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billthedrake · 2 months

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SUGAR DADDY (PART ONE)

I was cooling down from my run, and I was paying more attention to the traffic light to cross. I almost didn't see them.

But the man saw me, a look of embarrassment sweeping his face before the familiar friendly tone won out.

"Luke?" he said.

"Mr. Keenan," I replied automatically, as if the recognition was coming out of my mouth before it hit my brain. Mr. Keenan was my buddy Rich's dad, a successful corporate lawyer or something. I know Rich had issues with his father, made even worse by his parent's divorce, but Mr. K was always beyond nice to me. And truth be told, I always found him incredibly attractive. Tall, handsome, salt and pepper coming in on the temples, kind of like a TV dad. Even now he was in a nice-cut navy suit, dress shirt and no tie.

His blue eyes were taking me in. It had been over three years since I'd last seen the man, since high school graduation, and I'm sure I looked different now. "I almost forgot you went to school here," he said. "Georgetown?" he prompted.

"Yes, sir. They haven't kicked me out yet," I smiled in my self-deprecating way.

It was then that I noticed the woman standing next to him. She couldn't have been any older than me. She was pretty, real pretty, with that sorority girl look. Straight blond hair and big tits for a girl with her trim frame. At least they showed off well in that spaghetti strap cocktail dress she had on. Her high heels didn't get her close to Mr. K's 6'3" height but they added a couple of inches.

I now had a pretty good idea why Rich's parents got divorced.

The man's date was good at hiding her annoyance at my presence but not good enough that I couldn't see that she wanted to get on to where they were going. Part of me couldn't blame her. It was fall, the evening was cool, and she was underdressed for it.

Mike Keenan realized where I was looking and that embarrassed look came back on his face. "Luke, this is Kimberly..." he turned to his girlfriend or date or whatever. "Luke's from back home," he explained. Almost with an emphasis of meaning.

Turning back to me. "We should go, buddy... but it's great running into you, Luke."

"You, too, Mr. Keenan," I said. It was only then that I was self conscious about standing on a busy Georgetown sidewalk in my sweat-drenched running clothes, the cool getting to me now that the exercise was wearing off.

He flashed his trademark smile, like he always did when I came over. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, deftly extracting a business card. "I'm in DC a few nights a week these days. Reach out and we'll catch up, OK?"

"Sure thing, Mr. K," I said, taking the card in my fingers.

Then I watched as my friend's dad and his college-aged girlfriend went walking on to their date spot.

****

"I was gonna ask if you can keep things under wraps about Kimberly," Mr. Keenan said as we waited for our burger at a nice but not overly fancy bistro that DC seemed to have a ton of. I'd met Mr. K closer to his hotel, just two nights after running into him.

"Oh yeah, sure," I said. If the man had asked me to give an alibi to the police for something I probably would have. I mean, Mike Keenan always was great to me, encouraging me in my baseball playing and even helping me out with college admissions stuff, since my folks were more blue collar. His dating life was really none of my business, but I felt like it was conversation worthy. "How long have you two been dating?"

He squirmed in his seat and sighed. "A while... not too long..." he said then gave me a long hard look. "Listen, Luke, you can keep this between us, right?"

The blue eyes and handsome jawline and perfect teeth were gonna make me crush out a little on the man, like I did back in high school. "Absolutely," I replied. Earnest as hell.

He smiled. He could read my sincerity, and I think it amused him. He leaned back and had a soft leer on his face, a side of him I'd never seen. "She's not my girlfriend," he explained. "I met her on one of those sugar daddy sites."

I may have been a dumb jock, but I figured out what he meant pretty quick. "You mean she's a hooker?" I asked. I had to laugh, and Mr. K laughed back.

"No, well, not exactly," he replied. "But there's a little of that, even if we both pretend that's not what's going on." His eyes searched out mine, and I knew he was trying to read if I was freaked out or judgmental. I wasn't, just surprised.

I tried to pass off my shock with a joke. "She expensive?" I said.

He grinned, with a I-can't-believe-you-asked-that look. But he replied anyway. "Very. But I can afford it."

Something about his tone and lecherous nature got me hard. Not chubbed, but full on erect in my jeans.

The man mistook my horniness for a different reaction. "Sorry Luke," he said. "I shouldn't have said that... only you asked."

"No, it's good," I assured him. "Just didn't expect it, is all."

"Fair," he said. He sighed again. "Seriously, Luke, not a fucking word to Rich. Or anyone. I mean it."

"I won't, Mr. K, promise," I assured him. He probably didn't want to talk about it anymore, but I was very curious. "So... how's it work exactly?"

"How's what work?"

"The sugar daddy thing."

He seemed more businesslike. Maybe he enjoyed being able to confide, or maybe he just was humoring me. "I pay for Kimberly's apartment and of course for dates," he explained. "There are gifts, too, but she doesn't make me jump through hoops like some of the others."

I was letting it sink in that this one wasn't Mr. K's first. I knew the guy was loaded, but that kind of money was wild to me.

"Damn, I should get a sugar daddy," I joked.

Without missing a beat, Mr. Keenan shrugged his shoulders and said, "You could. If that's what you wanted."

I blushed. I was still pretty closeted though Rich Keenan knew. Maybe Mike Keenan knew too.

The man seemed to enjoy catching me off guard. "A colleague of mine goes for high-class call boys, but I've been trying to convince him to go for something more legit." This was definitely a new side to Mike Keenan than I'd seen.

He paused. "Sorry, Luke. I'm not really suggesting... You know that, right?" The old Mr. K was back.

"Yeah, Mr. Keenan," I said. I wasn't totally naive, but this evening had already made me feel more green than I wanted.

He held up his empty rocks glass in a gesture for the bartender to bring another. He then turned to me. "You have any special men in your life?"

So Mr. K did know.

I shook my head. "I've hit the apps some," I said with candor. "But no one special."

He patted me on my shoulder, like he used to back when I'd come over to visit Rich. Like a buddy or a dad. "Well, you've grown into a fine young man, Luke Bowman. I'm sure that someone special will come soon... maybe when you're not expecting it."

OK, I was more than a little crushed out.

***

Something about seeing Mr. Keenan was a spark in my life that I needed. I'd spent too much of my college years scared. Scared of getting out there, of meeting men. I liked men who were older. Coach types, though that was out of bounds and not realistic. But I changed the age range on my app profile and decided I was going to be open to engaging with men who turned me on there.

It was hit or miss. I heard from some real obnoxious guys. I went on some dates with a really fucking hot doctor who was great sex but then basically ghosted me. I had a couple of hookups that were good for what they were.

I wasn't being a man-whore exactly, but I enjoyed making up for lost time a little.

Strangely Mr. K became my confidante. I don't know why I thought the man would be homophobic, hell maybe deep down he was, but we each shared a secret with the other. And once he was back in DC for business that spring, I met him every other Wednesday for burgers and beer, depending on my game schedule. I got the increasing feeling that he valued his time with me, since he and Rich didn't get along well these days. The man carried a lot of guilt for his broken marriage, but he'd be the first to admit that he'd probably do the same thing all over again.

"Buddy, college girls are the best," he leered one Spring night as we finished our meal. Mr. K let his hair down a LOT with me these days. "I know they don't do anything for ya, Luke, but Jesus, fuck..."

I laughed. I knew Mike Keenan was a grade-A horndog and probably not a good man in that way, but I enjoyed seeing his naughty side.

"You ever think about dating one for real, Mr. K?" I asked. For most of our meetings, it had been mostly my buddy's dad asking me about my life, but it was just now getting to the point where I felt like I could ask personal questions like this.

He shook his head. "It wouldn't work. Besides, I wouldn't do that to Rich." It was a strangely profound admission.

I gulped. Yeah, I could see it from my buddy's perspective, having a stepmother his age, or younger even.

"That's cool, Mr. Keenan. But you gotta live your life, too," I said.

That caught the man off guard. He looked at me then smiled. He reached over and ruffled my hair. "You really think that, dont ya?" he asked.

I nodded, embarrassed.

He grinned. "Don't worry, kiddo. I'm enjoying my middle age years. A little too much."

"With Kimberly?" I prompted. He hadn't mentioned her in a while.

"I called off that arrangement," he said bluntly. "She wanted more."

"A ring?" I laughed. I didn't get straight people, not really, but at the same time they were my entire world.

That leer returned to the man. "No. More money. I'm taking a break for now."

"How long will that last?" I teased.

"Dunno. A month. Maybe two. Till I get horny again."

"I'm pretty sure you wouldn't have to wait that long to get laid, Mr. K."

It was meant as a playful comment, at least in my head. But the second it came out I realized I'd said too much. That Mr. Keenan could read everything in my face, everything I'd kept hidden. How attracted I was to him, how crushed out I was on him, how jealous I was of Kimberly or whatever sorority chick he was banging.

The look on the man's face could now see it all.

Tears welled up in my eyes and I started getting a panic attack. I stood up from the bar stool. "I should go," I said.

A hand reached out and gripped my forearm. Mr. K's grip was surprisingly strong. "Luke. It's OK."

Somehow, his understanding made it worse. I shook my head and broke free. "Sorry," I muttered. Then made a beeline for the door.

I felt dumb and intensely vulnerable as I walked to the bus stop. I'd messed up this friendship thing I had with Mike Keenan, but maybe it was fucked up that I was hanging out with my friend's dad like this in the first place. No maybe about it: it was majorly fucked up.

I was a block away from the stop when I got a text.

"Can I convince you to come back, Luke?" the man wrote. "I get it buddy."

I knew the smart thing would be to keep walking. To send a polite no thanks reply. Or just ignore the text. Instead I typed. "Yes Mr. K." And I walked back to the restaurant.

Mike Keenan was standing outside, looking handsome as fuck in his expensive suit. He had a worried look on his face, and I knew immediately he'd dashed out after me but didn't know which way I went.

His face brightened when he saw me. "We don't have to stay here," he said. "I settled up."

"Oh," I said. "Sorry..." I started to apologize, but he stopped me.

"You were honest," he said directly, blunt but still friendly. "Besides, what man doesn't like to hear he's attractive?"

I gave a wan smile and hunched my shoulders in a shrug. "A lot of straight men, I imagine."

I couldn't tell if Mike Keenan was just humoring me. He had a look of sympathy on his face for sure as he reached out and patted my arm. "How bout this? No labels between us, Luke?"

I didn't get what he was saying exactly, but I knew it was meant to reassure me. I nodded.

"Feel like coming to my hotel?" he asked. "We can just talk."

"Yeah." I was feeling a ton of emotions coursing through me. But I wanted more Mr. K time. "Sounds nice."

That seemed to relax him and put him in a good mood as we walked the few blocks to the nice, business-class residence hotel where he was staying. I couldn't help but sneak looks over his way. He just looked incredible in his suit, not a trim cut one like younger guys sometimes wore but it still flattered his build and height. In my mind, the suit made him look like one of those DC power players and in some messed up way that turned me on.

We weren't too chatty as he led me up to his room. It was fancy to my eyes but had that empty aura that hotel rooms do, even if Mr. K's luggage and belongings were around.

I was looking around the place when the man stepped up right behind me and wrapped his arms around my midsection. I smelled his cologne and felt his kisses along my neck. I guess we were going to do more than just talk.

"Oh, God, Mr. K," I hissed. This probably a record time for how fast I could throw hard. That boner was nearly instant.

"You can call me Mike," he said.

"OK," I said dumbly.

His hands traveled up and down my T-shirt. I was primed to be turned on by this man, but he was going to put me in heat.

"You OK with this, buddy?"

"You have no idea, Mist.. Mike" I replied.

My slip up got a chuckle from him. His fingers slipped beneath the hem of my shirt and the touch of his hand against my belly felt electric. "You have an amazing body, Luke."

"You too, sir," I replied.

He kissed some more along my neck and his voice got deeper, hoarser. "Do you suck cock, Luke Bowman?"

The grunt from the man was an indication I'd said the right thing. "I don't know that I'm good for all the other stuff," he said, "but I'd REALLY love to feel your mouth on me, buddy."

I knew what he meant. The man wasn't going to reciprocate, and I'd have to be fine with that. I was. "I don't need anything in return, Mike," I said. "I want to suck you."

He had that huge horndog grin on his face when I finally turned to face him. We were matched in height but he felt like my opposite in so many ways. Older, successful in his career, straight, though I was getting the fuller meaning of his "no labels" comment.

Especially as his face inched in and his lips met mine. I was kissing Rich Keenan's dad and the forbidden nature of that just added to my thrill. I took a second to feel up his sides, under the suit coat. Mr. K didn't object, he just went deeper with the kiss. Mike Keenan was a great kisser.

"You're a very handsome young man," Mr. K finally said as he pulled back.

"God, Mike," I grunted. This was every JO fantasy I'd had coming to life.

With that naughty look on his face, he reached down and started unzipping. I didn't even look down, not yet, but I could tell from his shoulder motion that he was hauling out his cock.

"Please, buddy," he hissed.

"Here?" I asked dumbly. In my hookups before BJs had been naked and on a bed.

"Here," he growled. This was that other side of Mr. K, the kind who hired sugar babies to get his needs taken care of.

I squatted down. I was a catcher for the Hoyas baseball team, so at least I had this motion down, I thought to myself.

Mike Keenan's cock was gorgeous. Big and meaty and cut but not overly long. It jerked and pulsed as he looked down on me.

"You done this before, right?" he asked. That concerned paternal voice coming out.

I nodded. "Some," I replied. "I wish I had more practice." Then with an honesty I probably shouldn't have had, I added, "I want this to be good for you, Mike."

He chucked and moved his hand to run through my hair. It was strangely affectionate. "You'll do great, buddy."

That was all the encouragement I needed. Leaning in, I could smell the mild, natural musk of a man's crotch, which was matched by Mr. K's saltiness as I began licking him. I gripped the base of his prick to steady it for my sucking, but I maybe didn't even need to do that. Mike was rock hard.

"Yes..." he hissed as I went down on him. I was still pretty green at sucking cock, but I was probably better than Kimberly or whatever sugar baby he'd lined up in the past. Or even the former Mrs. Keenan, I thought crudely.

That knowledge had me going for it. I swallowed four inches of the man in one go, held just a second to let my throat get used to it. Then I started going up and down. It took a second for me to get my rhythm and another for me to get the suction. But I knew I did by the urgency of the man's fingers in my hair, not exactly pushing me down on his crotch but aiding and guiding me in my bobbing motion. He was probably thinking of some chick while I blew him, but I was OK with that.

Only his next words broke me of that idea. "Luke, buddy... you're getting me there," he hissed. Mr. K was very present in this blowjob. I paused a second and looked up at him, and could see he was looking down at me.

I wanted to get him off. So I looked back forward and went for it. The best I could deliver. I hoped it was enough.

The fingers grew tighter. "Gonna cum... Don't pull off," Mike growled. "Please."

At that moment I felt bad for straight men. Even if I should have felt bad that Mr. K wasn't gonna suck me. I just felt any woman was stupid not to want to swallow Mike Keenan's cum.

"UNNFH!" came the sound of his release as he flooded my mouth and throat with his salty-sweet cum. Maybe Mike was backed up, but he was a heavy shooter all right. I accepted it all, swallowing it in waves as quickly as he fed it to me. I think my sucking sensation only added to his orgasm. He finally pulled out, prick wet and still hard.

