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I don't know if you're still taking requests, but if you are, I have this request that would make for some good angst C: Fem MC proclaiming that she'll only date a man who can best her in a duel. And Ominis ends up winning, shocking everyone including MC but she's happy about it. Up to you if smut follows after <3

A/N: I loved this idea, ty for the request! I didn't really make it angsty sorrryyy :c but I hope I compensated with the dominis smut at the end and that you enjoy nonetheless <3

How to Win the Girl

Ominis Gaunt x f!MC - NSFW - Friends to Lovers - 4.9k words - ao3

Part 2

Tags: Pining, Unrequited Love, Jealous Ominis, Dominis, Rough Sex, Classroom Sex

Summary: After hearing her proclaim that she'll only date someone who can beat her in a duel, Ominis grows determined to win her affections by any means necessary.

“I’m a simple man. I’ll snog anything with a decent enough behind.” Sebastian proclaimed matter-of-factly.

She didn’t know how this became the topic of discussion over breakfast at the Great Hall, but she indulged him nonetheless. Ominis seemed completely uninterested in the subject matter, engrossed in a Potions textbook he was currently tracing over diligently with his wand in a last bid attempt to pass the final practical exam.

She cast him a sidelong glance as she cut into her eggs. “I’ll make sure to tell Poppy to keep her mooncalves away from you.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Okay, anything decent and human.” He paused for a moment, contemplating, before he amended. “Actually, no, I did have a little tango with a Centaur some blue moon ago…”

She blinked at him. “You genuinely concern me, you know that?”

“She was cute!” He scoffed defensively. “Excuuuse me for embracing diversity. Pray tell, what are your shining standards, hm?”

She paused for a moment, considering, before she shrugged and took a swig of her pumpkin juice. “He has to beat me in a duel.”

She didn’t notice the way Ominis immediately perked up beside her, unburying his nose from the pages of his book and narrowing his attention on the conversation he had been only half-listening to.

Sebastian snorted. “Ha! Good one. You’ll die alone at that rate. Better start collecting kneazles to keep you company.”

She rolled her eyes. “Just because you’re incompetent with a wand, doesn’t mean every man is, Sebastian.”

“Hey! Incompetent is harsh. I prefer the term mildly handicapped.” He protested. “And just a duel? Like one time?”

“Yup. One duel.”

Sebastian rose resolutely from his seat, slipping from the bench hastily and nearly knocking over several goblets in the process.

“Where on earth are you going?”

“I have to go practice. If I knew a roundabout with the Hero of Hogwarts was on the line I would’ve tried much harder at Crossed Wands.” He gave her a wink.

She grimaced and called out to him as he quickly made his way down the rows of tables towards the exit. “You are excluded from the list of contending bachelors, Sebastian!”

“Square is fair!” He called back and she bit back a laugh at his butchering of the Muggle saying.

Beside her, Ominis looked very much enthralled in the textbook he was only pretending to read, his thoughts instead drifting to other matters. He had spent far too long hopelessly pining for her to not consider the opportunity he was just presented with.

It was no unknown fact that she was notoriously hard to get, and that reality had only served to make him want her even more. It was utter torture.

He was so unused to not getting what he wanted, and the stubborn little witch sitting beside him just so happened to be what he wanted most.

He rose from his seat with much more patience than Sebastian did, though arguably fueled by an even greater determination to finally win her affections.

“Where are you going? I thought we were going to study for Potions together.” She frowned as she watched him slip past her down the Great Hall.

“I’ll make it up to you.”

He made his way to the exit and rushed to the Undercroft in Sebastian’s footsteps, his magic thrumming in his veins with a vibrant, newfound energy.

Sebastian crashed into a groaning heap on the stone floor of the Undercroft after the leviosa Ominis had casted wore off after a few seconds.

“Fuck’s sake, Ominis,” he sat up, rubbing his throbbing head. “I thought you said you’d go easy.”

“That was easy.” Ominis crossed his arms, thrumming his fingers impatiently on his forearm as he waited for Sebastian to collect himself and get up again.

He admittedly had been a bit harsher than usual, using this “practice” as an excuse to take out his displeasure and poorly-concealed jealousy in Sebastian trying to win her affections in a duel himself. The mere thought of him anywhere near her had his magic coursing through his wand with an added bite and ferocity that usually wasn’t there.

Sebastian shook the woozy feeling from behind his eyes as he positioned himself in an offensive stance again. The first hex had barely slipped off his tongue before Ominis had a protego up and was veering a counteroffensive stinging jinx towards him.

No matter how fast he cast, the blonde always seemed to be one step ahead, moving lithely around the stone pillars in the Undercroft while Sebastian lept and rolled out of the way of his spells.

It didn’t take long for Sebastian to inevitably cry forfeit, after a barreling confringo missed his head by a few centimeters, singing the tips of his brown locks.

Ominis made his way over and outstretched a hand to help his friend off the ground. The brunette instead took this as an opportunity to tug him to the floor along with him.

He rolled his eyes. “Very mature, Sebastian.”

“Maturity is one of my many attractive qualities, you should know this by now, Ominis.”

“Yes, right there alongside your dueling abilities.” He jeered. “So…where do these duels take place, anyways?”

Ominis warily dodged the sounds of hexes and charms as he made his way through the dueling club towards Lucan Brattleby. Approaching the Gryffindor, he placed the few galleons for the entrance fee on the counter in front of him.

“I’d like to duel, please.”

Lucan eyed him up and down with poorly-concealed disbelief. “You’d like to duel?”

Ominis’ jaw set. “Did I stutter?” He nodded his head towards where he had heard her engrossed in a duel with a trio of upper-years when he walked in. “And I’d like to duel her.”

Lucan laughed as if the blonde had told a terrific joke, and then when he noticed Ominis had remained completely stoic and unamused, quieted. “Oh, you’re serious?”

Ominis’ fists tensed at his sides. He was used to being underestimated due to his condition, but it didn’t make the blatant disrespect any less infuriating. “Are you going to let me fight or not?”

“Well, we have a hierarchy here, mate.” Lucan scoffed. “You can’t just walk in and duel someone. Especially not someone her level. You start at the bottom rank and win your way up.”

Ominis was mentally restraining himself from engaging in his own duel with the annoying little prat in front of him when Sebastian made his way over and clapped a hand over the blonde’s shoulders with a grin.

“Come to watch me fight, old pal?”

Ominis turned and raised an eyebrow and Sebastian winced. “Er…poor choice of words, sorry.”

“I’ve come to participate, actually.”

Sebastian raised his brows. “Against me? You haven’t battered me to your satisfaction already?”

“No, not against you, although I’ll admit I’ll never be satisfied with any level of battering I’m allowed to inflict on you.” He nodded his head towards where she was still battling on the mats. “Against her.”

Sebastian’s brows reached his hairline now. “Ominis Gaunt, you little minx.” He butted the blonde’s shoulder playfully. “Trying to conquer her for yourself, eh? How come this is the first I’m hearing about this?”

Ominis rolled his eyes. “Don’t be so crass, Sebastian. I don’t want to conquer her, how antiquated.” He muttered admonishingly. “I want to prove myself to her. But, someone here won’t let me.” He narrowed his eyes at Lucan who had been listening curiously to their conversation.

Lucan steepled his fingers over his chin contemplatively. “Hold on. You said Ominis Gaunt, right? As in…heir-of-Slytherin, dark-magic, rich-up-the-wazoo, Gaunt?”

Ominis’s mouth set into a line at his family’s notoriety before giving a reluctant nod.

“I’ll tell you what. Pay triple the entrance fee and I’ll let you jump ahead and get your ass kicked by your little girlfriend.”

Ominis fished out the hefty sum of galleons from his pocket and slammed it on the counter, not pleased, but certainly in no position of loss by the demand. He’d be willing to pay a hundred times the amount if it meant a chance at winning her hand.

“Pleasure doing business with you.” Lucan greedily pocketed the money before handing the blonde his entrance slip, indicating his place for the duel. “Also, hope you’re aware that no Unforgivables are allow—”

Ominis scowled before yanking the ticket from his hand. “Sod off.”

He cut past the crowd of onlookers and found his place in line by the mats where she was dueling, that same ardent determination making his magic hum in his core as he listened to her cast spell after spell.

He couldn’t deny he felt a bit nervous about actually being in a battle with her. He had thrown around Sebastian in the Undercroft enough times, but never had he faced an opponent as formidable as her. Every incantation rolled off her tongue with a practiced amount of ease, short and concise, and he didn’t have to see her to know she was barely breaking a sweat as she fought off three foes on her own.

He would have to be creative if he were going to come out victorious.

When the match was declared a definitive win for her, she made her way off the dueling mats and broke into a smile when she caught sight of Ominis on the outskirts of the crowd.

“Ominis! What’re you doing here?”

He held up his queue slip. “Whatever one normally does at a dueling club.”

The corner of her mouth quirked in subtle amusement. “I’ll be eager to see your skills in the arena.”

“You’ll see them, alright.” He smirked. “We’re up next.”

She was certainly surprised by this revelation, but to his satisfaction, made no doubtful comments about his sparring abilities. Instead, she stretched her shoulders and promptly got back onto the dueling mat, beckoning for him to follow.

“Come on, then. I’ll make this quick for you.”

She in fact did not make this quick for him.

She was soon greatly impressed by the realization that Ominis was actually an incredibly talented duelist.

Sharp and agile, every swish of his wand calculated and precise. She was half-convinced his lack of sight actually led him to have even quicker reflexes than her average opponent, deflecting every single one of her spells with ease.

Her pleasant curiosity quickly turned into begrudging frustration, though, when they’d been throwing hexes back and forth with no considerable gain made on either of their parts.

Never one to accept a draw, she cast the next spell with a little bit of extra ferocity, determined to at least knock the blonde off his feet and pull this duel that had stretched on for far too long now closer to its end.

Unfortunately, she underestimated her own strength, and had caught Ominis in an unfortunate blind-spot —pun unintended— flinging him backwards across the arena. He landed with a sickening thud on the floor after colliding with one of the arched pillars in the room.

She winced as she knew that must’ve hurt. Badly.

Which is why to her concern, and increasing horror, Ominis hadn’t let out even a single whimper of pain. Instead, lying completely motionless and cold, sprawled out on the flagstone floor.

Her stomach sank.

Immediately, she ran over to him, her wand slipping from her fingers and clattering to the floor as she fought the nauseating dread inside of her at the thought of having seriously hurt him.

Sinking to her knees before him, she immediately took his face in her hands, scouring over him for any signs of serious injuries.

She had only briefly noticed the slightest quirk of his lips, before she was flipped over onto her back with his wand pressed under her chin, his hips bracketing hers to the floor as he held her down with his weight.

Several emotions passed through her at once. First, the terrified dread dissipated from her system, quickly replaced by molten-hot anger at being so cruelly tricked, which then morphed into something almost akin to admiration for someone actually having gotten the best of her for once.

Strangest of all though, was the budding feeling of something else pulling just below her navel, as she realized just how close they were in this position. His hips pressed flush against hers, his breath ghosting her lips almost imperceptibly. Her entire body warmed.

Ominis held the most self-satisfied smirk she’d ever seen hovering above her, levels of smugness to rival even that of Sebastian’s, as he kept his wand pressed firmly under her chin with one hand and her wrists pinned tightly to the ground in his other.

Finally, she mustered the ability to speak, though her voice regrettably came out a lot more unsteady than intended with the feel of his body on hers making her thoughts hazy.

“Get—get off me!”

Ominis tsked, shaking his head. “Make me.” He tilted his head and his lips curled at the corners, infuriatingly sly. “Use your wand, go on.”

She struggled against his hand futilely, but quickly realized that even if she was strong enough to free her wrists, she had recklessly abandoned her wand about ten feet away on the floor in her panic. She whined in frustration.

“Forfeit?”

“No!” She protested, her pride getting the better of her. Though she quickly realized that wandless and pinned underneath a wizard nearly twice her size, she had little leeway in turning around the outcome of this duel.

He raised an eyebrow expectantly as he waited patiently for the little gears in her head to turn and click and realize that she had actually lost.

She had never lost a duel before.

She expected to feel devastated. To have suffered an agonizing blow to her ego, to feel mortified, something. But instead she could feel nothing but mesmerization as she stared up at Ominis above her, features cool and nonplussed.

He had won. Square is fair.

Finally, she relented and muttered through gritted teeth, “Fine. I lost. Now get off me.”

He grinned as he finally slipped off her, her cheeks proceeding to heat even more at the brief brush of the front of his trousers against hers. As she sat up from the floor, she noticed with even greater embarrassment that the entire club had stopped what they were doing to gawk at them.

She wanted to sink into the floor and disappear.

Quickly picking up her wand from where it had been discarded on the floor, she cleared her throat and with as much practiced sportsmanship as she could muster, directed a tight, “Good game.” towards Ominis before promptly departing from the hall.

It wasn’t long before she heard the tell-tale sounds of footsteps tailing her down the corridor. She glanced back to see Ominis jogging to catch up.

“Where are you going?”

She sighed. “Ominis, if you plan on rubbing it in my face how much of a better duelist you are, I’m really not in the mood.”

“What? I’m by no means better. Honestly, I don’t even come anywhere close.” He settled into pace beside her, his tone sympathetic and understanding. “I just had…stronger motivations.”

She looked up at him curiously and reluctantly decided to indulge him. She crossed her arms and stilled in her tracks, raising an eyebrow inquisitively. “Stronger motivations?”

He nodded. “That’s what it’s really all about, isn’t it?” He stepped closer to her as he continued, “It doesn’t really matter how powerful you are, only what you’re willing to do to win. Willpower supersedes strength by brute force.”

“How ambitious, spoken like a true Slytherin.” She teased with an eye roll. “Tell me, then, what strong motivations are behind Ominis Gaunt’s willpower?”

His lips curled into something almost predatory, and she had never seen him look the way he did now in the dim light of the secluded hallway. Usually so soft-spoken and unimposing, Ominis looked as if he had just won some grand prize she was unaware of. He crowded her against a woven tapestry adorning the wall and her breath caught in her throat.

A sticky-hot warmth seeped through her as she found herself once again pinned under the compelling presence of the blonde in front of her. Her eyes instinctively flitted to his lips, and for some reason she expected him to kiss her then.

For some reason she wanted him to.

