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humanoidalien27 · 1 year

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The last chapter 😭 I can't believe it's finished. It's also the longest chapter. (I didn't feel like splitting it up. 😂)

Content warning: fluff and goofing off, please enjoy

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Chapter 17

A fresh start

Summer passed by quickly. Fig couldn't stay long, he was only there a few days before he got a bit restless and went back to his professor duties, not that he didn't send owls every once in a while.

Elizabeth, after giving names on the dark wizards she knew was guilty of the unforgivable curses, along side proof and names, was given a pardon. Not that they didn't threaten they'd watch her closely.

It turned out Sara was in fact a squib, but Elizabeth was friends with her sister before her parents decided she wasn't pureblood enough.

Sara admitted to having been shocked to receive Elizabeth's letter, but quickly found you before anything could happen.

Your wizard father was put in Azkaban, probably near Ominis's parent's cell. And though the rest of the Gaunts we're furious about the fact that Ominis was involved in the capture, they didn't retaliate and merely informed him that they don't consider him family anymore.

Not that it bothered him, he could live his life without them. Having the imagined protection of the Ministry and Hogwart's teachers had it's benefits.

The Sallow twins grew closer than you'd ever seen, Anne looked as healthy as Sebastian and though she did still miss her uncle at times, she couldn't forgive him for what he put her brother through.

They were finally getting back to how they used to be, you could tell by the way Sebastian and Ominis smiled.

There were a couple times when you felt like a fourth wheel and stepped back to let them have their time, but as if sensing your mood shift, Ominis would always bring you back into it or move closer to tell you embarrassing stories about them until they'd over hear and scold him.

The relationship between you and Ominis only grew stronger as the summer went on, even if he was embarrassed often by Sebastian teasing you two about it.

Anne squeaked happily, pulling you out of your daydream, as she practically raced through Diagon Alley with Sebastian in tow.

"They're going to be up to no good before we even reach the school gates," Ominis mumbled from beside you.

"At least they keep it interesting," you replied, bumping his shoulder with yours.

"Too interesting sometimes."

"Oh, my goodness they're cute!" Your mom said moving to the animal shop after giving you and Ominis a heart attack.

Elizabeth chuckled as she moved over to keep her from buying all of the animals she saw.

"So, did you get everything you needed for this year?" You asked, already pulling your list from your pocket to check it again.

"Yes, I managed to grab everything while Sebastian and Anne dragged me around as if we haven't been here a hundred times."

Smiling, you glanced his way, seeing him focusing like he was trying to find them in the large crowd.

"They went into the joke shop," you mentioned, earning a heavy sigh.

"I swear, I'm going to need to tie them to something," he mumbled, getting you to laugh.

"Tie bells to them so they sound like reindeer as they run."

He snickered, before his hand slipped into yours, pulling you further into the crowd.

"Where are we going?"

He didn't answer, too busy keeping from colliding into people, at least until we ended up finding Professor Fig.

"Ah, I thought that was you," Ominis teased as Fig chuckled.

"Just getting some last minute things before the start of term," he mentioned, smiling at both of you. "Anything I should know about?"

Nodding you motioned behind you. "I'd avoid Sebastian and Anne, they're in Zonko's and who knows what they have up their sleeves now."

He hummed in thought for a second, before he nodded. "An excellent idea, though I am in a little rush, but it was good to see you both."

You cocked your head as he moved passed you. "Do you get the feeling that everyone is purposely avoiding us?"

Shaking his head, he turned towards you. "I'm sure they're just busy and excited. It's only a few days before we go back to Hogwarts."

Settling for that being the reason, you smiled. "Anne was pretty enthusiastic to be in her robes again, she went to sleep smiling."

Ominis chuckled. "She does know she has extensive exams because she missed them last year."

"Ah, let her enjoy it before you crush her with homework," you teased, squeezing his hand.

"For Merlin's sake, it's like you're married and talking about your child."

You looked over seeing Sebastian staring at you two in disbelief as Anne whacked him on the shoulder. "Forgive my bone-headed brother, he's never had a girlfriend and doesn't understand the concept."

"I beg your pardon, I've had girlfriends before."

Ominis's brows bunched. "I'm quite sure your longest lasting relationship, outside of the three of us, is with Madam Scribner."

You and Anne completely lost it as Sebastian pouted for a second before pulling Ominis away, complaining about how he was supposed to be on his side.

"Man, that was a good one," you whispered, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye.

"You rubbed off on him," she teased, before she looped an arm through yours and began down the street.

"I'm pretty sure he's had that before I came into the picture, but I'm more concerned about what you and Sebastian are planning."

She fixed her expression to look innocent. "We're not planning anything, we're just getting a few things to make life at school interesting."

Snickering, you nodded. "You two are going to get enough detentions that you'll still be there long after you graduate, aren't you?"

She grinned, unabashed. "The two of us? You and Ominis are part of this too. I mean, it's not going to be as eventful as your last year, but we'll make do."

Laughing, she bumped into you playfully. "I never really thanked you for watching out for the both of them. You and Ominis are practically tied at the hip lately." She was satisfied with you blushing, so she pressed on. "I don't know where'd Sebastian and I would be if you hadn't found out the truth and convinced me to come back. So, thank you. And for taking that curse out also. I think Sebastian and I would be dead right now if it wasn't for you."

"No, you two are stronger and smarter than you think. I'm sure Sebastian would have found another way to help you."

She smiled as she patted my wrist. "Seeing as you're not going to accept my compliments," she said, narrowing her eyes teasingly. "Just know that we really do appreciate what you've done for us."

"Well, to be fair. If it wasn't for either of them, I'm pretty sure things would have ended up differently too."

She smiled as our attention was drawn to the chaos of the crowd, just staring as people went by.

Getting all of your things together was your top priority. You didn't want to lose anything or leave it behind.

"Hey," Sebastian called, poking his head into the room. "Your moms want you for a second."

He left before you could answer, so you stood up and headed to the kitchen after putting your folded robes in the trunk.

Your moms weren't to be found, instead, Ominis was in the kitchen.

"Do you happen to know where my moms are? Sebastian said they were looking for me."

He smiled as he moved closer. It took you a moment to register the cloth in his hand.

"What are you doing?" You asked as he moved to stand in front of you.

"It's a surprise," he answered, while his fingers brushed over your skin to find your temples, the last thing you saw was a peaceful expression on his face. "My job is to make sure the surprise isn't ruined as I bring you there."

He carefully tied the blindfold, forcing your body to use your other senses to track him.

The soft sound of his clothes as he moved or the light tap of his shoes as he shifted.

It all drowned out instantly as his fingers dragged along the back of your jaw bone, shooting tingles over your skin.

You weren't quite sure what he was doing, but it had your heart racing, something he felt as his pinky rested against your pulse.

He chuckled, sending a puff of air over your lips, which didn't help calm your mind or heart.

When his lips pressed into yours, it felt stronger than it had the first time, maybe because you were blindfolded?

"Happy early birthday," he whispered softly, still close enough to cascade breath over your skin.

You stood dumbfounded as he pulled back and trailed his hands down your arm to grab yours. Signaling he was ready to lead you wherever you were going.

You can't believe you forgot your own birthday. You knew it was on the first day of term, but you'd been so wrapped up in how excited Anne and Sebastian were, that you didn't even think about what else it was.

"Now, this gives a new meaning to the blind leading the blind," you teased, hoping to hide that you forgot it, getting a laugh.

"There's no need to be nervous, I won't let you walk into a wall."

