~Three weeks before the Fest~

“I’d say it’s coming along amazing,” another fruit roll up popped into his mouth—the fifth packet in last three hours, you were only surprised how he wasn’t sick of them yet.

A nod you passed—“but they’re slow-”

“-because they’re people, they are bound to be slow,”

Another nod.

There was something that Satoru Gojo did help you with, and there was something you’d helped him with as well—his eyes panned onto the elaborate list of numbers he’d gathered, oh how you’d spun the man, Satoru ‘never gonna help nobody’ Gojo into your actual assistant.

“Tell me though, when will you order the booze?”

“It’s an official thing- how can you expect booze to be there?” A ridiculed laugh met you—“ever heard of sneaking shit in princess?”

Of course you had, given that Satoru Gojo snuck himself into your room almost every night, uninvited—so far as to snickering when you squeaked out lies to your father about talking to your friends.

“Shut up, there will be no beverage,” he chuckled at your formal tone, beverage, “you and I, or anyone can get expelled for that—it happened last year,”

“You’re your daddy’s only princess though,”

“And you’re not,” a deadpan from you shut him up quick—“dad’s gonna be mad if he finds it, I won’t be expelled but you might, especially given your record and everything—and yes that means your captaincy and everything too,”

A month ago, the nervousness on his face would’ve made you chuckle—giddy maybe but now it only troubled you for him—hours spent on the floor of your bedroom had opened up conversations after all.

“But you’ll save me right?”

He stared at you; you stared back, you noted the closeness.

There was no reply to be offered—but it did ruin the small moment to hear the causal, “Satoru~” from the lips of her, Mei Mei, long time family friend of his and an equatable annoyance to Satoru Gojo.

Both of your faces whipped to meet hers, yours scorned while his broke into a grin—“Oi!” He chuckled—arms spreading out to greet her, hug her.

“Y/n,” she greeted you too, a smile you passed back—part of your council members after all—“how’s the planning going?”

“Fantastic,” tight lipped you muttered—“fabulous,” she grinned, “mind if I steal Toru’ for a second?”

You mentally gagged at her—‘steal Toru for a second’—except those seconds never really were seconds, rather hours and to your utter annoyance, Gojo never add moves to counter it.

“Of course!” And just like that, gone, daily.

A sigh you let out, staring at the preparations—“why’d you let them walk over you all the time?” A deep voice met you, “Suguru?”

A short smile, a short breath of cigarettes met you—in the best way, “Good day to you too,” he grinned, patting the seat beside him, eyes stuck on his best friend and his rendezvous partner.

“You as , and what exactly do you suppose I do? Stop them?”

“He’s your assistant, ain’t he?”

“Yes but-”

“Am I seeing you finally turn into a push-over, like all the other girls when it comes to him?” All in good humor he spoke, but mostly because it was true.

You were bending your walls for a certain someone—it didn’t feel right.

“You think I shouldn’t?”

“I think you should only if this lasts after the rest as well,”

“Will it?”

A pause, a shrug, “I don’t know, ask him.”

You stared at him—“why are you two the legitimate same at advices? And equally bad?” A laugh met you—“go on, ask him—because as of now, Mei Mei seems to have done what she wanted,”

“Huh?”

A look at him and then at them, your heart sank—he was kissing her, your heart sank more, why were you so bothered by it?

A nervous chuckle you passed to Suguru, an empathetic one he did, “it’s fine,”

“Yeah.”

———

It wasn’t fine, hell it was far from fine—especially when you saw them together there on, all the time.

3 weeks, dates here and there—she was around you all the time, and him, it was infuriating in all aspects of the word.

“Who’re you going with?” Almost everyday he questioned, and you never had an answer because somehow, just something in you had made you reject every proposal—something in you supposed that you two would go together.

You were the organizers—but then, it was no rule.

And even if it was, Satoru Gojo wasn’t big on rules.

“Ready?” Suguru grinned, last minute date that you’d found—all so grateful that you stood.

A small nod with a smile you passed—“how do I look?”

“Gorgeous,” another smile, wider—eyes however, they remained stuck onto Gojo.

“It’s not about him tonight doll,”

“It’s never about him,” you mumbled—melancholy—ironic onto how the entire fest that you’d built was based off of youth and what not.

But it was about him, everything was about him- especially in the way your dress, bought just for the occasion was the same cerulean, your hair was braided just how he once mentioned liking, you were wearing the perfume he bought you for you.

Everything.

And you despised all of this everything while having nothing.

“Yo! Y/n,” you paused, Suguru did too—his smirk widening, as did Mei Mei’s, Satoru walked- sauntered over.

“Don’t you look hot?” The grin was wide, your nose scrunched in disgust, “you’re reeking of alcohol,”

He was—of course he was, right after you’d advised him not to.

“Chill, nobody’s gonna know-”

“-we have to meet my dad in 15 minutes.”

“…oh.”

“Well anyways, I see you came with Suguru? You’ve been getting close?”

Your eye twitched—so he did see it—“yeah he’s cool, and helpful, unlike you,”

A giggle, “I have a life outside of you, remember?” Your blood boiled—“of course you do, enjoy it.”

A sharp turn you made, lips bitten, unsure, uncertain—“Honestly though, if I weren’t with Mei tonight I’d actually fuck ya “

Your jaw clenched at the audacity—the other two, Suguru and Mei Mei long disappeared as you flared daggers into Satoru’s soul.

“Can you take one thing seriously? You- you bloody idiot I can’t even-” you whipped around to face him again—eyes boring into his.

Satoru, even in his drunken state knew it would last long, the lecture, a hand pulled you in very quick, a corner, secluded.

“Stop fucking shouting,” slurred his words, they lay bare.

“What do you want me to do then? You- you- I- ugh.” You paused, hard breaths let out—“you’re so fucking annoying.”

“Annoying? You’re the one screaming woman,” the small smirk that he adored annoyed you all the more so.

“Excuse you? I’m annoying?” And at that moment, you let go, “I’m annoying after you spent three weeks fucking with Mei Mei? I’m annoying after you’re the one acting irresponsible? I’m annoying after you ended up treating me like all your others girls? I’m annoying after- after you just chose to walk all over me- I’m annoy- mmph!”

Words lay interrupted quick, a rough hand reeled you in while the other held your head, the kiss was soft, passionate of one would call it, sloppy in the way his lips attached to yours, hungry.

And amusingly, unlike all things Gojo, this did not feel wrong.

But it wouldn’t help your emotions being all over the place—“what the fuck?” You asked, the moment he pulled away—“was it that bad?” An amused chuckle rolled off his lips.

“No? You can’t do this- we can’t just kiss- I-”

“-okay, then take it back,” and just like that, he pulled you in again, lips attaching once more, hands exploring each other easy, slow gasps of breath as you pushed him away this time.

“N-no you- I don’t- what? You take it back,” and almost as if his alcohol was on your mind too, you pulled him in this time—a small peck, harsh, Satoru loved it all the same.

Frustrated you pulled away, grinning his hand held your wrist—“don’t go,” he mumbled, your face contorted into the expression which screamed your annoyance.

“Don’t go? Fuck you Gojo. Fuck you and your damn ego and the audacity you have,” your breaths were shallow, the two stood so close.

“Don’t kiss me when you’re with someone else—you might be a whore but-”

“It was for you,” another mumble, quieter, “to get you jealous and I think it worked?”

A pause.

“And The alcohol?” You whispered—he loved it though, the way you prioritised the reputation above him—somehow you humanised him, “only I’ve drunk it, no one else—to…get your attention,”

“But you never drink…”

“And I never fucked Mei either, or kissed her…or anyone since you,”

“That’s supposed to make me feel special?” It did, but you were done for the day.

“I think so…?”

You blink, once, twice and instead of the third that Satoru expected a sharp slap landed on his face.

“You’re very fucking dumb,” while one hand clutched the cheek he’d been hit at, the other still held your hand, pulling you closer when he heard your choked words—eyes widening at the wetness in your eyes.

“L/n…” a sigh, “fuck I’m- fuck.” He held you close, unnatural to your relation, you let yourself be held.

————

“Sorry?”

You glared at him, the Music blared behind you loud— the both of you stood outside your father’s office, “we’ll deal with that later.”

A slight nod, Satoru was glad you even agreed to talk to him, Satoru was glad you even looked at him—Satoru was simply glad you were standing beside him.

A knock, two more, you walked inside—Satoru, as advised by you stood outside—your father would know of course, instantly.

The room seemed a breath of freshness as you walked, away from the stench that Satoru held, “where’s Gojo?” You were prepared for the question.

“Do you like the fest?” You father was prepared for the dodge—he hummed, “you both did good together, as I supposed,” you hummed.

“He won’t be coming?”

“He’s busy,” you lied through your teeth, “some kids snuck in alcohol, he’s dealing with it,” you were sure you caught your father’s smirk—“that would be highly…inappropriate,”

You bit the inside of your cheek, “of course, we’ll see to it that they’re punished well,”

Your father hummed again, “having a good time?”

“Wonderful,” your father grinned, “well, you can go then but…maybe not today but I do hope meet your assistant soon after, kind of tired of seeing him sneak in through the windows,”

“Dad?!”

“What? You’re grown up and I’ve seen the potential and I kind of think opposites do attract, and you proved me right so,”

Idiots, all around you.

———

“You think it’s funny?” The music had hours ago died down, your eyes remained stuck on the man between your legs, “m’ sorry,” slurred words.

Drunk he sat there.

Annoyed, you.

“You could’ve been expelled,” your words, they came out hushed—“but you saved me right?” He held the infuriating grin all the same, adorable.

“That’s not fucking- what are you doing?”

And the confusion was right to be so, what was he doing? Dragged and hefty steps, crawled towards you slow, a lanky arm pulled beside your shoulder, finger caressing your jaw.

“Is this not the part we kiss?”

You pause, and you stare—the same blue eyes that you live, the same blue that you adore stare back at you—that you’ve found to be staring at Mei Mei too.

“Go and kiss Mei Mei why don’t’ cha?”

Silence, again—you were you’d be driven crazy if he didn’t catch on now—but he did.

“You’re jealous?” And oh boy, fuck you were—was it not obvious?

“Of you and her? Please,”

A hum, small, his hand lingered on your jaw—“I was pretty jealous,”

“You told me,”

“No I didn’t,” his words were quick, eyes focused on yours, “I said I wanted your attention—I didn’t tell you how jealous I was, why I was jealous and fuck- I never told you anything at all,”

A pause, heavy—“what is there to tell-”

“-that I would break Suguru’s teeth twice if he ever took you on a date, that I would bite off of the flesh of every guy who’s liked you besides me, that I would lose everything for you.”

Defiant, true—your heart raced.

“You’re drunk,”

“What are drunk words if not sober thoughts?”

You stared at him, as did he—you were confused, he wasn’t, “I want to kiss you right now,” a murmur, yours, “it would be against everything I’ve ever-”

“-fuck, angel, I just want to please you, please let me kiss you,”

A lean in, a lean away—both yours, “I- why? What? After everything?”

A hefty silence, “can we not discuss all that later? I just, fuck I wanna taste you so bad,”

And so, you let him.

“Go slow,” you muttered, pulling him in, fingers clutching the collar of his shirt—“why, you inexperienced?” The shit-eating grin was huge, you loved it.

“Do it, or I won’t let ya,”

And so, it was slow—perfect, you waited as he leaned in, sloppy as it was, wet—sweet.