Instead, he pulled away, slipping his hand into hers and interlacing their fingers.

“Come on. I’ll show you.”

She found she could do little more but mindlessly obey at the moment.

Ominis couldn’t wipe the smile from his face as he pulled her along down long corridors, leading her to the secluded stretch of empty classrooms in the northern wing of the castle.

He had never witnessed the hard-headed little witch so incredibly flustered before. It was a terribly addicting feeling.

And although he usually prided himself on being so decorous and patient, he couldn’t help but throw all caution to the wind as he strode hastily down the halls in an urgent bid to finally get her alone.

His heart thrummed in his chest at the very thought.

Clicking open the door to an empty classroom with a wordless alohomora, he dragged her inside and pushed her against the door immediately, body pressed flushed to hers.

He half-expected her to hex his bollocks off at his imprudence, but when she did little more than let out a soft squeak of surprise, he leaned into her even further.

“Where’s your wand?”

His lips were so close, she could barely even think straight.

“In — In my pocket.”

He smiled in satisfaction at the dazedness in her voice, her breath coming out in short little pants against his lips. He slipped his arm down to feel for her pocket and she gasped when she felt his hand grope at her thigh.

“Good,” He murmured when he felt the familiar wood poking through the pocket of her skirt. “If you’d like me to stop, use it. We both know you have no trouble defending yourself.”

Before she could ask stop what, his lips were capturing hers in a suffocating kiss, her words dying on a gasp.

Even if she did possess the current mental capacities to slip a hand into her pocket and fling him off her, she had no idea why she would ever want to. He felt heavenly.

He groaned into her mouth when she sank into the kiss, slipping a hand to hold her jaw, pressing himself further against her to keep her pinned and still just where he wanted her.

She had never felt so utterly listless and weak.

Stripped of all reason, a melting puddle of warm sensations as his tongue met hers and explored her mouth in earnest. Her legs had gone limp the moment he had pressed his lips to hers, and she was more than grateful for the way his hips were currently supporting her against the door.

The kiss was far from anything she would’ve expected from the ever-composed and austere Ominis Gaunt. It was messy and lewd, too starved for any sense of decorum, leaving her spit-sticky and aching until she could barely even recall her own name.

“Fuck,” He whispered, breathless, as he came up for a brief moment of air. He was seemingly just as wrecked as she was, his voice hoarse. “I’ve wanted to taste this pretty little mouth for so, so—”

The whimper she let out as she instinctively pressed her lips back against his was nothing short of pathetic, but Ominis seemed to have adored it if the twitch she felt against her hips was any indicator.

The way he rutted softly against her as he took her lips in kiss after bruising kiss made her head dizzy. Seemingly brought to his limit, he pulled her away from the door in favor of pinning her against one of the empty desks instead, slotting himself in between her legs.

She gasped when she felt him then, throbbing and strained against his trousers.

He huffed an amused breath of a laugh. “Feel that?” He nosed at her jaw, inhaling the intoxicating scent of lavender that made him throb even more in his pants. “That’s what you do to me.”

Her head fell back when his tongue connected with the soft, sensitive skin of her neck, licking a greedy stripe down her throat as if he wanted to sink his teeth into her.

He felt like a man starved. He was so tired of being patient, of hopelessly longing for her from a distance.

Actually having her there, in his hands, soft and pliable and mewling his name as he peppered her skin in kisses, licks, and love bites, was enough to almost make him lose all sense of self-restraint.

Hell, it was almost enough to make him finish in his trousers he quickly noticed as he drew his hips back with a hiss. He flipped her onto her stomach on the wooden surface before he got ahead of himself.

She gasped from his assertiveness, at just how out of control he seemed, usually so reserved and cautious. That flicker of desire inside of her roared into tumultuous, consuming flames.

He slipped a hand into her pocket and grabbed her wand, placing it on the desk right above her head in eyesight.

“What did I say?”

She panted, thoughts hazy, but tried to construct some semblance of a coherent sentence anyway. “If I — I want you to stop, use it.”

“Mhm,” He hummed in approval before pressing a kiss to her temple. “Good girl.”

She preened at the praise, arching back into him, feeling him pressed stiffly against her arse, thick and so incredibly stiff through the fabric of his trousers.

She wanted to burn all her pride and beg him to fuck her, touch her, anything to satiate the unbearable yearning inside.

“Needy little witch,” He grunted as he felt her rub herself back against him. He brought a hand to her hips to still her. “Be patient, hm? I’ve been patient for you, haven’t I?”

She nodded, forehead falling to lay against the desk as she let his hands explore her, groping the soft flesh in his strong fingers. He leaned over her, his breath warm against the shell of her ear.

“So fucking patient.” He murmured as he ran his hands down her sides in admiration. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited? How many times I’ve come into my own hand thinking of you bent over for me just like this?” He nipped at her ear, scraping a biting kiss down her jaw until she whined from the sting. His cock ached in his trousers with every little noise she made.

Unable to bear it any longer, he fisted her skirt in his hands and tugged the fabric over her hips in a single, succinct motion. Her breath hitched in her throat but she made no move for her wand, sitting idly by where her hand was palm down on the surface of the table.

“Gorgeous,” He breathed against her skin, tugging her blouse down one shoulder so his lips could find contact with the sensitive patch of skin there. “So perfect for me.”

His fingers trailed up her thighs and quickly found their way between her legs, rubbing soft, slow swirls over her knickers. The way he had been talking to her, touching her almost reverently, had already left an embarrassingly sticky mess between her thighs.

Ominis groaned as soon as he felt it seeping through the sheer fabric. “I need to be inside of you.”

He hooked a finger into the hem of her knickers and tugged it down her legs, helping her step out of it before tucking it into his pocket. He pressed against her again and she squirmed from the feeling of the bulk of him against her bare cunt.

“Look at you. Making such a mess on my trousers.” He ground his hips into her even more as he felt her wetness sully the fabric.

She keened. “Please, Ominis…”

“Please what?” She heard the metal clink of his belt as he began to divest himself behind her and she clenched around nothing in anticipation.

She tucked her face into her hands, desire sending blood to her cheeks as she finally reduced herself to begging. “Please, please, please fuck me,”

His forehead fell to her shoulder at the sound of her pleading, his grip turning vice-like on her hip. She felt him then, the blunt tip of his cock pressed right against her entrance.

“This is what you want?”

She nodded fervently, her head fallen lax against the table. He tangled his fingers into her hair and tugged her up until her back was pressed to his chest not letting her hide from him.

“Say it.” He gritted through clenched teeth. “Tell me this is what you want.”

“Please, please, oh Gods, I— I want this, I want this so—”

Her words died on a strangled gasp as he sheathed himself completely inside of her. Her legs went limp, and she would’ve fallen forward if he didn’t snake a hand around her waist to keep her flush to him, her head falling back against his shoulder.

“Always knew you’d have the tightest little cunt.” He pressed a kiss against her warm cheek, his breathing heavy against her skin as he hummed in approval at the feeling of her squeezing him. “Alright? Hurts?”

She shook her head, grinding her hips back against his in a show of just how good it felt.

He huffed a laugh at her eagerness before easing his own hips back and bringing them back to meet hers again. This time, he let her fall forward onto the desk, her nails digging into the wood as she moaned from the intrusion. He felt so big inside of her, stretching her out so deliciously until she felt full to the brim.

Her hip bones bit into the desk as his thrusts slowly became more forceful, jolting her and pressing into that sensitive little spot on her walls that made her toes curl. When her wand clattered to the floor following a particularly hard thrust, her lips parted in awe at the wandless bit of magic he used to bring it to his hand and back into her eyesight.

She had never been more attracted to the wizard currently fucking her senseless.

She couldn’t contain the sounds spilling from her mouth as he fucked into the desk, pathetic and utterly depraved noises that seemed to only spur him on even more. His pace grew punishing, pulling similarly debased noises from the back of his throat as he slid in and out of her.

“Kiss me. Gods, fucking kiss me.” He groaned, taking her jaw in hand and tilting her chin back so he could capture her lips. She moaned into his mouth and he responded in kind, nipping at her bottom lip until she squeaked. He’d never get enough of these noises.

“Perfect. Fucking. Witch.” He grunted, and his voice was low and rough, a wrecked, gravelly mess as he continued to rut harshly inside of her. “Mine now, aren’t you? All mine. Fuck.”

She nodded fervently, feeling inclined to agree to just about anything coming from his mouth when he was pushing her so close to release, building up that aching knot behind her navel and winding it tighter and tighter.

He could feel her walls fluttering around him, feel just how close to the edge she was. Reaching a hand in front of them to rub tight little circles between her legs, he pressed his lips to her ear.

“That’s it, you’re so close, aren’t you,? I can feel you tightening around me. Be a good girl and come on my cock.”

The combined feeling of his hand between her thighs, him thrusting so perfectly inside of her, and the filthy things he was whispering in her ears, was enough to push her over the edge.

She came with a sharp cry, her entire body trembling while he continued to fuck her through her climax, falling over the edge along with her. She felt a warmth coat her insides as he pumped inside of her, his face tucked into her neck while he murmured incoherent praises into her skin.

He kissed all over any exposed patch of skin he could find as he tried to regain some semblance of composure, his chest heaving. He mouthed softly at her jaw as he finally pulled out, and she winced at the slight soreness from the abrasion. His brows knit together.

“Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head, giggling at his sudden concern. “I’m okay.”

He looked unconvinced as he collected her in his arms. “Do you promise?”

She smiled and leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips. “I’m fine, I promise. Probably won’t be able to walk properly for a few days, but…”

He chuckled. “Well, that won’t do, I have a date planned for us. Will I have to carry you through the castle in my arms? A bit of a forward way to announce our relationship, but I’ll oblige I suppose…”

He made to wrap her legs around his waist and she bat at his arms. “Awfully presumptuous of you to assume we’re in a relationship already, Ominis.” She raised an eyebrow.

He returned the inquisitive look. “I’ve met your terms, haven’t I?”

She sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck, tucking her head against his chest. She couldn’t help the warm, fuzzy feeling she felt deep in her stomach, possibly a side-effect of all the post-orgasm endorphins making her head buzz. Nonetheless, she felt inclined to peck his cheek and concede with a smile.

“Yes. I suppose you have.”

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stevieharringtonwifeguy · 1 year

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Trans Femme-Stevie where she transitions after graduating, so when Eddie holds the broken bottle in her face in the boathouse, he doesn’t recognise her right away…

oh my god!!! thanks for the prompt- this is a great idea!!!!! behold:

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Eddie isn't thinking when someone enters the boathouse he's hiding in. He isn't listening to what they're saying to each other, can't even hear over the pounding of his own heart and his shallow breaths that sound about twenty times louder than they actually are. And when something digs into his side, prodding at him under the tarp he's hid himself under, he definitely doesn't think as he leaps out of his hiding spot, pinning his attacker to the wall with a broken bottle to their throat.

Her throat. His attacker is a girl, apparently, with soft shoulder-length brown waves and pink lip gloss and big, scared-looking doe eyes. Great, he's on the run from people who will definitely think he murdered one sweet, defenceless girl (she was so sweet, and she didn't deserve to go like that), and the first thing he does is threaten another one.

He's still not thinking, really, when he vaguely registers someone else talking, a familiar voice- Henderson? The kid is saying something, something about trusting them, about how they're not here to hurt him- "I swear on my mother, Eddie."

The girl under his hands nods as best as she can with the bottle still pressed to her throat. "Yeah, swear on- swear on Dustin's mom," she says, voice strained and slightly familiar in a way Eddie doesn't have the brainspace to figure out right now.

Eddie looks to Dustin (and is that Band Buckley behind him? And his neighbour? He didn't even know they knew each other), his eyes wide and sincere. And he backs up from the girl. She immediately doubles over, clutching at her neck with a gasp of relief that has Eddie feeling even worse than he already did.

He sends an apologetic look to the girl as he curls back up into himself, mutters a sorry that has the girl waving him off. She shoots him a reassuring smile and a shrug like hey, been there. It would probably work better if she wasn't still rubbing her neck, and if Buckley wasn't patting her shoulder and sending Eddie a death glare over it.

"You're okay, Eddie, it's just me, it's Dustin- and you remember Max, right? Lucas's girlfriend? And that's Robin and Stevie, remember I told you about them? They're my babysitters. Well, Stevie is, Robin's just like, her... I don't know, helper?"

Buckley- Robin rolls her eyes at Dustin, which Eddie can sympathise with. Like, what the fuck, Henderson, he has literally never cared less about who is or isn't his babysitter. Eddie has no idea who Stevie even is, which is weird now that he thinks about it. She's got to be around Eddie's age, and there's only one high school in Hawkins, so he must have seen her at some point. And she is kind of familiar, but Eddie feels like he'd definitely remember seeing this girl around. She's really pretty, soft golden skin dotted with moles, and her shoulders had been firm with muscle when he'd felt them, like she did softball or something.

Actually. Eddie squinted at her a moment. Golden skin. Moles. Droopy, hazel eyes. Muscles. Stevie.

"Wait, Harrington???"

Stevie freezes up again, the same fear returning to her eyes that she'd had when he held a bottle to her throat. Robin glares at him even harder, Max joining in, and even Henderson seems a little defensive.

"Stevie, yeah," she says, voice cool. "Problem?"

Holy shit. "No! I mean- me too! But, uh, opposite."

Stevie's eyes light up, and everyone's jaws drop. "What, really? But- you've always been-"

Eddie nods. "Yeah, since middle school. Remember? I'd just moved to town and I had that buzzcut? My uncle was letting me, like, be a dude and I kind of overcompensated. Worst haircut of my life."

"Holy shit," Stevie whispers, voice full of awe. Eddie can relate.

They both sit for a moment, revelling in the mutual wonder of finally meeting someone even a little bit like them.

And then Dustin ruins it.

"So what happened with Chrissy, Eddie?"

Oh, yeah. He'd almost forgotten this was the worst day of his life.

#steddie #transfem steve harrington #t4t steddie #transmasc eddie munson #stranger things #my fics

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lyluvsgyu · 1 year

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Watching him fade away;

Part 1

Part 2

Genre: smut, angst

Warnings for this chapter: smut, a lot of angst and desperation, dacryphilia, dirty talk (beom calls reader a slut etc..), no protection (don’t do this), Slight breath play, overstimulating, oral(f receiving) , I think thats it!