You found it hard to believe him when he sounded way too amused at the idea.

As soon as you felt him tug your hand, you immediately grabbed onto his with your other as he snickered.

He lead you outside, making sure you were careful going down the stairs and through some kind of fabric curtains, before you could hear a bunch of people shifting around nearby.

Ominis let go of your hand, moving behind you to untie your blindfold.

You had to blink to adjust to the light, but once you did, you saw a large tent full of your Hogwarts friends, Deek, Professors Fig, Weasley, Garlick, Hecat and Ronen. The words Happy birthday were hanging like lights as everyone held their wands up to form them and in the center was a cake in the shape of an old pocket watch your dad used to have, which you hadn't seen in years.

"Happy birthday!" Everyone cheered, though Professor Weasley added a bit about making this year less adventurous than the last.

Imelda snickered, but said nothing as the letters popped like fireworks and ended up dusting the cake with rainbow sprinkles, which would turn colors every so often.

"You completely forgot about your birthday, didn't you?" Your mom asked, smiling as she hugged you from the side.

"A little," you admitted, getting a few laughs, before Everett started making a ruckus about the broom races.

"It definitely feels like Hogwarts," you laughed as Imelda was red in the face.

Once things began to wind down, most of the students left with their families, leaving you, Ominis, the Sallow twins, your moms and Fig.

"You never told me the day the dragon attacked was your birthday."

You smiled as you propped your aching feet up on the legs of the table. "Going to Hogwarts was always something I dreamt about, so that letter was the best present I could have asked for."

"What a way to soil the day though," Anne whispered. "Is that why you've sort of adopted Professor Fig as a father figure?"

You glared as Fig's eyes widened, though there was a small smile as you threw some wrapping paper at her. "I told you that in confidence."

"She's worse than Sebastian with secrets, unless they're her own."

That earned him the wrapping paper to the chest, but he merely laughed.

"Noted."

She shrugged as Sebastian gave her a playful push.

"We have one more present for you," your mom said walking over with Elizabeth following. "It's from both of us."

You carefully opened it as you heard something rattling inside.

You tipped the box over your hand and our slipped the pocket watch, making you try to hold back tears as your eyes snapped to your moms.

"Elizabeth found it after I mentioned it a few weeks ago. I know David would want you to have it."

"David?" Ominis asked.

You nodded, knowing he wouldn't be able to see it. "My dad."

His brows pinched when he heard you trying to hold back tears.

"They're happy tears Ominis," Anne informed quickly.

He still scooted close and rested his hand against your back.

"Thank you," you choked out, clasping the watch between your hands. "This is...more than I could ask for."

Your moms' smiled as they squished you into a hug while you accidentally dampened their hair.

"Making the birthday girl cry," Sebastian teased, getting whacked by his sister. "What?"

"Oh shush."

Your moms' pulled back, both smiling sadly as you wiped at your eyes with the back of your hands.

"You okay?" Ominis asked, rubbing your back gently.

"Yeah, I didn't think I was going to see this ever again."

You slipped it into your pocket so you wouldn't lose it as Sara looked to Professor Fig. "Are you staying the night?"

"It was my hope to bring them to school properly this time, without any dragons."

Everyone chuckled as you cleared away the remaining streaks from your cheeks.

"That sounds lovely," Elizabeth smiled. "You're welcome to stay."

"That's kind of you, thank you."

Sara clapped, drawing everyone's attention. "Okay, time to clean up. I'll wash the dishes, twins can you bring them in?" They nodded, already standing. "Elizabeth, will you ready Eleazar's room?"

"And me?" Ominis asked after a moment of silence.

"You're distracting the birthday girl so she doesn't try to help," Anne replied gathering dishes.

They moved from the tent as your eyes turned to Ominis. "You were saddled with babysitting."

He chuckled, shaking his head as he moved his arm over the back of your chair while leaning in.

"How are you doing?"

Smiling while resting your head against his temple carefully, calmed the burning emotions inside. "I'm fine Ominis. It's been a wonderful night."

"I'm glad, we were trying very hard to keep the preparations from you. Knowing how curious you are, we had to get creative."

Chuckling, you squeezed his hand. You had noticed they were acting strange in town, but you weren't going to tell him that.

After a few moments, you felt him press into your head further.

"You're falling asleep, aren't you?"

"No," he replied, though it came out in a low whisper.

Chuckling, you pulled back, making him almost fall into you completely. "Come on, I don't think I'll be able to carry you."

Figuring you were right, he stood up, stifling a yawn with the back of his hand.

You two earned a few snickers as you passed the twins, not that they would say anything out loud and you were too tired to care.

The both of you started to get ready for bed, though once he'd brushed his teeth he left the bathroom to change his clothes, while you quickly showered and changed into your night clothes.

When you walked out into the room, seeing he was sitting in the chair beside the bed, but asleep.

Shaking your head, you moved over and gently shook his shoulder.

"I'm awake," he mumbled, softly sighing, but didn't move to get up.

You tugged on his wrist, but he still didn't budge.

Smirking, you tried to pull him up to his feet, but without help he just ended up flopping against the cushions.

He mumbled out a complaint as he sat up again.

If you could just get him into the bed, you could inform the twins and switch rooms.

This time, when you pulled his arm, he stood up.

You pulled the blankets back, before you sat him down on the bed.

He mumbled something about not needing help as he laid down, but you still pulled the blankets over him and set his wand on the nightstand.

Hearing him sigh as he settled in made you smile, before you shut the light off and headed from the room, running into the twins as you closed the door.

"Put him to bed?" Sebastian asked.

"He didn't even notice he fell asleep in the wrong room," you admitted, scratching your arm awkwardly. "We might have to switch rooms tonight."

"Nuh uh, I just got my pillow the way I like it," Sebastian remarked giving an exaggerated level of sass before heading off to his room.

"He's impossible."

Anne clapped you on the shoulder. "Yes, but we can get revenge on him later." She moved to head after him. "Goodnight."

Realizing they were leaving you to return to share a bed with Ominis, made your heart race at the mere thought.

"Even if I can't, I can sleep on the couch or the floor," you rationalize as you moved opened the door as carefully as possible.

You stood, paced and fretted at the foot of the bed, trying to think of pros and cons of this idea.

You wouldn't mind sharing a bed with him, but when he woke up, would he be upset? Or what if your parents found you? It wouldn't look as innocent as it was.

"Sebastian, can you stop pacing and go to sleep?"

You froze mid-step, looking his way. You didn't realize you were waking him up.

Sighing, your curiosity won and you climbed under the blankets. Even if you kept to the edge, you could feel the dip in the bed and you couldn't seem to trick yourself into believing it was Anne.

Just when you were about to tell yourself you were about to try sleeping on the couch, Ominis rolled over against your back, with his arm going over your side.

Worried you'd breath too loud and wake him, you tried to silence it only to feel like you were suffocating.

His arm tightened as you inhaled sharply.

You had no idea how he couldn't hear your heart practically exploding or slept with a face full of your hair, but if he did this to Sebastian before, he was probably used to it.

Your nerves sent butterflies to go crazy in your chest as you could hear his shallow breathing nearly beside your ear.

It didn't take long before the sound pulled you into a peaceful rest.

As you opened your eyes, the sun burnt at them, forcing you to close them for a second before shielding them, seeing the spot beside you was empty.

Yawning, you sat up and moved to go to the bathroom.

Your mind had forgotten about sharing a bed as your excitement to be heading back to school pushed to the forefront.