"God fucking damn, buddy, that was great," he said with a satisfied smile. Then as he caught his breath and I stood up, he added, "Can I jerk you off or anything?"

That sounded great. "You got any lube?"

He nodded and walked over to the bathroom to root around his toiletries bag. He stepped back in, his prick softer but still sticking out. With a grin, he tossed me travel container of lube. "Don't be shy," he said.

I was already undoing my shorts, which fell to the floor. Then I peeled down my underwear, letting Mike see my hardon. It was a trip for me, being mostly naked in front of him. Maybe he wasn't gonna be fully gay for me, but he was open to seeing my dick as I squirted the liquid on my stalk and start stroking.

With a grin he stepped up to me, a little to the side, placing his hand on my belly and working up beneath my shirt as he met me for a kiss.

That's all it took. I didn't come instantly but instantly I began that climb to orgasm. Mr. Keenan's kiss and touch was the extra stimulation to get me there.

I moaned into his mouth as I shot my cum, shooting out onto the hotel carpet.

He broke the kiss when I was done and patted my chest. "You needed that, buddy," he said with satisfaction.

"I did," I nodded. "Thanks."

Things felt a little awkward now. I'd crossed some major lines with this guy that evening, and now that I'd gotten off I felt majorly self conscious about it.

"You OK, Luke?" he asked as we tucked back in.

"I'm OK, Mr. Keenan."

"You can NEVER tell Rich about what just happened," he said.

"You know I'm gonna keep everything private," I said. "You can trust me."

He nodded. "Why don't you get cleaned up. Feel like a drink? I have some scotch here or you can raid the mini bar."

I nodded. "I don't know anything about scotch, but you can teach me."

He chuckled. "All right."

It felt nice to just talk. Mr. K let me open up, about men and being gay and what I really wanted from dating and sex. The man talked about his very limited experience with guys when he was a teen.

"I should have figured men would be better at giving head," he said with a playful leer. "That was incredible, Luke. For real."

"I'm glad," I said. Maybe this wasn't a healthy hookup, but it had felt incredibly satisfying for me, a dream come true.

"You're going to make some dude VERY happy," he said with a smile.

"I hope so," I said with a defensive chuckle. "I hope he makes me happy too."

Mr. Keenan got what I meant. "Yeah, you deserve that," he said a little chastised. He polished off the last of his liquor in the rocks glass. "Listen, it's been a long day."

"Yeah, I'll head off," I said, drinking the rest of my scotch and standing up.

Mr. K pulled his walled out and fished out a couple of twenties. "Here you go... you're not taking the bus back. Especially at this hour."

I tried not to take it. "It's Ok, Mike," I said.

He shook his head. "Just get a fucking Uber, Luke. I insist."

"OK," I said, capitulating. The man could be bossy, and I didn't know whether I liked that or not.

He was quieter now, as he led me to the door but he said before I stepped out. "I'm gonna sleep like a baby tonight, buddy. Thanks."

"You too, sir."

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blushweddinggowns · 8 months

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It had started as a rough few weeks. A rough few weeks that turned into a rough few months. It was weird, because in all honesty when it came to social standings, Will was doing a lot better here than he ever did in Hawkins. There were no Zombie Boy stories following him here, and he even managed to get a few girls to have a crush on him. He…still wasn’t quite clear how that worked out and he really wasn’t a fan of it. But they were also the only people he could talk to at school. He was way too paranoid of getting close to any guys. God forbid he got another crush on a friend, having none of them just seemed like the better course of action.

It didn’t help that Mike had basically stopped acknowledging that he existed after they moved. He didn’t write to him, he didn’t call him, and it felt like the only time he heard his voice was when he politely asked for El over the phone. And it hurt. It hurt a lot. Especially when he still put in so much effort to get ahold of El all the time. He’d resent her for it if he could, but the only one who was having a worse time than him with the move was her. Maybe Mike was a shitty friend to him, but at least she had someone to talk to.

But whatever. Lucas and Dustin cared, and so did Eddie and Steve. And when Jonathan wasn’t busy being high as hell, he had him too. Even Max called him more often than Mike did. Even when she was just trying to get ahold of El she’d take the time to ask him how he was, a courtesy that his best friend from freaking kindergarten couldn’t even offer anymore.

So maybe Will didn’t have many friends in California yet, but he didn’t feel very lonely.

Just a little heartbroken.

But he could get past it. Especially when some of his favorite people were only one phone call away. Sometimes it made him feel a little guilty, that Steve and Eddie were his go to for talking about his problems. Especially since Jonathan was always trying to get him to open up. Even when he was zoinked out of his gourd he never failed to ask Will how his day was. Though…he did have a hard time following the plot when Will told him.

But that didn’t change the fact that Jonathan always wanted to help. But what could Will say? I’m depressed because I’m in love with my best friend who doesn’t care about me? And oh yeah, I’m gay? Yeah, no. That wasn’t going to happen. If Jonathan of all people hated him for that…he’s not sure he could recover. But that doesn’t mean he didn’t think about it.

It was kind of pathetic, but he’d fantasize about it sometimes. Coming out to his family, everyone smiling and saying they’d love him anyway, no matter what. And if he was being honest with himself, it was technically possible, right? His brother had never said a bad word about Steve and Eddie. His mom never failed to shut the homophobic crap down when his crappy sperm donor had still been around. But it was different when it was your own kid, right? Will wasn’t quite sure. But he did know that he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

So he called who he always did when he had a problem. It only took a few rings before someone was picking up, Steve’s familiar voice on the other end, “Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me,” Will sighed, flopping face first into his bed, the phone pressed to his ear.

He could hear the smile in Steve’s voice, “Hey kiddo, what’s up?”

God, he was such a dad. Will wouldn’t be shocked if he started wearing socks with sandals by the time he hit twenty-three. He went straight to the point, “Do you think that living happily ever after is like a real thing? For people like us?”

Steve laughed, “It better fucking be after all the shit we’ve seen.”

“I don’t mean the Upside Down stuff,” Will sighed, “I mean like…y’know. The gay.”

Steve snorted, “The gay? I’m going to have to tell Eddie that one.”

Will rolled his eyes at the redundant statement. He had learned a long time ago that telling Steve something meant telling Eddie something, and vice versa. He sighed a tiny smile on his face, “Oh what, like he’s not already next to you listening in?”

“...touché.”

Will laughed, turning over to stare at the ceiling, “I’m serious though. Like…is it even possible? It’s not like everyone gets to magically find their soulmate at eight.”

“Is that such a bad thing though?” Steve asked, “Because no offense dude but honestly? I think you could do a lot better than Mike-”

“Be nice,” Will interrupted, torn between being defensive for Mike’s sake and amused at Steve never failing to find a way to come at him.

“I will when he starts being nice to me.”

“Well that’s just not going to happen,” Will laughed, “I’m starting to think Eddie’s right to call you a brat.”

Steve gasped, loud and scandalized. He’d been hanging out with Robin too much, “Me?! Never!”

Will could barely hear it over the receiver, but he could hear Eddie’s faint voice coming through, Yes he is!

And it was making him laugh even harder. Will missed this, so much. He missed having a place where he could just say whatever he wanted, with no worries. Even now he was looking over his shoulder, anxious at the chance that his mom or a sibling could come bursting in at any moment to catch him in the act of being comfortable. It was a confusing and weird feeling, and probably a little unfair to assume they’d prefer him to be sad and quiet over happy and queer. But he still did.

But for now he was safe. And he might as well take the chance to speak on all the things he couldn’t with anyone else, “But what if I don’t want to do better than Mike? Like…it’s stupid but do you think that um, I would ever have a chance?”

The answer was a strong no, but sometimes Will just needed a reality check from someone else’s mouth.

Steve sighed, “I think the odds are pretty low bud. All jokes aside, even if he was playing for our team, I’m not sure if he’s the type who could even accept it. Y’know?”

Will did know, unfortunately. And if he’d never met Eddie and Steve there was a solid chance he’d be that guy. The truth stung a bit, but it was necessary, “I know, I know. But…do you think he would accept me? If he ever found out?”

“He fucking better. Otherwise I’ll-”

Will heard a shuffle on the other end, paired with something that sounded suspiciously like whining before he heard Eddie’s voice, “Will? You there? Sorry about that. I had to take the phone away before he started talking about beating up a child.”

Will grinned, happy to hear Eddie’s voice, “You made the right call. Do you think they’ll ever get along?”

“Not in this lifetime,” Eddie sighed, “And I know Mike’s not perfect, but if he’s okay with us why wouldn’t he be with you?”

“But it’s different when it’s a friend, isn’t it?” Will asked, “I’m not even sure if my mom would accept it, let alone him.”

“Well first of all, you don’t have to tell anyone shit, okay? But I can promise you that Joyce would be fine with it. And so would Jonathan for that matter. And I don’t even know if El is aware of what homophobia even is.”

It all sounded a lot more believable out of Eddie’s mouth than what was going on in his own head. But still… “What if they don’t though? What if I tell them and they kick me out or something? Or make me go to therapy?”

“Okay, on the off, off chance that you tell them and Joyce suddenly became a monster overnight, we’ll go to plan B. Steve and I will drive up there to kidnap you and you can live in Indy with us.”

Will grinned. He could live with that, “Can’t we just make that Plan A?”

“No, because your family loves you, as they should by the way. And this won’t bother them, I swear. Plus, telling them on your own terms is a lot less awkward than getting caught in the act.”

Will didn’t even want to know what Eddie was alluding to with that one. Poor Wayne, “But what if we’re wrong?”

He wanted to believe him, he really did, but stranger things had happened outside of gay people being disowned.

“Will, listen to me,” Eddie said, his voice confident enough to make Will perk up, “I swear on Steve’s life, okay? There is no way in hell anyone in that house is gonna reject you for this.”

Will blinked, a little shocked at just how much faith he had in his family. More than he did, “Really?”

“Really. Trust me on this man, you’re going to be fine.”

They hung up pretty soon after that, mostly because El started knocking on his door for the phone. The conversation made him feel a bit better, but also…nervous. Could he really tell them? Would it all just work out? Just like that? Will wasn’t so sure.

He decided against doing it right away despite Eddie’s own confidence. But he did start to drop a few feelers. He started with Jonathan, waiting until he was high enough for him to forget the conversation if it didn’t go well. And that wasn’t a long wait.

He found him and his new friend sprawled out in his room, Fast Times playing in the background as they both stared into space. Though Will wasn’t quite sure he could count what Argyle was doing as staring. He’s eyes were barely open, and Will was 90 percent sure he was passed out. But that was good for him, now was as good a time as any.

Jonathan smiled at him as he wandered in, his words kind but slurring, “Hey! What’s up? You never come in here. You wanna watch something or…?”

Will shook his head, his heart aching a little at the way it made his brother frown. Maybe he really had been neglecting him, too caught up in his own head to spend time with the closest thing he had to a Dad.

It made him feel a little bad, but that wasn’t what he was here for, “No thanks. I just wanted to ask you something.”

“Sure!” Jonathan said, way too excited at the prospect of a simple question, but maybe that was the weed, “What’s up?”

Will shrugged, casually leaning against the door. Or at least he hoped it looked casual, because his heart was beating a mile per minute, “Steve said that his and Eddie’s anniversary is coming up soon. Do you think I should send them something?”

Jonathan tilted his head up to look at him, his eyes bloodshot with a tiny smile on his face, “That’s like…so nice dude. You’re always so nice. How are you so nice?”

“You don’t think it’s weird?” Will pressed, hope fluttering in his chest, “To be, y’know, celebrating them like that?”

Jonathan shook his head, “Nah man. It’s like…romance. Y’know? It’s sweet.”

“Yeah dude, gay guys are cool,” Argyle agreed out of nowhere, his eyes still closed, “Good for Stu and Eggie. Gay people got like, the best hair.”

Will didn’t really know what to do with that one. But Jonathan was impressed. He jerked his head back to stare at Argyle, his voice in awe, “How’d you know he had good hair? I never told you he had good hair.”

“I bet they both have good hair,” Argyle sighed, “They alway do.”

“Are you like, psychic?” Jonathan asked, like that made any sense at all.

“Shit, you think I could be?”

Will watched as the two of them started to debate the idea, his brow raised. God, weed sure was a hell of a drug. He left them to it after that, deciding to slowly back out of the room. But he was going to chalk it up as a positive.

preview for the next chapter (kind of) of this fic

#steddie #stranger things #will byers #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #the universe trapped in your skin #she's coming along #so fucking slowly #but she's coming #just a little preivew to prove she still exists

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idk if you’d be comfortable writing this but I was wondering if you could whip up an Aphrodite!reader who’s fed up with her beauty. She stops attending school and stays the full term at camp which makes Luke confused. So she tells him about how random dudes would hit on her and be creepy at her school or something. She’d prolly join him with Kronos bc she wants to feel respected for once. Would be such an angsty but filled with femme rage although totally cool if you choose not to write this~ Just wanted to share it with someone 💛

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Aphrodite!Reader

Summary: Maybe you didn't want to be beautiful anymore.

Content: pretty angsty, brief mentions of male harassment but nothing explicit or triggering, again sorry for the wait i had w block pls forgive me. also not proofread sorry yall its been a rough week.

You were only faintly aware of the noise around you.

The chatter of the city was a mere buzz in the back of your head as you marched down the street. It amazed you, really, just how unbelievably dickish mortal boys could be. This one in particular; Mike Schwartz, a five foot something jock who sat on the bench at every game. He’d been a bother in your life since you started high school. Back then, you took the endless prospects as a compliment – you truly were your mother’s daughter. It was a boost to your weak teenage confidence.

But as the years went by, the constant asking for your hand became an irritant. Especially when they couldn’t get the hint – at fourteen, turning down guys felt amazing, but when those same guys kept coming back for more, it made your eye twitch. Couldn’t they take the first no, tuck their tail between their legs and fuck off?

Apparently not.

After four years of putting up with it, you were done. Storming out of the cafeteria, grabbing all your things, hailing a cab and getting the hell outta dodge. Maybe you should’ve stopped to think — called your dad, taken a few deep breaths. But the harder you thought about it, after trying not to for so many years, you came to the conclusion that you would’ve ended up here anyway.

Here being the peak of HalfBlood Hill in the middle of September. It was only slightly unusual, because when you usually arrive at the start of summer you get to watch the crowds of arrivals setting up shop at camp. Now, however, it was fairly desolate. Less people, you knew.

It was also a split second shock when you stepped across the border and felt the drastic change in weather. From the cool breeze of the autumn air to the warm summery spring that camp was in year-round. A shift that made you pause, but you kept on down the hill anyway.

Chiron was waiting for you on the porch of the Big House, and without so much as a word, gestured for you to follow him inside. He was fairly understanding of your situation, but made you Iris Message your dad and tell him of your decision. He, too, was more glad you were safe than angry you ran off.

“We can talk about this when you feel like talking.” He’d said.

So you’d done it. Finally, you’d gotten yourself away from the hey hot stuffs and the you seeing anyone baby?s. You were back at camp, you were where you were most happy.

But you weren’t happy.