A/n: hey so, I’m making a part two I hope the few people who saw part 1 will be satisfied with this! ^^ Enjoy!

Reminder: this doesn’t portray the members in real life at all.

"Listen y/n , I'm not sure of what I can say if I'm being honest here... First of all, stop crying, please... I'm not going anywhere, I'm right here with you."

It may seem like a harsh thing to say but he had the sweetest voice possible and the sweetest eyes, you knew he meant no harm in any way. Without releasing the tight grip you had on his shirt, and while your head was still on his chest, which smelled like his usual cologne, you eventually calmed down. Your eyes and face were still humid but no tears were filling them anymore.

"I think I respect you and appreciate you enough to tell you the truth y/n, I don't think I feel the same. I'm sorry if I lead you on, it wasn't my intention. It was all just in the heat of the moment, I didn't think it was serious. I thought not contacting you anymore wouldn't have bothered you. I shouldn't have assumed, sorry". He regretfully said, not letting himself feel for you, scared of everything going wrong. Beomgyu didn’t want to keep things casual, in fact he ached to know you more.

Sadly this was his reality, and couldn’t bring himself to let you in his heart, giving you the opportunity to break it. It was a defense mechanism and he couldn’t go against it.

His heart throbbed in pain the whole night seeing you break down like this, but he couldn’t help it. He felt it was best to protect himself and , at the same time, protect you from his doubts and real feelings.

Of course you knew none of that.

You definitely saw his response coming but it didn't make it any less painful to hear. he didn't want you back, this is, has always been, and will always be unrequited love. He was all too good for you, adorable, fun, intelligent, handsome, and good in bed. A girl like you could never interest him, you were selfish unhappy, and insecure. Even though he somehow changed you, you still remained the same deep inside, someone unlovable even for Beomgyu.

Without a warning tears came again, this time it was desperation that filled your whole self, disgust, and pity. You didn't quite whine and hiccup, like earlier, you cried to yourself, feeling ashamed. Your grip became loose and Beomgyu didn't move, patting your head while hugging you tight.

You truly didn't deserve any of him. You hated that he was still so kind to you? you couldn't even hate him. At this point the only person you could possibly hate is yourself.

"It's, it's fine you can.. let me go now" You said this with bitterness in your mouth, not wanting to ever leave his embrace.

"But can you grant me one last wish before I leave? I promise I'll never bother you after this."

"I, uh, I mean sure y/n, but-", his sentence was cut short, you shushed him softly, you knew he was going to say how he doesn't mind seeing you again, but for you, it was a bad idea, you were just going to fall deeper for him.

"I know what you want to say Beomgyu, but this will be the last time we will purposefully be seeing each other, I don't want to hurt myself anymore, I hope you get it"

"I do"

"Then could you please make this last meeting the best we've ever had?"

You weren't sure about this but it was definitely worth a try. He chuckled lowly and said "You're really a slut, aren't you? All you can think is about my dick? Pathetic, and here I thought this was serious."

The shame you felt was overcome by the sheer excitement you felt, if this was going to be the last, then at least make it worth it.

Beomgyu went on to lift you up, princess style, not saying anything. You looked up , into his lust filled eyes through your eyelashes. When you arrived at his bedroom, you didn’t even get the time to look around and grasp the new surroundings, as he harshly put his lips against yours.

He was on top of you for a few seconds , but then flipped you around to sit on him, more precisely on his crotch. You gasped at the feeling of his semi hard dick against your hot cunt.

“Tell me exactly what you want from me”

He said harshly, while rocking his hips into yours, you were already softly whimpering at the friction, unable to control yourself you roll your hips to match his pace as you throw your head back and hold his shoulders for support.

“I think I asked a question, didn’t I? Answer me now you desperate slut”

You moaned at the way he was treating you and answer in a whisper that he still heard

“I want you.. Please make me feel good , fill me up, please”

You practically begged him. Seeing you so desperate for his cock made beomgyu twitch in his pants, wanting to absolutely wreck you and make a mess of you. He wants to see you cry and beg endlessly.

He smiled a bit before going back to your lips, easing his tongue into your mouth. You were sloppily making out, while hips rocked against yours and his hand grabbed at your ass. You let some moans escape your lips. You wanted more. And it’s like he read your mind because he easily flipped you over, took your little dress off from you, and stared at you, with what seemed for a split second affection.

You didn’t have time to think much about it because as soon as the dress was tossed somewhere on the floor, he immediately went down toward your awaiting and dripping pussy. He swiftly teased you with his fingers, sliding them softly along your slit and your clit on top of the white fabric. He formed circles with his middle finger around your clit, and a wet patch was starting to form on your panties. He then licked up your pussy, with his tongue flat, making you whimper. This went on for a little, he endlessly teased you and licked you through your lace underwear. You couldn’t bear it anymore, your eyes were watering with frustration and you said

“Beomgyu stop teasing me..! Please… I want you in me”

He smiled, removing your panties harshly, almost ripping them off. And within a second he was eating you out like he never did. You immediately went to grab his hair and moaned as he licked at your clit. It was very wet, and he introduced two fingers into you. He switched from flat licks to sucking on your clit to stimulating it extremely fastly all while pumping his fingers in and out of you.

You were a moaning mess, calling out his name and grasping his hair to pull him closer. The stimulation was so good that you started closing your legs on him, not being able to handle it. But with his free hand, he pulled your legs apart, and mumbled on your pussy something along the lines of “stop moving”.

You were getting closer and closer, moans getting louder and his name coming out more and more. With him touching you how he knew you loved. And he could feel you clenching around his fingers and grabbing harder at his hair. It was his sign to halt. He sucked at your clit one last time and got up from between your legs. You were shocked and your eyes were wide. Not understanding why he stopped as you were so close, you were so frustrated you felt your eyes water once again.

Which was exactly what he wanted.

He grinned seeing you cry out of frustration, seeing how good he made you feel and how you already looked fucked out with your messy hair, swollen lips, and mascara running down your cheeks. He couldn’t resist the urge and kissed you. He grabbed your neck harshly with one hand, choking you slightly while the other hand unclasped your bra to feel up your boobs. You lean into the kiss and the slight shortcoming of air made you even more hungry for him.

“Get on all fours for me whore”

It was unexpected but you didn’t fail to obey. Going on all fours, exposing yourself fully to him. You arched your back and awaited his touch. Then you felt a harsh slap to your ass. You moaned out in pain and pleasure.

“You obey me so well hm? Good girl. I see you even arched your back for me? Are you that excited?”

You didn’t answer, mind all too fuzzy to even know what to say. Then a second slap to your ass came.

“Didn’t I tell you, when I ask you a question you answer, and here I thought you were good for me. You fucking whore. Are you so impatient for my dick that you can’t even think?”

He scoffed, and you answered before he could slap you again.

“m’ sorry… m’ so excited.. want you so bad gyu please I need you”

He felt himself get as hard as a rock at the nickname and the begging while tears rolled down your cheeks. He himself was getting worked up.

He removed his pants and his boxers, and his shirt. While you were still on all fours for him.

“Are you ready doll?”

The sudden nickname made you melt as you hummed a yes in response. He didn’t wait much longer before he spat on his dick and pumped himself a few times. You were already dripping so there was no need for more lube. He slowly eased himself into you as you moaned loudly “beomgyu ah… oh my god so big!”. He felt proud and eventually bottomed out, moaning at the feeling. “You like it huh? My dick fills you up so well. I’m the only one who can make you feel like this understood slut?”, you didn’t even think about the true meaning of this sentence and whimpered while saying loads of yes.

He slowly started to fuck you, grabbing at your waist. Then he suddenly fastened the pace and fucked harshly into you, slapping your ass with force. You moaned at every move he made, not being able to think at all. Calling out his name, as the only thing you could remember right now. Beomgyu is all that filled your mind. “Ah.. so good for me, so tight and wet” beomgyu let out. He then grabbed a fistful of your hair to pull your head back so he could kiss you. It was passionate and filthy, spit coating your lips and around it. He swallowed all your moans like it was the sweetest drink ever. Then he went on to mark you up, leaving hickeys down your neck and back, bite marks as well. He leaned forward and grabbed your boobs, flicking and twisting your nipples and his pace never faltered. He kept slamming into you with no mercy. You were a screaming mess, crying overwhelmed with pleasure and stimulation, you couldn’t even stand with your arms. Beomgyu noticed this and flipped you around, never getting fully out of your dripping pussy, filled with a mix of his precum, spit, and your juices. He got on top of you, putting your legs around his waist as he continues his pace. You hook your arms around his back, scratching him without even noticing. Both of your moans fill the room and you feel yourself getting closer to the edge. At this point, your makeup is long gone and you can’t stop crying while screaming his name. You manage to babble out “m’coming!!”. Before he slams harshly into you and rubs at your clit, he says “come for me doll”, he pushes you over the edge and you feel yourself exploding on him, completely dick drunk, melting by his touch. And needless to say, he loves it, he wrecked you and you feel so good coming around his hard length. He continues ramming into you chasing his own release. You feel extremely overstimulated and feel a second orgasm washing over you as you can’t even say anything, just cry his name out. And he comes into you as you come for the second time. He rides out both of your orgasms by slowing his pace and kissing you softly. Weirdly enough, you immediately doze off to sleep, maybe passing out from exhaustion.

You hear background ruffling and you open your eyes, it’s still night time but you’re clothed in an unknown shirt. You see him picking out a jogging and walking towards what seems to be a shower. You want to reach your hand out to him but you’re too tired. He enters the shower and closes the door behind him. Without noticing you. You feel clean down there but still sticky. You want to take a shower as well. But truthfully you don’t want to go further than sex. Going in the shower with him seems like disregarding his feelings for you. But you can’t help yourself. You’re selfish and you know it.

You knock at the door and call his name lowly. You hear the water stop, and him saying “yeah? You can enter the room y/n I don’t think I have anything to hide”, he chuckles and you do too. For a second you feel a connection with him, you feel like this is intimate and that you’re special. You quickly discard that thought tho.

You walk in and see him rubbing soap on himself. He explains that you passed out after it so he cleaned you up with a damp towel and put you in one of his shirts. You slept for a good while as he had the time to pick up your clothes and put them in the washer before wanting to shower.

You find yourself smiling at the action.

But you know it’s over now.

You know that the marks on your body will eventually fade and the ones on his back as well.

So you decide to rip off the bandage and move on with your life.

“Thank you beomgyu, for everything truly. I enjoyed every moment I spent with you, from the sex to the split moment where I got to know you. Thank you for making me feel special even just a tad bit. I won’t be mad at you because you don’t like me back. I understand. I hope you find someone that makes you as happy as you made me, you truly deserve it.” you laughed a bit before continuing “I’ll be stealing one of your pants, but don’t worry I’ll give it back to you, you can give me back my underwear as well then. Thank you so much for tonight. Goodbye".

With that, you turn your back to him, as you try to move your legs to leave, and you're not sure if it's because you're exhausted or because you really don't want to leave; perhaps a mix of both. But you can't make the move. Tears well up in your eyes and a lump grows again in your throat. You try your best to keep it in until you muster up the strength to leave. And as you make a step towards the door, you feel a wet hand grabbing yours.

You shockingly turn your head to look behind you, only to be met with an equally as sad and confused beomgyu.

You stare at him as tears flow down your cheeks and his, you don't get it and neither does he, but eventually, he lets go of you. And you understand that he took the step and him letting go of you meant that it was officially done. You turn around to the door once again, and you start to leave. As you walk out the door, you think you hear a whisper of beomgyu saying "sorry..i'm sorry"

You don't try to get why he is sorry and simply leave. You get it, it's over.

You walk out of his house, and the next day, it's like nothing ever happened. He still lingers your thoughts when it's especially cold outside, but that's it. The only time you'll ever meet again will be to get your stuff back. But will that day ever come?

It's been about 1 week and a half, and you think to yourself that the day will never come. So, you simply put his stuff on a shelf in your apartment, a small sign that you're still awaiting his call that may never come.

Beomgyu is lost deep in thought and tries to let go of you, he wants to forget it all. He knows you mean no wrong, but he's still scared. You never leave his mind, but he's never going to call.

You're now both unknowingly waiting for a love that will never occur. All you can do is watch the other from afar wondering how their loving embrace would feel like.

Not everything ends up like you wish.

#beomgyu smut #beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu smut #txt hard hours #txt x reader #beomgyu #angst #txt angst #beomgyu angst #no comfort #txt smut #smut #love

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hirsheyskisses · 1 year

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Hello Hir-san! I hope you're doing well ♥️ May I please request a shu and Ike scenario with a s/o who is always taking care of others that they would often forget to take care of themselves?

If it's too much, please feel free to ignore this! Stay safe!

- 🐮 anon.

You need love, too.

Genre: fluff

Headcanons + Short fic

An: in both fics you're dating but not quite living together yet. I read the s/o part too late I thought it was just friends til I re read the request 💔💔

Shu

You are literally the most wholesome person shu has ever met

You are the loving parent of your friend group

Constant reminders from you for everyone to take care of themselves, always the first to start caring for someone when they're sick or down

Shu remembers the times you've helped him fall asleep by just telling stories

You're the best story teller

Heck he could listen to ur voice for hours

But one thing he's noticed

Is how down you seem sonetimes

It's always brief. That frown and a look of pure exhaustion

It was when he saw that that shu began to pay more attention to ur behavior

What the heck your sleep schedule was worse than his

Did you even have a life outside of work and friends

He means that in the nicest way possible btw

"Hey.. (name)!"

Had shu just snuck into your house? Yes. In his defense you gave him a spare key in case of emergencies. So like, this was an emergency.

"Eh? Shu? Why are you here?"

Despite your quick attempts to hide it, Shu already saw. The bags under your eyes that were normally hidden by concealer, the lag in your movement and how noodly you seemed, or the huff of your chest to get the right amount of air that should be effortless.

Yes, Shu noticed all of that and more.

"So like, I know it isn't normal BUTTTTTT.. I got ya some stuff." In his hands were bags, and he set them on the ground and began handing you things.

"A heated and weighted blanket, a super cool water bottle with drinking goals- oh! A penguin stuffie! Some of your favorite food- and some new movies! Ohh, and a pink penguin keychain!"