“Fuck you’re so perfect,” you heard him murmur, your hand reaching to pull at his locks, a whimper sounded through the room—ah, he was perfect it seemed.

And so, it was slow—perfect, you waited as he leaned in, sloppy as it was, wet—sweet.

“Fuck you’re so perfect,” you heard him murmur, your hand reaching to pull at his locks, a whimper sounded through the room—ah, he was perfect it seemed.

Gojo Satoru already sat drunk but it was gradual the way he drank in your scent, your sweetness, the whole of you—feather light in the way your nose touched his.

It felt natural in the way his hand travelled upon your form, yours his—his stuck onto your waist while yours rubbed circles on his thigh.

“Wanna touch you,” a small murmur, his—you smiled at him, “what’s the magic word Satoru?”

His eyes widened in the way that was the first time you’d taken his first name—he loved the way it fell off yours lips, “please,” he uttered out, “please please—wanna, fuck, please wanna touch you,”

“Where?”

And almost as if a switch, you watched as Satoru quietened entirely- “everywhere,”

“On your knees for me,” Satoru scrambled to his feet under the command, eager to please, eager to be yours—“kiss me everywhere Satoru.”

And he did, slow, rapid—it felt like nothing, but it did feel like everything in that moment—to be his, to have his touch.

The kisses, feather-light, began at the tip of your toes, trailing upwards slow—lingering past your ankle to your calves, Satoru Gojo wasn’t kissing for your pleasure, but his own.

It was almost devouring.

Slight moans you let out, gasps, at the way his hands grasped you, hungry—as they held you close, his palm massaging the supple flesh of your thighs.

You weren’t sure aure how long you let him be there, how long you’d been there entirely—the moment was perfect, the music outside has died away—you wanted more.

“Get up,” you muttered- to no avail, “Satoru,” again nothing, sloppy kisses remained pressed to your thighs—so close that he was, your breath hitched.

A hand reached down to pull at his hair—a slight hiss as you jolted his face away from yourself, he let himself be moved—“get up,”

Quickly, eagerly, there he was beside you—unsure, he wanted to kiss you right there, he wanted to touch you, explore you, worship you.

“Pull your pants down, need to touch you,”

His lips parted at that, a slow smile, “you’re eager-”

“-did I tell you to talk back?”

And after that, he didn’t. Not once, not for a good time—choosing simply to focus on the way you slipped between his legs, fingers grasping onto his thighs, massaging them, holding them for support—his eyes stared at you hungrily, yours, at the bulge in his boxers.

Satoru hissed at the way you palmed his bulge- he should’ve known, of course, of course you weren’t there to please him, no. You were there to simply remind him that it was you eventually who held the cards, you who could twist him around, you who’s make him cry in pleasure.

You grinned at the little noises he made, shameless in the way you played with him, nudging at his tip, “you’re already leaking Satoru,” you giggled, “kissing gets you so bricked huh?”

And in response satoru could only groan while You simply chose to smirk, squeezing his dick as you felt it slowly hardening between your hands.

You watched as his cock twitched in his pants- begging to be touched & you couldn’t help but slightly drool at the sight, you’d thought of it yourself.

His dick print showed off the girth and the length- and internally you weren’t sure how you’d even manage—it only made you wanna push him more.

It was tempting—to pull his pants down, to see it, you wanted to suck on it already but there was simply a lesson to be taught and Satoru wouldn’t listen any other way.

You looked up at satoru to meet his eyes, eyes threatening to shut, breathing was heavy and his face flushed a light shade of pink.

“Pull them down,” he muttered, “suck already,”

“I don’t think bad boys like you get to order around love,”

You watched the way his eyes drooped, fighting all of himself to listen to you, “bad? I only wanted you- even saved your damn fest- hey!”

You scowled as you landed another slap at his inner thigh, eliciting a similar reaction—“you don’t talk when I do,”

A scoff from him and another sharp slap—“you’ll get my lips when you apologise sincerely,”

“Ain’t no fuckin- ngh!!” It was wonderful just simply Satoru Gojo got worked up, especially when your nails were digging into his thighs and the other hand slyly rubbed his bulge.

“Awh, Toru’” your grin remained undeniable, loving the control that you held, “wouldn’t it be nice if I wrapped my lips round there hm? But only good boys get that so…”

“Stop actin’ like you’re- fuck, like you’re in charge here,” you giggled again as his head lolled, so pretty- “suck it already- please,”

Murmurs, his voice was low and whiny—“you’re a cute beggar Toru’ but mm’fraid that’s no apology,” but all to no avail, you cocked your brows as he rut his hips into the air.

“Oh?” The single monotonous reply sent shiver down Satoru’s spine- “wait I- I’m sor- ah!” You smirked–holding his cock as you wrapped your lips around his clothed tip. Sucking on it so messily and sloppily. Satoru gasped, surprised at you pulling something like this, something so vile, so nasty.

But he liked it anyways.

You were drenching his pants with your saliva, his head thrown back as you stopped sucking on his tip and started licking his whole length from above his pants. You looked so good underneath him, licking & sucking on his fully clothed cock–“who knew the dean’s daughter was a cock slut huh?” he breathed out, you paused your movements to look up at him once again.

“The same ones who knew-” you paused, sucking with a little pressure at his tip, earning the perfect moan from him, “that the football team captain was damn floozy who came from just touching,”

A lazy smirk rested on his lips as you said that—thighs trembling , hips rutting into air to feel more, pathetic as ever, just how you liked it.

“Satoru tch, tch, tch,” you knew your words wouldn’t have an effect and seemingly neither did your actions at the moment- “if you apologise I can simply peel these soiled boxers off you and get to business love—”

—ring!!

Both of yours eyes panned to your phone at the side— caller id: Mei Mei —while Satoru groaned, you smirked, “could be important eh?”

You watched his eyes narrow in confusion as you wasted no time in picking up the phone, “hi babe!” He rolled his eyes at the faux sweetness you kept.

But his eyes openly rolled further as your ministrations with your hands never came to a stop—stroking and teasing him slowly through his drenched boxers.

“Yeah I’m free to talk, what is it?” The slow strokes never stopped, his whimpers did—“free?” He mouthed the words, pouty he sat there, twitching and throbbing.

“Please love, take your time,” you giggled to the phone, causing Satoru to only push your head back as a way to remind you of his needy stature.

In all honesty, a couple minutes would’ve been ok, bearable—but it’s been a while of “mmhmm”s and “ok”s and you still weren’t done—and that, that easily the last straw.

In a flash that it was, he grabbed your phone quick, pressing it by his ear—“talk to her later-”

As he was about to pull away though, you watched him eye roll, your own hands pinned in front of you now—wonderful of how much power he did hold, and how much he let you have.

“Yes this is Toru’ and no you don’t have to know why I’m with her- you can talk later, no- what? Mei shut up- yes at the Christmas dinner ofc, yes in two weeks of course when else—what? Obviously as my girlfriend.”

And with that, the call was off.

His girlfriend?

“What-”

“-worry more about me than her,” a scoff he passed—both hands pulling you in his lap quick—“had your fun down there didn’t ya doll hm?”

A bashful nod was all you had to offer as he grinned too, a kiss pressed to the shell of your ear, “‘my turn.”

Your heart raced anyways, “no- n-no no no no, girlfriend who?”

His hands were rough in the way they groped you, squeezing your tits, fingers rolling the half-hardened nipples through the frisky material of your dress—the other one resting on your hips—“the dean’s daughter of course.”

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He loves me, he loves me not.

🦋Relations: Ayato and Alhaitham x F!Reader (separate ofc) ASSUMED Ayato x Sara and Alhaitham x Dehya

🦋Summary: Your lover has been neglecting you a full month; hardly even coming home and always working. You start to overhear about his recent involvement with another girl and you can’t help but wonder, does he still love you?

‼️Warnings: She/her pronouns used (only like 5 times in total, endearments of pretty girl, baby and my love are used, insecurities are mentioned a lot, along with body insecurity (body dysmorphia?), thoughts of cheating, mention of a dick once (don’t think anyone cares cuz it’s daddy Alhaitham, ANGST- should be obvious, THERE IS COMFORT THOUGH! LOTS OF IT! bestie Diluc is mentioned along with Tighnari, jealousy, lots of crying, not proofread, can’t think of anything else

🦋Author Note: Alhaitham’s is a lot longer than Ayato’s I think we can tell who the favourite is. I’ll write Cyno and Tighnari next then link it here!

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Ayato

Sometimes, you felt like this marriage was a mistake.

Not felt actually, knew. It was an arranged marriage after all. The two of you had gotten to know each other just before the marriage, and you both did indeed have feelings for each other and even ended up falling in love during the arrangement.

So, in your mind, it was a real marriage. Perhaps to his it was just an arranged one.

You spent your days in bed alone, a cold spot beside you always. Even when you woke up, he was never there.

Your parents weren’t as rich as the Kamisatos or popular, but due to the fact the Kojou clan denied the arrangement since Sara wasn’t ready for marriage. Your clan was second choice.

Maybe you were second choice in his life too.

You never felt good enough for him, barely ever speaking on how he was hardly here because you felt like you were in no position to speak up about it. He worked so hard for his family, and his clan represented so much in Inazuma it was a lot of work. Meanwhile your parents did most the work, but your clan was hardly known. It just proved how much better he was than you.

Even after a year of your….marriage, you still felt the same. During the first few months you were both so close, spending nights giggling as he’d cuddle you while slightly tickling you just to piss you off. You don’t even see him anymore.

You started hearing workers around the estate talk about him and Kojou Sara. She was originally the first choice, and you felt like maybe he was going back to her.

“They’re so much better together!”

“Never really thought him and Y/N’s clan were a good go.”

“She’s not a good choice for Ayato at all. I hope he finally comes to his senses and chooses Sara.”

“I heard they’ve been together a lot this past month, so he must be going back to her!”

She was always the first choice.

When you heard the conversation between the workers, you ran into the hall leading to your room.

“Y/N?” Ayaka realized, worry laced in her tone as you bumped into her, tears streaming down your face.

“Apologies.” You murmured, not even sparing her a look as you continued down the hall to your room, quickly closed the door so she couldn’t come and ask questions.

You walked over to your desk, tears falling onto the hard wood of the desk as you grabbed a paper, finding a pen hurriedly.

When Thoma had taken you to his homeland once, you met a very nice man who you considered had very amazing advice. His name was Diluc, and ever since you visited, you’ve been constantly sending him letters- that being the way the two of you would communicate.

Dear Diluc,

You started writing, hoping he wouldn’t mind the tears that would be dry by the time he received this letter. You wrote all about your marriage troubles- how in the last month Ayato has hardly spoken to you, taking up more hours at work, and spending more time with another woman. You wrote down your suspicions he was probably in love with Sara, seeing as she was originally the first choice.

Part of you didn’t understand why you were so shocked because well, why not her? The workers were right, she was so much better that you in many ways; a better fighter, a harder worker, a better clan- a better everything.

When you read over the letter, you couldn’t help yourself from crying even more, fay tears rolling down your cheeks like an endless waterfall. You pushed the paper to the side, not wanting your tears to mess up the ink and your head fell onto the table as all you did was sob into your arms.

Your sobs turned into quiet whimpers until you felt no more motivation to continue crying, falling asleep right on the table.

When Ayato overheard what was seen of you from Ayaka, he rushed home as constant questions plagued his mind.

This was the first time he had ever left work only- it being almost 7pm, the sun starting to go down. He expected to find you on the bed, perhaps napping or crying into the pillows but no, he saw you with your head down on the table.