You practically danced into the kitchen seeing Anne and Sebastian already at the table.

"Morning," you called, moving to the table.

"Morning," Anne replied, sounding amused which made you look up seeing Sebastian staring at you.

"There's nothing on my face Sebastian, I already looked in the mirror."

He looked unperturbed by your annoyance, but perhaps he was used to your back and forth.

"You're as beautiful on the outside as you are inside," he whispered, still wide eyed.

You froze, before you looked to Anne who was also staring at him. Curious, you reach over and took his cup, sniffing it for any signs of spiking, but it smelt like tea. "Well, you're not drunk, but Ominis will be upset you took some of his tea."

Anne snickered, moving her hand to cover her mouth.

"What?"

She shook her head as you glanced back at Sebastian, who was still staring.

"What's the matter with you this morning?"

It was making you very uncomfortable, he knew you were with Ominis and this was only making things weird.

He blinked as if finally realizing what he was doing and cleared his throat about to explain, but laughter erupted from behind you, getting you to look over, startling as you saw Sebastian.

"Man, your face was priceless," he laughed as he walked over and sat beside Anne, after pointing at a strategically placed mirror.

Your eyes danced between both Sebastians' until the answer came to you.

Polyjuice potion.

"Ominis?" Seeing Sebastian look at you the way he did, made you uneasy. "I'm not kissing you while you look like that."

"Hey, what's wrong with my face?" Sebastian asked with a piece of toast stuffed against his cheek so he could talk.

"Everything," you fired back, earning a flat glance before he rolled his eyes. "So, why'd you polyjuice yourself?"

"It was my idea actually," Sebastian said quickly. "He kept asking me what you looked like and he wouldn't take a Mongrel for an answer."

"You've been cooking a polyjuice potion for a month here?"

He shrugged like it was no big deal. "Why do you think I was persistent you didn't sleep in our room last night? It also gave Ominis butterflies when he found out he slept in the same room as you."

Immediately, Ominis blushed and glared at his doppelganger.

Ignoring Sebastian, you looked at Ominis. "How long ago did you drink that stuff?"

"It should wear off in the next forty minutes," he admitted, his eyes dancing over your features as if trying to commit them to memory.

You glanced between the three of them and shook your head. "Now you're triplets."

Anne laughed. "One Sebastian is enough. I doubt we could handle two."

You nodded as Sebastian tossed a piece of crust at his sister.

She snickered as she looked between us with mischief in her face. "You know what we should do once we get back to Hogwarts?" She paused for effect. "We should try becoming animagi."

The real Sebastian's face lit up as you and Ominis locked gazes, though you smiled. "It definitely feels like this year is going to be as eventful as the last."

"We try to live up to expectations," Anne teased as you heard your parents heading out of their room, with Professor Fig's voice mingling in.

"Well, something to look forward to," you whispered, getting Ominis to sigh playfully dramatic, but nod before anyone could see.

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Link to the master post, here. This story is called the Pureblood Muggle.

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #fanfiction #ominis x oc #ominis x reader #anne sallow #eleazar fig #finished fanfic #professor fig

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genavere · 1 year

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Former Arrangements - Chapter 22 - THE FINAL CHAPTER!

“You’ve never been weak, Lucy,” he whispered in a hoarse tone. “Not once.” His lips captured hers again in a softer, lingering kiss. When they parted again, their foreheads pressed together. A hush fell between them, broken only by their ragged gasps of air. Warm fingers caressed her face, neck and shoulders. A thumb brushed over swollen lips. Shimmering chocolate orbs opened slowly to catch his.

Last chapter? LAST CHAPTER!? Alas, this IS the last chapter! And boy oh boy, what a last chapter this is! I have a favorite part that is hopefully pretty obvious.

This chapter is pretty much entirely dedicated to Natsu and Lucy finally having some time together and discussing important life decisions together. Stuff that I needed to get out after everything that happened and settle other issues through the story.

Thank you everyone who has stuck with me, left reviews, kudos, hearts, and reblogs. This has been an exciting journey, and one that I hope everyone else enjoyed, as well!

After this, I will be taking a little break from writing to get caught up on some reading, personal tasks, and figuring out what will be the next piece to work on. Hopefully when the next project comes out, you can all join me for that!

Once more, thank you everyone who read this little passion project of mine and following the adventure that started out simple enough and evolved as it went. And thank you to my discord group who urged me on and helped me hash out ideas while I worked on this. It all meant so much to me, and I am glad I found a good server to join!

Until the next adventure! 🥰

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therealpontius · 1 year

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The mad man and the monster

Alex story (dom) x doyle/paul (dom) x reader (sub)

Plot: you got caught breaking the rules…

Warnings: threesome/bdsm/hard dom(s)/cursing/upsetting themes/blindfold/overstimulation/candle play/blood/talk about guns

Recently your patience had grown thin with alex whole "dont masterbate whilst im not there" rule and you decided that u were going to rebel against it for once in your life.

It was a late Thursday night, you decided to join alex on his tour for Doyle. Some nights u would stand behind stage saying "thats my boyfriend" to every soundcheck man because of how proud you were. But other nights u lay in the hotel room on your phone.

It was now on just over a month of not masterbating and it was starting to get on your nerves, yeah you had waited three months before but thats when you were as obedient as a dog willing to do tricks just for a treat.

"Fuck it, hows he gunna know?" You mumble to yourself, zipping down your fly and opening up twitter. You felt a tinge of excitement rebelling against him. As you watched the man relentlessly pound into the woman you closed your eyes in pleasure imagining it was alex fucking you, instead you lay on the bed, desperately playing with your clit for the thrill you missed so bad. "Fuck..." you winced feeling your high coming, breathing becoming shaky and eyes screwing shut. "Fu-"

*creak*

"Hey darlin" your head shot up to see a stressed out looking alex standing at the door, expression turning more angrier by the second "what the fuck!" "Alex baby i can explain!" You desperately tried to cover for yourself, zipping your fly up and jumping off the bed towards him. "I fuckin told you no masterbating till the tour stops" he growled, blue eyes staring daggers into you. "Its not that easy though, i mis-" "thats it, get on the bed" he said dramaticly, heading towards his bag which he began to zip open "wha-" "just do what i fucking say! And strip, quick"

the clothes you were wearing were quickly ripped off by your own hands for once.

Alex headed towards you and shoved you onto the bed so you were face down on mattress "i told you, very specifically. Not to touch yourself untill tours done" you winced as he began tying a knot with rope around your hands behind your back. "And you cant even fucking do that, we had ONE month left" he reached back into his bag. "You managed three months last time..." "alex baby im-" your talking was mumbled by the ball gag he shoved over your mouth, tightening it at the back.

"Is this okay? I can stop." You nod eagerly, yeah you were upset that he was angry at you and upset with yourself for breaking the rules but god punishments were fun. "Good girl, now what if someone else was here?" What the fuck? A theesome? You and alex spoke alot about having them and having one right now doesnt sound too bad... once again, another eager nod left your head. Not long after he put a blind fold on you and noise proof headphones.

You could no longer feel his touch or the warmth of his body around you, suggesting he had gone. You scooted onto your knees while you could, wondering to yourself who the fuck the other person could be. Probably brandon to be honest.

Suddenly you felt someone crawl behind you on the bed. Their arms came down, around the bottom of your waist. You could tell it was alex with the feeling of his scars.with a quick move he pushed you over so your ass was in the air. You felt another body crawl onto the bed infront of you, their huge hand softly lifted your head up. Fingers rough and stone like.