Being a year-rounder, you’d discovered, was a lot less busy than being a summer camper. You got more days off, longer breaks between activities. You found yourself spending more time in your own company; something you never really got to do before. Most of the time you were with your siblings, or your mortal friends, or you were being hounded by some frat boy and their friends.

It took a minute to get used to the loneliness, but you did. You explored camp, found places you hadn’t seen before. A cute clearing near a stream on the east side of the forest, or a Satyr sanctuary on the far end of the beach. You read more books, you trained a little harder, you perfected six new hairstyles on your little sister Elena and Annabeth from the Athena Cabin.

And yet, you were still pissed off.

“Why?”

Luke Castellan was a name everyone knew in this little corner of Long Island. One of the oldest campers, head counsellor of the rowdiest cabin, token tour guide for the new kids. Oh, and the best swordsman camp had seen in, like, three centuries. He was cute, that much you’d heard all around your cabin. But you’d never really held a solid conversation with him until you became a year-rounder. The fewer people around, the more you run into him.

You’d been practising a few neat tricks with a dagger when he spotted you. Said he was there to train himself for once and that you wouldn’t even notice he was there. You did, though. Especially when he took his shirt off twenty minutes in.

You shared a water break, he asked you why you’d transferred to being a year rounder, and you indulge him in the story. He was super nice about it too, which made you angry. Was Luke the only nice guy on the planet?

“But at least you’re happier now, right?” He’d said. You weren’t, you told him that much. He gave you this knowing look you’d never seen on him before, and asked Why?

You shrugged, “I don’t know. I love it here, I do. But I shouldn’t have to uproot my entire life and bring it here just to get some semblance of peace. I shouldn’t have to give up my education, my friends, my dad, just so I don’t have to get harassed every day. It’s not even like my mom gave me anything to help combat it, either. She just made me beautiful and told me to deal with the consequences! I mean,” You let out a weak chuckle, holding up the dagger you’d been toying with, “This was a birthday present from a friend in Cabin Six. Not even my mother, who is a warrior herself, could bother sending me a weapon. They really don’t give two shits about us, do they?”

He’d parted his lips, eyes shining with something, and looked at you through his bottom lashes, “No. They don’t.”

You and Luke grew closer after that. A lot closer. By the time summer rolled around and the rest of the campers returned, you were inseparable. Many rumours spread but you two ignored them in favour of sneaking into that clearing you’d found and talking in whispers about your hatred for the gods. Who cared if they could hear you? Let them.

It was Luke who had come up with the idea to steal the bolt. A quick job, in and out, and maybe then they’d listen to what you’d have to say. But they didn’t — they did exactly what they always did and risked the lives of two young demigods and a satyr just because they couldn’t be bothered doing it themselves. Selfish — that’s what they were. They didn’t care about anyone —

“ — but themselves!” You glared at Thalia, who stood before you atop Mount Tamalpais with her spear in your direction. “I mean, look at your dad. He didn’t care enough to stop the monsters from killing you, oh, but it’s okay because he turned you into a damn tree!”

“This isn’t the way!” Annabeth yelled from afar. Her hair was twisted in a style you’d taught her how to do that first year as a year-rounder. It broke your heart that she couldn’t see how right you and Luke were.

“Curse them, Thalia.” You said plainly, holding up your dagger. Half mortal metal, half celestial bronze. A gift from Luke. “Curse your father and his children. His brothers. Curse them all like they deserve to be cursed! They deserve to be toppled.”

You tilted your head, looking at them all. Luke and your army were heading steadily up the mountain. If you could convince them now, there wouldn’t need to be a battle.

“Where are they now, huh?” You raised both your arms, “You’re fighting for your life against a titan on a mountain and the only god who came to help out was Artemis? And that’s just because she was here already.” You scoffed out a laugh, “You should thank us, really, for taking her. Had we not, you’d be dead already.”

Annabeth watched. You were unrecognisable in that moment — your face streaked with dirt and blood, curled into a dark sneer that any of your siblings would berate you for because of the wrinkles you’d get. You didn’t seem to care all that much, though. Not when Thalia was lunging for you and attempting to pull you out of the rage you were in. Not when her spear and shield were no match for your measly dagger and you went toppling down the mountain.

The next time any of them saw you was in Manhattan — after believing you to be dead for a year and a half, it came as a shock when you emerged from the crowd of monsters. Your hair was hacked short, and one of your legs had been replaced with a bronze prosthetic. You fought with a ruthlessness none of them had seen in you before, whether it be because you were on the losing side or because Luke had given his body to the Lord of Time before you had the chance to tell him you loved him. You were still angry, and even if you hated Kronos, you didn’t hate him nearly as much as you hated the gods.

When Luke died, you were kneeled beside him. Your face was dirty, your hair was knotty, and there was a dent in your bronze leg. He lifted a hand to your face, “I’m sorry to have to say this, but…you’re sorta beautiful.”

“Sorta?”

He grinned, and then he died, and you were filled with such unbridled rage that you pushed yourself down to the ground of Manhattan and tore through Kronos’ army with fire in your eyes, not stopping until Apollo got rid of your sight and forced you to calm down. You didn’t know if you’d ever be calm, since the only person who ever understood you just died in your arms, but you dropped your dagger and stomped your way back up to Olympus like a bratty child anyway.

Zeus didn’t punish you for what you did, but he did say he’d be keeping a firm eye on you. You joined the hunters, much to your mothers disdain, and didn’t ever allow yourself to look back.

#@lia’s works #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians

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imfinereallyy · 10 months

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@henderdads posted this about domestic fluff and I realize that I love this trope and I just don’t write enough of it, and I wanted to give her a little treat to read. Mostly because her tags when she reblogs on my post give me absolute joy, I laugh every time.

Two things might come as a surprise when getting to know Steve Harrington. The first being he didn’t actually like parties. He likes making other people feel good, wants to make them happy. Hence why for years, he lets Tommy and Carol wreak havoc on his house. It makes them happy and, for a short while, makes most of Hawkins High happy. Steve, in retrospect, has learned to regret this since he has now gained a reputation for being a party king, despite not throwing one in years, but he knows all too well how hard it is to let go of a high school reputation.

The second surprising fact is that Steve Harrington hated his birthday. Well, maybe hate wasn’t the right word, but he has incredibly low expectations for his birthday. Either everyone forgets his birthday, or somehow Steve is reminded that he is an inconvenience.

“Sorry sweetie, your dad has a business meeting that day.”

“Dude, I have a baseball game in that night could we do something another day?”

“I’m late! I know, we stayed up all night playing D&D. I even forgot to call Suzie!”

Steve isn’t necessarily hurt per se when these things happen. He knows that some people, more than others, are really trying. That it’s human to make mistakes. But Steve doesn’t like to get his hopes up; that’ll be much better than that.

There is also the more commonly now known fact that Steve doesn’t like being the center of attention. And birthdays come along with a lot of that. Sure, Steve wants someone to pay attention to him, really listen to what he has to say, but he has long since out grown the desperate need to have everyone look at him.

It is why it is such a surprise the upside down crew throws him a 24th birthday party.

Steve always thought something like this would upset him, but he is delightfully warm at the sight of all his friends, all of his family, inside Robin and Nancy's apartment screaming,

“Surprise, Dingus!”

Steve can’t believe she got everyone to say that.

After the shock of seeing them all packed like sardines wearing party hats, Steve can’t help but smile.

Eddie walks up to him, placing a hat on his head and a soft kiss on his cheek. “I tried to stop them,” Eddie whispers. “I know you don’t like parties, but they just wanted to show how much they love you. It was hard to say no.”

Steve turns to Eddie, a man who knows him inside and out and knows he can’t lie to him. “I thought I would hate this, but I don’t. It’s perfect.” He kisses Eddie on the lips, just as soft as the one before.

“Good, because I really didn’t try to stop them.” Eddie smiles into the kiss.

“Ew!”

“Gross!”

“Get a room!”

Various shouts across the room cause the couple to giggle and pull apart. Eddie flips them all off, “It’s been four years, assholes! Grow up.”

Eddie runs off to particularly chase Mike, who actually hasn’t said anything but did make a face, and Steve can’t help but be overwhelmed by joy.

🎉🦇🎉🦇

Hours later, after the cake has been cut and the presents have been shared, and his kiddos are definitely way too drunk, the party doesn’t show any signs of slowing down. And Steve, who is having fun but growing antsy since he slowed down on drinking years ago, isn’t quite sure what to do with himself.

He doesn’t want to ruin the fun or make anyone think he didn’t have a good time. This is one of the best birthdays, if not the best one, he’s ever had. But Steve is getting overwhelmed and worn out. He isn’t really tired, but being social has reached its capacity for the night.

Even so, he can’t help but laugh at Robin as she tells a story about the most recent disaster of her sign language class, where kids keep accidentally swearing instead of the proper words.

Eddie catches his eye across the room; he looks happy as he talks to Hop and Wayne. But even mid-conversation, across the sea of people, he tugs his helix piercing over his right ear twice.

It’s their signal for, “Do you want me to come over?”

Steve rubs the scar over his left eye twice, “Yes please.” It means.

Eddie excuses himself and makes his way to Steve. “Hey, baby.” He interrupts Robin mid-rant, who makes a sound of drunken protest. “Did we feed Mrs. Pierson’s cat today?”

Another signal, which translates, “Do you want to go home?”

And Steve knows he can just tell Eddie yes, and they can stay at the party, and Steve will have fun, and he’ll be happy, but it isn’t what he wants. What he wants is to be at home with their own cat Beelzebub, snuggled up in their bed. So Steve says, “Shit, I don’t think we did.” Yes, please. Let’s go home.

Eddie acts quickly. They make their rounds, say goodbyes, and make their excuses. Everyone lovingly pokes at their forgetfulness. The couple insists everyone stays and enjoys themselves. Steve thanks everyone with individual hugs.

Steve and Eddie hold pinkies the entire walk home, down the streets of Indianapolis. The dark night blanket of night, and the never-ending sound of the city, keeping them safe enough to risk the intertwined digits.

When they make it home, they say nothing. They unwind slowly. Sharing kisses, delicately take off each other's clothes, hum into each others mouths. There is nothing rushed, or rough; they have time now. There will be moments for that later.

And in their journey from the front door to the bed, Eddie kisses the place where Steve’s shoulder and neck meet. It’s his signal for “I love you.”

Later, when they are tangled up in the sheets, heavy breaths slowing down, Eddie’s arms wrapped around him, Steve leans up and kisses the tip of Eddie’s nose. It’s his signal for “I love you more.”

Eddie’s smile back says, “that just isn’t possible.”

“Thank you for today.” Steve finally speaks out loud, playing with Eddie’s fingers.

“Oh, it isn’t over yet, baby.” And Eddie jumps out of bed naked, running out of the room.

Steve can’t help but cackle at his boyfriend's antics. There is a sudden thump on the bed; Steve peeks down to see their cat making his home on the end of their bed like he knows they are finally done for the night. “Hey, bee.” Steve scratches him behind his ear, earning a resounding purr from him. A little to the left, it means.

Eddie comes back into the room and dives back into the bed, bouncing Beelzebub but not startlingly him enough to move. Steve supposes he’s used to his father's antics. “Okay, I would tell you to close your eyes, but I know you’re not going to listen, so I’m just going to hand them to you.”

Steve giggles and grabs the pieces of paper in his hands and his heart stops. “Eddie.”

“Steve.” Eddie’s grin is wide.

“These are three tickets to see Madonna.”

“Yup.” Eddie pops his ‘p’ clearly proud of himself. “One for you, one for Robs of course, and one for me.”

Steve whispers in awe, “But you hate Madonna.”

Eddie brushes the hair out of Steve’s face, “Please, no one can hate Madonna.” Eddie’s eyes turn soft, “Besides, you love her, and you love me. It only felt fair to have us both in the same place. And you’d worry the entire time if I wasn’t there.”

Steve throws his arms around Eddie, squeezing him tight. Hoping he can translate how much he loves this man through it. Steve loves making other people happy, but no one has loved making Steve happy, quite like Eddie. “I love you so much,” Steve says once he leans back.

Eddie kisses the place where his shoulder and his neck meet. I love you. Eddie kisses the tip of his nose. I love you more. Finally, he holds Steve’s face and says aloud,

“I love you too.”

***

Was this perhaps inspired by the fact I turn 24 in a week and a half? Maybeee. I’m a lot like Steve in this where I have such mixed feelings about my birthday. I’m feeling a lot of anxiety about it if I’m honest, and I don’t have high hopes.

Unlike me, I don’t have a partner like Eddie, but Steve deserves the world and I wanted him to have some loving and domestic fluff. The idea that these two have secret signals is an important headcannon to me, and I would love to see others take on it.

I hope @henderdads you enjoyed this if you made it this far. It was a lot of fun to write. :)

#steddie #giving these boys the fluff they deserve #they have secret signals for everything #especially a ‘can you believe this guy’ one #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #birthday blues #stranger things #domestic fluff #happy ending #my writing #platonic stobin #Robin Buckley

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irrevocableloves · 8 months

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violent delights

twilight rewrite! edward cullen x fem!witch!reader

chapter one: the city of forks welcomes you

masterlist ౨ৎ chapter two

summary: y/n swan has lived in forks all of her life, but when she takes her summer-long vacation to california to visit her mother, she returns to a strange new family accompanying the small town.

warnings: swearing, angst

words: 1.8k

a/n: this has been in my drafts for so so long and tbh i haven't written a fanfic since i was 12... and i'm fr 22, but i've ran out of twilight fanfics to read (i've been waiting weeks for one specific one to update and i'm going crazy)... so anyways !! hope you enjoy !!

Opening my eyes, I was greeted with the trees of Forks, Washington. After an almost four hour drive, I could sense that I was nearing my home as the city was nowhere to be found. Instead it was replaced with deep green trees, dim skies, and the small shops that swept by as my dad drove.

I liked Forks, more than I probably should. Everyone here, mostly the kids, sulked about big bright cities where the sun would actually make an appearance. They longed for the liveliness that Forks had never given them.

But me? I secretly adored the quietness of it all. But of course, I had a disadvantage. Every summer I bathed in the sun rays of California, visited the busy cities, the warm beaches, and the overall liveliness that was craved from everyone else. But I was drained. Normally, it would be the opposite from any other person, but I always loved the cold. Ever since I was a kid, my little brain was wired to believe that Forks was almost like Christmas every single day of the year. So, rain, snow, or even ice (even with the ungodly amount of times I've slipped) never had me in too big of a rut.

With my mom back in California, though I loved her to death, was an absolute headache most of the time. And unlike my dad, she hovered. But, it wasn't her fault. The summer is the only time she had me, the rest were reserved with Charlie, which had resulted in this summer's mishaps: she begged me to stay longer. One would think that school would be an easy get out, but she knew the first month was nothing but dry introductions, syllabi, and effortless assignments. It was partly my fault. I was never one to turn her down, perhaps it was guilt because maybe she and I felt deep down that I favored my father more because who could ever turn down a chance to live in the perfect bustling city of San Francisco over Forks.