He absolutely spoiled u

Tried to be there emotionally for you but since you didn't always open up he got you stuff to comfort you instead

It made him super happy to see u using the water bottle specifically

It was a huge bottle with times and goals to drink in a day

He didn't know u cuddled the plushies every night though

But they made you so happy

You're very thankful to him

Ike

Ike absolutely understood forgetting to take care of one's self

But he wasn't gonna lie he had no idea what a lack of self care you had

You did do good at caring for him and others it was only when he was at ur house he realized

You sucked at taking care of yourself

And it wasn't that you were bad at it but you just forgot

And he realized that you being the therapist friend didn't help at all

He'd read that people who acted as therapists for people often felt trapped

Because they couldn't bring themselves to rant to the people who "have it worse"

He caught those moments where you looked completely dead

That face was so numb and bland

Scared him shitpess tbh

So he decided to make sure he took care of you.

"Ike, you really don't have to."

In front of you was a meal specifically made by Ike. At this point Ikes house had become your second home with how often he insisted you come over for dinner. Or to hangout, which turned into dinner. And then he declared it was too dangerous for you to bike home, which turned into a sleepover and breakfast.

"But I like having you over! I get lonely." Ike protested, snatching your fork and stabbing it into a piece of broccoli, and held it in front of your both,

"Besides, you like my cooking, don't you? Now open up," Ike said with a grin.

Your face flushed you quickly took the broccoli off the fork and then snatched the fork from him chewing sheepishly.

"Course I like your cooking, and company, Ike.." You mumbled as you swallowed.

Honestly you felt so much better when he started this

He had no idea

You both had so much fun and your physical and, to some extent, emotional health started to seriously improved

Ike himself felt much better having his lover over all the time

It was his own therapy

#ike eveland #ike eveland x reader #shu yamino x reader #shu yamino #luxiem x reader #luca kaneshiro #luca kaneshiro x reader #mysta rias x reader #nijisanji x reader #luxiem #niji en #nijisanji #nijien #nijisanji iluna #nijisanji en #nijisanji en x reader

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xxswagcorexx · 4 months

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anyways, re: my last post, here's a bunch of fun fighting hc's i have for casino quartet specifically (most of these focus on aesthetic though because i am someone who always romanticizes things at heart </3):

clown: something very flashy and based on acrobatics because of the whole. Clown thing he has going on. focuses on agility and very fast movements (because fighting with a scythe is very ineffective since it's such an awkward weapon, but i do think that you can make it work with modified fighting style). personally i think he'd go for doing backflips and whatnot to slice people in half with his scythe and or use his environment because of his flexibility :)

red: when thinking of red, i've always had this imagine of a brawler/defensive style for him in my head. like, someone who times punches and whatnot to be most effective, grounds himself to take punches, and hunkers down to deliver the most effective blow. definitely less flashy and a lot more practical than clown, but hey it works with his general vibes/aesthetic i think

ash: okay this is where this gets to "vibes i just really like" territory, but since ash uses a lot of lunar emotes to breakdance or whatever in minecraft, i think it would be fun if he also has a really flashy style that incorporates a bunch of breakdancing dances. like, the idea of him in the middle of this fight and then doing a 6 step to knock a bunch of people onto their feet is Really funny to me. or just spinning his legs in the air or whatever. i'd also sprinkle in some kickboxing elements in there because cc!ash did mention doing kickboxing training for like. 9+ years iirc so that would be fun. if i ever get around to writing a fight scene with ash and clown working together, their styles would go really hard i think

branzy: listen. i am so sorry this man cannot fight for his life but just to give him a fighting chance i think he knows some basic self defense. like, the stuff you learn from taking a 3 week course. i think instead of going to fights he just sends 3 hidden pipebombs to your house. maybe someone out there can write him as someone who fights with Really sick steampunk weapons (ex: his ksmp character design and the s5 heart factory) but for now i think he likes his revenge best served cold

#casino quartet #mcyt #anyways. Yeah #i think about it a lot even tho i havent written a fight scene in over a year #maybe one day! it'll be fun i think #long post

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anderstrevelyan · 5 months

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My Blood Your Paint

Rating: M / Pairing: The Dark Urge/Enver Gortash (one-sided—thanks, amnesia) / Word Count: 3,139

If you’d told me when I started this game that my writing brain would be consumed by this particular antagonist I would not have believed you, but hey, here we are! I’m working on more about Valas (and Gortash) set before the game, but it seems fitting for my first posted Baldur’s Gate fic to be about the scene that started it all.

Here's the Act 3 coronation from Gortash’s perspective.

Excerpt below, and you can read the rest on AO3.

Today was supposed to be the best day of Enver Gortash’s life. Everything was to be his. Everything. Exactly as it always should have been, from the moment Bane looked into his black heart and saw the makings of a lord. After all the cold, long years he’s spent, belittled and betrayed, building himself up with unwavered faith to close his fist around the kind of power Baldur’s Gate has never seen: to become its first Archduke. Yet it was incredibly clear, long before today’s vaunted coronation, that today won’t be the uncomplicated triumph he’s long imagined. Ketheric is dead. Orin is unstable, wavering, threatening to carve out the plan’s still-barely-beating heart—the antithesis of anything he would have chosen in an ally. The brain threatens to revolt, rumbling beneath the very streets, sparking his own panic even as he stands straight to solve everyone else’s. And Ketheric’s killers, utter unknowns, bearers of the third Netherstone—they remain the key. And so this day, his day, becomes all about them.

No matter. He’ll convince them, that standing with him is the way forward, the only way to best the brain: through logic, through charm, through the power of pageantry—or through force, if it comes to that. He just wishes—as he makes the final touches to his hair and pins the last golden brooch to his lapel, as he descends the winding stairs of Wyrm’s Rock, as he hands the ceremonial sword to Ulder Ravengard, mind tadpole-tethered and tamed—he wishes he had more to go on about what makes these mysterious adventurers tick. Orin had tried to plant a treacherous little seed, of course, and he curses himself for sparing it another thought. With a toss of her braid, affectedly aloof, and the exact right idea to carve into his skull: that her sibling, Bhaal’s fallen Chosen, his own lost everything, lives still. Is among those adventurers. Is on his way to him here, today, has accepted an invitation to these very formalities. Gortash didn’t fail to notice the cruelty in Orin’s eyes as she’d said it, had tried to focus on its memory as he heard of sightings across Rivington, through his Steel Watch and more quiet observers—or at least, sightings of someone wearing his face. Gortash wasn’t going to fall for that again, even as each report sparked an unwanted shock of hope through his heart. It’s not him. It can’t really be him. He focuses instead on the details of the audience hall: takes a silent roll call of the invited patriars, in their ceremonial best to greet the city’s new dawn, checks and re-checks its defenses, the Steel Watchers standing sentry and the traps, gilded gold, ready to make ash of anyone who tries to intervene. Orin and her ilk won’t come here. Even she wouldn’t dare. By the time he feels a faint resonance in the stone secured to the back of his hand, he’s calm again. Confident. Sure, as he listens to Dillard Portyr introduce him with a dull-as-ever speech, that he has this in his control. But when the far doors open, when he’s sure the newcomers are the ones he seeks, when they come close enough for him to see Valas DeVir’s face—that’s when Gortash knows he’d been wrong. Gods below, this really is the best day of his life.

(keep reading)

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #enver gortash #the dark urge #durgetash #dark urge x gortash #my writing #bg3 fanfiction #valas devir #dark urge/gortash

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in-my-feels-probably · 2 years

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hi!! i really love your writing!

i had an idea for maybe a steve harrington x reader where reader takes eddie's place to distract the demo-bats (it could be a great angst with a happy ending)

Reassurance

Request: i had an idea for maybe a steve harrington x reader where reader takes eddie's place to distract the demo-bats (it could be a great angst with a happy ending)

and: hurt reader x steve would be great!! maybe the reader has powers just like el and it's right after or during season 4 and she's injured pretty badly and steve is just angry because she didn't listen to him and also scared and hurt and whatnot but he takes care of her and it ends in fluff!!!

and: Can I request a Steve imagine where he has to give the reader cpr?

Hi! I'm sorry it took me so long to get these requests filled, I’ve been busy and didn’t have much motivation to write in my freetime. Also, I hope you don’t mind that I combined these requests, they were all similar and I thought I could get the best content out if I used all of your ideas. If this isn’t what you were looking for and you want more than what I included, feel free to comment or leave me another request. Thank you for the requests, I hope you enjoy it!

Also, this is long, and not my best work, but I hope it’s ok, I just needed to get something posted, sorry.

(Warnings: violence, near death experience, cursing, angst, let me know if i missed anything)

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You were running out of time.

All of you were.

With El on the other side of the country and uncontactable, you were the only line of defense beyond the minimal weapons you and the team had managed to scrounge up. You had the same powers as El, resulting from similar government experiments they had done on expectant mothers, but unlike El, you didn’t grow up in a lab.

You didn’t even know you had powers until she showed up the night Will went missing, and you slowly learned how to use them over the years. She was far better at controlling them than you were, but you still were strong enough to handle your own.

And you were all that you and your friends had as you entered the Upside Down.

“Alright, here’s the plan. I’m going with Nancy and Robin to make sure they’re ok, because frankly, I don’t trust Robin enough to leave her on her own. I say that with love, “ Steve instructed, glancing around at everyone.

“Hey!”

“I said with love!” Steve shielded himself from Robin’s attack on his arm, looking to you for help while Eddie chuckled in amusement.

“Don’t look at me, pretty boy. I wasn’t invited to go with you.”

He sighed, stepping closer to you. “Because I don’t want you anywhere near Vecna if this goes to shit, you know he’ll target you. Plus, you’ve gotta look after Dustin and Munson, yeah? We’ve all got a job to do, we can’t be in one big group.”

“I know,” you mumbled, taking your place next to Eddie. “We’ve got this. We’ll distract the bats, you three find Vecna. Please be careful.”

“We will,” Steve said, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead, before turning and jogging to catch up with Robin and Nancy. “Be careful, Rob! I’m not kidding!”

You watched as Robin tripped over a tree root and nearly fell, Nancy reaching out to grab onto her hood to keep her from hitting the ground.

You winced, groaning, turning to Eddie and Dustin. “Let’s hurry up and get these bats out of their way, before one of them kills themselves.”

“On it,” Eddie replied, following Dustin back towards his trailer.

—

“If we live, I’m fucking killing both of you,” you shouted, doing your best to smash the bats coming into the trailer while Dustin climbed up the sheet. “Seriously, Munson, could that have taken any longer? Why didn’t we just play a tape?”

“It was so metal, though!” You could hear Dustin hit the mattress, calling for you both to hurry up.

You rolled your eyes. “Dying isn’t very metal, now is it?”

Eddie chuckled, doing his best to secure the vents and windows, before signaling for you to climb up the sheet. He helped steady you as you climbed, and you felt your stomach lurch as you fell onto the mattress below you, accepting Dustin’s hand to help pull you up.

“Ok, Eddie. Your turn,” Dustin motioned, waving his hand.

Eddie began the climb just as you could hear the bats getting louder, getting closer to getting inside. You gave Dustin a look of distress, your breaths quickening. Suddenly, Eddie stopped halfway up, and your stomach dropped.

“Eddie?” You faintly heard Dustin calling to him, but you could hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears, much louder than any other noises around you, and the fear was deafening. You grabbed onto the sheet, beginning to climb again. You intended to meet Eddie halfway.

“Eddie, I swear to god. Start climbing or I’m coming back in there and kicking your ass.”

You were joking, your usual sarcasm and wit coming through, but even you could tell it wasn’t enough to mask your fear, and by the look you saw in Eddie’s eyes, he knew it too. He was quiet, looking you dead in the eye. You could hear Dustin’s protests as Eddie slipped back down the sheet.

“I’ll be ok,” he murmured, and then you were falling.

He had cut the sheet, sending you sprawling to the floor.

“No. No! Eddie! Please, please! Eddie,” you and Dustin screamed, and you scrambled to find a way back up into the Upside Down, just as you heard the door to the trailer open, and the screech of the bats move further and further away.

—

“Go.”

Dustin was on the floor, writing in pain. You were trying to roll his pants leg up so you could see the damage, but he was fighting you.

“Go!”

You furiously shook your head. “I’m not leaving you–”

“Go! Please…Eddie needs you! I’ll be fine, I swear. I’ll be careful.”

You gave him a look of reluctance, eyes brimming with tears at the thought of leaving Dustin alone, hurt, and unable to defend himself. You opened your mouth to protest, but he was unwavering, and you knew he was right.

Eddie was going to die without you out there.

“Fine. Stay here, and I mean it! I’ll kick your ass, Henderson. I’m serious,” you called as you raced out the trailer door, following the swarm of bats down the street.

You ran for what seemed like miles, but it was impossible that it was that far. Still, your lungs were burning, your heart racing, and you knew catching up to Eddie might mean finding something you didn’t want to see.

You finally made it to an opening in a field, and a swarm of bats were flying in a frenzy. Eddie was in the middle of it all, shield up and spear ready.

But it wasn’t enough.

They were going to kill him if you didn’t help, and you raced into action. Just as one of the bats was about to land on his shoulder and stick a barb deep into his skin, you raised a hand, focusing your energy on stopping the bat. You could feel it squish through the energy as it screamed in pain, before falling limp to the ground.

Eddie turned in shock as you brought your sleeve up to your nose, wiping away the blood.

“What are you doing here?” Eddie asked confused, watching you use your powers in awe as he speared a bat as it flew over his head.

“Making sure you don’t die. Although, I’ll admit, it would be a metal way to go.” You brought down more bats as they swooped lower, and they too fell to the floor. “But you’re not dying on my watch. Go, Dustin needs you.”

Eddie shook his head in confusion, raising his shield to block the bats. “What? No, I’m not leaving you here to do this alone, Harrington would kill me.”

You took down dozens more bats, feeling your energy drained. You huffed and took in a deep breath of air as you made your way closer to Eddie, trying not to look tired.

“I’m fine, I’ve got this. Please, Eddie. Dustin’s hurt, and I don’t want him alone. I can do this. Go.”

He shook his head. “Hold on–”

You raised your hand in his direction, gripping him with your powers, sending him stumbling backwards on his feet. He steadied himself, and you gave him an apologetic look, sighing.

“I’m sorry, Eddie. Please, just go. I can do this. You’ve done enough, we just have to get everyone out of here safely now.”