Behind you alex started moving his hard dick along your folds, your arms straining against the rope and muffled whines. The man infront continued to softly play with your cheeks and scalp as if to calm you. Quickly alex thrusted into you and the man infront hoisted you up by your neck to give alex a better angle. The headphones worked surprisingly well, all you could hear was the moans that were practically killing to let out.

Alex had began sucking on your neck, his small but fast thrusts continued. The other started playing with your nipples, still holding you up by the neck. Both equally making your legs shake. You let out a gutteral moan that wasnt even intentional as the ball gag was removed, leaving spit to run down your chin but that quickly went away when the man infront of you licked it up. Alex kept his pace, pushing you down by your back. You could feel your orgasm coming FAST since you hadnt finished earlier, moans fell out your mouth without care or meaning but were cut off harshly by the random guys dick being shoved down your throat. He was HUGE, bigger than you had ever felt so you couldnt help but gag. He continued to shove his dick down your throat, both going in and out at the same time. Eventually you gave in, pulsing around alex and moaning around the other, the vibrations and clenching making both of their dicks pulse.

Your headphones were removed, all you could hear was skin slapping and two men grunting. Next it was your blind fold and you were met with doyle, shoving your nose to his belly (or atleast trying) with a evil smile on his face. "Suprise!" He said in his new jersey accent. Your eyes opened up in shock, doyle was a really private person and had been described as 'shy' on many occasions. "Okay bud ill go sit at the side" "thanks man" doyle pulled you off him leaving you gasping for air while alex grabbed your hair, picking up his pace. Overstimulation was the making everything fuzzy and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"You like this baby? You like when i make your feel so overstimulated you cant even remember your own name?" Alex spoke into your ear, a small nod is all you were able to give "good girl, say thankyou to paul for helping me" you let out a moan feeling alex's dick hit that one spot that drives you insane. "Say thankyou, slut. He didnt have do be here" you shakily raise your head to look at the hulk like man. He sat, slowly stroking himself on the chair that stood across from the bed. "Thankyou doyle" you struggle out, eyelids heavy and arms sore from the ropes that still held them together. "My pleasure". Your boyfriends thrusts became sloppy and he started to twitch, you smiled knowing that you wouldnt be embarrassed infront of the guitarist much longer.

"Fuck im gunna cum darlin" overstimulation was turning back into pleasure, giving you back the ability to talk properly. Suddenly you felt warm liquid drip onto your back and alex grunting, you turn back to see him cutting his chest again. He lay down on you now, whimpering like a mad man. With one last powerful thrust he came inside you, he didnt wait for long though. He got up only seconds after and doyle stood up too, walking over to you while alex took a seat on the chair.

“Do whatever you want just ask her if its alright before hand" alex instructed, doyle nodding in response. HIM TOO? You felt his eyes drag over your used body, covered in sweat and blood "im going to tie your arms differently, is that okay?" "Yeah sure..." you glanced up at alex in embarrassment, he gave you a smile and a small laugh. Doyle undid the ropes, freeing your arms and letting you move them around abit. Effortlessly he flipped you round so you were on your back looking up at him before retying your arms to the bed frame at the bottom of the bed and positioning himself in between your legs. He hadnt gotten the chance to take his makeup or devil lock out so he looked even more intimidating than he does without it all. Slowly he dragged his tip up to your clit, moving it around in circles to start himself off.

You couldnt lie to yourself and say you werent terrified of his dick, it was atleast 8-9 inches. A literal meat bat.

“You ready?” His eyes catch you, you nod to him and smile incase he was nervous. He looked down at his dick while he was lining it up with your hole “words, you have them right?” Damn maybe he isnt nervous “y- OH FUCK” his hips slammed into yours and with no effort at all he slotted his arms under your thighs, lifting your legs up to his shoulders. “Good girl” he praised, his dick hitting a spot you didnt even know existed, bringing you to heaven. Repeatedly he slammed into you while you screamed in pain and pleasure. “Can i?” Doyle said to alex, you couldnt think straight enough to even care what he was saying. With what your assuming was a nod by alex doyle reaches his arm over to the candle that had been burning out for a good few hours now. “This okay?” He now asks you, still slamming into you yet talking like he usually done.

You had never experienced with candles before but didnt hate the idea, its not as if you weren’t already in pain.

“Go ahead..” you struggled. He sped up significantly faster while pouring the hot liquid on you slowly. “Good girl, taking me so well” this was a surprise since you were barley holding it together, feeling like you might tear by the seams at any second. The hot wax reached your breasts now making you whine even more. He coated you from your belly button all the way up to your neck till there was none left, putting it back on the side table. The knot in your stomach came back again, you tugged your arms desperately wanting to grab onto something. Doyle thought it made you uncomfy so instantly untied them, you looked up at him in confusion “you looked uncomfy” then, yet again, like it was nothing. He picked you up, headed to the nearest wall and held you up by your thighs. This gave him a new angle to pound you and he took it as he pleased, moaning like a monster.

You came round him minutes ago now but he probably didnt notice due to how fast he was going. You just wrapped your arms around him and clawed his back in exhaustion, in your own way, begging him to stop rearranging your guts.

His muscles started straining and his moans became more gutteral “im gunna cum” he mumbled ‘THANK GOD’ you thought, you could already feel the pain you would as soon as he pulled out. And after a few excruciating long minutes he finished inside of you, mixing his and alex’s cum together.

Carefully he lay you down on the bed and pulled out of you. Both the men stood above you observing your sweaty body that was covered in blood, burned by candle wax and had cum spilling out of it “thanks man” alex spoke, the pain you felt was one you had never felt before. “No bother, that was pretty great thanks for talking me into it” “no problem ill know who to call next time then” “ill let you look after her, see ya” doyle took his clothes and shoved them on while walking out the hotel room.

“Wait there babe ill run you a bath” you lay in exhaustion, everywhere pulsing and sore. You prayed hed never call doyle for this sorta shit ever again.

After helping you into the bathroom alex sat you down in the bath, you hadnt spoken or even opened your eyes properly. “Im not happy about earlier, but you really took your punishment well” a loose smile crept up your face “you okay honey?”. You looked at him with a straight face “am i okay? Did you see the size of his fucking cock?” Alex began laughing, lying back on the bathroom floor “man when i saw it i got the fright of my life” “YOU DID? He rearranged my fuckin insides” you laughed along “cmere, scootch closer to the side so i can peel the wax off”

He did as he promised, peeling every little bit off and laughing when the ones from your boobs traced your nipple perfectly.

“You want me to clean your cut?” You suggested, bathtime coming to an end “babe i just want you to sleep this off, ill get it myself” “thankyou, ill get the next one”

Alex lifted you onto the bed were he lay two towels for you to lie on. He lay beside you and scooped you into a cuddle. “So why did you come back early?” “The show got cut off because some silly fucker brought a gun” “A GUN?” “Yeah but i guess im safe so its fine, i was just exited for tonight” “well at least you still have over a month of shows” you both went silent thinking of different things, minds drifting off. “Alex… theres blood allover the sheets” “ill just say you were on your period” “thats right, put the blame on me” “well it was kinda your fault we got into this position” you thought for a moment “ugh good night babe” he laughed against your neck “night night dear”

@tamzindouglas @petiteemo

#spotify #doyle #cancerslug #alex wolfman story #alex story #doyle wolfgang von frankenstein #paul caiafa #misfits #finished fanfic #wattpadd

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sleepyandwitchy · 2 years

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Chapters: 17/17 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, Maxine "Max" Mayfield Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fake Dating, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Steve is having a proper full on gay crisis, Not Beta Read, we die like anyone who’s name begins with a b, Prom, First Kiss, Slow Burn, Fluff, Pining, Mutual Pining, steve and robin are my friendship otp so there's a lot of them sorry not sorry, Light Angst, i guess this is a fix it fic now, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, written pre-v2, background elmax, Background Byler, everyone in hawkins is gay, Getting Together Summary:

“Munson,” he says, “go to prom with me.”