So I stayed. But now, it's the beginning of October. Thankfully, I was able to get in contact with the school in order to get all of my classes in order, as well as the help of my best friend, Angela, who emailed me all of the assignments. Jessica on the other hand, filled me in on all of the gossip. Her phone calls consisted of talks about her massive crush on Mike as well as the new and "totally weird" (as Jessica put it) family. "Suuupperrr pale, but weirdly GORGEOUS. I mean this Edward guy, he's wow. I swear if Mike doesn't make a move soon... I wonder if I could make him jealous?" The conversations were mostly one-sided, always either complaining about Mike's obliviousness or never catching that new guy's attention.

Now that I knew I was caught up on everything to do with school, all I wanted was to bury myself in bed and prepare for an alarm that hasn't been set in months.

I awoke to the sound of a car honking outside my window, assuming it was nothing, I settled back into my pillows, throwing my purple duvet back over your head for hopefully another thirty minutes of sleep.

"Y/N/N!" I heard my dad's voice accompanied by one of his famously loud whistles from outside of my window. That's when I finally got up and peered over with squinting eyes to see my father coming out of a car that most definitely wasn't his squad car.

Once my vision settled, I saw a green Volkswagen beetle parked in the driveway. No fucking way. I sprinted down the stairs and flung the front door open to see my father with a wide grin, gesturing the keys in front of my face.

"For me? You're joking?" I said in complete shock.

"You want me to be joking? Cause if so I can just bring this right back to Billy and let him sell it to some other geezer."

"No! No! No! I mean... Thank you, dad. Oh my god, how did you guys even find this?"

"Well, consider it a late birthday present. Billy and Jacob found it back in May for your birthday and decided to fix it up for ya, free of charge, but I paid 'em of course."

"Thanks dad and how about we invite Billy and Jacob over sometime and I'll cook? As a thank you?"

"You bet."

Once I parked in front of the school, my group of friends welcomed me with open arms, with Angela and Jessica squealing about how much they missed you and the boys, mostly just Mike, trying to awkwardly hug me.

I knew Mike had a crush on me, since third grade to be exact, which only made it worse for my friendship with Jessica, which made it worse for Lauren, Jessica's bestest friend to have an even better reason to despise me.

The first four classes: English, Government, Trigonometry, and French were surprisingly a breeze thanks to the assignments either Angela or the teachers sent over while I was away.

While at lunch, a new, unfamiliar bunch emerged from the cafeteria doors. They were beautiful... and also extremely pale even for Forks. So, this was the family Jessica was practically drooling over?

"Who are they?" I questioned anyways.

Jessica leans in, being careful to whisper, "It's the family I was telling you about. Dr. and Mrs. Cullen's foster kids. They all moved down here from Alaska like last month."

I studied the first girl who walked in, bleached blonde hair, almost black eyes that were almost unsettling, she wore a thin grey coat and a knitted white scarf that matched her icy skin, and a necklace with a large charm that looked to be a family crest of some sort.

"The blonde girl, Rosalie, and the big dark-haired guy, Emmett..." Jessica continued.

More of the family gathered in slowly, the blonde was linking hands with a man with jet black hair, with the same family crest residing on his wrist.

"... they're a thing. I'm not even sure that's legal." Jessica grimaced.

Angela piped in, "Jess, they're not actually related."

"But they live together and all wear that weird creepy crest like some sort of cult. And the little dark haired girl, Alice, she's really weird..."

Despite Jessica's remarks, Alice was the one who caught my eye the most so far and not in a negative way. She reminded me of a fairy almost with her pixie-like hair cut, her style, and the way she carried herself, which was pretty whimsical in a way. Her arms were locked with a man beside her, bleached blonde just as Rosalie was.

"... she's with Jasper, the blonde who looks like he's in pain" Jessica continued on, "I mean, Dr. Cullen's like this foster dad slash match maker."

"Maybe he'll adopt me." Angela giggled.

The last Cullen to enter, I assumed it was Edward, the man Jessica claimed to be weirdly gorgeous and 'wow'. 'Wow' was the perfect word to explain how I felt as he strode down the cafeteria. I couldn't keep your eyes off of him, even as he went past your table, I was oddly captivated by his presence. He had a lanky body, matched with the same pale skin as his siblings, bronze hair and striking smirk. You could've sworn he heard Jessica's whispered remarks from across the cafeteria.

"He's totally gorgeous, obviously. But apparently, no one here is good enough for him. Like I care." She does. "Anyway, don't waste your time."

"I wasn't planning on it." I looked away before his eyes could find mine and once I did, I felt as if holes were practically burned at the back of my head. Was he staring?

Out of curiosity, I peered over my shoulder, quickly glancing, seeing his eyes on mine and quickly turning my eyes back, slowly hiding behind my hair.

Before I walked into Biology, I shuffled through my backpack to look for the assignments I'd done in your time away, settling them in my hands as I walked through the door.

Greeting Mr. Banner, I handed him my completed assignments that were neatly put together with a paper clip.

"Finally nice to see you Miss Y/L/N, how was your summer?" Being great at biology put you at an advantage, not only for assignments, but because Mr. Banner didn't question much about my month long disappearance, but I couldn't say the same about PE...

"It was good, thank you."

"Well that's great, I'm glad! And I appreciate your completed assignments, not even people attending have it all quite done like you have!" He rambled. "So! Your seat... There's a seating chart, but there should be an empty seat I left for you...,yes! Right there, next to Mr. Cullen." Mr. Banner pointed to the right side of the classroom to the seat next to the Cullen boy.

Edward's eyes once again felt as if they burned through my own, staring at me as if you had wronged him in some way. The hatred in his eyes was well aware, but for what reason?

With each step I took, the more disgust in his features appeared, almost as if he was holding his breath. Did I stink or something? I attempted not to smell myself to see if perhaps I had raging body odor or even a bad breath that radiated from across the classroom. No one else seemed to have an issue besides him.

Once I was sat, I heard him mutter into a cough, but I only made eye contact with his beading black eyes and said nothing at all. He only pushed the microscope towards me slowly, being careful to not come any closer to me as if he would catch something.

I sighed loudly, making my annoyance well known. He only just tensed.

Throughout the entirety of the class, the tension continued. I even considered going up to Mr. Banner and asking to switch seats with someone, but that only sparked the possibility of Mike forcing Eric to switch seats and I honestly couldn't figure out which would be worse. So, I decided to suffer through the entire hour and perhaps learn to suffer the entire year partnered with a man who could hardly even look me in the eye without being utterly disgusted.

At first I was hurt, but the hurt swiftly turned into annoyance once the partner sessions began. He didn't even consult with me, rather he just scribbled as fast as he could, only of what he was able to see through the microscope, only handing it to me after to check his answers. All correct, surprisingly.

Staring at the clock, I was counting down the time until the bell. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Edward had gotten up, practically running out of the classroom before the bell had officially rung.

next chapter

#violent delights #edward cullen #edward cullen x reader #edward cullen x you #edward cullen x y/n #twilight #twilight rewrite #twilight fanfiction #edward cullen fanfiction #robert pattinson #robert pattinson x reader #violent delights fanfiction #violent delights fanfic

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cat3ch1sm · 4 months

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Alright so I have a HUGE thing for Silva and Zeno to the point where I’d be delighted to have them step on me and call me worthless 😩💖

So would you have the time and energy to write some headcanons on how Killua would react if a friend of his (aka female reader) were to nonchalantly comment about how his dad and grandpa are hot?

I wanna ruin this gremlin’s mind so much please! <3

OMG if you want to, would you be willing to make Killua’s friend comment that to him but IN FRONT of Silva and Zeno too???

💚~ LMFAOAOAO u guys request the most chaotic shit and im totally here for it. here’s ur request!! merry Christmas guys ily <33 @cocogum

also i can definitely relate

fem!reader

u and killua have been friends for a while. literally probably the most chaotic pair anyone’s ever seen. just constantly doing stupid reckless borderline deadly shit. u are one of the very few who can always keep up with killua and can tolerate the same shit he does

he’s the friend who is always risking his life with the things he does and ur the friend who is always risking their life with the things you say. you have zero filter basically. and he really does not care at all, tbh he thinks you’re hilarious

anyway that’s why killua really has no problem bringing u over to his house. he’s never done it before, but you two aren’t the type to make a big deal of things like that, so whatever he just decides to drop by with u

you’ve never met his parents or siblings, but killua has never been lacking on his descriptions of them. whenever you ask he always makes it a point to tell you how nuts they are. but he sort of knows you can handle it even tho his family doesn’t like that he has friends in the first place, but tbh he doesn’t care much atp

anyway he brings you to his place and you go through the whole shebang of the super heavy doors and getting past mike but basically you two are good to go. the butlers welcome you both in and that’s that

you actually do meet his family who are about as off putting as you expected. his little brother kalluto is the tamest; he acknowledges you with a barely perceptible nod and that’s that. killua doesn’t bother introducing u to milluki and thankfully illumi and kikyo aren’t in the house right now. however, you both do run into silva and zeno.

the piercing glares they give you should be enough to freeze you in your tracks. there’s obviously an aura of dread that comes with their presence that killua had vaguely warned you about. but something honestly catches your eye about them, and you have to bring your hand to your mouth to hide the mischievous smile spreading across your lips. but to your surprise, the two men don’t even come over and bother to speak to you. they just give you disdainful looks and go on their way. looks like you aren’t really worth their time.

but as the two are walking away and you and killua start to head out, you turn and whisper to killua in a voice you very soon discover wasn’t actually a whisper, “wait, kil, your dad and grandpa are kinda hot.”

needless to say, this is the one time killua doesn’t find your lack of filter funny. his blue eyes instantly fly open and he yanks you aside, hissing, “why the fuck-“

that’s all he manages to get out. the zoldyck men have stopped in their tracks. your eyes widen as well and you clap a hand over your mouth.

“oh my fucking god-“ killua doesn’t even turn around to see his father and grandfather, he just yanks you along with him as he basically teleports out of the house. you don’t even have time to process his reaction before you both are suddenly far away from the zoldyck mansion.

you both pause once you’re out of earshot, exchanging wide-eyed looks before you collapse into giggles in the grass and killua slaps both hands against his face. “are you actually out of your fucking mind- never mind, you actually fucking are. what the hell is wrong with you??”

you’re way too busy laughing to answer, pointing at killua’s totally red face. he hides it behind his hands with a loud, exasperated groan.

“i’m going to puke. i’m going to throw the fuck up all over you, you asshole. take that shit back literally right now. oh my god. i’m going to kill you and then myself, you absolute dumbass.”

this goes on for at least ten minutes. you’re basically wheezing at this point, and you don’t stop until killua threatens to leave you behind.

“i am never taking you to my house again, you psychopath. like, i know you have shitty ass taste in guys, but are you serious?? you’re mental. actually insane. seriously?? no, take that shit back, my dad and grandpa are not hot.”

you start to walk away, still laughing, and killua is hot on your heels.

“where the hell are you going?! take that back right now, or i swear to god-“

#anime #hxh headcanons #hxh memes #hunter x hunter #reader x killua zoldyck #killua x you #reader x killua #killua zoldyck x reader #killua hc #killua headcanons #killua x reader #killua hxh #killua zoldyck x you

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 7 months

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Closure

"We like Steve, but we don't love Steve," Murray said mockingly.

A wave of fury rose up in Nancy. What business is it of his? Steve has been there for her more than anyone. He didn't have to go to the dinners with her but he did, every single one of them. He walked back into the house and fought the demogorgon when he didn't have to. He could have run. He was there for her, and she was just going to let this asshole mock him? No.

"I don't think it's any of your business," Nancy snapped. "And I love Steve. Maybe not in the way that he loves me, but I love him."

"Okay, okay," Murray said, holding up his hands defensively. "Sensitive, very sensitive."

Later that night, she lay in bed thinking about Steve and Jonathan. She also thought about Barb. She should feel victorious, but there was a guilty feeling in the pit of her stomach. She thought about the gate, how it was still open, and spreading into Hawkins. They weren't the same scientists, not the ones that killed Barb, and they were trying to stop the spread, but they were failing. . . They were only keeping it at bay momentarily. What if what she did puts them at risk because all she could see was getting justice for Barb? What if it swallows the entire town? What if it kills Holly? Or her mom and Dad? Or Mike? Oh, god, what did she do? What if the lab shuts down, and they can't stop it? Will was still getting treated by the doctors when no one else could possibly help, and she dragged his brother into this. Nancy rolled out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, emptying the contents of her stomach into the porcelain bowl. Jonathan popped his head into the bathroom.

"Nancy?" He asked as he knelt next to her.

"We fucked up. We shouldn't have done this. It's still open, Jonathan," Nancy said. "I didn't think about it when I saw it, and why didn't I? Why wasn't that enough for me to wake up? I was so angry. I was just so angry."

"Nancy - " Jonathan started to say.

"It's too late. I don't think I could get that creep to turn over anything now," Nancy sniffled. "God, it was so weird that he was pushing us together like that."

"Well, I mean, the idea of us isn't totally crazy, is it?" Jonathan asked.

"Jonathan. . .I'm still with Steve. . .and while I do have feelings for you, I don't think it would be a good idea. I'm still dealing with Barbara, and I could really use a friend, and I know that's not what you want to hear. I need friends to talk to. . . like you. . .like Steve. I don't think I can handle a relationship right now, not with either of you," Nancy sighed. "And I think that if you pulled your head out of your ass, you and Steve could be great friends too."

"Nance, he said some awful things - " Jonathan started to stay.

"Yeah, he apologized for those," Nancy snapped. "And you nearly killed him for it, so I think you're even."

"He's a douchebag," Jonathan scoffed.

"And you aren't? Need I remind you that you took those photos of me," she said. "And I just put everyone at risk! None of us are perfect, but do I really have to remind you that Steve put his life on the line for both of us? I could really use both of you. . . I can't lose anyone else. Can't you at least try?"

"Nancy. . . "

"Come on, you both like to cook!" Nancy said.

"He cooks? He doesn't have people do that for him?" Jonathan asked with a scoff of disbelief.

"His parents leave him alone all the time. He kind of had to fend for himself, kind of like you did, except your mom actually gives a shit," Nancy said and then paused. "Don't tell him I told you that."

"Damn it," Jonathan muttered and sighed. "Fine. I'll give the guy a chance."

"Thank you," Nancy said softly.

"I never actually apologized for taking those photos. It doesn't matter why I took those photos, I still took them, and I shouldn't have," Jonathan said. "I'm sorry, and I'm not taking it back this time. I actually mean it. Not only did I invade your privacy, but I also abused my skills as a photographer."

"Thank you for saying that," Nancy said softly. "And thank you for meaning it. There's a part of me that's always going to be a little weirded out by it, which is another reason why we shouldn't be together, but I want you to know that I do forgive you."

Nancy and Jonathan stayed on the floor in silent contemplation.

"You know, I don't think I'm ready for a relationship either," Jonathan said.

"Yeah," Nancy said softly.

There was another long moment of silence between them.

"You know, you would make a better journalist than that guy," Jonathan said.

"Yeah?" Nancy asked.

"Yeah."

When they got back to Hawkins, things had gone to shit. Will was now possessed by what the kids are calling the Mind Flayer, Steve’s like their guardian now, and El was alive, getting ready to close the gate with Hopper. Meanwhile, Steve and Nancy were looking through the heaters out on the lawn to use to get the Mind Flayer out of Will.