He walked up to you slowly, putting his hands on your shoulders and giving you a shake. He heard a slight snore and realized you were asleep, immediately removing his hands.

His eyes caught dried tears on a piece of paper and he picked it up, starting to read over it all.

At the end, he’d taken your old spot as he himself started to cry at the words you’d written; how you felt like a nobody compared to him, how he could do so much better and that he was probably in love with Kojou Sara.

That last part was what shocked him most. No! He was in love with you and only you’ he’ll admit, he has been with her a lot, but it was strictly for work! It’s been crazy with the end of the vision hunt degree, leaving the two clans in charge after Sara’s father was removed.

He read it over again, seeing how you wrote constantly “second choice” all over again.

In reality, the Kojou clan was originally his parents choice and was forced to ask them first. He always wanted to ask you first, because he had met you before and found you as the most gorgeous and outgoing girl he’s ever seen.

He looked back at you, one of his tears falling atop your head. Why didn’t you tell him any of this?! He would’ve loved to resssure you that you were the love of his life, the girl he’d always dreamed of. Sure, he hasn’t been here for a while- oh.

He dragged his hand down his face, realizing why you didn’t say anything; because he was never here.

“I’m so sorry, my love.” he whispered, wrapping one of his arms behind your back and on under your legs as he picked you up, taking you towards the bed and placing you down gently.

You started to stir awake when you felt his arms wrap around you. “‘Yato?” You called, barely above a whisper.

He shushed you, placing a kiss to where your shoulder met your neck as he snuggled closer to you. “I’m here now, my love. I promise I’ll always be here. Now go sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up. I’ll be here forever and always. I love you so much, more than words can say.”

It was gonna be a long talk once the two of you woke up, but either way, you felt a lot warmer that night.

Alhaitham

You and Alhaitham weren’t engaged or married, only being together for a year and a half now.

So probably understandable why he was probably losing feelings for you? Right? Right?

“Hey, Kaveh.” You said, sitting in the kitchen of your shared home with Kaveh and Alhaitham.

“You look drained, Y/N. Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

That was a lie and a big fat one at that. You weren’t okay whatsoever.

Recently, in the last month, Alhaitham had barely come back home and you’ve hardly gotten the chance to see him. There was no more good morning or good night kisses, little dates in between work or work visits. There was none of that.

Now it was just waking up to a cold, empty spot in your bed.

Kaveh could read you like an open book. He’s noticed the lack of affection and attention you’ve gotten from Alhaitham, and despite the fact he despised the man, he also cared for him and his significant other and noticed everything.

He just hoped his and yours suspicions wouldn’t come true; that he had fallen out of love and was possibly cheating.

The latter was what scared him the most with how recently Alhaitham has been with Dehya. He came back after a week of being away to the Grand Azar being removed along with half the workers in the Akademiya, to Alhaitham and Dehya now best friends. The fuck happens when he isn’t here?!

He’s seen how close the two are during his times being in the Akademiya and he prayed to Kusanali that the worst wasn’t going to happen.

You knew about Dehya; you’ve heard about it all over Sumeru. How she was a perfect fighter, a desert bloom, perfect both and image for all eremites.

You were jealous, and a tad bit insecure. She was perfect in so many ways; popular, appreciated, constantly complimented. Her body was perfect along with her hair and voice.

Your hair had uneven ends and you didn’t consider your body to be perfect.

No wonder Alhaitham would go for someone like her.

“Why don’t you go see Alhaitham?” Kaveh asked before he quickly got a large brown paper bag that was somehow filled with lunch and came out of nowhere. “Bring him lunch!”

It was his one attempt at getting you guys back to how you used to be.

You hoped it would work as Kaveh walked you to the Akademiya, and the whole time you were scared as your heart would drop with each step.

“Tell me where you find him, I need to talk to him about some work.” Kaveh said before leaving to talk to a scholar once the two of you arrived at the Akademiya.

You checked the library and there was no sign of him, even going to the outdoor areas since you knew how much he liked reading outdoors. You eventually asked a scholar who had pointed you in direction of his office and you felt your heart drop again.

You opened the doors slightly, hoping your lover would be happy to see you.

But what you came in to see was a Dehya standing right beside him as he wrote on a piece of paper, sitting on a chair at his office desk.

You felt your heart break a little when he didn’t even notice you walked in.

He only noticed when he heard the click of the door close behind you, the both of them looking up to see you with confusion on their faces.

The way Dehya stood so close to him with her toned and perfect body made your breath quicken in panic.

“Y/N?” Alhaitham spoke in confusion, halting his movement of writing on the paper. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to bring you lunch.” You spoke so quietly that it was almost a whisper that the two couldn’t hear.

“Oh.” He blinked as you put the bag on his desk, a fake smile plastered on your face that even though he was your lover, he couldn’t tell how forced it was. “Thank you.”

That was all he said before he looked back at Dehya, continuing to talk about eremites in the desert.

You felt your heart break into a million pieces and you slowly turned to leave. They broke into a million more when he didn’t even say goodbye or notice your departure.

You closed the door quietly and ran once it closed, tears streaming down your tears as you rushed to get out of the Akademiya.

Although, in the library, you heard a mention of his name and had to stop just to listen.

“Have you seen the Scribe and Dehya lately? I heard they’re together.”

“Really? What about Y/N? Did they break up?”

“Probably. Alhaitham is far better off with Dehya either way, not Y/N.”

You felt more tears stream down your face, not bringing yourself to move as you kept listening to the disgusting things they said about you.

The only thing that brought you out of it was a hand on your shoulder and you looked up to see Kaveh staring at you, concern all over his face as his hand moved up from your shoulder to wipe your tears.

You let out a loud sniff, shoving his hand away before speaking. “He’s in his office, if you’re still looking for him.”

Before he could speak, you ran off, leaving the library and soon leaving the Akademiya.

Kaveh glared at Alhaitham’s office doors. Sure, he lost most of his arguments to Alhaitham, but this one he was gonna win as he marched his way into the office, forcing Dehya out before he started yelling at the grey-haired man.

You couldn’t stay in Sumeru anymore. That was it.

You had been completely humiliated in front of Dehya, Kaveh and now the entire Akademiya knows that Dehya is so much better off for Alhaitham.

Maybe being a forest ranger wasn’t too bad. It would mean hardly being in the main city and you wouldn’t have to see Alhaitham.

You were actually thinking about it as you started writing a letter addressed to Tighnari at the edge of your bed, but halfway through when you realized what you were doing and why, you started violently sobbing as you fell to your knees, the letter scrunched up on the ground beside you as you sobbed into the softness of the edge of the bed.

You didn’t even hear the door open.

When Kaveh came in screaming at Alhaitham, it certainly shocked him and Dehya. He had even gone as far to yell at Dehya to get out of the office and she did, running out.

He went on and on about how you were and with each word, Alhaitham’s heart started to break.

He hadn’t even realized how much he’d been neglecting you until Kaveh had to voice it out for you. He’s been so busy with work and choosing a new grand sage that he’s practically been ignoring you and treating you like a stranger.

When Kaveh said the sentence “at this point, Y/N would be a lot better with me since you can’t be a good boyfriend!” Alhaitham stormed out of the office, making his way straight home with no stops.

You were his and his only and fuck no were you ever going to be Kaveh’s. He loved you, WAY more than Kaveh ever will.

But it seemed like Kaveh loved you more than he did in the last month and he hated every part of himself for it.

When he got home, he heard your violent sobs and started rushing to your shared room, his heart breaking once more at the sight of you.

He went down on his knees and wrapping his arms around you, pulling your back to his chest with his arms wrapped around your waist as you shook with sobs in his arms.

“Haitham?”

“I’m so sorry.” He spoke, his head resting against your shoulder as his own tears came out. “I’m so fucking sorry. You didn’t deserve what I did to you this past month, and I understand if you’re mad and want to leave me. Words can’t express how sorry I am, but I promise I will take the next few weeks off. Even if they tell me no, I’ll go against them and stay with you. My sweet, pretty girl, I love you- so so so much and a LOT more than Kaveh. You’re perfect, so so so perfect for me. Perfect face, eyes, mouth-“

He paused to press kisses all over your cheek, making you giggle through your cries and bringing a smile to your face. “My lips love you. My hands love you. I’ll go as far to say my dick loves you. Everything about me loves you. You’re perfect for me- everything about you is perfect for me. Screw anyone else, I just want you baby.”

The next hour went by with him saying constant reassurances while kissing you all over. He had even ripped apart the letter you wrote for Tighnari, saying you’ll never leave his side and certainly won’t work for another man where he can’t even see you.

He held you close that night, making sure you were warm after all the cold nights.

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yameoto · 6 months

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BOTLIST — DIRECTIONARY

alphabetically ordered. fandom to character. cai account , jai account.

FANDOMS

▸ GEN V / THE BOYS

andre anderson ✄ | he's been cheating on you.

luke riordan ✦ | your one-sided rivalry is cute. ✄ | revenge cheating is totally healthy.

marie moreau ✦ | it's always the same nightmare. ✦ | she likes you more than a friend should.

queen maeve ✦ | you’re her handler. ✲ | are all PR relationships this difficult? ✦ | she can take care of herself.

sam riordan ✦ | helping him fit in. ✦ | you've escaped together.

soldier boy ✦ | he's your favourite test subject.

victoria nueman ✦ | you're giving her gray hairs. ✦ | your wife's a fucking supe.

▸ SCREAM

amber freeman ✦ | you’re no good for each other. ★ | you and your girlfriends. (+tara!)

tara carpenter ✧ | she's ghostface. ✦ | so she's a little clingy.. so what? ★ | you and your girlfriends. (+amber!)

▸ YELLOWJACKETS

jackie taylor ✦ | you're too drunk for this. (+shauna!)

tai turner ★ | you all adore each other. (+van!) ✄ | you're her mistress.

van palmer ☩ | she’s a werewolf. ★ | you all adore each other. (+tai!)

▸ MISC.

sadie harper ✦ | you were her best friend. selina kyle ⚤ | you're her transmasc son.

︻╦╤─ ҉ – – 💣⌇REMINDER . . — symbol index ! . . 💥 ! ! !

✧ au canon

✦ non au canon

✘ ex au

✲ fake dating au

☩ supernatural au

✄ cheating au

⚤ trans/nb au

★ multiple in one

#yam’s navi #navigation #masterlist #bot—requests

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won4ver · 1 month

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prompts + dialogues list [part 2]

you can request up to 3 at a time (in total) + feel free to use :)

you both surprise each other with a bouquet of flowers

*person one* goes to whisper in *person two*’s ear but they accidentally trip and kiss *person two*’s cheek instead

*person one* is scared so *person two* gives them one of their earbuds

*person one* and *person two* take turns playing songs for each other (ex. taking turns rating each others songs)

*person one* surprises *person two* with a mixtape they made for them

*person one* surprises *person two* with a small tattoo dedicated to them (ex. *person two* drew a doodle on *person one*’s arm and *person one* got it tattooed)

*person one* acts like they’re leaning in to kiss *person two* but at the last second they swerve to the side and whispers an affirmation in their ear (ex. “i’m so proud of you”, “you did so well”)

*person one* confesses to *person two* through a cootie catcher (ex. they write “i’m in love with you” under each number)

*person one* is going out of town for a few nights and *person two* gifts them a blanket/pillowcase with *person two*’s face on it

*person one* is sick in bed and *person two* sings them a song while playing the guitar to help *person one* fall asleep

everyone is sitting together but *person one* can’t stop staring at *person two* and everyone except for *person two* noticed

*person one* is performing on stage and they make eye contact with fan!*person two* and forgets a line / stutters

*person one* hears someone talking bad about *person two* and fights them, not knowing *person two* saw the whole thing

*person one* refuses to bandage *person two*’s wounds until they promise to stop getting into fights

*person one* holds grudges and acts sassy when *person two* talks to them (ex. *person two* won an arm wrestle and *person one* refused to drop their attitude until they did a rematch and won)

*person one* can’t stop watching *person two* with a fond smile on their face even though *person two* isn’t doing anything special (ex. they’re studying together, they’re playing video games)

tsundere!*person one* and bubbly!*person two* do skincare together but when it comes time to clean it off *person one* refuses to take it off unless *person two* does it for them

“do you love me?” “who told you that I didn’t?”