He was reluctant, but he eventually nodded, spearing a few more bats, before scooping up his bike and racing off back to his trailer. You took down the bats that tried following him, but you stumbled, feeling your energy draining.

You were growing tired as the remaining bats swarmed around you, and you could feel the blood streaming from your nose.

You shook your head in determination, facing the bats head on. You raised both hands, gripping the bats in your hold as tight as you could, hearing them wail and scream in pain, writhing in the air. You could feel yourself draining, your vision beginning to blur. Your legs began to shake, and you struggled to hold yourself up as you tightened your hold, not letting the bats go.

With one last burst of energy, you let out a scream, pushing all your strength into the bats, and they let out one final chorus of screeches, before falling as you watched.

You brought your hand to your nose, wiping the blood. You gave a faint smile, before making your unsteady walk back to the trailer. You barely made it up the first step, before your vision went black, and you dropped to the ground.

—

The team had done what they could. Steve, Robin, and Nancy had managed to make it back to the trailer in time before the Upside Down had fallen apart. Eddie had helped Dustin back through, and everyone made it out alive, and relatively unharmed.

Except you.

Eddie had heard you collapse, and lugged you into the trailer and out of the Upside Down. He got you and Dustin somewhere safe, and was praying that you were ok, and that Steve would catch up to you guys, and that he wouldn’t kill him for getting his girlfriend hurt.

Eddie was crouched down next to you, desperately shaking you and trying to wake you up, when he felt Dustin tap him on the shoulder, and a voice called out.

“Henderson!” Steve yelled, running to the three of you, a smile on his face, with Robin and Nancy not far behind. “Is everyone alright?”

His smile fell, and he felt the color drain from his face, and the air leave his lungs, as he stepped around Dustin to find you, unconscious and not moving, blood dried around your nose and lips.

“No,” he murmured, falling to his knees beside you. “Shit, shit shit! What happened?”

Eddie scrambled out of the way, standing up and looking desperately between you and the rest of the group. “I don’t know, man, I just found her like that.”

Steve cupped your face in his hands, gently tapping at your cheeks. “What? What the fuck are you talking about, you were supposed to stay together, keep each other safe! Where were you?”

Eddie ran a hand through his hair, frantically shaking his head, and Dustin broke the silence.

“Eddie took the bats on by himself. He cut the sheet, and by the time we managed to get back in, I hurt my leg, and I told them to just leave me and go. I thought Eddie was gonna get really hurt–”

“And I would have,” Eddie finished. “I was pretty much a goner until she showed up. She took them all on, made me leave. I tried to stay, but she literally held me back, she wouldn’t let me help. I came back for Dustin to see if he was alright, and by the time I thought she would be back, I heard a noise outside. She passed out. I carried her in and got her out, and then I couldn’t wake her up.”

Steve leaned his head down over your chest, before laying a hand over your sternum. “Fuck! I don’t think they’re breathing, I don’t feel or hear anything! What do we do?”

Everyone was frantic, Nancy trying to help calm Eddie, and bandage Dustin, and Robin was trying to think.

“Wait!” Robin said, stepping closer to you. “Steve, I know you know CPR. You were captain of the swim team, and I had you in a health class junior year. I know they taught us CPR and that you’ve practiced it before.”

“Fuck,” Steve panicked, wracking his brain to remember the rhythm and counts. “Ok, ok. I’ve got it.”

His hands were trembling as he clasped them together, pressing them down hard on your chest as he counted the beats in his head. Every couple of seconds, he pinched your nose and blew breaths into your mouth, before continuing compressions. Nancy had knelt down, tilting your head back, trying to remember the important steps to use.

Steve was crying silently now, grumbling under his breath as he erratically continued, desperately trying to wake you. “Fuck! Please!”

Your friends watched in horror as you lay still on the ground, fresh blood spilling from your nose. There was no noise but the sound of Steve’s labored breaths and pleas, choking on tears as he worked.

“Steve…” Robin mumbled, laying a hand on his shoulder. She was crying too, now.

“No,” he said, pushing her hand away, before leaning down to breathe air into your mouth.

Robin let out a quiet sob, crouching down next to him. “Steve,” she tried once more.

“No!” He shouted, furiously wiping at his eyes. He took a deep breath, glancing over his shoulder to see all of your friends, cheeks wet and shoulders slumped, giving him a solemn look. Steve felt like he was going to be sick, looking back to your still body. He swiped a thumb under your nose, wiping away the stray blood.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, leaning his head down to rest on your chest. He was quiet now, so quiet that his words were just meant for you now. “Please, baby. Please don’t leave me.”

Your friends watched in silence as he cried into your chest, feeling so sick that he thought he might pass out next to you, hoping that he wouldn’t wake up. The air around you was cold, a chill surrounding you all. It was eerily quiet as everyone stared in shock.

Suddenly, breath filled you, and you choked up a cough, sucking in air. You managed your way up to rest on your elbows, turning over to your side and coughing up everything that was making your throat feel tight. You were gasping for breath, looking around wildly as you felt your vision begin to clear. You sat all the way up, feeling your chest ache and your ribs constrict.

In your stupor, you missed your friends' shocked reactions and faces full of relief, as they let out tears of joy. They huddled together, giving you space, as Steve cautiously inched forward, trying not to scare you.

You finally turned to face him as your eyes adjusted, and you took him in, his glistening eyes and red cheeks, and his chest rapidly rising and falling as he breathed heavily.

“Steve?”

He couldn’t muster words, only reaching for your hand to grip it tight, pressing a kiss to your palm. You could feel his tears fall onto your hand.

“I’m so sorry,” you muttered, reaching to touch him. It seemed like it would never be enough of him, that you could never be as close to him as you wanted, as you balled your fist in his shirt, grasping him tight.

“Shh, baby,” he said, shaking his head. “Don’t hurt yourself. You’re ok. I promise. Just rest.”

He couldn’t find the words to comfort you, not when he only seconds ago was fearing for your life, fearing that he may have to continue on living his without you. He could barely breathe, let alone find the right things to say to you.

You were so tired, but you registered him gathering you up and gently lifting you, with the help of Eddie. You glanced to make sure Dustin was ok, and he was being helped by Robin and Nancy. You let yourself relax and calm in the new safety you felt with Steve near again, and drifted off as he carried you.

—

You woke up to harsh fluorescent lights overhead, in an unfamiliar room. You glanced around to see some of your friends, and Steve, all huddled in a corner in uncomfortable hospital chairs, eyes on the floor.

You cleared your throat, getting their attention, and the girls rushed to your side. They bombarded you with questions, making sure you were ok, asking if there was anything they could do to make you comfortable. You were a little fuzzy on the whole night, and had them clarify the events.

To your disappointment, Steve didn’t get up from his chair by your bed, didn’t talk to you. He barely even looked at you, besides the occasional glances.

You made small talk with the girls, asking about everyone else, seeing if they were ok. They wouldn’t tell you much of the specifics, not wanting to further worry you, instead distracting you with what the reporters were saying on TV.

They finally left, leaving you alone in the room with Steve.

You slowly opened your hand, laying it down in front of him on the bed. His jaw was clenched, but he accepted it, interlacing your fingers with his, running his thumb along the back of your hand.

He looked angry.

You didn’t know what to say, or how to comfort him. What you didn’t know was that he had a million things to say to you, a million things he wanted to scream, and shout, and get into your head that you are way too important to him to be as reckless as you were the night before.

But he didn’t think he could get a word out without bursting into tears, so he remained passive, opting to hold your hand instead. It was quiet a moment longer, before you broke the silence. Your voice was scratchy. Small.

“I’m sorry.”

You watched his face flicker for a moment, his eyes full of pain. He was furious, that much was clear. But he didn’t yell. He just nodded, squeezing your hand.

“I know.”

You reached a hand out to cup a finger under his chin, turning him to face you. He softened at your touch, eyes glistening. You gave him a look of sorrow,

“I had to, Steve. I’m sorry I scared you, and I’m sorry I went off alone, but I’m not sorry for getting hurt. I had to, or otherwise Eddie would have died, and that would have been on me. I couldn’t sit there when I knew I could help.”

Steve scoffed, giving you an incredulous look. “You could have gotten yourself killed. Shit, you almost did. Do you have any idea what it was like?”

You looked away from him, choosing to focus on your joined hands instead.

“That was the most scared I’ve ever been in my life. To think that the last time I saw you, I told you to leave me, and to look after someone else. I was so busy bitching over Robin being clumsy, that I didn’t even get one last look at you.”

You clenched your jaw, your eyes brimming with tears. He was getting louder now, voice thick with emotion.

“I mean, God! Seriously, do you think I’d be able to live with myself knowing I didn’t tell you that I loved you one last time? That the last memory I’d have of your face would be cold and still, blood dripping from your fucking nose? It made me so fucking sick, and I don’t think I’ll ever survive a feeling like that again–”

He stopped, taking a shaky breath. You finally met his eyes, and fresh tears had spilled down his cheeks. Your heart shattered at the sight, you gripped his hand impossibly tighter.

“And that feeling…it’s because you put yourself in danger. You put your life on the line. I don’t think you’re getting how massively fucking ruined my life would be if I lost you last night. I don’t want to feel like that ever again. I don’t want to see you in a hospital bed, strapped to all these machines, ever again. Do you hear me?”

You fervently nodded, cradling his face in your hands. He leaned into your hand, pressing his cheek to the warmth. You wiped away the tears that had fallen, leaning your forehead against his.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Steve,” you murmured agaisnt him. “I didn’t mean to worry you. I just had to make sure everyone was ok. I couldn’t live with myself if someone else got hurt in there.”

He shook his head, and you held him still, continuing. “But I hear you. I won’t do something stupid like that again, I promise. I’ll stay as safe as I can, and as close to you as I can.”

He just tiredly nodded, relishing in your touch, finally taking free and untouched breaths. You swiped your thumb across his cheekbone.

“I’m ok, Steve. I promise.”

He let out a pained sound, almost a whimper. The sound was like glass shards entering your heart, but you continued to reassure him.

There was so much more you both needed to say, so much on your minds. But neither of you were up to it, and you wanted to comfort your boy, after he had spent the night taking care of you. So you just spoke softly, cooing the words, trying to ingrain them in his head.

“I’m ok. I’ll be fine. I’m sorry, baby. I love you.”

He finally caved, cautiously crawling up into the bed with you, molding himself to your frame.

“I love you, too. You’re ok,” he nodded, trying to reassure himself more than you.

There was so much unsaid, but you left it at that, holding Steve close to you.

—

A/N - Hi! I hope you enjoyed this, sorry it’s taken so long to get out. I have a few more Stranger Things requests, plus some Marauders requests to fill. My requests for both are still open.

#steve harrington requests #steve harrington x reader #stranger things season 4 #stranger things volume 2 #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #stranger things

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ijustreallylovethem · 1 year

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maybe you could write where you’re mason mctavishs bestfriend and you meet Jamie thru him🫶🏼🫶🏼

you should’ve known this day would come sooner or later. the day that your best friend found out the truth. in your defense, you were planning on telling him eventually. but you had hoped your excuse of ‘wanting to keep your new boyfriend a secret until the relationship was secure’ would’ve lasted a little longer than two weeks.

you had a great morning, not having to wake up to any alarms, being held in jamie’s arms and turning around to press kisses to his shoulders and cheeks to wake him up as well. you stayed under the covers for a while, just talking and enjoying your moment of peace. you hardly ever got those since you were trying to keep your relationship on the low while jamie lived with the worlds worst secret keeper and you lived with the one person you really didn’t want to find out yet.

you didn’t think mason would be mad, he was the one who introduced the two of you after all. but it was only because the two were teammates and friends and you were his best friend who had just moved in with him. he wasn’t trying to set you up with each other. so just in case he would be upset when you told him just who your new mystery man was, you wanted to make sure the relationship was going well so you would have some sort of defense against his arguments. maybe your excuse wasn’t so much of an excuse after all.

“i’m getting hungry,” you mumbled, pulling away from a kiss. you loved kissing jamie, and you weren’t ashamed to use your alone time with him to kiss him as much as you desired. and he definitely wasn’t opposed.

“we have some pancake mix downstairs,” he offered. you smiled, leaning in the give him another quick kiss.

“that sounds like a great idea. let me put on pants.” you rolled out of bed, making your way to jamie’s dresser and stealing a pair of his sweats to slide over your hips. jamie poked his head out of the door, listening for his roommate.

“i don’t hear anything, i think we’re good.” you followed jamie out of his room but stopped in the hallway to use the bathroom. you had just closed the door when you heard voices in the living room.

“hey jamie!”

“mason! what’s up dude? what are you doing here?”

“well i was going to ask y/n if she wanted to go for breakfast but she said she stayed at her new boyfriends house last night and she hasn’t answered her phone. i think she usually has it set on do not disturb until ten on weekends so i’m gonna try to call her again in a minute. but i figured i’d stop by here and see if you guys wanted to come with us.”

“i could bash three plates of pancakes right now, bro,” you heard trevor say but you weren’t focused on him. your wide eyes shot over to the clock on the speaker trevor kept on the bathroom counter. 10:01, fuck. you cursed under your breath, quietly opening the door to the bathroom but before you could make it halfway down the hallway, your phone was ringing from jamie’s room. you ran down the hallway, rushing to silence it, but was too late. by the time you turned around, mason was standing in the doorway.

“well, this is awkward,” you said, a nervous laugh escaping you. he gave you a stern look but then started to laugh, shaking his head.

“y/n, come on. your car is literally in the driveway.” your jaw dropped, realizing he was right.

“you knew i was here!”

“yeah, you’re a shit liar.”

“hey!”

“plus trev caught you guys last week and you know he can’t keep his mouth shut.”

“hey!” you heard from the living room. you scoffed, shaking your head.

“i cannot believe you.”

“i can’t believe you tried to hide the fact that you’re dating my teammate.”

“touché.” trevor appeared behind mason in the hallway and you both turned your attention to him.

“now that the truth is out for everyone, can we please go to ihop now?”

#nhl #jamie drysdale #blurb

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always-andromeda · 1 year

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Hey hey! I'm sending in a request for strawberry creme with Jim Hopper from ST 💌

– 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲

𝐉𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: hey, hey, anon! this is like my first time writing for Hop? and goodness gracious I hope I did him at least a little justice because I adore him so very much.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: implied age gap, implied power imbalance, takes place right before the events of season three, mostly fluff with bits of angst, nothing else I can think of!