Eddie cocks an eyebrow, curiosity glinting in his eyes. “I didn’t think I was your type, Harrington.”

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In which Robin wants to ask a girl to prom but is too scared of coming out, and Steve is willing to pretend to go with Eddie because he’s such a great friend. No other reason.

FINAL CHAPTER OF DANCING IN THE DARK IS NOW UP. MY FIRST EVER FIC IS OFFICIALLY COMPLETE!!!

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onnoval13 · 2 years

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Waaaah can’t believe I just finished it! 😱😱😱

#fanfic #winx club #professor palladium #palladium x oc #finished fanfic

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chiaroscuro-girl · 2 years

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#grimmauld place #my work #finished fanfic #ao3

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pixiemage · 7 months

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Please, for the love of god, please don’t be this person. No matter how long it’s been since an update, no matter how many unfinished stories are sitting on their account, no matter what - do not be this person.

Not only is it insanely rude, but you also do more damage than you think be being such a self-entitled ass about something someone created for free and for fun. “This author” can see what you say.

RIP decency indeed.

#Archive of our Own #Ao3 #Ao3 Comments #Writing #Fanfiction #Fanfic Writing #I wrote over 100k on that fic before burnout took hold #I poured my heart into what I did manage to finish #adhd’s a bitch that doesn’t always let me write what I want to write but I got that far #don’t make me feel ashamed because you didn’t get to see the ending

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sleepysebris · 4 months

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:) 🖤

@mlsecretsanta gift for @thequeenofspace! happy belated holidays and apologies for the delay, had a serious family emergency followed by sickness! I had so much fun making this though, was so excited to finally draw these two 🖤 hope you enjoy!!!

#i absolutely believe emo marinette went home and made dolls after seeing the ladybug & chat noir dolls #im assuming adrien's room is the preferred hang out space in this universe #so this is his room and that is his ladybug doll #also obsessed with his quiet blushy personality #assume that when they detransform she laughs at his half-finished makeup cause they forgot what they were doing before they left #and he deserves it for poorly-timed teasing her mid-battle or something #there's the fanfic #ml secret santa 2023 #ml secret santa #miraculous ladybug #ml paris special #adrienette #emo love square #emodrien #my art #my ml comics

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itsfirecat · 3 months

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Based on some rumblings I heard, I ended up quickly throwing together a fun little WIP bingo sheet! I'll admit I largely wrote the prompts for writing, but I think a good number of them should also apply to art!

Ultimately, the goal is to have fun, and finish whatever WIPs you can (without burning yourself out or having a bad time). If you needed a sign to pick up that project you've been putting off, the time is now!

3x4 Bingo square titled "Finish your fucking fics february"

the top three across left to right read "Update your oldest WIP", "Finish a WIP that's been buried deep in your drafts", and "Finish a WIP that you haven't posted yet"

the second row reads "Finish a recent WIP", "Finish a WIP you're scared of" and "Finish a WIP that's been haunting you"

the third row reads "Update a partially posted WIP", "Finish any WIP/Free Space", and "Finish the next WIP in a series you've been avoiding"

the last row reads "Update your newest WIP", "Finish a WIP that's been ignored for at least 6 months", and "Finish the next chapter for a fic you've been meaning to for months"

#Finish your fucking fics february #fanfic #fanart #bingo #fandom bingo #fanfic bingo #fanart bingo #challenge #fanfic challenge #fanfic writing #event

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writeouswriter · 1 year

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My followers: And is this “writing” you’ve been “working on” in the room with us right now?

#writing #writeblr #writer things #writing humour #textpost #writing humor #relatable #funny #I genuinely am writing for the first time in a long while #but it’s uh it’s for an angst fanfic for a fandom one wouldn’t expect fic for necessarily #and I’m embarrassed but I’m not because it’s good but you’re never seeing it it’s between me and my ao3 when I finally do finish it #it’s at 6000 words but fr that’s the most I’ve written on a single thing in a long time and it’s still going!#last time I wrote/finished anything in forever was also for this fandom back in November <3 nature is healing #it’s slow going but I’m hoping to finish it before June 😭

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bababaka · 8 months

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Yall need to interact with fanfiction author's more.

So. After the ddos attack on ao3.

I was encouraged to write more comments and make my love known to fanfic writers.

I dont really like commenting. Because im a bit shy and soooo lazy.

Now though. I am writing more comments. And dude. This is so heartwarming. Ya'll need to treat writers better. They are doing the lord's work.

Take for an example, couple of days prior, i was searching for something interesting to read, and found an oneshot quite compelling.

I read it. At the end of it, i was blown away by how good it was. It promised me something and it went beyond my expectations. But then i saw a crime, zero fucking comments!

At that moment, i wasn't feeling up to writing a comment. Because, normally i like to write huge paragraphs. But because im lazy i decided to be brief.

Next day, the author answered that the comment lift their mood for the whole day.

That warmed my heart.

Duuuuuuuude! Write comments! Suport the writers of the fics you like! No need to be something super elaborate. Just give your thoughts. Freak out. Ramble. Ask something. Make theories. Compliment. Make a joke about how you wished to give kudos every chapter but ao3 sucks(not true bby) and won't let you.

Truly. Just. Comment. It can make someone's day. And that is part of the apeal of writing fics. Interacting with people.

Just give love to fanfic writers yall. They deserve this and so much more.

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"Valentines Day is a capitalistic scam made to sell chocolate and flowers!" Eddie Munson bellowed, leaping to the top of a cafeteria table not even ten minutes into lunch.

"Do you think he was born like this, or just dropped on his head as a baby?" Heather asked, rolling her eyes as the super senior began waving his arms around, getting way too into his annual “anti-valentines day” rant.

Steve, who'd tuned out the dramatics in favor of trying to figure out how he could ditch school, only heard her because she’d begun running her foot up his leg.

Directly in front of Patrick.

As if half the school didn’t know he planned on asking her out after school.

Long over being a part of these kinds of games, Steve kicked out, forcing Heather’s leg off his.

He did it harder than he intended and immediately winced, as if he hadn’t meant to do it at all. Aimed a sad little look at her, softening his eyes in the way he knew ladies loved while murmuring a quiet "sorry.”

A pudding cup was offered as an additional apology--which Heather, thankfully, accepted.

Crisis averted, Steve used the movement of handing the cup over to get his legs well out of Heather's range. He had other things to think about today, and getting drawn into whatever drama Heather was trying to brew wasn’t on the list.

Particularly given the basketball team as a unit had started snubbing him out.

"Newsflash ladies! Your man isn't taking you to some shitty restaurant because he loves you, he's doing it because he hopes you'll give it to him in your car!" Munson continued, voice growing impossibly louder.

A crude gesture followed, involving hip thrusts and hand jabs.

Several of the cheerleaders shot him disgusted looks as he did it.

"Definitely dropped on his head." Carol said, glaring at Munson as his little group of freaks and geeks cheered him. "More than once."