“you don’t need to be scared around me, I’ll never let anything harm you”

without looking up at *person two* *person one* was able to draw *person two* perfectly from memory

*person one* gives *person two* the bigger half because they know how much *person two* adores that specific food

*person one* remembers everything that *person two* tells them and *person two* didn’t realize until their friends brought it up

“I wouldn’t mind living forever, as long as you’re with me”

*person one* hated *person two*’s drink but still switched drinks with *person two* because they noticed that *person two* preferred theirs

*person one* noticed that the chef messed up *person two*’s order and switched their plates before *person two* noticed (ex. they both don’t like tomatoes and ordered their burgers without it but when it came to the table *person one* noticed that they left the tomatoes in *person two*s)

*person one* refuses to began their performance until *person two* arrives (ex. *person one* signed up for a talent show but refused to go onto stage until they saw *person two* come through the entrance)

*person one* was nervous about doing something without *person two* but when they reached into their pocket they found a slip of paper, one that had a little good luck message and/or a doodle on it

*person one* gives *person two* their cherished good luck charm because *person one* couldn’t find their own

while playing a game with their friend group *person one* noticed *person two* cheating and instead of telling anyone they decided to help them cheat instead (ex. they were playing monopoly and *person two* was in charge of the properties and *person one* was the bank teller. *person one* saw *person two* sneaking different property cards into their pile but instead of reacting *person one* decided to start passing *playing two* some bills under the table)

“my lips hurt, can you kiss them better?”

“you look so pretty in my clothes, but I have to say that my arm around your shoulder suits you way more”

“you’re my favourite part of me”

“I don’t think you should smile at anyone other than me, I can’t have them falling in love with my *petname*”

they’re at a concert with their friends but they’re the only two people standing up and dancing to the music

during an important speech *person one* mentions *person two” knowing their relationship wasn’t public yet

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secret-sturniolo · 6 months

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SFW Alphabet - Matt Sturniolo

a/n - please remember these are only my opinions! You are allowed to disagree, but be respectful about it!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

In private, his hands are all over you, giving you hugs, kisses, cuddles, everything. He doesn't like PDA though, so in public the most he would do is hold your hand,

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Hes the kind of guy you would meet through a friend of a friend, and it's kindof a slow-burn friendship where things start slow, but get serious really quickly. He would always be there for you, assuring you that you can come to him about anything, and telling you how much you mean to him.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loooves being the big spoon and falling asleep with you in his arms.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Matt totally wants to have a family some day, when the time is right. He would try to help out around the house as much as he can, sometimes even doing more work than you.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would try his best to end things on civil terms, letting you know that he would still be there for you if you ever needed anything. However, if he was breaking up with you for reasons like being cheated on, he would lose all respect for you and cut you out completely.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Matt would love to get married to the love of his life. For timing, he would kind of feel things out with you. He doesn't want to rush anything, but also wouldn't say no to a spur of the moment engagement if things felt right.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He is the most gentle, empathetic person you have ever met. He seems so in tune with his own, and your emotions, not afraid to have tough conversations about them.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Yes! Hugs from behind are his favorite. When he hugs you, the smell of him, whether it be his cologne or shampoo, makes you feel so calm and content.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes him a little bit, maybe a few weeks or a month, but he wants you to know exactly how much he cares about you so he isn't afraid to say it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He's kind of a toss up. Most of the time he is not a jealous person and doesn't mind when you talk to other guys in a friendly way, but say you were somewhere like a party and guys were coming up to you, he would take you away from them, wanting you all to himself.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Matt is suchhhh a good kisser. Sometimes, he will cover your whole face in kisses while you giggle and try to escape his arms. He loves it when you leave small kisses on his jaw or even the tip of his nose.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He adores little children. He loves to make them laugh, or smile and wave at kids in passing. He gives off major "cool dad" vibes.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Some mornings, you both have work to do so you have to get up. Other mornings, you just lay in each other's arms, talking about whatever comes to mind.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Late nights with Matt are the best. There are a variety of activities you guys like to do. Sometimes you will play video games with him, throw a movie on, go for a drive, or get food. Sometimes his brothers are there too, but if there's ever a time you just want to be alone with him, he agrees, no questions asked.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Matt is a pretty open book with most things, encouraging you to be vulnerable with him, too. He feels very comfortable with you, and he trusts that you would keep things between you and him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

With most people, especially his brothers, he is super short tempered. With you? Everything changes. He honestly enjoys it when you do things to purposely annoy him.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Matt is super attentive, not wanting to forget anything. Things like your birthday, middle name, favorite color, favorite song? He knows them all.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He would cherish all the small moments shared between him and you, that only the two of you would know about.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He gets protective sometimes in settings like parties or events, but he also knows that you can hold your own most of the time. He's always close by if you need him, though.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He is on his A game 100% of the time! He wants every moment with you to be special.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He knows you don't like it when he bites his nails, and he tries his hardest not to with your help.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He knows he's good looking, but he also doesn't have a big ego about it. He wants to look presentable, but doesn't usually put a lot of work into outfits or hairstyles.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Somewhat? He loves being with you, but also respects that you two are separate people and you need to do things separately sometimes.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

This man lowkey knows how to cook (as long as he has a recipe).

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

We all know how much he hates ketchup. In a person, he doesn't like people who try too hard to be cool or impress him. Ultimately, if he feels like he can't connect with you, he won't want to be around you.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Because he stays up so late, he tends to sleep in until late afternoon. He has a hard time falling asleep if you aren't with him, wrapped in his arms.

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #angst #fluff #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets imagine #imagine #fanfic #nick sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader

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ping-ping-ying · 9 months

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UNO Night

Note: Another game night for the boys! And just like last time, it's chaotic 🤩

The one player who ALWAYS has the best cards

Only uses the draw 4+ or draw 2+ cards on Kaveh unless someone used a reverse card

Gets skipped a lot by Cyno

Hates when he loses to Kaveh and Cyno

Uses the blank rule card on Kaveh the most and it’s always something complicated that makes Kaveh lose his shit

Loses his patience when Kaveh drops back to back skip cards or draw 2+ cards (karmas a bitch)

Played drunk Uno one time and it didn’t end well, it takes a lot for Alhaitham to get drunk so when he did get drunk you best believe the other three take advantage of him even if they’re drunk too

Drunk Alhaitham is more susceptible to manipulation from the others

They made Alhaitham believe he cheated and made him draw 25

He also did a bunch of questionable things that night that he doesn’t remember but the group has photos as blackmail

Him or Cyno always shuffles the deck because Tighnari and Kaveh CAN NOT be trusted

Only cheats when everyone is really drunk

When he cheats he only steals Kavehs cards or Cyno, but mainly Kaveh

Almost fist fought Kaveh for dropping back to back skip cards for every turn when he had one card left

The king of always slamming down draw 2+ cards

Draw 2+ cards feel more petty than draw 4+ cards which is why he loves them (totally not projecting lol)

He always has them, either at the start, middle, or end of the game

Alhaitham is always the victim of his draw 2+ cards

Physically cringes whenever he gets skipped

Has definitely had a psychical altercation with Tighnari over cheating allegations

Let’s be real, Kaveh is never beating the cheating allegations because he does cheat

They throw cards at each other before every argument (him and tighnari)

Has won UNO three times in a row and was accused of cheating by everyone (tbh this time he wasn’t sksks)

BRAGS whenever he wins, Cyno and Alhaitham roll their eyes while Tighnari verbally shit talks him

Complains whenever he gets skipped by Alhaitham ONLY

When he gets drunk, he either talks more than usual or falls asleep in the middle of the game

When he does fall asleep, Alhaitham or Tighnari would steal his cards despite Cyno’s objections

Quite literally hates the swap hands card, even more than the skip card

Kaveh is always ready to trash talk anyone who beats him

Hits Alhaitham whenever he is grabs a good card, it’s a little habit he has and Alhaitham doesn’t really mind it as long as it doesn’t hurt him

#1 Cheater !!

It’s hard to cheat in UNO but Tighnari always finds a way to do it

His victim is always Cyno, any skip, draw 4+ cards are always used on Cyno

Doesn’t use any of those cards on Kaveh, cheaters stick together

Argues with Cyno over the dumbest shit, making Cyno want to just shove a bread roll down Tighnaris throat

When Cyno accuses him of cheating, Tighnari gaslights him into thinking that he is the one cheating and toit works half the time, it makes Alhaitham and Kaveh giggle

Has gotten into a pyschial altercation with Kaveh (both were drunk) and ended up being kicked out of the tavern, they both blamed Alhaitham and Cyno (who stayed to finish their game)

His favorite card would definitely by the rule card,

He creates the most OUTLANDISH rules for only Cyno to follow

Hates getting skipped (and pouts whenever he does get skipped)

Tighnari keeps the UNO deck at his residence, so he can mark cards (cheater <3)

Alhaitham targeted Tighnari one night and he lost eight times in a row, making the fox boy storm out the tavern

Has a terrible poker face, right next to Kaveh

Whenever he has the rule card, his ears twitch, and Cyno has to mentally prepare himself for another outlandish rule

Cyno figured out Tighnari’s marks on the card and he was banned from keeping the cards at his place

Whines and complains to Kaveh after every match if he loses to Cyno or Alhaitham but mainly Cyno

Stickler for the rules

His favorite card would have to be the wild cards

Those cards have saved him on so many occasions so he treasures them

Doesn’t argue but will get snippy with any of the three if he’s frustrated or losing

Targets Althaitham and Tighnari most nights but mainly Tighnari

Rarely gets drunk, but when he does (like Alhaitham) he’s easily manipulated into the other threes deceptions

Has shoved a bread roll down Tighnari’s throat one night for instigating an argument between him and Alhaitham

His least favorite card is the draw 2+ card, he doesn’t see the need for it so he never uses it unless he has to

Cyno is usually quiet, but on game nights he’s actually very talkative

Talks shit in the most eloquent way and it makes Tighnari cringe

Almost got into a psychial altercation with Alhaitham one night over a draw 4+ card (yes they both were drunk)

Will never admit it but he likes when he gets skipped, it gives him time to strategize his next move

It’s a no brainer but he has never cheated ever, even though he HAS thought about it a lot but he never goes through with it

The cards are kept at his residence and removes all the marks on the cards

Loves when Alhaitham loses to him, Tighanri too but mainly Alhaitham

Laid back when playing UNO, unlike how he in during BINGO nights

I am so sorry you had to wait 4 months for a new post! I am slacking so bad rn skssks. It's because I've been going through some changes mentally and psychically that consumes my whole day and leaves me unmotivated to write anything. But don't worry, I'm coming back, slowly but surely! I got some Jujutsu Kaisen stuff in the works in honor of season 2, so stay tuned for that!!