Jim Hopper isn't the type to yearn for romance. The time for that had passed by him long, long ago. That was another life. Before the upside down, before his daughter, even before his ex-wife. No, Jim Hopper is a man of the law. He takes care of people. Day in and day out, in whatever little way he can…he tries.

For the most part, Jim tolerates this existence. Taking Eleven in helped break up the monotony a bit. Though, now that she’s taken a front row seat on the Teenage Girlhood Express, Jim finds himself listening to kissing much more than he ever wanted to.

He blocks it out and simply tries not to think about it. He’s not going to get jealous. He’s not designed for those things anymore. Not in the slightest. But when you waltz into his life, it changes everything.

At first he'd barely spare you a second glance as you helped Florence with filing paperwork and taking calls at the department. Quickly approaching her seventies, it made sense for the department to start training a replacement for Flo.

This change was difficult for Jim to adjust to at first. A new staff member meant an entirely new face he'd have to get used to seeing around the office. A new person who has no idea how he takes his coffee and won't stop him from sneaking doughnuts into his office. A new person to worry about saving if the town decides to go to shit again.

Whatever. You'll just have to get over his shortness, the way he rolls his eyes at you, and his tendency to call you "kid" like you're some teenager with knocking knees. Considering the things he's seen, that's what almost everyone looks like to him now.

But there's something particularly benign about you that sets you apart even from anyone else in his mind. The way you pleasantly say good morning and goodnight to him almost every day. The way you always seem to have a smile ready for him. The way that you look up at him with massive eyes like you’re counting on him.

They're all massive red flags that signal him to stay away, no matter how endearing he might find your insistence. Part of him doesn’t like being mean to you. But part of him hopes that the more he pushes you, the more likely you’ll be to get sick of him and put in your two weeks notice. It’s cruel, but it’s what’s best for you, he tells himself.

You bring him his coffee one morning, like you normally do. Completely black, of course. You'd learned the hard way that he craved the burnt and bitter taste on early mornings; of course Jim wasn't the kind of guy who didn't want anything sugar-coated.

He takes a sip of the coffee. Then looks at you with disdain and says, "Did you put sugar in this?" He knows you didn’t.

You stare quizzically with a furrowed brow, "...no?"

"My taste buds are telling me differently, kid,” he jabs back.

And after spending months of trying to soften him, that's the straw that breaks the camel's back for you. As you step closer to his desk, you say defensively, "I'm not a kid, you know. I can do all of the jobs that Florence can now and whether you like it or not, someday she's going to retire and you'll be stuck with me. At some point, you have to accept that."

Jim stands from his swivel chair and comes around his desk. You'd never known him to be violent, but there's a sternness in his eye that makes you second guess your assumption.

With his eyes completely trained on you, Jim says in a low voice, "A girl as nice as you doesn't belong in a town like this."

The simple assertion infuriates you. But before you can voice your disapproval, Jim is pressing his lips over yours. And you're melting into it.

He kisses you like time is running out. Which, for a guy like him, might be true. Who knows, the next day he might be pulled right back through the veil that divides the world he knows and the one that has threatened his own for years now.

People like you were what made his job doable. As long as there were pretty girls like you and your saccharine mouth in quaint little towns like Hawkins just trying to get by...Jim Hopper would always have a job to do.

He pulls away, feeling as if he pushed you away from a moving train. In some selfish way, he thinks he's saving you when he says, "Now you can file whatever complaint you want. Then you can go. For your sake, get out of this town, kid."

You may not have put sugar in his coffee. But there was something sweet about your mouth. A sweetness that he couldn't bear to keep around for any longer.

He dismisses you quickly and you dawdle out of his office, already immortalizing the feeling of his cracked lips against yours and the sharp taste of cigarettes seeping into your own taste buds.

If Jim's intention was to disgust you so thoroughly that you'd quit, he had no idea what he was up against. Because you find yourself wanting more. You find yourself touching the spot on your back where Jim's large hand had been, pulling you closer to him. If anything, he'd created his own monster; a fire that won't stop burning, no matter how much either of you might try to hide from it.

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tinyboxxtink · 8 months

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"Summer of '87" {Chapter 7}

She's baaack!

I'm SO sorry it took so long guys, but I've been in rough shape for a bit. i'm better now, but still not working so I can update this faster!

I know it was a LONG break, but I hoe this chapter makes up for it. i'm kinda proud of it.

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Chapter 6

Chapter 8

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“I’m sorry, what?” Dutin blinked several times as he tried to process what you had just said.

“I’m…I’m your sister….”

“Yeah I got that,” he cut you off. “But why exactly do you think that?”

“...We have the same dad,” you explained.

“What?” He now laughed. “That’s not-- I don’t know who you think you are, but--”

“Our dad cheated on my mom with your mom, and then--” you tried to go on but Dustin wasn't having it.

“Fuck you!!” he suddenly yelled angrily. “My mom is not a homewrecker!”

“I’m not saying that!” You argued defensively. “It was a one time thing, and then--”

“Oh so “our” dead beat dad had a one night stand with my mom and then went back to his loving family?” he spat.

“Well, i mean he’s kind of a dick--”

“Well that explains where you get it from.” Dustin scoffed.

“HEY,” Eddie suddenly spoke up loudly. “Not cool, Henderson,”

“And you? Sucked in by a pair of pretty eyes? Really? You just let her feed you a story and brought her here?!�� Dustin gestured angrily at Eddie.

“It’s not a story!” You argued.

“Look man, i get you’re upset, I do. But she’s telling the truth--”

“HOW do you know that?” Dustin challenged him.

Eddie stared at the two of you for several moments at the question. How did he know? He had just taken you at your word, no questions asked. But-- you knew Dustin’s name, that had to mean something right? And you had no idea who Eddie was, so you wouldn’t lie just to come with them, right?

“...I--I don’t,” he finally admitted softly.

“Eddie!” you cried tearfully. “Really?”

“Well it’s true!” He bit his lip with glassy eyes. “I--I just trusted your word for it,”

“And you don’t now?”

“I didn’t say that,” he shook his head. “I’m just stating facts,”

“Nah,” Dustin shook his own head. “I see what’s goin’ on. YOU told Eddie some sob story so you could get in his pants!”

“Dust I at least know that is not true,” Eddie defended you. “We haven’t even kissed! By HER choice!”

“Yeah, of course not dipshit!” Dustin yelled in rage. “She’s playing you! She probably knows who you are, going after your money and--”

“Alright, that’s enough.” Eddie cut him off his angry spiel. “I know you gotta be freakin’ out over all this, it’s a lot. But listen Henderson, the last couple days I’ve spent with your sister--”

“She is NOT my sister!” Dustin backed away.

“Y/N,” Eddie changed his misnomer. “Look man if you just got to know her, I promise--”

“I don’t wanna get to know her!” Dustin screamed. “I’m not gonna let some random chick seduce my best friend and use ME to do it!”

And with that he turned and stomped off the bus, leaving the two of you alone.

------

“....That could’ve gone better,” Eddie said in a playful tone.

“Ha ha,” you sighed sarcastically as you flopped onto the couch and put your hands over your face.

“Don’t worry,” He sat next to you and rubbed your leg. “He’ll come around--”

“And what if he doesn’t?!” You suddenly sat up. “What if he convinces your whole friend group that I’m just some gold digging groupie?!”

“Well, i know he can’t convince ALL of them,” he stroked your face. “The guys already trust you, hell they even invited you!”

He paused.

“Shit, I should’ve told Henderson that!”

“It’s okay, Eddie,” you put a hand to his cheek. “I’m sure it wouldn’t have mattered,”

“But it might have,” He sighed as he put his hand over yours on his face. “I just--- I let him get into my head for a split second. I’m sorry, princess,”

“It’s okay,” you assured him. “Really,”

You both sat there in silence for a moment, when you noticed Eddie glancing down at your lips.

“....You know I have money to pay Gareth,” He smirked softly.

“Eddie!” You hit him playfully. “One setback is not gonna derail my plans on bonding with my brother,”

“But he already thinks we’re sleeping together!”

“And we told him we weren’t!” you pointed out. “And I’m not gonna already start lying to him, he already thinks I am!”

“Okay, okay,” Eddie sighed in defeat. “I just wanted to make you feel better,”

“I appreciate the gesture,” You giggled while playing with his hair.

“Anytime,” he smiled back before kissing your forehead.

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After the boys were settled, Eddie retrieved his old van from the trailer park and drove you to your friend Amanda’s house. She came running out to greet you when she heard you pull up.

“Y/N!” She squealed “I missed you! I--”

She suddenly recognized Eddie and stopped mid-sentence.

“Holy shit,” she gasped. “You’re Eddie Munson,”

“Guilty,” he chuckled. “Nice to meet a fan,”

“A FAN?” She suddenly blurted out angrily. “I am not a fan!”

Both of your faces dropped in this weird turn of events.

“You’re not?” He asked curiously.

“No!” Amanda snapped. “You don’t even remember me, do you?”

“I….” he looked between the two of you nervously. “No…?”

“Last summer? The Hideout?” She asked as if that would trigger Eddie’s memory. Unfortunately, it did not.

“I…” He made a face. “I’m sorry, i don’t--”

“WE SLEPT TOGETHER!!!!” She screamed angrily. “And you never called me!”

“OH,” Eddie’s eyes suddenly widened in recognition.. “Oh shit. Mandy…”

“SERIOUSLY Eddie?!” you suddenly interjected coldly. How could he not remember sleeping with anybody? Let alone one of your closest friends.

“Geez, look I’m really sorry Mandy--”

“Amanda,” she corrected him curtly.

“Amanda.” Eddie coughed uncomfortably. “I just-- we just….the scouts were in the audience that night, and the next day things just kinda--- took off,”

“And now what, he’s got you under his spell too?” Amanda ignored him as she glared at you.

“What? NO!” You gestured wildly. “We haven’t even slept together!”

“YET,” Amanda kept her death glare.

“Come on Man-- Amanda,” Eddie cooed. “It was a long time ago. You know I would’ve called you--”

Your eyes were now widened at his sudden “Casanova” act. Was he serious right now?!

“Get your hands off me!” Amanda swatted at him. “And Y/N, you can have him.”

She stared to walk away, making you chase after her.

“Mandy!” You called. “But what about--”

“Go shack up with Mr. Rock Star, for all I care,” she spat at you before going in her house and slamming the door.

You stood there just staring, reeling from the last few minutes. After a moment, Eddie came and put a shoulder on yours.

“Well, you can always stay with me--”

“Don’t,” you spun away from his touch, leaving him bewildered.

“What?” he asked. “Why--?”

“WHat the hell was that?!” You gestured towards Amanda’s house. “You hit on her RIGHT in front of me!”

“Aw come on princess,” he laughed. “I was just trying to ease the tension!”

“How exactly is hitting on your ex in front of your new-- WHATEVER,” you grunted in frustration.

“She’s not my ex!” he argued. “She’s some rando i slept with--”

“Like I will be?” you scowled.

“That’s not fair,” he replied in a very hurt tone. “I haven’t done anything--”

“Not YET,” You repeated Amanda’s comment. “What was that just now back at the bus? Huh? You get me back here and suddenly what, wanna make me one of the many?”

“First of all, it’s not ‘one of the many’,” he half laughed like it was the most ridiculous thought that he had slept with tons of women. “It’s one of the FEW, at best,”

“Do you think you’re making this better?” you narrowed your eyes.

“Look princess, I--”

“Y/N,” you corrected him coldly, as Amanda did.

“...Y/N,” he said softly with a face that looked like he was a puppy you just kicked. “I was stupid back then, okay?”

“Oh yeah, ‘back then’,” you laughed sarcastically. “A whole year ago,”

“I was going through something!” he suddenly became enraged as he flashed back to last summer. It had only been a few months since Vecna, and he had just gotten out of the hospital when he had played that show at The HIdeout.

It was packed; everyone had come to see the “Hero of Hawkins.” He couldn’t deny it, it was a rush. It felt amazing to be seen for the first time as something other than the town Freak. He had let it get to his head a bit. He had a few beers after the show, schmoozing with “Fans” and agents. And maybe he had fooled around with a few guys, a few girls. He just wanted to soak up every minute of not being an outcast.

“I’m not gonna sit here and defend how I chose to deal with everything that happened to me, especially to you!”

“Oh yeah, everything that happened,” you laughed again. “Yeah it must’ve been so hard with girls throwing themselves at you--”

“I’m talking about what I had to go through to get there!” He got in your face. “AND I didn’t even do it for that!”

He stepped back as his hands shook with rage, thinking back to that night. That horrible night.

“I almost DIED, Y/N.” He spoke with a sharp tongue. “I was READY to die. For your brother. For my friends. For this fucking town who HATED me!”

He trembled with rage as he walked around explaining his story.

“When i was hanging by that rope climbing out of the Upside Down, I remember the exact moment I knew i had to…sacrifice myself.”

His voice became low as he sat down on the curb.

“I--I cut the rope so Dustin couldn’t come after me, i knew i had to buy the others more time. Nobody else could do it but me--”

He spoke out loud almost as if he was in a trance, recalling the events. Logically he knew you had no context about what he was on about, but he told the tale nonetheless.

You just watched on in horror, suddenly regretting everything you had yelled at him for. He was right, you had no idea what he went through. He had vaguely described it when he told you about Vecna, but not in detail like this.

“I got on that bike and I rode like hell. I rode so fast and so hard, I thought my legs were going to burst into flame right from under me. And then I felt one of the bats snare me right in the neck--”

He paused to catch his breath as tears clogged his throat. You sat next to him but didn’t touch him, not wanting to interrupt his monologue.

“I fell to the ground, and all I felt was pain. Constant pain. Stabbing, knawing, the sounds that they made…”

He paused again as he let a quiet, quick sob come out before continuing.

“I knew I was dying, that I was gonna die. I waited for it, just listening to their horrible screeches, but then-- it just stopped.”

“Stopped?” you said, snapping him out of it. He jerked his head to face you, suddenly realizing you had been there this whole time.

“Yeah, stopped.” He repeated softly as he gently laid his hand next to yours on the pavement. You interlaced your fingers together and squeezed his hand in comfort.

“It was like they all just-- died at once. They fell to the ground and it was just…silence.” he gulped.