Steve hummed an agreement, more on automatic than from actually listening. He knew how to look like he was paying attention, even if his head was deep in possible escape plans.

If he dipped at the last minute to the bathroom on the way to fifth period, Tommy wouldn't have time to stop him and he could make a break for his car…

That just left making up a plausible enough excuse as to why thee Steve Harrington, whose single status was the current hot topic of the school, left school early on Valentines Day.

("Candy, sex, the overwhelming affection of all the ladies." Tommy drawled out that morning, practically preening. "Valentine's Day is the best holiday man. Just look at all this!"

He waved a hand at his locker, which was absolutely covered in paper hearts.

"The rally squad put hearts on the lockers of everyone on the basketball team, Tommy." Carol argued, rolling her eyes. "Steve’s is practically buried in them.”

Tommy opened his mouth to respond, no doubt with something else teasing and rude, but Carol’s elbow caught him in the gut first.

“If you keep acting like this you're not getting any sex." She warned.

"Aww baby, don't be like that. You know you're the only one for me." Tommy teased, with a wink that prompted Carol to smack him on the shoulder.

Laughing, he added: "Besides we can't fight or we'll miss our favorite game. Which poor gal thinks this year is the year Steve will take her out on a date!"

Carol allowed Tommy to put an arm over her shoulder, the two of them turning knowing grins on their friend as a singular unit.

Even if Steve hadn’t felt like their friend in a hot minute.

Not in the way he used to.

"I do love watching them stutter through their little confessions.” Carol admitted, like this wasn’t something they’d loved doing since middle school. “I wonder if anyone will ever top Cindy Komer."

Steve almost wasn't fast enough to cover his wince--that particular incident had been painful for him and Cindy.

Steve still had no idea what he'd said to make the then-freshman cry.

He thought he'd been nice about turning her down, but judging by Carol constantly quoting what he'd said, Steve had a feeling he'd accidentally been an asshole again.

Not that anyone ever thought it was accidental.

“Steve? Hel~lo? Are you listening?” Carol said, snapping to get his attention and God did Steve hate that.

Never realized just how much until Nancy but after she’d pointed out that Carol treated him and Tommy both like her dogs, well.

It was hard not to notice--and be a bit resentful.

“God you keep doing this, you’re turning into such a space case.” Carol continued, the edge back in her voice. The same one she’d been using for a while, like Steve was on her last nerve. “Please tell me you’re not still mooning over Nancy fucking Wheeler.”

“No.” He snapped, only to know instantly that was the wrong move, and try to fix it before Carol blew up. “No--I’ve just already had to fend someone off today. Like first thing--I was barely out of my car.”

There, that should keep Carol and Tommy both off his back for being “angry” and it wasn’t even a lie. He really had been asked out earlier, though the girl had been gracious about his rejection.

Of course, this kind of instant redirection came with a price--and in this case, it was being absolutely hounded for more information.

“Oh shit who!? Was it that Buckley girl?” Carol perked up immediately, like a hunting dog scenting prey. “I swear she stares holes in your head, she’s so weird…” )

"This isn't about romance! It's about showing who has the most cash, gets the most sex! It's a pathetic social ritual you're all falling for!” Munson yelled, jolting Steve back into the present. “I bet none of you even enjoy it!”

"Tell that to all the girls Steve’s dated!” One of the younger basketball guys hollered, prompting a wave of laughter from the rest of the cafeteria. “They seem to enjoy it plenty!”

Steve couldn’t see who had said it, and should have felt the normal wave of smug warmth that the team had his back.

Except his team had already proven they didn’t.

Were in fact, siding more and more with Hargrove, just as Tommy was.

They were rapidly approaching a watershed moment. Steve could feel it, the same way he’d always been able to tell when a crowd was about to turn.

He was losing, but was still on top of Hawkins social spaces enough, had caught it early enough, that he could turn everyone’s favor--if he wanted.

Emphasis on ‘if.’

Munson spun to face his table, hair whipping to smack him in the face. The guy had clearly been trying to grow it out, but right now he looked like one of those poodles Carol's mom loved so much.

So said Carol, anyway.

"You sure about that?" Munson challenged, a crazed grin breaking across his face. "Rumor has it King Steve lost his groove ever since Wheeler dumped him!"

Steve grimaced, though he was secretly thankful Munson went with "dumped" instead of "cheated on" (or any of the other vile words Billy had flung around, spreading across the school in the sick, crawling way rumors moved.

Hargrove had been positively brutal about the whole Jonathan and Nancy thing, and the only reason he wasn't here now to spin this whole situation against Steve was because the guy always vanished at lunch.)

Tommy's face morphed into an affronted snarl, hands slapping down on the table. He turned expectantly to Steve, waiting for "The King" to get up and "handle" Munson.

Like Steve even cared about this dumb high school shit anymore.

It took him a moment to realize Steve wasn’t planning on doing anything. Was in fact, going to remain perfectly quiet, other than an eyeroll and half-assed middle finger in Munson’s direction.

Tommy let out a disgusted scoff in his direction and then decided to handle things himself.

(Like that had ever been a good idea.)

“Shut up, Freak. The only game you have is in the prison showers.” He snapped, half rising from the table. “Isn’t that why you keep your hair long? So all the boys will actually fuck you?!”

Whistles and yells lit the air, though Steve didn’t miss how the girls at the table looked taken aback at the sheer vitriol in Tommy’s voice.

Even Carol looked startled, eyes sliding to meet Steve’s as if to confirm she hadn’t just imagined it.

The three of them had always been good at this kind of mindless high school banter, but this over the top, crude shit?

It wasn’t Tommy’s style.

It was Hargrove’s.

(That was its own growing issue.

The way Tommy was gravitating towards Billy.

How Carol kept expecting Steve to act like he used to.

That she blamed his “outbursts” on Nancy, snidely mentioning that Steve had better have learned his lesson about “changing his personality for pussy.”

Even now Steve knew they were only defending him because Munson was the one saying it.)

“I didn’t realize Harrington still had his attack dog!”

Munson put a hand against his heart as though injured, staggering dramatically backwards.

“I thought you were too busy putting your tongue up Hargrove’s ass to bark at people!”

Tommy immediately fired back, letting loose an uninspired string of curse words and something about Eddie being queer again. Steve didn’t hear the specifics--didn’t care to hear it, even as things started to spiral out of control.

All he wanted to do was go home.

Ideally before Billy got back from lunch and decided to make a spectacle himself, because Steve could feel that coming just as he could everything else.

He was running out of time to come up with an excuse to get out of here without making a production out of it, and Munson wasn’t someone he wanted to piss off today, given he’d half hoped to buy weed off the guy before he ditched.

…Which was looking more and more unlikely given Tommy had just screeched some insult that had put Munson’s sights back on Steve.

“You sure? Cause Harrington looks like he’s just gonna sit there and take it, just like he takes everything Hargrove and Wheeler and anyone else throws at him.”

He leered, leaning forward as if to see into Steve’s very soul.

“I don’t know if anyone else has noticed, but our beloved King here hasn’t exactly been defending his crown. If anything, he’s abandoned it.”

The world stopped.

This was the first time someone actually called him out on the fact that he often let whatever crap Billy spewed go. That Nancy and him had a few awkward encounters publicly, with at least one of them starting a rumor that she’d told Steve to fuck off.

(She hadn’t of course, but Carol had stopped running damage control, and Steve was feeling the effects of her ire.)

Silence echoed, and Steve realized with a dawning sort of horror, that Munson was waiting for a response from him.