-Ping Ping

-07/23/23 8:09pm

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chaoscradle · 1 year

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Totally wrote an essay in @booksandpaperss (hope it’s okay to tag you!) post and I wanted to make it into an actual post so here I am!

The Wheelers are so incredibly mischaracterized by a lot of people, to the point where sometimes it’s not even the same character anymore. The only exception is Holly, and that’s because we haven’t seen much of her.

I see Karen characterized mainly as a completely emotionally neglectful and dismissive mom who is fully conservative and very much traditional.

Karen isn’t a good mom, but we see her reach out to both Mike and Nancy in s1 and Nancy again in s3. In addition, yes, we see the Wheelers with a conservative sign on the lawn, but we do know that Karen isn’t fully traditional. She urges Nancy to follow the story in season 3 despite the misogyny, and she makes it very clear that that isn’t her line of thinking. She’s not the best parent, but she’s not an asshole either.

Ted is emotionally distant and definitely not a good father. He’s never shown to really connect with Mike or Nancy, instead we really only see them interact negatively with each other. This doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about his kids though- he’s shown to be asleep with Holly in season 3, and he does contribute to disciplining Mike and Nancy (although not well at all, he really only made things worse).

Nancy has two characterizations I see that sit wrong with me, the first being her as a prize to win and a slut, the second being heartless.

Nancy is very independent and doesn’t need a man in her life to function, and seeing her as a prize is incredibly sexist. As for being called a slut, she had sex with Steve because she thought that was what she was meant to do, and she cheated with Jonathan because she loved him and made the mistake of not waiting. The characters are flawed and make mistakes, it’s what makes them interesting and realistic. On top of that, many characters are forgiven for their mistakes, but Nancy is constantly being held to hers.

The second characterization I mentioned was heartless. She’s sometimes characterized as not caring about anyone else’s feelings at all, incredibly argumentative and void of any of Nancy’s real personality. Yes, Nancy is independent and a badass, but she cares for other people. She’s stubborn but also kind.

She’s more than The Girl In A Love Triangle, and she’s also more than The Girl With A Gun.

Mike is heavily misunderstood due to some not understanding his arc, as well as us not being able to see from his pov the past few seasons. He’s interpreted as a whiny, moody brat who doesn’t care about anyone except for El. He’s a shitty boyfriend too, for pretty much no reason other than his parents not really loving each other.

Mike is, in fact, a shitty boyfriend to El. He can’t say “I love you” to her face. He can’t even write it. Believe it or not, it’s because he doesn’t love her. He struggled with conformity and internalized homophobia, causing him to have repressed his feelings for Will and trying to force himself to love El instead.

Mike is kind of a whiny, moody brat, but so many people treat it as his only trait. They forget that he’s a leader, a planner, someone the Party looks to when they’re in trouble, etc. They’re far from his only traits. Mike also struggles with his mental health, and it’s something very overlooked by the GA. He canonly has depression and PTSD, and we see signs of it throughout all the seasons, even in season 1. A lot of his withdrawing behavior and acting out in season 2 and 4 is perceived as him being bratty and a bad friend, when in reality it’s his mental health. In season 3 when he was “written badly”, he was affected by his internalized homophobia and external pressures to be normal, causing him to spend most of his time kissing El.

Mike also cares about his friends. A lot. He fights every season for them, he’s been dubbed “The Heart”, he jumped off a cliff for one. Again, his mental health, internalized homophobia, and conformity caused him to struggle with himself and consequentially pull away from his friends and lash out at them.

#I have no idea if any of this makes sense #or if it’s organized absolutely awfully #really sorry if it is but I kinda just threw my thoughts onto my phone #stranger things #karen wheeler #ted wheeler #nancy wheeler #mike wheeler #byler #jancy #< both target audiences #anti stancy #anti mileven #anti milkvan #byler tumblr #holly wheeler #< shes mentioned like once

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talesof-old · 2 years

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skinny dipping and stargazing | r.b.

pairing: robin buckley x fem!reader

warning(s): 18+, soft!robin, skinny dipping in lovers lake, wlw relationship in the 80s so a lil homophobia mentioned, soft smut, fingering, thigh riding, shitty written love confessions, not edited

word count: 2.2k

request? yes or no

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Your kids were busy celebrating their victory over the campfire, laughing and yelling as they teased each other and told stories about how they won. Robin’s kids were still sulking, though several seemed to not care about the loss, instead choosing to make s’mores with the other campers. You giggled to yourself, You’d never been all that competitive, but it made you happy to see the kids so enthusiastic about something.

Robin was sulking, sitting on a log a little ways back from the fire to allow the kids more room. Stealing a glance at Eddie, the other counselor for your cabin, you quietly slipped away and wandered over to her.

She barely looked at you.

You smiled, nudging her side with your elbow. She leaned into you, a whine already on her lips.

“What was totally unfair. It’s the third time your cabin has won! I should demand another game in protest of your clear cheating.” You rolled your eyes at her dramatics.

She crossed her arms and glared into the fire, though her lips were twitching into that smile you knew all too well.

“Robs, don’t worry. I’m sure your cabin will beat mine in the swim competition they’re having on Monday.”

She groaned, arms flailing as she turned to you. You laughed, knocking your thigh against hers and ignoring the way she flushed red and the look on her face turned bashful. You two hadn’t had any free time in the last two weeks to sneak off together. It showed in the way you leaned close to her, cuddling up to her side and resting your head on her shoulder.

She tensed up slightly, presumably looking around before gently resting her on yours.

“Do you wanna go down to the lake?”

Eddie had brought along his old acoustic guitar and was strumming to some song one of the kids had requested as Robin debated your proposal. The idea of leaving this all to have some alone time with you was tempting, though these past two weeks had given her time to consider your situation.

It was safe to say she was terrified.

When the two of you first started your little arrangement to get each other off, Robin’s infatuation with you was just that, an infatuation. Recently, it had morphed into something else entirely. She was beginning to notice the way your eyes sparkled when you spoke about the things that made you passionate. The way your entire face lit up when you saw her. The way your smile calmed something deep inside of her.

She had it bad. Even Steve had taken to teasing her about it, though she’d made him swear not to tell anyone. But she was determined to tell you. Better to rip off the band-aid all at once than in tiny increments.

You drew away, blinking in confusion at her lack of response. “Sure.”

The two of you stole glances around to see if anyone was watching and when you determined they weren’t, you made your escape. Walking to the lake at night was peaceful, though you were almost positive you’d seen Nancy and Jonathan sneak off into the woods at some point. Robin giggled, throwing an arm around your shoulders and drawing you close. You let her, reveling in the feeling of her skin against yours. Both of you were sticky with sweat and bug spray and sunscreen, but you honestly wouldn’t have it any other way. Robin had this special way of making you feel like nothing else mattered.

“I heard a rumor that Chrissy is planning on breaking up with Jason.” You whispered, the dock finally making an appearance, the dim crescent moon just barely shining on the water. Robin gasped loudly, already disappearing into the kayak shack to grab a blanket. You perched on the old wood, slipping off your socks and tennis shoes to dip your toes in the water.

“Here we go!” Robin came bounding up behind you, the wooden planks squeaking as she nearly stomped her way towards you. You giggled. There was something endearing about the way she moved.

“I can’t believe that, Jason is like, head over heels in love with her.” You shrugged, helping her straighten out the old and worn blanket to sit on. The fabric was soft against your bare skin. Already, your next words were leaving your lips.

“Apparently, she’s leaving him for a girl.” Robin’s eyes widened, thrown off guard just enough to nearly tumble into the water. She yelped, your hands shooting out to steady her thighs.

“Jesus.”

You shifted, laying down while still keeping your feet in the water. Robin settled beside you, keeping her eyes on you. You wiggled nervously. She sighed, reaching over and grasping your hand.

“Can I tell you something? It’s kinda personal so you’re not allowed to judge me.” The seriousness in her raspy voice had you propping yourself up onto your elbows. Her eyes stayed trained on you, the blue in her eyes swallowed by her pupils.

“I’ve been in love with you since freshman year.”

Your lips parted, your heartbeat going from its normal beating to an accelerated thundering in your ears. The way she was staring at you had your mind blanking, every thought immediately halting as you processed what she said.

She flushed a deep red, though there wasn’t enough light to make out her features well.

“Say something, please.”

You blinked and then started, pressing your lips against hers in a searing kiss. When you first started this whole friends with benefits, you’d pushed aside your crush on her thinking it would go away.

You’d kept those feelings bottled up to avoid losing her, despite Eddie’s constant groaning that she felt the same way.

She melted into your touch, both of her hands cradling your face as you leaned over her. She pulled you closer, sighing into your mouth until you pulled away.

“I’m in love with you too.”

Her responding grin was brighter than the sun. You kissed her forehead before shuffling away, hands already tugging your shirt over your head. She gaped as you moved, stripping yourself of your clothes and smiling as you felt her eyes trailing down your body.

“Wanna join me?”

She was scrambling to her feet, nearly falling in again, tossing her clothes next to yours. You laughed, jumping off the edge of the dock and into the inky water. It was colder than you expected, but it was a welcome reprieve from the humid summer air. You surfaced, pushing your hair out of your face.

Robin clumsily removed her shoes and pants, falling into the water with a squeak. You grinned, tilting your head back to look at the stars in the sky. With the moon just a sliver, you could see thousands of twinkling lights in the sky. Robin surfaced near you, already reaching for you despite the hair covering her face.

Endearment pinched your heart and you slid your hands over her arms, tugging her closer. She laughed, finally dunking her head underwater and slicking her hair back. You pressed your body against hers. She felt soft, warm flesh creasing under your palms as you felt

up her sides.

She let out a soft moan as your fingers trailed upwards, ghosting over her nipples and coming up to cup her face.

“What does that make us?”

Her words were raspy with emotion, and you leaned your forehead against hers, noses brushing.

“Whatever we’re comfortable with. If you want to stay friends, that’s fine. If you want more than that, I’ll gladly tell everyone that my girlfriend is the best person in the world.”

Even if it means losing everyone else.

She bit her lip, suppressing a wide smile as best as she could before giving you a quick kiss. You giggled into it, drawing back enough to nuzzle your face in her neck and enjoy the quiet.

These moments were rare with how busy the two of you were. Water lapped at the skin of your chests and you peppered her neck with kisses, soft sighs leaving her mouth. Robin’s hands trailed up your back, slowly mapping out the curves of your body. You arched into her, both of your feet just barely touching the ground.

Time seemed to pass both too slowly and too quickly before the two of you emerged from the water, dripping on the old blanket as you stared at the stars. The night sky was clear enough that you could just make out the Milky Way. You pointed to a collection of stars, whispering a soft, “I think that’s Hercules.”

Robin was staring at you.

“Beautiful.”

You turned to her, face soft with fondness.

“Hm?”

She turned back to look at the sky, shaking her head.

“I mean the stars, y’a know? They’re super beautiful on nights like this, you can see everything, you know? Stars are always super cool.”

You giggled at her ramblings and grasped her hand, moving so you were sitting right beside her. “You’re allowed to be cheesy every once in a while, y’a know?” She groaned, turning her face away from you. Steve had often remarked that she didn’t even try flirting with you, though you might disagree.