“And then I heard Dustin yelling my name,” He looked down as his voice really began to shake. “Part of me was so pissed he had come after me, and part of me was so angry at myself that he was going to see me like that, but-- i was also so grateful i wasn't going to die alone,”

“Oh Eddie,” you whispered while gripping his hand tighter. You didn’t want to cry and make this about you, but hearing him speak in such detail about the hell he went through, it made you want to sob.

“I could feel myself shutting down, which is ironic because I mean I started losing feeling in everything. First my legs, then my torso. I told Henderson he had to look after the little sheeples, I wanted to give him something he could have to call his own. A legacy. Something i could give him since i wouldn’t be around to give him anything else--”

He looked down once more as you saw droplets of tears stain the pavement.

“I felt like I was letting him down, leaving him all alone like that. I know he has his friends, but-- what we had was special. A true brother bond. God I wanted so badly to live in that moment, but not for myself. For him.”

“Eddie….” you laid your head on his shoulder.

“I told him I loved him,” he admitted. “I’ve never told ANYONE that, except for Wayne. Once.”

He finally looked at you.

“And I do. I really love that little guy,” he said before finally breaking down in your arms.

You just sat there for a long while, letting him cry in your arms and trying not to cry too hard yourself. You didn’t care if Mandy could see you, all you wanted to do in that moment was make him feel better. Make him feel safe.

After a few more minutes, Eddie began to compose himself before looking into your teary eyes. His eyes were bloodshot from crying so hard, his lips were chapped from dehydration. He stared at you with pure childlike emotion, a broken little boy.

The gap between you began to close as his hands went to the back of your neck, pulling you closer slowly. You knew you shouldn’t let this happen; not now. He was distraught, he was vulnerable. But for some reason you just let him pull you closer until your lips brushed together tenderly.

The kiss became more intense as soon as your lips were locked together. Both of Eddie’s hands went into your hair as he pressed harder and licked your lips, asking for entrance. You immediately opened your mouth slightly as your own tongue went into his mouth. He roamed your mouth with his tongue aggressively, as if he was trying to taste every inch of you.

After a few seconds you both pulled apart, breathing heavily.

“Y/N, I--” he began to speak but you put a finger over his lips.

“Shh, not here. Not now, okay?” you whispered with a small smile. You didn’t want him to say something he didn’t mean just because you two were having an intimate moment.

“....Okay,” he nodded in understanding.

He held your hand as he helped you stand up, walking back towards the van with you still in his grasp.

“Y’know, you really can stay with me. I won’t try anything--”

“I think we’re past that,” you blushed. “But--- yeah, that would be nice.”

You and Eddie “shacked” up--- that would totally help your mission with Dustin and keep the bet. Right?

…..Riiiiight.

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x yn #stanger things #stranger things 4 #dustin henderson #corroded coffin #stranger things fanfiction #summer of 87

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bubblegum---bitch · 11 months

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Hey, I don’t know how you feel about Crimson, but is it possible that you could write some HCs of him with an anxious/ socially awkward s/o? Maybe that sounds weird, but it would mean a lot if you listened to my request. I understand if you don’t want to write for him :)

Crimson Dating Headcanon: Anxious/Socially awkward reader

- Being the significant other to Crimson Knolastname was not easy. You were from completely different worlds and your personalities would clash more times than you'd like, but somehow the two of you just worked.

- He was the head of the mafia that his family has run for generations and he ruled it with an iron fist. He was cruel, bloodthirsty, and short-tempered to the littlest of inconveniences that would oftentimes result in either death or permanent injuries. He was charming, witty, dangerous, and in control of everything that was him.

- You on the other hand were a socially awkward demon full of anxiety that hated the idea of leaving the safety of your home for anything. You hated the outside world and everything it had to offer. So much death and evil ran rampant throughout the rings the thought of you being targeted by those who'd have ill intentions was enough to bring on several panic attacks.

- Crimson despite knowing full well that anything regarding socializing or interacting with new people was hard for you, would oftentimes drag you to important business meetings, parties, dinners, and on the rare occasion a hit with the excuse that having you close was good luck.

- Being the kind of demon that he is, he sometimes (more like all the time) can be insensitive about your mental health and make you feel insecure about it to the point you get depressed and isolate yourself which in turn upsets him because he wants you with him 24/7.

- Due to his upbringing and lifestyle, things like emotions and mental health were seen as a sign of weakness, and those teachings were engraved in his soul so it was difficult for him to act or think otherwise.

- Most times he completely pushes your need for isolation aside so he could have you nearby at all times for your safety, but he does manage to compromise with you sometimes when he realizes how much his actions negatively affect you.

- From time to time he'll check up on you by either watching you closely for any telltales of discomfort or would pay attention to the way you respond during a conversation or how you react to certain things.

- Somedays he surprises you by being a little more attentive and thoughtful of your feelings and puts in effort to make you comfortable and want to be around him more.

- If anyone makes you feel uncomfortable in any way for any reason he is quick to terminate them but not before taking you to a more comfortable setting to avoid upsetting you any further.

- He wasn't a caring man by nature but he would attempt to be there for you if you get overwhelmed or need a break.

-Physical touch is very important to Crimson thus he finds ways to make you feel better with hand-holding, caresses, or his favorite kisses.

- Despite his cold and calculating exterior, Crimson is very affectionate behind closed doors and often seeks you out to quench his need for physical touch. He loves that you don't deny him the pleasure of having his hands all over you when he has the time.

- In his defense, he tries to understand the root of your anxiety and even hires the best therapist money can buy for those days when you need to talk to someone you can open your problems to (despite hating the idea you'd want to talk to anyone else other than him, but then again compromise).

- You will always have a goon to accompany you when he's not around to do so himself, that was the one thing he refuses to compromise on with you no matter how much you complain.

- You were the most important person in his life and thus your safety was his number one priority, mental health came second or third (maybe a bit lower depending on the day)

- But despite his flaws and close-mindedness to your mental health that are taboo in his culture of bloodshed, backstabbing, and death, he loves you in the best way he knows how to and hopes you know that having you with him makes him happy.

Hope I did a good job with the delivery, it's literally two in the morning and sleep has yet to take me 😅

#helluvaboss #crimson knolastname #socially awkward #x reader #anxiety #request

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gtraccoon · 1 year

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hey i know you’re on a break so don’t answer this right away if you don’t feel like it but I have more characters!!

sorry it’s long again lmao

I debated for a really long time about whether to make Stan or Kyle tiny (cause imo they’re pretty similar), but i eventually decided Kyle. I love overly aggressive and angry tinies and also super tiny Ike was a really cute idea to me.

The bottom of Kyle’s pants is from an old Tegridy shirt that Stan repaired it with when it ripped. In return Kyle and Ike made Stan a necklace and a bracelet respectively. Stan’s style is also a bit different than in the show cause a lot of his main friends are borrowers. So at school he hangs out with some different people, most notably he hangs out with the goth kids more (i love them), and that jacket in the picture specifically is a hand me down from Michael who got tired of seeing him in his old worn down stained brown coat everyday. (i might change it later so he has poorly bleached hair, but i can’t decide rn)

Kyle and Stan have been friends since the Brofloski’s moved to his house, but then Ike met Stan. All was well and good cause Kyle and Stan constantly made sure Ike wouldn’t spill their secret…until enough time had gone past that they kind of slacked off on making sure Ike didn’t slip up. So of course one day he does, and Kyle’s mom figures out that Stan and Kyle not only know each other, but are “super best friends.”

Shelia goes to Gerald and plot twist: Gerald and Randy have been hanging out too. Also Shelly knows Kyle and Ike. And so does the poor kid in the parka that comes over sometimes. Sheila goes to Sharon cause she just at that point assumes that the human mom knows her family but nope: Sharon had no idea there were tiny people in her walls. Both families were just hiding each other from the respective moms. Sheila and Sharon eventually become friends cause they bond over both dealing with an absurd amount of dumbassery, but not until after they give their families a stern talking to.

Anyway, both families live in harmony pretty much. The Brofloski’s don’t like to be fully dependent on the humans, but they all go out from the walls whenever they want to and socialize with each other. Sharon even helped set up Kyle to go to Stan’s school virtually! The whole family basically made up this sob story about how Kyle has like glass skin and paper bones (i don’t have an actual bs story rn) and he can’t come to school in person so the school just set up a computer monitor at an empty desk and Kyle joins school from a zoom call everyday.

This is how he meets Cartman. The two argue just as much this way as they do in the show, and they hate each other. Kyle, however, is actually genuinely terrified of Cartman. Since they hate each other, he’s afraid that if Cartman every learned how small he was, he’d murder him. Sheila doesn’t know about Kyle’s horrific fear of his “friend,” cause Kyle’s afraid that if he told her, she’s want him out of school. Kyle only confines in Stan and Kenny (usually Stan more cause he takes Kyle’s fear more seriously and will just listen to his issues while Kenny’s main defense system is to laugh and distract him, which is nice but doesn’t always work). It doesn’t help that Cartman hangs out at the Marsh house a lot, too.

DUDE I LOVE THIS?

THIS IS SO CREATIVE! might not seem like it, but you’re giving me ideas, and who knows…. next part or maybe a new au soon! (prolly by next week, maybe, depends.) but i’ll totally write/draw more in the meantime, just, i don’t know if i’ll have motivation to write a finished story for it. this is literally so cool, i really like the idea of the parents being friends and i can like actually picture that, like kyle’s like “i’m gonna rock ur shit cartman” and cartman feels all threatened not knowing his enemy is like, 2 inches tall. it’s a really cool trope, and i’d read a fic/comic about that, definitely. thank you so much for putting in the time to send me asks, talented as always.

explination for a little break, news i guess?

i’m still gonna be on break for awhile. some drama stuff with school happened, and, yea, it’s so serious i’m pretty sure i can’t legally talk about it, but yea!!! i also recently got a skateboard, and have been spending a lot of my time on that. BUT, i still do love writing, so send asks if u want, and i will definitely write/draw about them when i’m out of this school drama shit.

honestly this has happened before and idk why it’s always with me, but it’s not like a school wide thing. it’s JUST me and 2 other ppl involved. sometimes i feel targeted. maybe ppl just don’t like me, idk!

tl;dr, drama

#g/t #giant/tiny #south park #south park g/t

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cazperx-x · 2 years

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I was wondering if you could write a Gareth Emerson x reader where the reader is friends with Jason and has a massive crush on Gareth. They get into a verbal fight with Jason after they hear Jason call Gareth (or any member of hellfire) a freak for the first time and they punch Jason before they are pulled away from him.

i may or may have gone a bit overboard with this idea-

The Cafeteria

Gareth Emerson x GN!reader

1.7k words

Summary is basically the request, they/them pronouns are used (tell me if i messed up anywhere-)

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You were walking down the hallway of Hawkins High, Jason next to you. He was on his way to the cafeteria, and you were on your way to the library. Rather than eat in the busy and loud cafeteria, you’d rather relax in the quiet and calming library.

Jason had just finished telling a bizarre story about one of his most recent basketball games, and you were not impressed.

“Oh shut up,” You chuckled, playfully shoving Jason in the shoulder.

“What? I’m being serious.”

When you rolled your eyes in response, he put his hands up in defense.

“Well maybe if you actually showed up to my games you’d know.” Jason crossed his arms. You two had been best friends practically since you were born. Your families were close, meaning even though he was a year older you two had been inseparable before you were even in grade school.

But over the years, you two had been growing apart. While Jason easily fits in with the popular crowd, becoming one of the best players on the basketball team, you fit in better with the “freaks”. Most days you were missing his games to play DnD with Hellfire. You didn’t tell him though, since you figured it would hurt his feelings.

Hellfire. Although you loved the roleplaying game, that wasn’t the only reason you went.

Gareth Emerson. The Fluffy-haired drummer boy. He was short-tempered and liked to act all tough, but you knew he was a softie.

“Helloooo? Y/n? Are you listening?” Jason waved his hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Hm? I wasn't paying attention, sorry.” you gave him a small smile.

“Typical. Well, I was saying you better show up to this game. If we win this one we go to the championship game! Pleaseee?”

You rolled your eyes with a sigh, but finally, you agreed.

“Welp, I’ll see you later Jay,” You said, walking towards the library.

But Jason grabbed your sleeve as you started to walk away. “How about you eat in the cafeteria for once? With me and the other basketball players. It’s not a good image if my best friend eats lunch in the library like a loner. “

You sighed but thought it over. Maybe eating in the cafeteria wasn’t so bad. And who knows, perhaps you’d be able to slink away and sit with Gareth. Jason wouldn’t mind that much, would he?

“Fine, Jay. But only this once because I’m feeling nice okay? This is not going to become a regular thing. Got it?”

Jason chuckled. “Got it.”

~~~~

You walked into the cafeteria, looking around. Each table was divided into cliques, but you could easily find the Hellfire table.

You watch as Jeff looked up and noticed you, promptly elbowing Gareth and pointing towards you. Once the boy saw you his face lit up, and he started frantically waving.

You giggled and waved back, but Jason cut in.

“Hey is that-” He paused mid-sentence, seeming to think over his words carefully. “-Kid bothering you?” He motioned at Gareth, who was still smiling like a crazy person.

“He’s fine Jay. I don’t need you going all big brother mode on me in the cafeteria.” You shook your head and walked over to Jason’s table.

~~~~

“Why do you think they were walking in with Jason?” Jeff asked, glancing at Gareth who was still smiling at an idiot.

“They’re sitting with him too,” Dustin pointed out, watching as you sat down next to Jason.

“Do you think they’re friends?” Jeff asked.

“Hell no. Y/n isn’t an asshole. They’re probably just mixed in with the wrong crowd. They told me they don’t eat lunch in the cafeteria. I’ll invite them over.” Gareth said, getting up from his seat.

“It’s your funeral man.” Jeff shook his head, watching Gareth make his way to the other table.

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You were picking at your lunch when you felt a sharp pain in your shoulder.

“Hey! What was that for J-” You stopped yourself once you looked up and saw Gareth standing at the end of the table, ignoring Jason's face twisted into a scowl.

“Hey, Gare!” You cheerfully said, smiling up at the boy.

“Hey, Y/n! So uhh, why exactly are you sitting over here?” Gareth questioned, tilting his head to the side.