Just as the entire cafeteria was.

The catalyst was here, brought on early by one Edward Munson.

With a startling amount of clarity, Steve realized he was done.

With his so called friends, with the girls who’d tried corning him all morning, with Hargrove and just--everything.

He was over it.

If Billy wanted the crown so bad he could fucking have it.

(If Tommy wanted to pretend he was tougher than he was by mimicking the dick, then he could have that too.)

“This is stupid.” Steve announced, dropping the masks he so carefully wore. The ones he kept having to fix, because the Upside Down and its related demons (human and non) kept taking chunks out of it.

He stood, feeling the weight of the room press down on him as he faced them all down.

“Yeah--!” Tommy started to pile on, seeming to think Steve was about to unleash hell, and got the surprise of a lifetime when Steve turned and jammed a finger in his face.

“Shut up.” He snapped.

Knew instantly he only got away with it by the fact that he’d caught everyone off guard.

King Steve did a lot of things, but he rarely blew up.

“This is stupid.” He reiterated, voice booming across the lunch room, “ You wanna fight? Fine, but leave me out of it.”

“The King doesn’t want to play? Why I never thought we’d see the day!” Munson clucked his tongue, and without missing a beat Steve turned to him.

“For someone who is always screaming about nonconformity, you sure are happy to attack anyone who doesn’t do what you want.”

Steve’s voice was loud, but he wasn’t screaming. Wasn’t yelling or throwing his arms around.

He didn’t need to. Had never needed to.

“I heard you going off on that guy whose lunch you're standing on yesterday, because he wanted to watch the Colts play.” Steve continued, voice cold. “Half of your friends are terrified of you, because you’ll scream at them just like you accuse us of doing--and let’s be real here, Munson, you do it more.”

In a dramatic move that absolutely, 100% came from Dustin and his theatrics, Steve shrugged his letterman jacket off and bunched it into a ball.

“You might as well crown yourself King, because you’re the exact same as the rest of us. Here--you can start with this.”

Cocking back an arm, Steve let the jacket fly. Watched with everyone else as it landed neatly right at Eddie’s feet.

Shell shocked, Munson’s eyes drifted from Steve down to the letterman jacket and back. They were massive, those stupid eyes of his, but at least it meant Steve could see the realization wash over the guy in real time.

Steve should have felt smug about it. His past self would have.

Presently?

He just felt tired.

“You’re welcome to jam it up your ass.” He finished, before giving his own sarcastic half bow to the room.

The cafeteria was dead silent. Not a fork was scraped, or a loud piece of chip chewed. All eyes were on Steve, some waiting to see if Eddie would let him have the last word, others just shocked to see Steve lose his shit in front of them.

Idiot he was, he tried to rally anyway.

Even Tommy, who’d partly stood up, hands pressed against the lunch table looked shocked.

“What the fuck Steve!?” He sputtered, and it wasn’t long before half the basketball team was muttering similar remarks.

They were ignored.

Whispers ripped across the room when Steve turned on his heel, striding towards the exit and making it clear things were over, but Tommy didn’t give up.

“Fuck you Harrington!” He hurled at his back, Carol now standing and placing a restraining hand on his arm. “You’re not fucking better than any of us!”

Steve didn’t even look back.

"That's my point Tommy." Steve said, loud enough to be heard. "No one is better than anyone else. You lot are all just buying into your own bullshit.”

Then he was slamming through the doors, and out into the sunlight.

xXx

He didn’t want to go home.

Not anymore, which was ironic in a way that made Steve’s face screw up in a grimace.

Here he’d been dying to go to his stupid house all day, and now, after losing his shit and undoubtedly, the last of his social standing, he just didn’t feel like being by himself.

All alone, in a house too big for him, full of nothing but dark corners and a phone that never rang.

So instead, he wandered, reminiscing on how Valentine's Day used to be his favorite day of the year.

Steve loved the gesture of it all--the romance, the wooing. The butterflies floating in one's stomach, mixing with fear of rejection and a burning kind of hope towards starting something new.

Of course, Steve also had always had a girl in mind, when he celebrated. Now, after Nancy…

He did not.

It felt weird to go to Skull Rock--the place he himself had made into Hawkins hottest makeout spots. Likewise all the local restaurants were off limits--too many adults knew how much he loved the holiday.

Steve didn’t want to face that. The expectations, the knowing winks that would slide into uncomfortable frowns. Any possible advice given wouldn’t be appreciated, and the last thing Steve wanted was to get the “everyone has an off season, son” speech.

So he’d stayed away from his usual haunts. Explored some storefronts instead, the Beamer parked in front of Family Video as he wandered.

Had an entirely too peaceful two hours, which of course, meant he had to bump into someone.

At least, Steve thought dully, whole body tensing in preparation, it was Munson.

Not Hargrove, or Tommy, or hell--the children, demanding he help them fight some other fucked up creature the government had accidentally summoned.

“Hey Harrington.” Munson said, and it took a moment for Steve to realize the guy was embarrassed. “I uh, I need to talk to you.”

Steve just stared at him.

“If you couldn’t tell from earlier,” He warned, “I’m a little done talking for today.”

Or any day, for the foreseeable future.

“Yeah no--I, I got that. I--okay.” Eddie stopped rocking on his heels, before giving his entire body a shake, like the guys sometimes did while prepping for a game. “Hear me out, and then you can deck me or leave or whatever makes you feel better.”

“I’m not going to deck you.” Steve said, exasperated and frazzled and not wanting to do this whole song and dance a second time.

Not that it mattered, because Munson had already launched right into whatever it was he needed to say.

“There’s this book right? My Uncle got it for me. It’s a fantasy book all about this big battle and there’s these wizards in it, and--” He stopped himself, shaking out his hands.

Like he realized he was rambling and needed the movement to get himself back on track.

“I always--I guess I saw myself as a Gandalf kinda guy? Like I was this shepherd herding these lost sheep. A person who intimately knew all the dark forces of the world and could be a shield for them. Do not pass and all that.”

He chuckled, but it was weak, and he killed it almost immediately.

“...Okay?” Steve said, knowing he was supposed to say something here, even if he had no idea what.

Maybe something about how Gandalf the Grey wasn’t exactly a shepard given he’d led the hobbits straight into Mordor, but saying that meant admitting Steve knew what Lord of the Rings was, which wasn’t a conversation he felt like getting into.

Particularly not because he’d only read the damn things after losing a bet to Dustin and Mike both.

Munson nodded, as if acknowledgement was all he needed.

“I thought that’s what I was doing. I wasn’t and I didn’t realize I wasn’t until you pointed it out. You shouldn’t have had to point it out. You shouldn’t have had to say any of what you did.” He rushed to add, oddly sincere.

"Is this…" Steve might be confused but catching on, an uptick at the corners of his mouth as the tiniest spark of amusement leaked through. "an apology? Are you trying to apologize right now?"

Eddie groaned, flinging his head back. "No!”

Then immediately;

“Actually yes, but--”

Which caught Steve off guard enough that he laughed, and had to hide it with a cough.

“I am sorry, man. I shouldn’t have said that shit about you, especially not about you and Wheeler. It's more than that though.” Munson swallowed, before squaring his shoulders. “It’s that you were right."

“I was right?” Steve repeated dumbly, because fuck, he couldn’t believe it either.

Not that Munson heard him. Eddie always had been hard to stop once he started, and Steve had been in enough classes with the guy to know the train had left the station.