She’d always had her own way of showing she cared, whether that was always remembering your favorite things or complimenting you even when you didn’t put any effort in. It was the little

touches that no one noticed and the secret glances that left you with butterflies that truly spoke to how she cared for you. You rolled your eyes at her.

“Well seeing as I’m your girlfriend now, I’m gonna demand you tell me I’m beautiful every single day.”

Robin huffed a laugh and reached out for you, the motion giving you the courage to do what you’d originally set out to do.

You threw a bare leg over her hips and settled there, leaning down to kiss her again. She gripped your hips, lips parting in surprise before reciprocating your actions. The two of you were completely naked, the dim moonlight shining on every one of your curves. Robin kneaded circles into your thick thighs, tracing every dimple and contour as you slowly began rolling your hips. There wasn’t enough friction to do anything, but it still felt good. You shifted, moving to straddle one of her legs and bump her mound against your thigh. She jolted at the feeling.

You grinned. Sex with Robin was always good, but the idea of being with her for real seemed to stop your heart in your chest. Her palms squeezed your thighs and you began to rock against her, humming at the feeling of your lips dragging against her leg. She clearly wasn’t expecting this, fingers digging into your skin as she settled into your rhythm. Her head fell backwards as her clit rubbed against you. You brought your hands to her waist, angling her hips upwards so you could rub her clit as she moved. She gasped at the feeling.

While the two of you certainly had usual roles you fell into, Robin loved when you took the lead. It was a weight off her shoulders, a way of quieting insecurities that constantly told her that you didn’t feel the same way. That she had to please you to make you stay. Here, under the moon, she realized that she didn’t truly care. If she had to please you the rest of her life, by God, she would.

You circled your thumb around her clit, a soft moan tumbling past your lips as you felt her cunt clench around nothing. Your thigh was slick now, an ache settling between your legs as you watched her slowly come undone beneath you. Her thighs shook with pleasure, the soft vibration enough to have you gasping. She moaned loudly when you kept up your pace, letting her rock back and forth on your thigh as her climax approached. Leaning forward, you latch your mouth onto her taut nipples, swirling your tongue over the hardened flesh. Her back arched into you, skin pressed against yours, moans tumbling past her lips.

You grinned, breathless at the sight before you and the feeling between your legs.

“That feel good, baby? You look so pretty.”

Her nipples shone in the dim light and you pressed your lips to hers, swallowing the noises she made as she teetered on the edge of climax. She clenched around nothing, dripping all over your thigh as her hips moved. Her legs began shaking, a choked noise leaving her lips as the coil in her snapped. Her abdomen tensed, her body nearly vibrating from the feeling as you helped her ride out her orgasm. You rubbed circles into her skin with the hand on her hip.

Robin’s head fell to the crook of your neck, softly kissing at your neck as she came down. You nuzzled into her hair, still rocking on her thigh, mindful of keeping your leg away from her cunt.

“You didn’t finish.”

You smiled, drawing away and shooting her a playful look.

“There’s still plenty of time for that.”

#stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things volume 2 #stranger things vol 1 #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #robin buckley smut

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caitlynskitten · 27 days

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Ngl, I’m totally obsessed with this whole idea, Wednesday being a sex toy for the girls (consensually of course) where if they ever need like you said stress relief or if they’re just horny or stuff like that

And Wednesday loves it as well. Cause in the end, she wants people to trust and people that trust her. And although it’s different than she could’ve ever expected, this whole setup is exactly that, trust all around.

ANYWAY, BACK TO HORNY!!

I feel like Yoko has the most fun with this, not in a mean way, though she does play like it because of her previous feud with Wednesday. Honestly, this pretty much just helps feed their feud lol. Sometimes, Yoko will have Wednesday warm her strap while she does her homework, which is humiliatingly hot to Wednesday, especially when Yoko does her best to get the raven as riled up as she can.

But Wednesday certainly gets her revenge later on when she overstims Yoko to the point of passing out. She even concocts a spell that keeps Yoko going, so she’s always just barely on the edge of it being too much and her still loving it.

Basically, just like their feud, it’s all in good fun and they both love trying to one up each other and get on each other’s nerves.

Oh my god that’s so hot!!! I love the idea that Wednesday and Yoko are trying to one up each other and everytime they hook up they try to go more extreme on each other. With their consent ofc. I also love the idea on how this brings them closer and closer together.

Of all the girls that Wednesday fucks or gets fucked by, Yoko is horny almost all the time so she always visits the wenclair room every night. End of course doesn’t mind and in fact likes watching them. Sometimes she has to do their homework and their moans and screams can be a bit much so she’ll wear headphones. But every now and then she wants to check on them so she turns around and is happy to see Wednesday fucking Yoko hard while Yoko’s arms are tied up above her head ♥️

Bonus: Eugene has a suspicion about Yoko everytime he walks by the wenclair room cus he sees her walk out every morning. He thinks Yoko is cheating on Divina so he goes to Divina’s room and tells her but Divina said that she’s not only okay with it but she’s actually headed there right now to get fucked before her morning class ♥️

#asks #rachelsfav queer #wenclair nsft #nsft writing #nsft fic #nsft asks #wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #yoko tanaka #Netflix

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seireitonin · 7 months

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Ben and Sally getting along fluff when??? /j (no shipping lmao) ik probably not canon but AHHHHH

(Tee hee this is so cute. Since you put Ben and not BEN, I’m going to talk about the 12 year old boy and not the evil entity.)

•Since Sally and Ben both died pretty long ago they’re actually more mature than they look

• Sally for nostalgias sake, loves to play tea party still

•After all tea party was her favorite when she was alive in the 60s!

•Ben being born in the 90s and a boy who didn’t play it when he was alive, doesn’t fully get it, but joins her anyway. It’s like having a sister for him

• Sally who was born in the late 50s and died in the late 60s, doesn’t understand video games all that well but still plays with Ben the best she can

• Ben will sometimes let her win because he likes seeing her smile and cheer

• Ben loves playing hide and seek with her (fun fact it’s canon that Ben loves playing hide and seek :3)

• Sally kinda cheats by turning invisible though

• They find comfort in each other, both of them being children who were lonely and being tricked into dying

• They feel normal with each other, as if they never died and have a chance at growing up and being normal

• They stay up all night eat candy and watch their favorite movies together

• No need for health and sleep when you’re both already dead!

• Since they’re from different decades the movie choices are very different with all of Sally’s favorite movies being from the 40s-early 60s and Ben’s being from the 90s-early 2000s

• It’s like stepping into different decades for both of them and they love learning about each others time periods

• Despite popular belief, Ben’s actually a quiet and sweet kid

• Sally does more haunting than he does, most of his haunting is unintentional

• But he does watch her, thinks it’s interesting how scared people get.

• She’s just a little girl, right? What’s so scary about her? (She literally shows up in the darkness, bloody and talking in a creepy voice saying “play with me”) but they’re just overreacting! She’s totally normal in his eyes.

•Sally draws Ben pictures a lot!

• If Ben’s playing an RPG and he has the option to make his party members look how he wants them too, he’ll always base them off Sally and shows her

• This makes her beam with joy every time!

•Sally will watch him play video games and ask questions about literally everything

• He’ll answer all of them, he loves talking about video games and everything in them anyway and it makes him happy that Sally is interested

• Video games were his absolute favorite thing when he was alive that hasn’t changed now that he’s dead

• Sally knows that so she will absolutely let him talk forever about them, especially about how much he loves Link

• Sally’s favorite food is Lady Fingers

• Ben’s favorite is Pizza Rolls

• So they often bring each other those foods as presents

• (Ben has to ‘borrow’ lady fingers from the bakery in town, he doesn’t know how to make them lol)

• Sally and Ben don’t knock to enter each others rooms, they just appear like the ghosts they are

• Since Ben had trouble making friends growing up, he’s so grateful for Sally

• Sally’s grateful for him too, she feels so safe around him

• They’re basically attached at the hip

• Ben let’s Sally wear his hat

• Sally likes floating around with Ben, it’s something only the two of them can do together

• Loves floating in the sky with him when the stars are out

• Yay friendship!

#creepypasta #ben drowned #creepypasta fandom #sally williams #fluff #creepypastafluff #creepypasta characters #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta headcanon

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rafecameronsmistress · 1 year

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WHO AM I?

[description] Fem Reader x John B x JJ Maybank

[summary] John B “king of the pogues” is the ideal boyfriend and i love him. JJ; the living breathing example of a pogue, he’s desirable but off limits.. or is he?

[cw + tw] 18+ CONTENT - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT - lots and lots of smut, alcohol, smoking marijuana, strong language, cheating, angst, self hatred, self degrading talk

[authors note] After watching OBX 3 i’ve been inspired to write. Every male character is beautiful in their own way so why not use that to my advantage and compose delicious smut content? Open to feedback and requests!

THIS IS QUITE LONG BUT WORTH IT

WARNING SMUT AHEAD

Enjoy 🖤

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it’s friday night at the chateau, you and John B are loading beers into the fridge and making space for your friends to sleep when they pass out drunk

John B cracks one open and slumps into the couch, he takes a long sip slurping the bubbles loudly

“i love friday’s” he says with a mischievous grin on his face

“oh yeah, why’s that?” i laugh knowing a stupid remark is about to come from his mouth

“i love them because i get to drink the same amount of beer i drink on a week day but it’s the weekend so its acceptable!” he chuckles to himself

“you’re so dumb” i joke

i grab a beer for myself and walk outside, the warm summer air hugs my skin and i plop myself into a lawn chair

7pm on the dot i hear the ripping of JJ’s dirt bike coming down the pathway, he’s never late for “beer o’clock” as we call it here

Kie and Sarah text me in a group chat:

- “hey y/n we’re just grabbing something to smoke from Rafe and then we’re headed over love you!!!”

- “LOL perfect, love you guys too” i reply

John B comes out of the house with a slam to the screen door “JJ” he barks like a college frat boy throwing an ice cold beer in his direction

without hesitation JJ punches a hole in the side and shot guns his first beer of the night, he crushes the can and tosses it behind him with confidence

he gives me a warm smile and salutes me, i giggle and salute back

John B and i have been dating for a few months, he’s amazing, everything a girl could want

but JJ and i have always had this chemistry that neither of us will admit, everybody says he likes me

it makes nights like these difficult, full of alcohol, and natural flirting

John B and JJ have been best friends forever, i would never do anything to ruin that

in the distance i see the next two pouges waltzing up the driveway, Pope and Cleo

they’re a new couple and totally in love, they’re walking hand in hand and Cleo is skipping swinging Popes arm out of excitement, i get up from my chair and wave

John B starts a fire, Pope grabs chairs for Cleo and i, and JJ takes the last sip of his second beer and lets out a ridiculous burp that makes us all laugh

“thank you,” he says proudly and bows

Kie and Sarah are here now and my heart feels full, i look forward to this every friday, i love my friends with all my being and i would never want to be anywhere else

11 o’clock at night

we all have a good buzz going when Sarah says “let’s play pong!”

i jump out of my seat, i love pong, i’m good at it

“i’m in, teams?” i look at John B who is clearly undressing me with his glazed over eyes, “i’ll watch” he smirks, i can’t help but blush, he makes me feel good about myself

JJ steps in “i’ll play with you y/n” i smile and nod

JJ and I against Sarah and Kie

I instantly sink 2 cups “balls back!” i yell competitively

“ohhhh shit you guys are so fucked,” JJ laughs and points in the girls direction, we sink another ball, now it’s Sarah and Kie’s turn, they both miss and laugh hysterically barely able to stand on their own two feet