“What's that supposed to mean?” Jason scoffed, resulting in a light shove from you.

“Be nice Jay.”

“Jay?” Gareth raised an eyebrow, looking from you to Jason.

“Yep! This is my friend Jason, I’m gonna guess you two know each other..?”

“Oh do we know each other,” Gareth muttered under his breath with a chuckle.

“What do you want?” Jason was glaring lazers into Gareth’s forehead.

“Well, I was gonna ask Y/n if they wanted to eat lunch with hellfire,” Gareth said, looking past Jason and at you with a small smile.

Before you could answer, Jason cut in.

“Hell no. Y/n is not sitting at the freak table with you people.”

“Jason! That's a mean thing to call someone.” You frowned.

“Whatever.” He rolled his eyes.

“Sooo, do you want to sit with us?” Gareth asked again, bouncing on his heels.

“Of course!” You smiled, and Gareth’s face lit up.

“Cool! C’mon, let’s go.” He smiled and reached for your hand.

But quickly, Jason grabbed his wrist, tightly.

“Don’t you dare touch them. Freak.” Jason said through gritted teeth, tightening his grip with every word.

“What the hell Jason?!” You pulled him by his collar, separating the two boys.

“I’m just trying to protect you from those freaks Y/n.”

“Why do you keep calling them that? Is this how you normally act when I’m not around?” You crossed your arms frowning.

“It’s not my fault you can’t handle the real world.” Jason rolled his eyes, using the tone you would scold a small child in for running into the street during ongoing traffic.

“I can handle the real world, Jason. But you’re being such a bitch for no reason.”

“Oh, I’m being the bitch?”

“Yes, you’re being the bitch. You’re calling those poor boys freaks and for what?”

“You’re the one willing to leave your best friend the second some boy your age you don't even know shows any interest in you.”

“As if you wouldn’t do the same for some girl. And since you didn’t know, his name is Gareth and we’re friends. In fact, I’m friends with all the hellfire members. Do you want to know why I miss all your games? Because I’m doing something I actually like, playing DnD with my friends.”

“Oh wow, guess I don't need to hang out with you anymore.”

When you gave Jason a confused look, he laughed.

“Wow, you haven’t figured it out yet? I only hang out with you because you’re a pathetic loser with no friends who eats lunch in the library. And my mom wants me to. She worried her friend's only daughter’s gonna grow up a loner with no social life and no friends. And judging by your so-called friend group, that would’ve been a lot better.”

At this point, tears were building in your eyes, and both you and Jason were standing up. Everyone was staring at you, but you either didn’t notice or care. Maybe both.

You pushed him in the chest, causing him to stumble back.

“Oh wow, that's the best you can do? Tch, pathetic. Just like you.”

“You are such a bitch Jason Carver.”

“Oh yeah? And what’re you gonna do? Go on, cry to your little freak boyfriend.” He smirked, arms crossed.

And at this point, you just couldn’t help it. You propelled yourself forward and punched him in the face. Hard. it knocked him to the ground, but before you could get another punch in you felt someone pulling you back by your waist.

You were crying now, hot tears falling down your face as you saw blurry figures help Jason up.

“Ughhhhhh, put me down.” You whined, still being pulled away from the scene in the middle of the cafeteria.

You sniffled and struggled, but by the time you and whoever had been pulling you back were in the empty hallway outside the cafeteria you felt tired and burnt out.

You were gently placed on the floor and finally found out who’d dragged you from the fight.

“Hey, are you okay?”

It was Gareth Emerson.

He sat down on his knees in front of you, carrying a worried expression on his face, looking you up and down for any scratches or bruises.

“I-i’m fine. Just- god I embarrassed myself out there didn’t I?” You blubbered with a sad smile.

Gareth frantically shook his head. “Hell no! You punched Jason Carver. In front of everyone. It was pretty badass if you ask me. “

“Really?” You wiped your eyes with your sleeve, a small genuine smile slipping through your lips. Someone Gareth’s presence just made you feel better.

“Yeah really!” He chuckled before it fell silent again.

It was a comfortable silence, but it still carried a fog of awkwardness.

Gareth sighed, breaking it.

“Hey, I could tell you and Jason have some erm- history. You don't have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but I’m always here if you need to. And so is hellfire. If you don’t go back to the library, you can sit with us at lunch. I’ll save you a seat. Oh! You can also hang out with us after school too, not that you couldn’t before, but now that jackass isn’t here to stop you.”

Everything was building up. Even though those words weren’t much, you realized how much you needed them.

Jason was never an emotional guy, and in the 16+ years you’d known him he’d never even said anything remotely close to that.

You don't have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but I’m always here if you need to.

Before you knew it, the tears were building up again.

One sniffle quickly turned into weeping, and Gareth pulled you closer.

“Everything’s gonna be okay. You’ve got us now Y/n. You’ve got me. For better or for worse, got it?”

You nodded, your head against his chest as hot tears streamed down your face.

You breathed him in.

Gareth Emerson.

Maybe eating in the cafeteria was the best thing to happen to you after all.

#gareth stranger things x reader #stranger things #gareth emerson #st4 #gareth emerson x reader #gareth stranger things #gareth x reader #stranger things season 4

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trashywormeateroffics · 9 months

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The right universe.

Summary: After Y/N's life turns upside down, she's full of grief. Somehow, one day, she manages to travel to the MCU, where she meets her favorite characters, including a certain god who seems willing to establish a friendship with her. Suddenly she's enwrapped in this new world, where everything she loved in a screen is now reality. How will she react? Will she be able to deal with the ghosts that haunt her? Or will she let them consume her? Will she be open to accept the love she is offered? Read to find out!

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Category: F/M.

Relationships: Loki/reader.

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James “Bucky” Barnes, Vision (Marvel), Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, other minor appearances of other characters but these are the main ones, Pepper Potts, Loki (Marvel).

Additional tags: Loki/reader - Freeform, Avenger Loki (Marvel), Loki & Tony Stark Friendship, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluffyfest, Slow Burn, Friends to lovers, Mutual Pining, Pining a lot because we love to suffer, Domestic Avengers, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark is a parental figure, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Everyone is a good bro, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, y/n, After Infinity War but no one died and the purple bitch was defeated, Missions, Y/N is a universe traveler, Grief, Therapy, Protective Loki (Marvel), Loki in love.

MASTERLIST OF THE STORY

Chapter 55: The dagger of death.

“Guys, this might sound very stupid but… has any of you watched Lucifer the tv show?”

Everyone stayed silent and she took that as a no.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Natasha asked.

“I might have a plan.”

“What kind of plan?” Steve asked.

“I'm gonna tell it to you and you're gonna think I'm insane but then you're going to realize that it's actually brilliant.”

“Okay, Y/L/N. Spill it.”

“We use a ship to go to Nidavellir. There we forge the dagger of death, then we come back here, and here comes the tricky part.” She said, raising her index finger. “One of us has to die.”

“What?!” Everyone exclaimed, alarmed.

“Just temporarily!” She said, raising her hands in defense.

“Y/N, what the hell are you talking about?”

“There's an episode of Lucifer where he has to retrieve something from hell, and so he dies by someone shocking him and then someone bringing back in the same way.”

“Are you insane? No, let me rephrase that. You are insane.” Wanda told her.

“I knew you would say that, but it's the only way. This is a world threatening event, Thanos like.”

“Y/N, what's your plan? Who even dies?” Steve asked her, unbelieving.

“That's the thing…” Everyone narrowed their eyes. “I do.”

“No way in hell. No pun intended.” Tony said.

“Y/N, you are not killing yourself.” Loki told her firmly.

“Loki, I love you and I hear you, but I'm going to do it.” He looked at her and he knew she would do it anyway. So he thought of the next best idea.

“Fine, then I will go with you.”

“Guys! No one is dying.” Tony said, but Y/N and Loki were not listening.

“Listen, everyone, Steve.” She began, looking at him. “If anyone has a better plan, then we execute it, but no one seems to have something better so… this is it.”

“Y/N, what if you guys die? What if you don't come back?” Wanda asked her, frowning.

“We will come back, it will work. Guys, you've pulled off crazier things, I've seen you do it.” She told them trying to sound encouraging, but the mood had turned grim.

“Alright,” Steve said, “Y/N is right. It's our only way.”

“Thank you, Steve.”

“Just… we need to be careful. We can't afford to lose our resident lunatic.”

“Hey!” She slapped his arm.

And so they began planning the details and preparing themselves for the next war.

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After the meeting, Thor, Loki and Y/N headed to New Asgard, where they were to meet Valkyrie and ask her to borrow her ship.

“Your Princes!” She said as soon as they got out of the quinjet. “And my favorite not mortal.”

“Val!” Y/N exclaimed and went to hug her. The other one just patted her head like a dog, not used to physical affection but still in need of it.

“My Queen,” Thor bowed his head, “we come to ask you a favor.”

“Ask away.” She told him as she had her arm wrapped around Y/N's shoulders. “Just no sexual favors please, I've run out of those.”

“What? No.” Y/N told her, frowning. “We need to borrow your ship.”

“My ship? What for?”

“A war is coming and we must go to Nidavellir to forge a deadly weapon.” Loki told her, very seriously. Valkyrie laughed loudly.

“A war? Against who?”

“My sister.”

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“So, she's evil and wants to kill you?” Valkyrie asked after Y/N told her the whole story. “Geez, wonder why that sounds familiar…” She said looking at the both Asgardian brothers.

“Yeah, pretty much.” Y/N said, her lips in a tight line.

“And your plan is to forge the dagger of death in Nidavellir and then die temporarily to go to hell and convince Hela, the person who caused Ragnarok and is just as evil, or even more, as your sister, to enchant it?”

“Y-yeah.” She nodded. “In my defense, I watch a lot of tv.”

The warrior laughed and shook her head. Then she looked at Y/N and saw that she was serious, so she shrugged.

“You are insane but… what's another life threatening plan gonna do? Actually kill me?”

“Yes!” Y/N exclaimed, lifting her fists in the air, knowing that she had been convinced.

“But… I am coming with you. You are gonna need someone who knows how to drive my ship properly, not like these two brutes.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Excuse you?” The both brothers said at the same time, making the two women laugh. After the laughter died down and everyone sobered up Thor spoke up.

“Then it is settled. Us four will go to Nidavellir.”

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“Are you sure about this?” Natasha asked her, worry etched onto her face.

“I am Nat, this is our only way.”

“Just… be careful, alright? Don't do anything stupid.”

“I probably will but… nothing too stupid.” She said, making the redhead laugh.

“Lady Y/N, let's go!” Thor called from the ship.

Everyone gathered at the garden of the compound to say goodbye to the two Asgardian brothers, Y/N and Valkyrie as they were to be headed to Nidavellir.

“Kid! Be careful.”

“Yes Tony, I will be. I'm going to space, how cool is that?!” She whisper-yelled and the billionaire let out a loud laugh.

“Very cool.” He told her, still smiling. Then he squeezed her shoulders and gave her a nod.

“Darling, we must go.”

“Right. Well everyone, I'll be back. Let's hope.” She crossed her fingers and everyone looked at her disapprovingly.

“Y/N!” Steve scolded.

“I'm joking. Jesus!” She held up her hands. “Alright, bye!”

“Bye!” Everyone waved their hands as she got on the ship and until it disappeared into the sky they didn't stop.

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“Alright, one minute for the jump.” Valkyrie said, making Y/N's stomach turn.

Yes, she had traveled universes and fought bad guys and had been kidnapped, but she had never traveled to space. Would she puke her guts out? Would her head explode?

“Darling,” she looked at Loki. “Are you alright?”

“Peachy. Great. Yes.” He looked amused.

“Are you nervous?”

“Ha!” She laughed exaggeratedly. “I'm not.”

“Alright.”

They stayed in silence for a moment, but when the jump began, Y/N grabbed Loki's hands tightly. He didn't say anything, but smiled as he tightened his grip on her hand.

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When it came into view, everyone gasped. Recovered from its former destruction by the hand of the titan, Nidavellir had once again risen from the ashes. Now not only dwarves lived there but beings from all the realms, beings who worked and lived there, helping their leader, Eitri.

Thor, Valkyrie, Loki and Y/N got out of the ship and approached him.

“Thor!” He exclaimed with joy, as everyone did when they saw the blond Asgardian.

“Eitri! How have you been?”

“Better, better. And you?”

“Great!” Thor bellowed in his usual positive Thor fashion.

“So, what brings you here? Don't tell me you need another hammer!”

“No, no. We need to forge something else.”

“Like what?”

“A dagger of death.” Y/N joined the conversation, finally leaving her spot next to Valkyrie and Loki and walking forward to face the dwarf.

“A dagger of death?” He asked her, frowning.

“Yes. A dagger of death.”

“That is impossible, I cannot help you.”

“Why not?”

“Odin forbade us from creating any weapon that could kill the gods… so Hela would never be able to use it.”

“Eitri,” Thor began, “I understand what you are saying, but Odin is gone and so is Hela.”

“Still, I cannot break an oath.”

“Not even if the universe depended on it?”

“Not even if the universe depended on it.”

Y/N huffed.

“Listen sir, we are gonna get that dagger, whether you want us to or not.”

“I beg your pardon, young lady?”

“The name is Astrid Freyjadottir.” Eitri widened his eyes.

“Astrid Freyjadottir, you are a legend.”

Y/N looked at Loki frowning and he shrugged, communicating with her without words. She looked at the dwarf and stood straight.

“Yes? Well, if I am such a legend, give us the dagger. Please.” She said the last word as an afterthought.

“But-”

“No, I am the daughter of the völva and I command you to forge the dagger of death. Right now.” She told him firmly. Eitri sighed and bowed his head.

“As you wish.”

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“We got it!” Y/N jumped up and down as they got into the ship. Loki smiled at her giddiness.

“You did, Astrid of Asgard.” She began to feel herself grow hot from embarrassment.

“I- We all did.”

“Right, not mortal. Whatever you say.” Valkyrie told her as she settled herself on the captain's seat.

“Alright, my friends! Let's go back!”

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“Alright, part two of the plan.” Steve said, hesitant. “You… die.” He told Y/N and Loki.

“Yeah!” She said. “Let's do this!” Loki looked at her, horrified.

“Let's not get too excited.” Natasha told her, almost in a scolding manner.

“Sorry.”

“Alright,” Steve began again, “let's go over it one more time.”

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