"You should go with him," Steve said.

"What?" Nancy asked.

"With Jonathan," Steve said.

"No, I'm not just going to leave Mike," Nancy scoffed.

"No one's leaving anyone. I may be a pretty shitty boyfriend . . . But I'm a damn good babysitter," Steve said.

"Steve. . . "

"It's okay, Nance. It's okay," Steve said softly, and her eyes filled with tears.

"You were not a shitty boyfriend! You were the best first boyfriend I could have asked for, and I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like you were. I was drowning and . . . You helped. You were there. After this we'll talk properly, okay?" Nancy sniffled and hugged Steve tightly. "Just want you to know that nothing happened with Jonathan. We're just friends. I don't want to lose either of you from my life, okay? Promise?"

"I promise," Steve said.

After freeing Will from the Mind Flayer, they met up with Hop in front of Jonathan's house. Hop was pulling El out of the car when they approached. Nancy opened the front door for him, following him into the house. When they walked in, they found the kids arguing with Steve over a knocked out Billy Hargrove. Steve’s face was bloody and beaten.

"I say we bury him outside with the other demodogs," Mike scowled.

"Mike! He is a person, and he's still alive!" Steve yelled. "He's also Max's brother."

"Stepbrother!" Max corrected.

"He slammed Lucas into a wall!" Mike screeched.

"He did what?!" Joyce asked, appalled.

"What the hell is going on here?" Hopper asked as he set El on the couch.

The kids started talking at once until Steve whistled, hollered, and clapped his hands.

"Hey, shitheads! Let me do the talking," Steve replied, putting his hands on his hips.

"You really are a good babysitter," Nancy grinned.

"More like a mom," Jonathan whispered loudly, and Nancy snickered.

"He's my stepbrother," Max spoke up. "He came looking for me. He didn't want me to hang out with Lucas, and so he attacked him. Steve stepped in to help, but Billy nearly killed him, so I used the ketamine to knock him out."

"I mean, I don't think he would have killed me," Steve frowned.

"You were unconscious, and he was still beating on you," Lucas said.

"You didn't see the look on his face!" Dustin exclaimed, his face pale. "He enjoyed it!"

"Okay. I need to deal with Hargrove, but first, I need to take you to the hospital," Hopper sighed.

"I'm fine," Steve said.

"Fine?! Fine?! He smashed a plate over your head, Steve!" Dustin exclaimed.

"What?!" Nancy, Jonathan, and Joyce exclaimed.

"Uh, I'll take Steve to the hospital, and you can deal with Hargrove if it makes it easier, Hop," Jonathan said, and Hopper nodded.

"I'll go with you," Nancy said.

"I'll go too!" Dustin and Lucas exclaimed.

"We're going to need to take Will to the hospital, anyway," Joyce said.

"I'm fine," Will said.

"Is there an echo in here?" Joyce scowled. "Max and Mike, you can ride with us."

"Yeah, we can go to the hospital," Will said.

Nancy practically pushed Steve into the passenger's seat before he could protest and climbed into the back seat with the two boys.

"Hey, Steve?" Lucas asked.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks, man," Lucas said softly.

"Anytime," Steve said with a grin.

Lucas lunged forward and hugged Steve from behind before plopping back down into his seat.

"Aww," Nancy, Jonathan, and Dustin said in unison.

"Oh my God! Shut up and drive!" Lucas exclaimed.

After Steve was admitted into the hospital as the doctors wanted to keep him overnight for observation, Jonathan went to check in on Will. On the way out of Steve’s room, he pulled Dustin and Lucas out of the room, leaving Nancy alone with Steve.

"You know, I have a hard time putting into words how I feel about someone. Steve, you're an important part of my life, and I want you to continue to be a part of it. I do love you, Steve, but not in the way that you want me to. I'm sorry I couldn't say that before, and I'm sorry that I hurt you. Don't say that I didn't because I did, Steve. You were there for me when not a lot of people were and you went to every dinner when you didn't have to. You held me as I cried, and you listened to me talk about Barb. I think if Barb hadn't died that night, I think I would have fallen head over heels for you, but too much has happened, and I don't know how to forget," Nancy said, crying.

"I don't think you ever forget. I think you just put one foot in front of the other and I think you'll find that it is easier to walk even with all the weight that you carry. You just get stronger," Steve shrugged and paused. "I don't want to lose you either."

"You're pretty smart, you know that? Why don't you bring it out more often?" Nancy asked.

"Some people just like me for my pretty face," Steve tried to joke.

"You're beautiful inside and out, Steve Harrington," Nancy said.

"Back at you," Steve smiled, sniffling. "I love you."

"I love you too," Nancy smiled and hugged him tightly.

Jonathan tentatively knocked on the door and popped his head in. His shoulders were a little tense.

"Can I come in?" He asked.

"Yeah," Nancy said.

"I just want to say, Steve, that it was pretty cool what you did. Those guys mean a lot to Will, and he's very grateful to you. So am I," Jonathan said.

"Thanks, man," Steve said, and then he grinned. "I guess you heard that I'm single now. Do you want a piece of this action? I have to say I'm still very fragile."

"Fuck off, man," Jonathan laughed, his shoulders relaxing. "I don't do jocks."

Nancy giggled, looking gratefully at Jonathan. It was a good start for all of them. A very good start.

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auspicious-manner · 2 years

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ngl I keep coming back each day to read your stories, they are really good! can you do another story on newsies era mike faist and the reader? thank you :)

thank you so much, it means a lot :) even though i don’t update daily anymore, lol. although, i was better about it this week, and it only took me 6 days to update instead of 7, go me! small improvement!

female reader x mike faist

warnings: none

I’m So Tired

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“dude, open the door!” a voice sounded from the outside of Y/N’s apartment door.

“gosh, give me like five seconds!” she yelled back as she finished packing her backpack to head to the theater.

there was a long pause. “it’s been longer than five seconds!”

she grabbed her bag and flung the door open to find an impatient mike looking down at her disheveled state.

“my goodness, you are insufferable.”

mike raised an eyebrow. “i’m insufferable? you’re the one who has made us behind today. we’re going to be late because of you.”

Y/N walked out of her apartment and turned to lock the door. “we’re going to be just fine, stop being so dramatic.”

Y/N and mike had a very close bond. after being cast in newsies together, with mike as morris and the understudy of jack kelly and Y/N as hannah and a bowery beauty, they became best friends due to constantly being together. every day, they would commute to the nederlander theatre together. mike lived further into the city, so he would drive his car to Y/N’s apartment building, park it in the street, and together they would take the subway.

with mike being a year older than Y/N, a lot of their debates resulted in mike trying to act as an older figure to her, with her firing back and saying something snarky like, “you’re not my dad”. given the fact that both of them had a dry, sarcastic sense of humor, their personalities fit together like two puzzle pieces. not only that, but their relationship was full of constant play-flirting that both of them though was based strictly off of friendship.

“i’m going on as jack today,” mike told her as they walked down the busy streets of new york.

Y/N yawned. “no kidding? that’s cool.”

mike sighed. “you could have just told me you didn’t care.”

Y/N quickly looked at him, realizing her yawn came off the wrong way. “i didn’t mean that sarcastically, really. i didn’t have time to make coffee today and i barely got any sleep because my neighbors dog was screeching all night,” she stopped walking, resulting in mike also coming to a stop. he stared at her sunken eyes. “i’m so unbelievably tired.”

mike nodded and continued walking. “i get it. if it makes you feel any better, we’ll share at least a little bit of stage time today since i’m going on as jack,” he said with a hopeful grin.

“ugh, that does not help my mood.”

the pair continued to the station, safely got on the subway, and headed off. on the subway, Y/N’s eyes began to flutter as if she was fighting off sleep. she’s pretty sure at some point she actually did manage to fall asleep on the short ride to their stop.

“are you… sleeping?” mike asked when he saw her head slumped to the side. he pushed her arm gently and she shot up.

“are you okay? i don’t think i’ve ever seen you this tired,” he asked her with real concern.

“i’m fine, i promise. i just didn’t get a lot of sleep, that’s all.”

mike stared back at her, not fully believing it. he put his hand to her forehead. “you feel a little warm. do you have a fever?”

“who knows, i might,” she started, being interrupted by a yawn. “i’ll just take a nap in my dressing room before i have to get ready, then i’ll be brand new.”

mike sighed. “Y/N, you are one tough cookie.”

they got off at their stop and walked into the beautiful nederlander theatre. sometimes they still couldn’t believe they did this for a living. the feeling of walking into the empty theater never changed, even after performing hundreds of shows.

they signed in and separated to their dressing rooms to prepare. she got to her shared dressing room early and was able to squeeze in a short hour of sleep before being awoken by her cast mates.

“Y/N, if you don’t get ready now you’ll never be ready in time for the show,” kara lindsay said, leaning over the girl sleeping on the small couch. she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and sat up.

“this is going to be a long night,” she murmured before getting up and sitting in front of the mirror. she began to pin strands of hair tight against her head in order to prepare for her wig to be placed.

“what’s wrong with you today? you seem off,” kara asked as she did the same thing as Y/N.

“is it really that noticeable?” she asked, resulting in a nod from kara.

“i slept horribly last night, and i think i’m coming down with a cold. i’m just so tired.”

“just think about how rewarding your sleep is going to be when you finish the show tonight. you just have to get through two hours, and you’re free to sleep,” she consoled.

Y/N nodded and yawned. “i guess you’re right.”

she continued getting ready with kara and the other girls who played the nuns and the second bowery beauty by her side. she was friends with kara and merely acquaintances with the girls, but her only close friend out of the entire cast was mike. she hated to admit it, but she almost thought there was something more seriously flirty between the two of them. something beyond the nonchalant play flirting.

as if kara was reading Y/N’s mind, kara cleared her voice and began to speak. “you and mike are together a lot. do you like him?”

Y/N froze. was she going to admit her feelings for mike to kara?

“what? no. we’re just friends, nothing more,” she said, clearly not believing her own words.

kara smiled. “the way you guys look at each other and blush as if on cue isn’t something friends just do. when you guys finally realize there’s something more, give me credit,” she stated confidently before going to the wig room to get her wig placed.

Y/N sat contemplating what kara said, and looked at the three other girls to her side that were too engrossed in their own conversations to really listen to hers. she sat back in her seat and continued her hair, the conversation never leaving her mind.

after completing the process of pinning her hair back and doing her makeup, she got her first wig placed and her hannah costume on. after she was completely ready and waiting for her first call, she laid back down on the couch and closed her eyes.

there was a knock outside the dressing room door. she heard it in her sleep, but didn’t have the energy to answer it.

the knock sounded again, but instead of stopping afterwards, whoever it was came in.

“i-Y/N, are you sleeping again?”

Y/N sat up and saw mike in his jack kelly costume, standing over her.

“yeah, i was sleeping,” she replied, dazed.

“you’re not okay to do the show tonight, you never sleep before we go on like this. you should have called off,” mike said, sitting down next to her.

“i can do it. it sucks, but i’ll be fine. it’s just one show, and then i’m free to sleep in as long as i please tomorrow. i promise i’m just fine, pinky swear,” she said playfully, holding out her pinky.

mike glared at her before rolling his eyes and interlocking his pinky with hers. “i’m trusting you on this one.”

everyone was called to the wings, and mike stood by Y/N. she felt his glance lay on her, but she ignored it and looked onstage where the final props were being set up. she could hear the bustling audience beyond the stage.

mike placed an arm around Y/N’s shoulders, causing her to lean in and rest her head on mike’s shoulder. she could have easily fallen asleep right there.

it was mike’s turn to go on. “good luck buddy, you’ll be great,” she said, patting his back.

“you too, Y/N. don’t fall asleep out there!” he whispered before running to his place.

the show actually went smoothly, to Y/N’s surprise. the roar of the audience gave Y/N a boost of energy, and she was mostly able to get through the show. however, she noticed that any time she sat down in one of pulitzer’s chairs onstage, sleep threatened her again. along side the sleep issue, she felt her cold symptoms beginning to worsen, and her throat became scratchy and her nose was beginning to get stuffed up.

while being one of the bowery beauties, mike and Y/N got at least a few minutes of indirect stage time together. when the show allowed, they made eye contact and Y/N would look back at him, dazed with both tiredness and admiration for her friend.

towards the end of the show, Y/N watched mike perform onstage, and he was magical. he was captivating, and talented, and she wanted nothing more than to watch mike perform for hours. he ran off stage, catching her eyes staring directly at him.

“you okay?” he whispered, leaning close to her ear.

she yawned in response. “all good.”

he laughed before running off. she smiled to herself, feeling oddly giddy. mike was her best friend, why was she feeling excited at mike recognizing her?

finally, after a tiring two hours, it was time for curtain call. Y/N felt like at any time, her body would collapse under the weight of her heavy eyelids coercing her to sleep. she took her bow, and grinned when mike came out on stage as jack kelly. every time he went on as jack, Y/N’s heart fluttered with pride. she wasn’t exactly sure if it was normal for her to feel this strongly about a friend.

she retired to her dressing room, undoing her costume, hair, and makeup as quickly as possible. it took her longer than expected, though, due to her drowsy and slow movements.

all of the other girls finished before her, and she was left alone in her room. she was on her last task: unclipping her head of hair.

“oh gosh, i can’t do this,” she mumbled, resting her head on the table in front of her. luckily, before she could fall asleep at her table, mike barged in the door.

“hey Y/N- oh do not tell me you’re sleeping again,” mike said, standing behind her.

“not this time. i was close,” she lifted her head up and looked at mike through the mirror in front of her. “i just want to go home. i don’t even have the energy to take my hair out of the clips.”

mike thought about it, hesitated, and spoke up. “if you want me to, i can unclip it for you. you can rest your head for a little bit and i’ll get your hair done, okay?”

Y/N blushed. “would you?”

mike smiled back. “anytime. now, head down.”

she rested her head on her arms in front of her, and dozed off into a very light sleep. she knew mike was still talking to her, but she couldn’t decipher it or reply.

mike patted the back of her head. “all done,” mike exclaimed. “now, if you don’t hurry, we’ll miss our ride and i don’t think you want that.”

Y/N stood up slowly, finding it hard to walk due to her exhaustion. they made it outside of the theater, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to walk the few blocks to the station.

“mike?” she asked softly. matching her energy, he turned around and gave her a gentle look.

“what’s up?” he asked.

“c-can you carry me?”

mike tried to hide his red cheeks. “yeah, of course, but just this once. you’re crazy if you think i’ll be doing this for you every day.”

Y/N laughed and jumped on his back. “don’t worry about it, i won’t ask again.”

she got herself situated in a piggyback position on mike, and he carried her to their station. she rested her head comfortably on his back, and the sound of his breathing quickly lulled her to sleep. the only time she was awake was when mike set her down at the station and when they arrived at their destination. on the subway, she rested her head on mike’s shoulder and took a power nap.

Y/N instinctively got onto mike’s back again after they got out of the station, and he carried her all the way to her apartment door.

“i’ll get you settled inside, and then i’m going to head out,” mike said as Y/N unlocked her door.

“you can stay. your shoulder and back was comfy to sleep on,” she said, surprising herself with how bold she was being.

“are you sure? i don’t want to interrupt your sleep.”