"I did yell at Jeff because he wanted to watch that stupid football game.” He began, and Steve got a front row seat to watch as one Eddie Munson word vomited his way through a myriad of emotions.

“I fuckin’ lost it on Grant because he missed band practice to drive his sister to some thing. Gareth looked like I was going to hit him when I asked if I had really been that bad--same exact look he gave Hagan and those other assholes that cornered him in the bathroom two weeks ago!”

“Tommy did what?”

Steve was promptly ignored.

(Or more likely, Eddie simply didn’t hear him, too lost in his own voice to realize Steve had said something.)

There were a lot of mentions of the Gandalf guy. Where Eddie thought he’d gone wrong, and even something about a glowing eye thing that had Steve a little concerned until he realized Munson was talking about Sauron (and also made Steve realize that he’d been pronouncing Sauron in his head wrong, oops.)

“I called up this friend of mine who graduated. She’s always been no nonsense, so I asked her for her advice.” Munson said, finally seeming to slow down a little. “She told me I might as well eat my own doctrine because I sure wasn’t living by it, and that if I wanted to fix it then I should start by apologizing. To everyone but--to you, first.”

Eddie took a step back, winging out his hands as if to present himself.

“So here I am. Apologizing.”

A pause wherein neither of them did a thing, which caused him to awkwardly add; “To uh, you. Harrington.”

“Yeah I got that.” Steve said, because what else was he supposed to do here? “Good for you? I guess?”

“Most people either forgive a guy or tell him to fuck off.” Munson pouted, and mimicked like he was kicking at a rock.

It made Steve want to laugh again, though he shoved the urge down.

“Someone once told me,” He said instead, speaking slowly to make damn sure he didn’t let slip this piece of advice came from a middle schooler. “that apologies without actions don’t really mean anything. They’re a start--they let people know you’re aware you screwed up, but no one’s going to trust you if you don’t follow through. So I can forgive you, but I think you’re better off doing this with one of your friends.”

Someone who would hug it out, or at least tell Eddie how he could be better, at least.

Rather than argue, Munson just titled his head back, eyes to the sky. Like he was really thinking on the words, before giving a sort of accepting sounding noise.

“Trying too.” Steve admitted with a sigh.

“That’s what you’ve been doing, isn’t it?” He asked, head coming back down so he could stare at Steve.

“The thing in the cafeteria was a good start.”

“Yeah?”

Eddie grinned.

“Yeah. Don’t think Hagan’s gonna see it the same way though.”

“We were falling out anyway.” Steve admitted, and hated how easy it was to say.

That they really were just going through the motions of friendship. Had been, ever since Jonathan had punched Steve in the face.

“Think you lost more than just him as a friend, to be honest.”

“Pro tip about the actions thing, Munson?” Steve said with a snort, once again unsure of where this conversation was going, “Nice people don’t typically point out when someone’s turned into a social pariah.”

“No, I get that. Say,” Eddie’s grin had grown, which Steve would have taken poorly except he invaded Steve’s space with a goofy little hop. “I think you might be in need of some new ones!”

“New…friends?” Steve hesitated, very unsure of what was happening.

Munson promptly stuck his hand out. “Yup! So--hello, my name is Eddie Munson, and I am here to apply for the position as your friend!”

Steve snorted, but the harshness of it was taken away by the grin on his face.

He took Eddie’s hand, noting how doing so made the older teen’s smile widen.

“Nice to meet you Eddie, I’m Steve.”

Excited, Eddie waived their arms up and down, with far more enthusiasm than the gesture required.

“How about we cement our new friendship by renting a truly terrible horror movie and drowning our woes with my other good friend, Mary Jane?”

Then he waggled his eyebrows, like that was something scandalous.

“Tempting me along with weed, huh?” Steve mused back, sticking his hands in his pockets once Eddie let him go. “Guess you’re a little like Gandalf the Gray after all. Just don’t send me on any missions.”

“Steve Harrington.” Eddie gaped, pure delight spreading across his face. “Have you read Lord of the Rings!?”

He got a shrug and a sly; “Maybe.” in response.

It was worth the barrage of questions, even if the rapid fire pace of them nearly gave Steve a headache.

(Just as it was worth it several months later, when Steve was comfortable enough to instigate wrestling matches with Eddie over the dumbest of things.

One particularly semi-drunk tussle over the remote led to an interesting discovery when Eddie popped a boner, and then frantically tried to escape when it brushed against Steve’s leg.

Instead of panicking--or letting Eddie bolt in his panic, Steve just dropped his whole weight down, effectively pinning the slimmer man to the floor.

“Steve.”

Eddie said it so quietly he almost didn’t hear it, the word filled with desperation.

The kind of tone someone whispered a prayer in, a sort of pleading that Eddie did better with his eyes than his voice. Or would have, given his own were firmly scrunched closed the second he realized he’d been caught out.

Except--

“Not right now I’m thinking.” Steve told him absently.

Which he was. Speed thinking even, if that was a thing.

Because if two plus two equaled four (which it did) then feeling the exact same, fluttering excitement about Eddie’s boner as Steve had Nancy’s breasts, equaled…

“The fuck? Steve--”

Steve shushed him.

That pulled a frustrated, embarrassed groan from Eddie that went directly to Steve’s own dick, not that it needed much help waking up.

“I think I’m having one of those crisis’s Robin is always accusing the basketball team of having.” Steve informed Eddie dutifully, the dots done connecting.

Eddie, still refusing to open his eyes, snorted.

“Whatever man. Can you at least be decent and hurry up with the beating? This is embarrassing enough.”

“I’m not going to beat you up.” Steve said, thankful that his brain managed not to add some shitty comment about the entire town being awash in rumors of Eddie’s sexuality. That he’d confirmed it here wasn’t exactly a surprise.

“I’m going to try something. If you don’t like it, let me know.” Streve added, before screwing up his courage and leaning down.

That of course, got Eddie to open his eyes.

“Wha--” He managed, before Steve’s lips were on his.

For one single, blissful moment, Eddie Munson’s mouth was too busy to talk.

“Yeah?” Eddie said, voice wrecked, and oh, Steve liked that.

“Huh.” Steve muttered, when they broke for air. “Well that’s new.”

Liked the way Eddie looked at him more, hesitant, but with heat in his gaze.

Steve had always been good about knowing what to do with heat.

He leaned back down, pecking lightly at Eddie’s lips, and was delighted to find Eddie not only let him, but kissed back.

“Not bad, Munson, but I think I could give you a few pointers.” Steve muttered, nose ghosting alongside Eddie’s. “Let me show you…”

One boyfriend, several weeks, and another interdimensional monster later, Steve found himself socked in the arm by none other than his coworker, Robin Buckley.

In her defense, she’d confessed her love for Tammy Thompson, still somewhat drugged on the Starcourt bathroom floor, only for Steve to tease her that at least his boyfriend could actually sing.

“God you and Eddie Munson.” She muttered after, smile on her face. “How did that happen?”

Steve knocked his shoe into hers, returning the grin unabashedly.

“So remember last Valentines Day?” Steve started, all too eager to finally tell someone who understood about the best thing to ever happen to him.

Robin of course, would soon also be ranked in that same chart, but Eddie didn’t need to know that. )

#DADDYS BACK #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #pre steddie to steddie #0o0 fanfics #be gentle with me I JUST got my computer back lmao #this was a warmup I finished out #Ive been writing at work on my lunches #yes I have been working on adopt a jock #and the third part of the holiday hellfire fic #I think I stared at that steddisy one once #maybe #IDK this whole ass month has been a blurr

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