JJ and I bend down at the same time to retrieve the balls and collide heads, knocking me on my ass

he stares at me in fear he’s hurt me, i spit out a laugh and he lets out a big sigh and puts out his hand to help me up

just before he pulls me up we stand still hand in hand, staring into each others eyes, a split second felt like an eternity, i shake my head and climb up

1 o’clock in the morning

we’re all back by the fire, Cleo is asleep under Popes sweatshirt, Pope and JJ are smoking a joint, Sarah and Kie made their way inside to John B’s couch where they will crash for the night

John B stands up, giving me a drunk horny smile and signals me to follow him inside

“ew Pope look.. they’re going to have sex!” JJ laughs jokingly, they both crack up from being cross faded and having a childish sense of humor

“wrap it up my guy” Pope instructs John B, then takes a long drag of the joint, i laugh at the two idiots and cover my face with my hands

John B leads me into his room basically walking sideways, he falls straight back onto his bed then props himself on his elbows “come here” he seduces with the sexiest smile

i climb onto his bed and on top of him, he’s laying on his back now while i stare down at him

“i just fucking love you” he slurs, he cups my face in his hands and pulls me down to kiss him, his kisses are sloppy and his breath is rapid

his hands were massaging all over my body at a very rapid pace, like he couldn’t stick it in me fast enough

i sit back up putting all of my weight on his rock solid bulge, he bites his bottom lip and tugs at my shirt “off” he demands

i pull my top off and he unbuckles my bra faster than i could blink, John B looks at my tits the way a dog looks at a medium rare sirloin steak

he sits up to meet my breasts and takes one in his mouth while he holds and massages the other

i run my fingers through his long silky hair and lay my head back as he sucks on my nipples

he pushes forward into me causing me to be on my back now, he pops my nipple out of his mouth and with one swift motion he removes his torn obx shirt and tosses it on the ground

as he comes back down his lips meet mine, he slithers a hand underneath me pulling my hips into his and i left out a soft moan

he trails his lips from my jaw, to the crook in my neck that makes my panties soak, to my nipple, my stomach, then just above my panty line

i buck my hips as an invitation for him to fully undress me and he does with ferocity, he leaves my panties on, i wore his favorite, emerald green with a clover and the words “lucky” embroidered on the front

he quite literally licks his lips at the sight of my soaking wet pussy, he places his thumb on my clit and starts massaging in circles

i inhale sharply and give him my best ‘fuck me’ eyes

John B leans forward and places a delicate kiss on my lips and sucks on my bottom lip as he pulls away

he moves back to my heat and licks the front of my panties top to bottom then kisses around her, she’s throbbing

at this point i’m literally aching for him to be inside of me “please” i beg

with fire in his eyes he pulls my undies down and spreads my legs as far apart as they can go, his tongue immediately making love to my hotspot

“oh fuuuck” i let out as i grip the bed sheets and wildly buck my hips

he pulls his mouth off of me and covers his middle and ring finger with saliva, he slowly pumps his fingers inside of me and continues to circle my clit with his tongue

he hits all the right spots and i can feel the build up “oh my go-“ i’m breathless “please don’t stop”

not another second goes by and my entire body is trembling and convulsing, my eyes glued shut and my mouth hanging open, i’m cumming so hard i can’t even make a sound

John B takes his fingers out of me and sucks all my insides off of himself

he pulls his shorts and boxers down, his cock flies out and smacks his stomach, he gathers spit in his hand to lube himself before he fucks me

“turn around” he says as he helps me get on all fours, i give him my best arch and grab hold of his pillow, doggy style is my favorite

my orgasm is dripping down my legs, he collects it and uses it to prepare my pussy

he slowly pushes into me and i melt underneath him

“fuuuck me” he groans with pure pleasure

im in such a euphoric state i dont care if anybody hears, im letting John B know he’s hitting all the right spots

he grabs both of my ass cheeks and uses them as leverage to fuck me faster

“you - feel - so - fucking - good” i cry out in sync with his thrusts

his force become erratic and sloppy as he’s about to finish “let me cum on your face” he pants

i quickly flip over onto my back and prop myself up on my elbows, i open my mouth wide and stick out my tongue out inviting his orgasm inside of me

he strokes himself twice before unleashing on me, i love watching him cum

my mouth is covered in John B’s babies, he grabs a towel to wipe my face

he cleans the last bit of himself off of my lips, his thumb pulling my mouth open, he kisses me long and hard

John B throws on a pair of pajama pants and dives into bed almost instantly falling asleep, i brace myself to stand up

i put on a pajama set that i keep here, it’s one that’s only meant for John B to see but i have nothing else to wear, i refuse to put my cum soaked shorts and undies back on

i walk to the bathroom with wobbly legs and an aching core

girl code: always pee after sex

i fix my hair and wipe off any mascara that was smudged before i head back outside

i’m not tired yet, i figure i’ll have another beer and sit by the fire a bit longer, i expect everyone to be gone or asleep by now it’s just about 2am

to my surprise JJ is staring into the dwindling fire, smoking a joint, and finishing off another beer

i give him an awkward smile while trying to cover myself, i’m in very tiny shorts and a very tiny spaghetti strap top, lilac purple and lined with lace, again, meant for John B only

his eyes scan my entire body and my cheeks burn red hot, he pulls a chair up next to him and pats it signaling me to sit

i take the offer and we sit in silence both zoning out into the fire, JJ offers me his joint, i take a few hits

the silence is deafening, we both want to speak but neither of us have the right words to say

JJ breaks the silence after a few minutes of awkwardness “soooooo sounds like you and John B were having fun”

oh my god, i don’t want to do this

“mhm.. didn’t think anybody was awake..” i bashfully reply

after slugging the last sip of beer number who knows??? JJ throws the empty can into the fire then puts his head into his hands

“i was awake.. heard the whole thing” he mumbles staring into the fire

this is weird, i have nothing to say, i don’t want to say or do the wrong thing,

i love John B. i love John B. i love John B.

“i’m gonna go to the bathroom and go to bed” i say suggesting he does the same “alright, i gotta use the bathroom too” he replied following me

“boys pee outside” i stated

he gave me a smirk and held up 2 fingers suggesting he doesn’t have to only pee, i roll my eyes and head inside, he follows

it’s so quiet inside my ears start to ring, i open the bathroom door and go to close it behind me when it stops short

i turn around and JJ’s boot is wedged in between, he pushes the door open and holds his finger to my mouth shushing me, he closes the door behind him and locks it in a singular motion

panic. absolute panic. there are five other people in this house. one of them being John B.

my eyes are basically bulging out of my head at this point “i know i know im sorry” JJ whispers “it’s just-“ he pauses

it’s just what? i silently mouth to him

“i can’t listen to him fuck you and not want to do the same” he said through gritted teeth

“JJ we can’t- i cant” i plead

my heart is screaming at the top of its lungs. ABORT MISSION. DO NOT ENGAGE. my cunt is screaming JUMP HIS BONES. LET HIM IN. ALL OF HIM.

JJ runs his hands through his hair and sighs “fuck it”

he aggressively places one hand on my hip and the other holding my jaw turning my head slightly to the side, he sucks the sweet spot on my neck that John B just had this mouth on

my head falls back giving him better access, my hands trail up his arms and into his messy hair, i give it a light tug and he nips my neck

JJ backs me up into the sink and presses his throbbing dick onto my stomach, it’s big

he gets down on his knees, he’s now eye to eye with my heat, he pulls down my pj shorts and discovers no panties, because they’re soaked with my cum on John B’s floor

he salivates at the sight, he looks up at me with those big blue eyes and licks the entire length of my slit, i can’t take my eyes off of him

this is wrong.

JJ stands back up, towering over me, looking down on me

i feel like a whore.

“turn around” he whispers in my ear, i turn and i’m faced with myself in the mirror

i am a whore.

there’s a cocky smile across his face while he stares back at me through the mirror, he slightly bends me over preparing me for his length

he pushes himself into me and i learn quickly he’s bigger than John B

i wince, my pussy is crying for help, with every thrust i feel worse about myself, but not enough to stop him, i want this

he feels so good, he feels so right

the sound of heavy breathing and a slight squeak of the sink fills the air

must. stay. quiet.

JJ slows the motions of his hips, really taking his time inside of me

i drop my head down and use all my strength to hold back the noises i so badly want to make

god, i wish we were elsewhere he deserves to hear me, i want him to know how good he makes me feel

he’s pumping into me at a steady pace not missing a beat, until he abruptly stops

“did you finish?” i whisper with confusion

his large cold hands weave through the back of my hair, he lifts my head by my hair and faces me toward the mirror and our eyes meet

“you’re gonna watch me fuck you” he asserted

he picks up the pace causing his hips to repeatedly clap on my ass, it’s loud

the sink squeaks louder

“JJ-“ i pant

he doesn’t respond, he pulls me toward him so my back is flush with his chest, his arms wrapped around me like a snake, one on my right boob and the other on my throat

his head is right beside mine, we watch each other in the mirror, the sinister look on his face makes my toes curl and my stomach wretch at the same time

his hot shaky breath in my ear nearly sends me over the edge

i put my head back on his shoulder giving into him fully, my body is yours JJ

“are you gonna cum for me?” he whined into my ear

i nodded my head, afraid to open my mouth

one hand still gripping my throat he runs the other hand from my nipple to my clit, he moves his fingers side to side

“fuck JJ” i cry out in a small voice

“look at me” he seethes

our eyes meet in the mirror again and i reach what felt like heaven

the hand that was on my throat is now covering my mouth, JJ let’s go of my clit and wraps the other arm around my torso

he picks up the pace, fast, like a jack rabbit

at this point the noises coming from my mouth are uncontrollable, JJ tries his best to muffle them

my pussy is tingling, numb almost

his head falls forward on to my shoulder, his grunts are almost too loud

he quickly pulls himself out of me and i feel a warmth on my ass

i look at myself in the mirror

whore.

JJ tries to catch his breath while he wipes his orgasm off of me with toilet paper

we get dressed in silence and before he walks out of the bathroom he gloats “it felt a whole lot better than it sounded,” then flashed me an egocentric smile

i wait a few minutes before leaving the bathroom incase anyone woke up

i shuffle across the hall into John Bs bedroom, i crawl into his bed and cover myself

my vagina is swollen and throbbing, another reminder that i’m a whore

staring blankly at the ceiling i start to cry

what did i just do?

#smut #spicy content #fanfic #obx fanfiction #obx imagine #obx smut #jj maybank #john b obx #outer banks #outer banks smut #jj maybank smut #john b smut

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unfinishedslurs · 1 year

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Established Stoncy (Eddie POV) (ot4 stoncy+steddie)

“Have you heard from Jonathan lately?” She asks quietly.

“He’s been avoiding me as much as you, Nance.” He hears Steve’s hitched breath as she works, and sees her brush a soothing hand along his shoulder. Isn’t she supposed to be dating that guy they’re talking about? How can she talk about him with Steve so casually, like she’s not a hop skip and a jump from cheating on her boyfriend?

“I don’t know what I did wrong.”

“Hey, you didn’t do anything,” Steve says, and there’s so much fucking love in his voice Eddie has to squeeze his eyes shut. “He’ll come around, you know that. He’s just got to work through…whatever he’s working through first.”

“I don’t get why he’s avoiding you too. It’s like…”

“He’s not. He wouldn’t.”

“He did before,” she says, sounding vulnerable.