Y/N stopped in the middle of her bedroom as mike told her this. “dude, i literally fell asleep on you multiple times tonight. you help me sleep,” she replied.

“if you say so,” he said, smiling lightly.

they got into bed, and unbeknownst to the other, they were smiling at the thought of sharing a bed together.

Y/N laid her head on mike’s chest, and he placed his arm around her.

“is this okay?” she asked, not wanting to overstep her boundaries.

he grazed her shoulder with his fingertips. “it’s perfect.”

“goodnight mike,” she said, already half asleep in his arms.

“goodnight Y/N,” he whispered back. she swore she heard a small “i love you” from mike, but before she could decide if she did or not, she was passed out cold.

#mike faist #mike faist imagine #mike faist x reader #mike faist fanfiction #newsies #newsies imagine #newsies x reader #jack kelly

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iriesdreamworld · 2 years

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i don’t know how u feel about this so feel free to ignore if you’re uncomfortable but do you think you could do something about an annoying step brother (steve or mike u choose ❤️) it could be nsfw?

omg okay so this is just a little thing i kinda went off track from the request,sorry! but i think i’m gonna do a part 2 maybe.

warnings - swearing, stepcest, no actual smut just kissing

you were awoken to rustling coming from your bathroom. your room was still dark minus the crack of light from the door that had been left slightly ajar and your nightstand clock read 5.16am.

you rubbed your eyes before swinging your legs over the side of your bed and jumping down from the mattress. instantly your feet and whole body was colder and you slipped on your slippers before making your way to your bathroom.

your stepbrother had your first aid kit open and spread across your bathroom sink with blood covering his face and scoops ahoy uniform.

“steve? what happened?” you ask and he stills before turning to you.

“why are you awake?” he asks seemingly annoyed, like you’d interrupted him.

“because you’re in my bathroom making noise? now what the heck happened?” you question him again but he ignores you, carrying on with his attempts to remove some of the blood.

“steve if somebody hurt you you can tell me.” you press him and he rolls his eyes before throwing the wipe down against your sink angrily.

“god just go back to bed. im fine.”

“whatever, if you’re not gonna tell me what happened im going to get my dad.” you say before turning to leave but he quickly grabbed the door handle slamming it shut and trapping you between it and him.

“why the fuck have you always gotta be such a snitch? oh i’m gonna go tell my daddy, god fucking grow up. i said im fine.” he tells you, his face dangerously close to yours and you can’t help but let your jaw fall slack as you stare up at him.

despite all of the blood and his swollen eye, your stepbrother looked really hot. like, really really hot. you knew steve was attracted of course, your friends reminded you daily, but from the minute you’d both moved in together there was a mutual dislike so you’d never even given it a second thought. but right now with his body practically pressed against yours it was all you could think about.

“i’m sorry.” was all you could get out as you stared up into his sparkly eyes and he looked confused as you seemed dazed.

“what’s wrong? are you ok-“ his hand came up to grab your face and you sighed into his touch, a small smile falling on your face. “oh.”

if you weren’t so disgustingly sweet and enamoured by him right now you’d have been so embarrassed but there wasn’t a part of your brain that wasn’t busy thinking about steve to even feel that embarrassment.

his smirk was proud as he realised what was up with you. you were attracted to him? finally after all of the past few months you were finally attracted to him. he was beginning to think he’d lost his spark.

“how disgusting are you getting all hot and bothered by your stepbrother.” he cooed, his lips against your ear and you almost whined just from that.

“steve shut up.” you barely got out as a whisper as his hands came up to take your cheeks in them.

he tilted your head back, your lips brushing his and your eyes fluttered shut waiting for his lips to be pressed against yours but when they weren’t your eyes reopened to see a smug looking steve staring down at you.

“you wanted to kiss me?” he asks and you did. so badly. you also wanted to punch him for being so cocky and annoying. “go on tell your stepbrother how bad you wanna kiss him.”

you knew he was covered in blood. you knew he was your stepbrother and your parents were asleep in the next room. you knew it was disgusting and it was wrong and he’d never let you live it down. but as you stared up at his gorgeous, blood stained face you just couldn’t help yourself.

“i wanna kiss you so bad stevie i really do,please.” you whine out and he chuckles, his forehead resting against yours as he stares into your eyes.

“fucking finally.” he presses his lips against yours enjoying the feeling of your plush ones against his own before he swipes his tongue against your bottom lip and you open your mouth letting it slip inside.

your arms go around his neck and you’re standing on your tiptoes pulling him closer. you need him closer. it was gross, you should never kiss your stepbrother, but your body felt so hot against his and you couldn’t help yourself.

“you’re such a greedy little girl.” he mumbles against your lips as you’re trying desperately to pull him closer.

“pick me up please.” he doesn’t even wait just grabs the back of your thighs and let’s them go around his waist as your back presses back against the door.

your lips are moving in sync, his tongue exploring your mouth and you can’t help the moans that fall into his as you begin humping him. you should be embarrassed you know it. you should be absolutely ashamed and appalled and run to your father telling him you can’t be trusted around steve anymore but you just can’t help it. you need him.

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part 2?

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darkcrowprincess · 11 days

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Hanbrough thoughts:

*They're 16. In this au Bill told Mike he's staying in Derry with him so hes not alone these 27 years. Mikes dad hasn't died yet. Warnings of implications of underage sex. But its not graphic.*

Will Hanlon to his wife first thing in the morning: A white boy is cuddling naked with our son in the barns hayloft.

Jessica Hanlon who was making breakfast drops the egg in her hand in surprise, it splats onto the kitchen floor: What?

Will Hanlon: Bill Denbrough, you know one of Mikes friends? Well they're up there in the barn.

*A few moments earlier*

If Mike Hanlon was not in his room, his father usually found him in his hiding spot in the barns hayloft. Mikey would go up there after super. Usually to read, or look through the scrapbook Will gave him. Maybe listen to some music on some of those mixe tapes his friends gave him. He'd been doing that most nights for years, deep thoughts bouncing around in that boys head till he fell into a heavy troubled sleep. Sometimes filled with nightmares, if the mumbles and cries Mike made were anything to go on.

That was the only reason Will Hanlon didn't call out for his son when he went to the barn to get him. He wanted to give his son a few more moments of sleep. He had trouble enough already with it.

So when Will Hanlon climbed up the hayloft latter to go gently wake up his son, he was definitely flabbergasted by what he saw.

A white boy, Bill Denbrough to be precised. Was tangled up with Mike amongst the hay. Laying softly asleep on his chest as if it was the safest place to be. Mike was holding him right back. As if he felt safe too. Tangled up like that (with only a big thick planket made by Mikes grandma keeping them warm and hiding their nakedness. Their clothes thrown carelessly around them) they looked like light and darkness intermingling in peace with one another. Like it was suppose to be. Soft and peaceful. The most peaceful Mike Hanlon has looked a sleep in a long time.

*Back in the kitchen*

Jessica Hanlon: And you just left them like that? You didn't say anything?

Will Hanlon: Well I didn't want to embarrassed the boy. Plus Mike looks so happy.

Jessica hopeful and interested. They both knew how melancholy their son has been lately: Really?

Will Hanlon nods: Really, but this sure is going to bring a lot of trouble to the both them. Especially Mike. You know what people are like. You know what Derry is like.

Jessica Hanlon laughs sadly: That is understatement William.

Jessica Hanlon than becomes a protective mama bear: But its our son. Whatever happens nothing is touching Mike. Either of those boys.

Will Hanlon protective too: Of course.

Jessica turns back the stove: Now onto important business.

Will Hanlon looks at his wife in confusion: ??

Jessica sweet as honey and a bit playful: Think that boy will like to stay for breakfast? As his mother its my duty to tease Mike about his love life. Especially if their doing it like rabbits in the barn.

Will Hanlon laughs and kisses his wife.

*Later a stuttering (even more that usual) and blushing Bill and Mike will have breakfast with Mr and Mrs Hanlon. It will be a funny and sweet little moment. And the happiest Mike and Bill have been for a long time.*

( I hope this is good. I have no idea, but I like it. There needs to be more hanbrough)

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kayhi808 · 8 months

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Perfect Match - 13

As much as you didn’t want to, you did the right thing and contacted your cousins. You picked out a dress for the wedding party and asked them to have their measurements taken with the seamstress. The ball is in their court. If they don’t do it, so be it. You’ll find out by weeks end how big of a bridal party you’ll have. You have other things to concentrate on, other than catty women. Bill keeps reminding you, that you’re doing the right thing. If you had your way, it would be your turn to kidnap Billy and whisk him away to elope with you.

*****

The weeks have flown by! Bill’s friend, Micro, installed state of the art security & surveillance in the townhouse. He's been helping Bill search for Mike Fontana. Micro is amazing! He's got facial recognition programs that he designed which is better than what the government has access to. He's tapped into the city's traffic cams. He can hack into private businesses. He's a genius, and yet Mike has given you the slip. He's fallen completely off the grid.

Bill hired security for you both, which was needed anyway once the transfer of businesses were signed over to Bill. Now there’s a driver & bodyguards that travel with you. Whether to work at the lounges & bars, out shopping, meetings, running in the park, a bodyguard is always with you. After you were moved into the townhouse, no bloody hearts have been delivered, but hate mail persists & sometimes photos. Candid shots of you around city. Bill is still trying to find out who’s behind the threats with the wedding being days away.

There’s a knock at your office door. You look up & Billy is leaning there. You smile & he enters and closes the door. “We need to talk.”

You frown, “What’s up?” Billy drops into a chair in the front of your desk. He rubs his hands over his buzzcut, “I think the threats are coming from your dad. Or at the very least, he’s a part of it.”

It doesn’t register at first. You don’t come to a woman, days before the wedding saying “We need to talk.” Jesus Christ, Billy! The first thing that pops into your head is that he wants to call the wedding off. Nope. You quickly shift gears, “W…what? Why do you think that?”

“I asked your grandfather to see the records of the businesses that Fontana was working on & they are different from the ones that your dad showed me. I wouldn’t have taken the contract if there wasn’t proof of his embezzlement. Something’s not right. Your dad showed me doctored records.”

“Are you sure? Sorry, don’t answer that. I know, you’re sure.”

“I’m 100% sure. Those were NOT the docs your father gave me. I wanted to tell you first, before bringing it to your grandfather’s attention.” Resting your elbows on your desk, you press your palms against you eyes, trying to relieve the pressure building. “Angel?”

You take a deep stuttering breath, “I’m not surprised, but…” you trail off. “I’ve fought with my father many times before, but I didn’t think it’d be like this.” Billy rounds your desk & pulls you up out of your chair & into his arms. “That was a human heart in that box. From my father, Billy. We’re going to see him at the rehearsal dinner! The wedding is this weekend! He’s supposed to walk me down the aisle.”

“I know.” Bill’s hand on the back of your head, holds you tighter to his chest. “We got a meeting with your grandfather first thing in the morning. We’ll figure this out.”

You pull away from him, "I know we will," nodding. You look up at him and see the concern in his eyes & it warms your soul. You pull him down so you can kiss him. "Thank you."

"You think you can get someone to cover for you? We can head home?"

Shaking your head, "I'm closing tonight. It's already late, I don't want to call someone in."

"You want me to stay with you?" He smiles, "I can sit up at the bar, or back here with you?"

"It's ok, Billy. I'm good."

"Call me if you change your mind, and I'll come back."

"You're sweet." Billy always brings a smile to your lips. "I'll see you at home."

*****

The meeting with grandfather went as well as can be expected. You're accusing his son of pretty terrible things. He promised to look into it, but he was shorter with you than normal, but you thanked him for his time & left. You told Billy, you needed to trust him. If he said he'll look into it, he will.

*****

Billy got bullied by your nonna into letting you stay with her at their house. Grandmother wouldn't hear of you staying together. It was bad luck. Bill went out with his guys. You don't know what Frank had planned, but you're sure they had fun. You forgo a night with the bridal party. That would have been torture, choosing to stay in with nonna. Grandfather was holed up in his study working. You were barred from helping him tonight. The 3 of you had dinner & watched movies. They've always had rooms for you set up in their homes. A perk of being the favorite granddaughter.

Getting pampered for the wedding ended up being an all-day event. Not going to lie and say you didn't enjoy the spa treatments & having someone do your hair & make-up. Slipping into your gown made you catch your breath. Dare we say it...you look like a princess. That part of you, that lays hidden & buried deep down inside...the little girl who still believed in Prince Charming & Fairy Princesses. The little girl, who had to be as tough & as strong as the boys, which left her lonely growing up, & only in her solitude did she image a day like today. This was her dream come true. In a couple of short hours, you will be Mrs. William Russo.

"Piccola!" Grandfather's deep baritone was accompanied by firm knocks on the door. Your excitement was mirrored on your grandmother's face. You stand & fluff out your dress and nod to her, so she can let her husband in.

"Il mio, bambina." My baby. He kisses you on both cheeks and envelops you in a warm hug. "Beautiful. Almost as beautiful as your grandmother on our wedding day," winking at his wife. You see the love between your grandparents and it makes you hopeful for you and Billy.

"The cars are here. But I was also sent on a mission." He hands you a black leather box wrapped with a gold ribbon. "Your groom, wanted you to have this."

You take the box and go to sit on the bed. It was so sweet of Billy. You dab at your eyes so not to ruin your makeup. You open the card:

My Angel,

Time has really flown by, but it feels like I've known you forever. You were the missing piece to my soul. All this time, I've been walking around with a hole in my heart. I can't wait to watch you conquer the world and for you to show everyone what you are capable of. I'm so honored I'll get to stand by your side as your husband. Maria told me I was responsible for getting you something "new". You've been my Angel & now you'll become my Queen. I hope you like it.

Please get your ass in the car & come here now. I'll be the guy at the end of the aisle with the biggest smile on my face.

I love you.

Billy

He's never said he's loved you until now. Tears roll down your cheeks and you can't help but laugh. You open the box & nestled in satin is a delicate diadem. It's stunning. A tiara will give the finishing touches to a little girls dream of being a princess. Intricately woven along the sides are what you guess to be angel wings. You're his angel & his queen. Grandmother helps you secure the tiara and hugs you.

"Are you ready? Nervous?"

You shake your head, "I'm ready, but not nervous. I can't wait to see him." You laugh. "You and nonno can head out. I'm just going to fix my make up. Damn Billy for making me cry." You hurry back to the bathroom, "I'll be 10 minutes behind you."

*****

She's late. She's late. She's late.

"Women are always late. Maria 10 minutes late for our wedding."

Frankie is trying to make Billy feel better, but his Angel's 30 minutes late. Her grandparents said she was right behind them. "Can you call her?"

Frank steps to the side & calls, but to no answer. "Sorry, man. She didn't pick up." She changed her mind. She didn't want to spend a lifetime with a fucking monster. My mom didn't want me. Why would she?? But then Bill remembers how angry you got over being compared to his mother. You would never stand him up like this. Not in front of all your guests. You would never hurt him like this. Overwhelmed with pending fear of doom that you get at the height of anxiousness. Billy stomach feels like it's going to drop & his heart literally can't race any quicker. He doesn't know how he knows, but he knows, something terrible is going on here. His angel is in danger.

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jokenotfunny · 2 years

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we’re going to summer camp bitches !

convincing the parents -

chapter 2 of we’re going to summer camp bitches!

pt. 1

eddie x fem!reader (reader is canonically hot and everyone loves her, i don’t make the rules 🙇🏾‍♀️)

except yes i do. 😽

future warnings : suggestive language , cursing , blood and gore , heavy flirting , eddie being down bad 🫤, reader being hot , steve being hot , robin being hot , eddie being hot, nancy being hot , look everyone’s just hot okay? and i can’t think of anymore rn 🤨

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hawkins, indiana | monday , june 23, 1986 | 3:56 p.m.

- the henderson house -

“y/n, you have no idea how nice it is to just sit down and hang out with you! i feel like we haven’t really done this since you were at least, 11, when you first started babysitting dusty and the boys!” dustin’s mother beamed at you.

“claudia, you are honestly so right! i’ve just been so busy all the time, you know when i’m not with the kids and stuff.” you said sweetly, finishing the glass of lemonade she handed you.

“oh! sweetheart let me take that for you.” claudia said, about to get up.

“no, no, i’ve got it! you just relax, it seems like you’re always doing everything! i mean when’s the last time you had like, i don’t know, a vacation of sorts!” you inquired, taking her empty glass to the sink as well.

“you’re so sweet dear, really!” she sighed.

to give context, you had been sat at the henderson house for about an hour now, in all honesty you could’ve just asked her when you first got there, or even over the phone! it’s just that you thought it’d be good to check up on her, anyways, so you figured why not kill two birds with one stone.

“actually! speaking of a vacation,” you turned to face her, leaning against the sink. “did dustin tell you that i’m going away at the end of this week?” you asked her.

“oh! no, why? is it something for college?” she inquired.

“no, i’m actually going to be a summer camp counselor this year! i’m shocked he didn’t tell you! being that he wanted to go and all.” you snuck in at the end.

“really? he didn’t say anything about it..” claudia trailed off.

“probably just too nervous to ask you! what with everything that was going on a few months ago…well here’s the flyer! steve and nancy are actually coming too! and two of our other friends.” you said handing it to her.

“the wheeler’s are going? well, i’ll talk to dusty about it when he gets home. tell him that he can start packing and things like that! i’m sure he’ll be real excited.” she beamed.

“so you’ll let him come? oh that’s great! now, i don’t know how the cabin and counselor system will work, but just you know that i’ll keep an eye on him.” you beamed back at her, making her nod.

“oh! it’s already 4?! time just flys by talking to you, huh?” she said getting up, mumbling about preparing for her bridge club meeting, being soon.

“well i’ll get out of your hair then! and could you tell dustin to call me when he gets a chance?” you asked sweetly.

“sure, dear. have a good day!” claudia called out.

“you too!“ you called back, as you walked out of the henderson house, and getting in your car.

~ easiest - hardest to convince list ❥~

1. claudia henderson (dustin’s mom)

2. karen wheeler (mike’s mom)

3. sue & charles sinclair (lucas and erica’s parents)

4. ms. mayfield (max’s mom) you ran into her at the supermarket, earlier that day and were quickly able to convince her, so +1 you !

5. joyce byers (will’s mom)

6. hopper (el’s dad)

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hawkins , indiana | monday , june 23, 1986 | 4:27 p.m.

- the wheeler house -

convicing karen wheeler wasn’t too difficult, being that not only you were going, but nancy and steve as well? great!

now the only real issue was mike. when you originally spoke to the kids about it, not only did mike think you wouldn’t be able to make his mother relent, but he also was pretty adamant on not going, anyways. hence why right now, you were standing in the wheeler’s basement going back and forth with him.

“y/n, i’m not going to your stupid summer camp!” mike groaned as he plopped down on the couch.

“but- you said that if i could convince your mother you’d go!” you complained.

“well, i guess i lied then! besides i need to stay here with el!” he replied, getting off the couch just as quickly as he sat, and started pacing around, just wanting this conversation to be over.

“oh my actual gosh! mike you’re the worst sometimes , you know that?!” you groaned out in frustration, before realizing what he said. “besides, el’s going too!” you slyly added.

“please, you’re trying to tell me that you got hopper to let her go?” he scoffed, crossing his arms, and standing in front of you.

“not yet, but you know i’ll be able to.” you scoffed back, crossing your arms and standing up too.

“it’s too dangerous! why would you want to do that! you want her to get hurt or something?!” he started to yell and- hell no you’re not about to take it.

“okay you know what michael, sit down!” you exclaimed using your “babysitter voice™”

“oh please, i’m not 9 anymore, that’s not gonna work on m-“

“sit!” you yelled.

he dropped himself back on the couch, pouting like a child. well at least he sat 🧍🏾‍♀️

“mike,” you took a deep breath, trying to calm down. “you know me, and you damn well how i am, right?”

he nodded slowly, looking at his lap.

“mike, look at me, i have, and i always will, protect and defend you kids with my life, and you know that.”

he tried to hide his smirk, as he remembered the time that you made one of his bullies in elementary school, piss his pants, after the kid threw his entire lunch tray on him, hurting him in the process. the kid got away with it by the school, because he pleaded and pleaded that “it was an accident!”, and “apologized”.

but when 14 year old you, walked to pick the boys up from school that day, you knew it was no accident. so you made mike, point out the kid who did it, leaving the boys to watch on the sidewalk, as you marched up to him, got in his face calmly whispering something, as the kid looked more and more terrified the more you spoke, before he burst into tears, running up to mike, apologizing profusely, then running away to god knows where. mike always wondered what you said to that kid, but you never told him..

“ha! see, you’re smiling which means, yes! you know that i wouldn’t let anything happen to you guys and i certainly won’t let anything happen to el!” you calmly said sitting in front of him, on the floor.

“fine. if you can convince hopper to let el go, then i’ll go too.” he relented.

“ahh i knew you wanted to go mikeyy.” you teased, getting up. “now give me a hug, now that we’re friends again!” you joked, being that you used to make the boys do that when they were younger and would argue with each other.

“ew, no way! i’m too old for that crap!” he tried getting off the couch, and walking past you, until you pulled him into a hug anyways. he didn’t want you to know that he was actually kinda comforted by being hugged in a non-life-threatening situation for once.

“alright, i won’t torture you anymore. don’t start packing last minute, kid.” you said, letting him go and walking towards the basement stairs.

“you didn’t even convince him yet!” mike yelled out to you, referring to hopper.

“you know i will though!” you called back, saying bye to nancy, who was packing in her room, and mrs. wheeler, mr. wheeler and holly, as you passed them making your way out of the house.

as you settled into your car, and began driving to the sinclair house, your walkie crackled to life, dustin’s voice came through it repeating your name frantically, asking if you were there.

“hey dustin, i copy, what’s up.” you asked, hoping nothing was wrong.

“are you a witch? or an enchantress or something?” he asked incredulously, as he was currently in his room, looking for what he should pack for camp.

“only in dnd.” you joked. “i’m assuming you’ve spoken to your mother then, i told you i could do it.” you chuckled, turning onto the sinclair’s street, and parking in front of their house.

“i just don’t understand how.” he replied.

“yeah, me either.” max said, tuning in as well. “my mom came home from the grocery store, and just told me not to start packing for camp too late, so you’ve definitely got something going on with you y/n/n.” she said sarcastically.

“that was actually a coincidence.” you said honestly. “alright, i’m at lucas and erica’s house now. over and out.”

you hopped out of the car, praying that your charm and credibility as a babysitter, would be enough to convince them.

being that they were still in trouble for what happened in march 🫤

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hawkins, indiana | monday, june 23, 1986 | 5:40 p.m.

back in your car, on the way to the byers house

the sinclair’s were a success ! you’re not sure how you did it! but you did, and that’s all that matters, now going to joyce before hopper was completely on purpose.

see, if joyce says yes, then before you even get to hopper tomorrow (because you’re too tired for any more of this today and you’re sure that convincing joyce may take a little longer than the other parents did.) he’ll already know about it, and you’ll either just have to do a little coaxing or not even have to do anything but deal with his grumbling !

you pull up to the byers house, get out, and knock on the door. thankfully will opens it, already knowing you were coming.

“hey y/n” he greeted you with a hug.

“heyy will, is she busy?” you asked, hugging him back. as you two walked into the house together.

“not really, she’s in a good mood, and she’s watching reruns of cagney and lacey, in the living room.” he said.

“alright, did you tell her about me going?” you asked, as you two peeled around the corner and spied her laughing at something happening on the screen.

“yeah, i even gave her the flyer and everything, but she caught on and just said that she’d need to lay down some ground rules with you, if i really wanted to go.” he winced.

“yeah, your mother’s smart, well! wish me luck kiddo. and maybe even watch and learn.” you whispered, straightening up and walking into the living room.

“hi, joyce, i hope it’s okay that will let me in?” you asked.

“y/n , you have a key. and you know that you’re allowed here anytime.” she replied sweetly, looking at you and patting the spot next to her for you to join her.

as you did, she started talking again.

“so about this summer camp, i’m sure you already convinced the other parents, except hopper, and i really want will to have a normal time for once. so i’ll let him go…” she got straight to the point.

“that’s great! but..” you urged her to say what else was on her mind.

“no buts! he can go.” she said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders, turning her attention back to the t.v.

you were still staring at her, waiting for her to say what she was thinking, and you didn’t wait long because a mere 12 seconds later-

“however-“ she said pausing the t.v. and turning to face you again, making you laugh.

“is there anyway you can work your magic, and make sure he ends up with one of you kids, and not just some random counselor?” she asked, wringing her hands together.

“yeah, i’ll check the list and if so i’ll do something about it.” you nodded.

“great! then i guess i’ll call hopper and tell him about it, you know, make it a little easier on you.” she smiled, turning back to the t.v.

“ohh thanks joyce! you’re a life saver. alright well i’ll see you. have a goodnight!” you told her, giving her a hug and leaving the couch.

as you walked back to the front door, you fist bumped, will and told him not to start packing last minute.

“i don’t get how you do it, but i just hope i’m that good with parents that day.” he joked, walking you to you car.

“yeah, i’m sure you will be, whoever you end up dating’s parents will just love you.” you joked back, getting into your car, and starting your way back home.

~ easiest - hardest to convince ❥~

1. claudia henderson (dustin’s mom)

2. karen wheeler (mike’s mom) 2.5 mike wheeler 😐

3. sue & charles sinclair (lucas and erica’s parents)

4. ms. mayfield (max’s mom)

5. joyce byers (will’s mom)

5.5. hopper (el’s dad) (half crossed off because since joyce said yes, he’ll say yes, but he’ll still be grouchy about it)

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a/n : i was originally going to make it where reader just made mike irritated, saying that if el were to go to camp without him, all the boys there would be lining up, and would get more attention from her than she’s given him in months to make him cave in 😭

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calypsopoet2003 · 8 days

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The Donna Chronicles V:

More Become Donna's Hypnotized Pantyhose Slaves Every Day...

Donna & her family have now been in their new & permanent place for several months... Mike & I both have our Driver's Licenses at this point... In fact, as soon as I passed the test & received mine, I had ended up going straight to Donna's house. I wasn't planning on it, & I wasn't even thinking about it. I just sort of found myself pulling into their driveway, walking straight through their front door, disrobing completely down to the pantyhose I was wearing from the waist down, & I then headed straight to my Hypnotic Pantyhose Mistress downstairs where she had been waiting for me to worship he silky white pantyhosed legs, feet, & toes...

Now that I was licensed & mobile, I was frequently over Donna's house to both see Mike, & to see my Hypnotic Pantyhose Mistress for encounters... She kept me busy, & well stocked in pairs of her silky white pantyhose which were usually hanging from the hook on the back of her bathroom door for me.

I often found myself suddenly just showing up at her house for a variety of reasons, all unbeknownst to me until I was inside & facing whatever Donna had in mind for me. Donna seemed to love playing with me using posthypnotic suggestions, & to be honest I found it to be a major turn-on as well. I almost never knew when I was going to suddenly find myself walking through her door, & dropping into a deep, wonderful hypnotic trance for her...

One day I found myself pulling into her driveway, going right into her house, & disrobing completely down to my silky white pantyhose from the waist down as soon as I got inside. From the front porch to standing in the foyer inside the front door, I had gone from a low level trance I wasn't even aware of being in, to a full-tilt, completely blotto, maximum arousal, deep hypnotic trance for her!

I went robotically downstairs to find Donna "holding court" with several of her son's girlfriends, two previous & one current (Tina, Cheryl, & Kim) who like me were wearing Donna's silky white pantyhose for her, & also like me, were all deeply under Donna's hypnotic spell, & had eyes only for Donna...

I had no choice but to take my place among them, & join in loving & worshiping our Hypnotic Pantyhose Mistress together. There was even quite a bit of worshiping each other, as well. It really didn't suck being Donna's Hypnotized Pantyhose Slave...

I really loved being pulled this way, & that for such attention both paid & received... We all dearly loved Donna, & each other too. We truly lived to serve & obey, & to love & worship our Hypnotic Pantyhose Mistress, & to an extent each other as well...

So many encounters, every one of them lovely, & all enhancing & increasing the love I felt for Donna, & for Donna's other Hypnotized Pantyhose Slaves... But, there was one encounter that Donna pulled off that was completely over the top, & reminiscent of a Christmas Eve at my parents'house some years ago.

Donna had put together a 40th Surprise Birthday Party for my Mom... She, Big Mike, & my Dad took my Mom out for a special celebratory Birthday dinner, & were then bringing her back to Donna's house for a big surprise party with all of my Mom's closest friends & family in attendance...

When they arrived, the surprise went off without a hitch! They ushered her in & she was blown away by everyone who was there for her! After a while, once the party got under way, I noticed that all of the women at the party were now wearing silky white pantyhose under, or with whatever they had been wearing, & were now showing off their silky white pantyhosed feet...

Shortly after that realization I was on my way to the bathroom, & happened upon Donna upstairs... She was sitting in her office, wearing a lovely light blue dress & white pantyhose...

Once she spotted me, she had beckoned me in, & immediately dropped me into a wonderful deep hypnotic trance for her... She had me sit before her & used her silky white pantyhosed feet to deepen the trance to the point where I had completely blacked out. The next thing I was aware of was performing various tasks & chores for Donna in order to keep Mom's party going without a hitch...

As soon as I was a little more with it & seemingly in control of my actions, I noticed that my socks were gone & my white pantyhosed feet were completely exposed for everyone to see. Amazingly enough, no one seemed to be aware of it, except for when I ran into my Aunt Patty, who had come right up to me, & kissed me long & deeply while caressing my silky white pantyhosed feet with one of her own... She then gave me a big smile, asked if I was having a good time, & continued down the hall towards Donna's office...

I realized that I was being compelled to continue on about my evening with my pantyhosed feet exposed, & it seemed like there wasn't anything I could do about it. When I went downstairs to where the main party was, I was astonished to discover that all of the males at the party were padding around in white silky pantyhosed feet as well... None of them seemed to have any awareness of the fact at all. I had no idea how Donna was pulling this off, but it was very much like a certain Christmas Eve at my parents' house a few years ago.