“I think we all agreed he was being stupid back then,” Steve says. “Like, me level idiot, and he doesn’t even have the brain damage to back it up. He’ll talk to us.”

“That’s not funny.” She pauses, and Eddie can see her clinging onto Steve’s words like a lifeline. “You think so?”

“I know so.”

She stands on her tiptoes to kiss him on the forehead, and Eddie turns away, pretending like he wasn’t eavesdropping on their private conversation.

"I don't know what happened between you two but... I'd get her back man. Whatever it takes. 'Cause that — that was as unambiguous a sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen."

Steve’s mouth quirks, and he looks almost amused when he glances at Wheeler. Before he can respond, the ground rumbles, and they both stumble.

“I’m not the only one who sees what's going on there, right?” He asks quietly, gesturing between the two lovebirds.

Robin looks…caught, all the sudden, like he found her putting itching powder in his underwear. He doesn’t understand it.

“Uh, yeah,” she says, strangled. “They’re, y’know, umm…”

He doesn’t understand why she’s acting so weird about this. Maybe Steve and Nancy had a bad break, years ago, but they’re clearly still into each other. It’s not like it’s out of the ordinary for two attractive, straight—

Ah.

“So, Nancy?”

“What?”

“She’s pretty,” he offers, and Robin nearly trips on her face.

“Do you—“

“No,” he says, and glances pointedly at Steve. “She’s, uh, not my type.”

“Oh?” She asks, and then comprehension dawns on her face. She looks between him and Steve, and her eyes widen. “Oh!”

“Yeah, oh,” he says. “So, like, I get it.”

“Get…it…” She blinks, and then realization settles across her face. “Oh, I don’t—-“ she cuts herself off. “I mean, yeah, no, Nancy’s like, super pretty. The prettiest. And a total badass, it’s like, insane. That’s why I’m…crushing…on her.”

She winces at her own awkwardness, and Eddie nods in support. It’s always weird to talk about it so openly. But hey, if you can’t do it in a hell dimension with no people, where can you talk about it?

“Maybe she likes girls,” he offers up, even though he doubts it. You never know.

Robin’s subsequent coughing fit is so violent both Nancy and Steve turn around to check on them.

“Rob?” Steve asks, hovering. “You okay?”

“I’m good,” she wheezes. Eddie awkwardly pats her back, and tries to pretend it’s not his fault. From the side-eye Nancy sends him, he only partially succeeds. Finally she takes one last gulp of air, and stands up straight.

“So, Nancy!” She says brightly. “Guns, right?”

She takes Nancy’s arm and scurries off without a second look back at him, which is understandable. It takes time to talk about things like this.

“What was that about?” Steve asks, falling into step with him.

“Nothing.”

“Right.” Steve gives him a look, which he pretends not to see.

Steve is on babysitting duty when the car pulls up to the extremely beat up cabin Eddie’s been forced to hide in.

They both tense, but Steve looks outside and sighs in relief. “It’s Nance’s car,” he confirms, and helps Eddie hobble outside. Eddie’s putting a hand on the bannister to balance himself when a vaguely familiar figure stumbles out of the drivers seat.

“Jonathan!”

Steve is practically a blur running past him, slamming into Byers and spinning him around. Wasn’t he just helping Nancy cheat on this guy? How can they just—

All his thoughts screech to a halt as soon as Byers takes Steve’s face in his hands and kisses him.

And keeps kissing him.

And Steve, King Steve, definitely not gay Steve, kisses back. Full on holding him by the waist, pulling him in until their entire bodies line up. As if letting go would make Byers disappear in a nice little poof of smoke.

Wow, Eddie thinks deliriously, holding onto the porch for dear life. These painkillers are no joke.

Nancy comes out of the car next, beaming as her boyfriend makes out with a man right in front of her. A man she was clearly cheating on her boyfriend with.

Unless he’s not actually her boyfriend. Is she a beard? Is she bearding Jonathan? Is Steve cheating on Jonathan with his beard?

He’s starting to think he’s missing a few pieces to this puzzle.

“Um.”

The two lovebirds break apart, and all three of them fix Eddie with a wary look as they register the fact that yes, he is standing there and has been the whole time, thank you very much. Byers is holding Steve’s hand like a challenge, glaring at Eddie like he’s daring him to say something. As if Eddie isn’t the gayest motherfucker in Hawkins.

“Right,” Steve coughs. “Jonathan, this is Eddie. He’s cool, he saved Dustin’s life. Eddie, this is Jonathan. My…uh. My boyfriend.”

Eddie stares. Nancy comes up and takes Jonathan’s other hand. “Our boyfriend,” she corrects. “We’re together. All three of us.”

“Oh,” he says. This is awkward. This is so awkward, Eddie can feel the trees wilting in embarrassment for him. Maybe if he’s lucky it’ll turn out he’s standing in quicksand or another portal will open up beneath his feet and he won’t have to deal with this awkwardness anymore.

Steve likes boys. Good! Great! It would be fucking amazing if he didn’t apparently have a boyfriend. A boyfriend who is standing there in the flesh, silently giving Eddie the biggest stink eye of his life like he’s ready to throw down if he says the wrong this and oh God Eddie still hasn’t said anything-

“Congrats?”

Byers blinks. “Congrats?”

“Yeah, man,” Eddie says, as if he wasn’t just trying to get Nancy to break this dude's heart for Steve like two days ago. God, that’s so embarrassing. They’re already together. “You’ve got pretty good taste. Your charisma stats must be off the roof.”

If he remembers anything from high school that’s definitely a lie, but a little flattery never hurt anyone.

Steve barks out a laugh, Nancy rolls her eyes, and Byers stares at him like he’s grown two new heads. “You’re Eddie,” he says, sounding it out.

Eddie spreads his arms. “In the flesh. Well, mostly. I’m missing some chunks of it.”

“DND Eddie? From Hellfire?”

“Did they not tell you anything? Harsh, Wheeler. I thought you liked me.”

“Wrong Wheeler,” Byers says. “Mike wouldn’t shut up about you. Two days straight in a pizza van after we got the news of what you’d done, and I was ready to rip my hair out.”

Aww, that’s cute. He honestly likes the kid, even though Dustin has been thrust firmly into the “favorite” category, on the basis of nearly dying in his arms and probably traumatizing the kid forever. He’s glad the sentiment is returned.

“You don’t even know the half of it,” Steve snorts as he starts dragging his partners towards the cabin. “Did you notice he only started growing his hair out after he met Eddie?”

“Wait, really?” Eddie asks as Steve snags him by the wrist and pushes him in front. Like a long, awkward, queer train. Is Nancy queer? Can he ask? Are they at that stage in their friendship? Does that come before or after fighting monsters together?

Nancy laughs harder than he knew she was capable of. “Oh my god, he did! I didn’t even realize!”

“Uh, yeah, because you didn’t have to hear day in and day out from that little shit how much cooler he is than me. Dude, did you know they thought you were scary? You?”

Eddie’s touched, honestly. He put a lot of work into terrifying the masses. “I am scary,” he says. “I fucking shredded along to Metallica to stop a demon from killing us all. I’m more metal than I ever was.”

“Yeah but you’ve also got those, like, doe eyes, man.” Steve waves a hand as if he’s not making every wire in Eddie’s brain short circuit, and tugs them all down on the couch.

“I have what now?”

Nancy giggles, leaning around her boyfriends to try and poke his cheek. He snaps his teeth at her.

“Don’t you know? Steve’s weak to big, soulful eyes,” she says, batting her own eyes in emphasis. Byers rolls his, which are also big and brown and kind of wet, now that Eddie’s paying attention.

“Nancy,” Steve whines, “don’t tell him that!”

“Sorry.” She doesn’t sound sorry, grinning as she practically sits in Byers’s lap to give Steve a peck. He watches them with the kind of fondness that Eddie’s always kind of dreamed of having directed at him, and it punches deep.

So Steve isn’t cheating on anyone and probably never will, which is a relief and also a bummer to some of the more pathetic fantasies he’s whipped up in the past few days trapped in this cabin. He likes Nancy too much to ever actually get in the way of her true love, but it doesn’t hurt to dream.

“Yeah, okay, I have big ol’ Bambi eyes or whatever. You wanna talk kiddie crushes and hero worship, how about Sinclair?”

“What about him?” Steve asks, apparently oblivious.

“Uh, how about the whole basketball thing?”

Steve’s brow furrows. “He loves basketball!” He protests. “He asked me to practice with him when he first started thinking about joining the team, we still go out and play sometimes.”

“Uh huh,” Eddie says. “And how about the time I said something about your fight with Hargrove, and he jumped to your defense even faster than Dustin could about how badass and cool and handsome you were?”

“There’s no way he said that,” he says, turning bright red. “There’s—no. Billy was going to hurt him, he was, like, fucking twelve or something, I couldn’t just…he didn’t say that.”

“Might as well have. That entire speech had me clocking the kid faster than you can say ‘touchdown.’”

“That’s football.”

“I’ll tell you what he’d like to ball—“ he starts, and Steve screeches.

“Shut up, shut up, don’t say that! He’s a baby, what is wrong with you—“

“That ‘baby’ already experienced his first hangover, mom. Time for little birdies to leave the nest.”

“You calling me mom makes it so much worse,” Steve tells him. “I should have left you to rot.”

“Probably!” He says brightly. “But that doesn’t stop the fact that Sinclair has a crush on you the size of Texas.”

“Jonathan,” Steve whines, burying his face in his hands, “make him stop.”

Byers pats Steve’s shoulder sympathetically. “Sorry, man, I thought you knew.”

“It was kind of obvious, Steve,” Nancy agrees. “He does ask to play basketball a lot. Especially on hot days.”

“What does the weather have to do with anything?”

“Shorts,” Nancy and Jonathan say together.

“How short?” Eddie asks. He should probably think about switching pockets, if he’s turned into this much of a masochist.

“So short,” Nancy says. “And he usually takes his shirt off halfway in, when he’s all sweaty.”

“Jesus, no fucking wonder. And he can’t blush either, can he? I’m starting to think he’s the smartest of the bunch.”

“Well, Byers?” Eddie spreads his arms, ignoring the trepidation in his gut. “Am I everything you expected?”

Byers tilts his head, looks at him with a gaze that could cut through bone. Eddie has a feeling the guy is finding out what every single one of his organs looks like, and he can’t tell if it’s a good or bad thing.

Finally he gives a sharp nod, like he’s decided something.

“I think if you stick around, the three of us are going to have to have a repeat of that conversation we had when I went to California,” he says, as if Eddie should know what the fuck that means. “You’re cool, man. Call me Jonathan.”

He blinks, mouth half open, and Byers’s-Jonathan’s mouth quirks.

“Conversation about what?”

Byers hums noncommittally, because apparently their entire trio is bent on making Eddie’s sanity take a jump off the quarry. “A lot of things,” he sighs, and sends Eddie a wry little smile. “I haven’t exactly been a very good boyfriend lately.”

Eddie’s feeling magimous enough to be honest. “They think the world of you, man. I heard them talking about you. They…shit, they really love you, you know that? I think you’re gonna be okay.”

#ot4 stoncy+steddie #sorry for the ronance bait but actually robin is just taking one for the team #steve would ABSOLUTELY spin jonathan around like a romance movie try and tell me otherwise #this can be read as jargyle as well sorry my man isn't in here he's busy doing hot girl shit #(calling suzie 'sally' in front of dustin for shits and giggles)#established stoncy+steddie au #stranger things fanfic #nancy wheeler #eddie munson #jonathan byers #steve harrington

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