Donna was now bringing my Mom into the main room, who was now wearing a silky white leotard adorning & complementing her beautiful silky white pantyhose...

Everyone at the party started to gather around my Mom & Donna with rapt expressions on their deeply hypnotized faces, as Donna had then commanded everyone's attention, saying...

"...That's right, I want everyone to gather around... You all simply MUST obey me, & come closer as we celebrate Joanne, my dearest friend in the whole world! Though none of you won't remember this next part, Joanne will never forget it, as she has given herself completely to me as my Hypnotized Pantyhose Slave & for her 40th Birthday has chosen to receive First Concubine status, that until now has only been enjoyed by her son... She will forever be mine, as her son will, & for the rest of their lives will love, serve, obey, & worship me above all of my other Hypnotized Pantyhose Slaves..."

I suddenly looked down at myself & was completely shocked to see that I, too was aawearing a silky white leotard over my silky white pantyhose...

I was also suddenly in an extremely aroused state, & barely able to contain myself. Suddenly my body jerkily, almost robotically had started towards our Hypnotic Pantyhose Mistress... I noticed that my Mom was in the throws of the same, or at least similar compulsions as I... We now both found ourselves standing before Donna, & started to both glide ourselves up & down each of her perfect white pantyhosed legs. We continued to literally hump her legs in devotion, unable to stop until the both of us finished climaxing for our Goddess.

The party went on, rather uneventfully considering all that happened until late that night. I was curious as to what all of the guests memories of tonight would be, as well as which of the guests were now going to be permanent members of Donna's Hypnotic Pantyhose Harem...

The next day, I woke up in my silky white pantyhose in my bed at home. I remembered almost everything that happened the night before, but I did have vague flashes of memories that involved me worshiping, & being worshiped by a couple of my Aunts', & one or two other party guests of the Hypnotized Pantyhose Slave variety...

A couple of weeks later I was hanging inside reading a book on a lovely Saturday morning, when my Mom & Donna came home... Wearing leotards & tights, though they were quite a bit different from the ones Donna had my Mom & I wearing at Mom's party. These were a shiny blue with silky tan tights. As they entered the house, they of course removed their shoes as is Donna's way...

They came over to me to say hello, & tell me about the wonderful time at their Aerobics Class, & Donna continued in her distinctive low throaty chuckle...

"...Indeed, we had an amazing time truth be told... I don't think they will ever forget us! I am sure that they don't know what hit them!"

My Mom chimed in...

"... I'm not sure that they will remember us either, considering the shape we left them in..."

Mom handed me a Polaroid she had snapped of the Class's Instructors on their way out, clearly showing that these two truly did have a good time. I wonder if the girls in the photo will have any idea how much of a good time they had with Donna & my Mom...

It didn't take long before I was pretty worked up with both Donna & my Mom acting so silly in their sexy pantyhose... Mom headed off to the kitchen to make some tea for them, & Donna moved in for the attack... Before I knew it, she was kneeling before me, yanking my socks off to expose my hosed toes, & began worshiping MY feet with abandon.

She soon pulled my pants off, lavishing attention up my silky legs, as well as on my engorged pantyhose covered sex... I didn't last long under her sublime ministrations. Then I got to return the favor, worshiping Donna's sexy hosed legs, feet, & toes...

When my Mom came back in with the tea, she put it down on the coffee table, & took over on the other foot from the one I was currently worshiping... We kept going until Donna actually climaxed from our ministrations...

I left the ladies alone with their tea, went to get cleaned up, & continued my reading elsewhere... This was what our life was, & I honestly wouldn't have traded it for any other existence...

Donna & my Mom liked that Aerobics Class so much, they have since gone back, & Donna brought the girls over there into the "Family"...

They do things a little differently over there now, but it's amazing how much Donna's influence has been spreading subtlety, maybe even covertly throughout the community. Every Sunday, there is a "Special" Class that is focused entirely on "Guided Meditation" with Donna...

Apparently, the Class was such a hit, there is now a three month wait to join!

Look for "The Donna Chronicles VI" to Continue Donna's Story of Taking Over Amy's Aerobics Studio & Hypnotized Pantyhose Slavery Shenanigans...

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fluffydavey · 11 months

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oooh for the reassurance stories what about “ i would pretty much trust you with my life. “ or “ i'm not going anywhere. “

reassurance starters || prompts or what about both though 👀

Jack's stretching his tired limbs as he stands in line, listening to Albert sweet talk Wiesel into getting out of paying yet again, when Davey and Les come rushing behind them, late as usual. Gone are the days that Davey tries to explain themselves, instead he just hopes he’s not too late to get shouted at by Wiesel. Still, Jack stays behind to wait for the boys, ignoring the looks Crutchie sends his way as he goes about to start his own selling route with Finch.

This morning Jack hears them before he sees them, and his attention is instantly drawn to the two Jacobs brothers. Normally they’re in good spirits, rushing while chatting away with each other. This time though, something is off between the two. Jack’s had his share of arguing with his own brothers to know that Davey and Les are in the middle of an argument. Which is new. No matter how often Davey plays the big brother card, Les tends to listen, even if he tries to make the ever-patient Davey annoyed by his actions while doing what he's told. This morning is different though.

"Les, you knew this day would come," he hears Davey murmur, in a hurried breath. When he sneaks a quick glance at the two, Les has his arms folded across his chest, sulking. Davey's eyes are fixed on his little brother, his eyebrows furrowed as he speaks.

“You’re just saying that because you’re happy about it!” Les calls out, which suddenly gets the attention of more of the newsies. Still, they know better than to get involved in other people’s business - Crutchie is concentrating extremely hard on counting his papers, while Race is slowly looking for his matches to light his cigar. Both, Jack notices, stay closer to the Jacobs boys than they actually need to be. Jack decides to take the same approach - he doesn't want to get involved in their argument, but they are selling partners of course, so he needs to knows how to prepare himself for dealing with a stroppy ten-year-old.

There’s a tug on his shirt, and when he turns around, Les is frowning up at him. “Les, no," Davey says, using his big brother tone that's used when he thinks Jack can't hear them. He reaches out for his little brother, but like clockwork, Les is too quick for Davey to stop.

"Dad's going back to work!” Les tells him, and Jack turns to Dave for confirmation. Davey sheepishly just nods, and Jack stares at the two, realising they’re waiting for a reaction from him.

“That’s great! Tell your father I’m real happy for him!” he says, thinking he’s walking on fairly steady ground. He would have thought the boys would be thrilled at the news, since their father has made a faster improvement than expected.

“We’re going back to school Jack!” Les continues, clearly not getting the reaction he expected. That’s when it hits him, and all he can think is, fuck.

“Les, you knew this wouldn’t be permanent,” Davey says quietly, and Jack realises that everyone is paying attention now. Crutchie and Race are staring at them, not even bothering to pretend like they’re not eavesdropping. Elmer stops himself just as he’s about to drop money in Wiesel’s metal case, while Henry and Mike are whispering to each other, eyeing Davey up.

Jack’s trying to take this information in - they’ve been selling together all throughout the summer. He’s gotten used to their routine, waiting for the brothers to join them in the morning. Sometimes, Davey would sneak him some extra breakfast his parents had made, which was always a bonus. They’d make their way through the busy Manhattan streets, hawking headlines and taking a break when the sun became too much.

One day in particular, that Jack likes to remember maybe a little too much, they had decided to sit down in Central Park, watching as Les quickly made friends with children his age. He had convinced Davey to lie down on the grass with him, and the two were watching the clouds, laying slightly too close together for it to be casual.

“Do you think they’re the same clouds everywhere else?” he had asked, in between trying to convince Davey that one cloud looked a lot like a cowboy boot. It was mainly to hear Davey laugh, and to his delight, the plan had worked.

"Why, you thinking about the clouds in Santa Fe, cowboy?" Davey had asked, turning his attention to Jack. He remembers how it felt when he had turned to face Davey too, how he had forgotten to breathe by how close they were - struck by Davey's hazel eyes staring back at him, and how beautiful the other boy had looked.

"Nah, I got everything I need right here," he had answered truthfully, forcing himself to look away before he did something very, very stupid in public.

He thinks of that moment, and how they'll never have one like that again. Because Davey's going back to school, and he'll forget Jack ever existed. How could he compare to the people Davey goes to school with? Davey's never actually spoken about his classmates, but he imagines a group of intelligent, well-spoken and important boys just like Davey.

Jack's never going to get to share moments like those in the park with him again.

"Jack!" Davey says, sounding annoyed this time, and Jack realises he's been in his own world for some time now. "I said, I got your papes. Come on."

They go on their usual route, but no one is talking. Davey tries, but he soon gives up, focusing on the task at hand instead. Les is angry, and Jack is - well, he doesn't know how to actually describe how he feels. It isn't until Les finds a group of well-off people standing by a market, that Davey elbows Jack. "Come on, tell me what's going on in that mind of yours."

He thinks he could lie, he could say that there are other things on his mind. He could pretend he's sick, or he's worried about one of the other boys. But when he looks at the concerned look on Davey's face, he feels the walls he wants to build start to shatter before he can even do anything about it. "You're leaving."

"We'll still be out selling with you at the weekends," Davey says, which actually does help a little, but still, it's still not the same. "Maybe the evenings too. Just in case, you know?"

So he'll still get Davey every day. For now. "That doesn't mean things won't change." God, he sounds so stupid. He wishes he could shut up, pretend that nothing's bothered him. "But I did mean it, I'm glad your dad's better."

"Jackie, I'm not going anywhere," Davey smiles, and Jack watches him suspiciously. He doesn't know that for sure - anything can happen once Davey goes back to his normal life. But, he doesn't owe Jack that promise. Davey takes a look at Les, who has an even larger group of people eating out of the palm of his hand. "Come here, one minute."

He lets Davey blindly lead him down an alleyway, one close by so Davey can still peek his head around to check on his brother. "I didn't want to make this a huge thing, because it isn't, trust me. I'm not exactly thrilled about the idea, truth be told."

"But I thought you missed school," he says, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

"I'll miss being with you even more," Davey says, without missing a beat. Jack feels dizzy at the confession, and can't help but smile at Davey's words. He's not used to people saying things like that to him, especially someone like Davey.

"Can I do something stupid?" he asks, without thinking. He nearly takes it back and tries to think of something else, but Davey's already nodding at him.

"I would pretty much trust you with my life," he says, smiling softly at Jack. "Nothing you do is stupid to me."

The floodgates are well and truly opened at this point, and Jack just thinks, fuck it. He's wasted too much time already, especially when Davey's going to be leaving him (not permanently, he has to remind himself).

His hands reach Davey's face, one warm palm cups his cheek while the other drapes over the back of his neck, pulling him down as Jack stands on his tiptoes to meet him halfway. Jack brushes their noses together before their lips meet for the first time. It’s soft, full of gentle wanting and contentment, and Jack sinks into the kiss, wanting to hide in it forever.

When they pull apart, Jack can't stop the smile on his lips. He hears the sound of Davey's laughter, and he thinks they'll be okay. School or not, they've still got each other's backs. "If going back to school was what it took to make you kiss me, I should have gone back a long time ago."

"You can't say that to me just before I have to share you with people I don't even know," he pouts, as Davey wraps his arms around Jack's neck, pulling him impossibly close.

"Don't you worry Jack," he says, leaning to press a kiss on Jack's forehead. "I'm all yours."

#my writing #jack kelly #davey jacobs #me to me the entire time writing this: don't hurt The Boy #don't mention his bad time in school #still can't write an endingggg #one day!!

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Akefidbwidb sorry I want to yap about my kuzuhina aus they're in my head a bit too much(literally I got notes for them and others) I adore them and

So hajime is a barista and fuyuhiko comes in the bar daily bc why not it gotten to the point where hajime is excited to see fuyuhiko everyday and when he isn't he gets pretty disappointed when he does they talk half of the time and fuyuhiko takes him home when he feels like it

Fuyuhiko is a phantom thief and steals stuff for "reasons" and of course the police is hajime one day when fuyuhiko was about to steal something hajime caught him but fuyuhiko seduced him cause he can do that yk and hajime keeps trying to catch fuyuhiko but fails miserably however one day fuyuhiko came to hajime and hajime was ready to catch him until fuyuhiko gave him a necklace he stole "I grown to like you y'know?" And just flees

Hajime is an artist who wants a muse since he's dad was a muse half of his life and people got inspiration from him and hajime finds a beautiful man, fuyuhiko kuzuryu, hajime attempt asking him but would fail because fuyuhiko is always busy with other people but eventually fuyuhiko agrees and man hajime can't stop staring at him because fuyuhiko is so beautiful?! And plus fuyuhiko thinks he's pretty as well

So hajime was a regular boy until he found a bottle with golden glitter and when he opened it there was a wish maker which was fuyuhiko he had 15 wishes and a few months pasted and hajime was going to have prom and fuyuhiko was his plus one,hajime realize that he was in love with him and wished to let fuyuhiko be with him forever but he can't do that sadly so...he needs to figure something else

Kanamafu situation if you don't know kanamafu is a fanon ship between kanade yoisaki and mafuyu asahina they're in the music circle "25-ji Nightcord de" from pjsk and kanade wants to save mafuyu and kanade had grief because she believed her father's condition was because of her since mafuyu is emotionless and can't feel that much and mafuyu has family issues I don't really know how to describe them tbh but I do know that kanade wants to save mafuyu with her music mafuyu is emotionless and she forces a smile kanade knows she's hurting inside but at one point mafuyu leaves(?) her mom and moves in with kanade and they're whole relationship is still progressing for now now imagine that as kuzuhina

So fuyuhiko is a misunderstood wizard by the villagers they think he's magic is "evil" but really he's doing it to make people happy but in the end he isolates himself from people hajime was dared to go to the cabern fuyuhiko lives in he sees him and hajime actually stays and see him do his magic which makes fuyuhiko happy and hajimes friends mike and Athena thought he was dead and tried saving him but he was okay of course hajime sneaks out to see fuyuhiko without no one knowing

Fuyuhiko and hajime are dolls and figurines in a shop they can talk to each other but not to the shop owner who was makoto yep sometimes kids come in the shop makoto actually has a kid who comes in to play with them time to time the kid makes the two kiss for fun

Hajime was a curse due to a punishment made by some yokai god or sum and he was to be with a yokai all his life now the yokai was of course fuyuhiko and fuyuhiko annoys him literally every day but hajime was able to tolerate him because fuyuhiko was actually nicer then he expected and they share a bed (they probably cuddle)

"can a dragon and a raven reproduce?" Ibuki asked so I got a fantasy au which is like a little series my head been producing and the school hope's peak academy is turned into Fantajī hope academy and the characters turn into mythical creatures or fantasy creatures like ibuki is a banshi kazuichi is a shark makoto is the son of a moon god and fuyuhiko is a dragon whose the son of the dragon king(natsumi is a wyvern since they're mom is a wyvern)and hajime is a raven just a common one hajime and fuyuhiko are Inlove and they already have a establish relationship however fuyuhiko disappear after summer so hajime and the gang try saving him in a city where fuyuhiko was born :)

Sorry I was yapping about my kuzuhina aus lol I really need to share it with someone

Wow, that's a lot of AUs. You have a lot of fun ideas! Don't be sorry, I love hearing other people's ideas ❤️

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