#i heard a kid say this behind me in school and i lost my mind

[jujutsukgojo]

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feitan portor x reader

Summary: You knew him for years for only moments at a time. Yet, you take it upon yourself to love and mourn him anyway, even when the world won't. tw: light smut, slight yandere feitan, spoilers, mentions of murder, light angst, fluff(?), injuries, cheating, time skips an: didn't mean for it to be this long. Feitan is a bit tricky for me but oh well :) kind of inspired by criminal minds 'no way out'. 10.8k

“If you tie it like this, it should stay, okay?” You tap the boy’s foot. Although he is smaller than you in height, his feet are bigger. It’s quite comical but you don’t dare laugh. In this blasted city, you’d be bound to die for such a thing. Especially if you laugh at someone with crazy hair and carries a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire.  

  He says something in a foreign language that you can’t understand. If you are correct, it may be inverted Japanese. In the books that one kid collects, there is a country, Japan, where the common language originates. Since the common language isn’t his mother tongue, it makes you wonder where he’s from and why he’s here. 

  The boy stands up to his full, but short, height. You sit on random rubble and look up at him, waiting for what he’ll do next. Will he call over Phinks or even bring Uvogin? He hangs out with Phinks mainly but who knows these days. 

   Instead of swinging the bat at you or calling over his friends, he pats your head awkwardly. You don’t make any sudden movements or noises. The boy leaves right after. A sigh escapes your lips after he leaves you behind.  

   What's his name again? Feitain? 

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  In your hut, you slightly stir the food that sizzles in the pan you found. It’s rare to come across tomatoes and eggs but you managed this time. The smell is mouth watering. You hope no one else can smell it. 

As much as you want to live elsewhere, this is what you settle for at the moment. In another world, you’d be out of this city and somewhere clean and safe. Like the church or something. No, even better than the church. You’ve heard of the outside where there are bright flashing lights and diamonds and pearls on people’s necks. There are flowers of all colors out there. Different shapes, smells, and meanings, they’re all beautiful. You hear that food isn’t scavenged but bought or given to people without a price.  

   People said they’ve seen the safety of children your age that play without a care. There are parents for the lost kids and doctors for the injured. Clean clothes and showers on the regular. You can even see the sun clearly and the big, round moon that doesn't bring out the wolves in men. 

There are pastors and priests that don’t turn people away, either. Hell, you have even wondered if there were schools there that allow everyone to get in. You're sure that you are reading and doing math wrong. How embarrassing.  

Finally done, you place the food on a plastic plate you found. You made sure to wipe the grime off the plate and rinsed it with clean water before using it. Even though you can just eat out of the pan, you want to seem sophisticated like the outside. They don't eat out of pans or use dirty plates. 

  The food steams and is welcoming. Without a lot of utensils, you pick at it with your hands. It burns at first but you’re too hungry. The flavor bursts in your mouth. Even without the proper seasonings, it’s still heaven. You haven’t eaten in a while so you’ll take what you can get.  

   Suddenly, the boy, Feitan, enters your hut. You gasp and protectively cover your food. He brings his foot out. His shoe, which he stole, is untied again. You swallow the substance and point out, “I taught you how to tie them.” 

“Tie.” 

“I taught you.” You set your plate down.  

“Tie.” You roll your eyes and pat your thighs. He walks over to you and places his dirt caked shoe on your lap. Slowly, you tie them.  

“There, see? Come on now, you need to learn. A little boy can’t grow without tying his shoes.” 

“I’m not little boy.” You give a breathy chuckle. “Of course you are, honey.” 

  He leans in close to your face. “I’m older than you.”  

...He does hang out with Phinks, who is a couple years older than you. In fact, it is rare to see them apart. Is it possible that it’s true? Is Phinks the type to be friends with someone who is younger?

 Curious, you ask, “Then why are you so short?” His eyes widened in shock. Then, strangely, he laughs while patting your head harshly. Studying his face revealed what looks like the beginning of a sinister smile.

  He looks at your plate and sits down in front of you. You’re both on the dirt floor. 

 “Give me.” You scoff and snap at him. “No! Find your own!” 

The little beast decided that the two of you should ‘share’. He smacks on his food, making you want to punch him repeatedly. He’s gaunt and bony, but not really bad like last time. His face has a tiny bit of roundness to it. 

  “Stop staring.” He inhales a tomato. “You look better than last time.”

“Better?” He cocks his head to the side. The remnants of the tomato smeared a little on his cheek.

“Yeah, healthier.” He stares at you for a second. “Thanks.” His accent is thick, and you still can’t place it. Nevertheless, you understand. Afterwards, much to your surprise, he sleeps in your hut now that his belly is full. Satisfied and strangely not afraid, you follow suit. It’s nice to have a friend, however strange.

You are barely awake, sleep still heavy in your eyes, when you see him pop up. Drool is crusted on his cheek, and he rubs his eyes. He yawns and then spots you next to him. Feitan eyes the entry of the hut then back at you. He puts the only cover you have on you then pets your head. 

  Before he leaves, he places his bat in your hand. Feitan secures the entry as he exits the hut. 

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  It’s been years since you and Feitan have talked. You've gotten familiar with him but when Sarasa had died in such a disrespectful and gruesome way, he withdrew. In the meantime, you waited for him and studied a power you discovered. No matter the eyes that were always on you, you didn’t care about the mysterious and hidden audience. 

  You don’t know what it’s called but it started when you witnessed some kid about to get her ass handed to her by some thugs. The man had moved a pair of scissors without using his hands. They aimed right towards her and in a moment of instinct, you rushed to push her out of the way. Unfortunately, the scissors stabbed you in the shoulder.  

  It was then did you feel the rush of a force so strong, that it knocked everyone away from you. A faint white light that glowed from your skin that only your eyes could see. As you looked around in shock, you saw that same glow coming from that man and his friends. 

  You were gasping when you fell to your knees. “I-I’m sorry. I can’t be here!” The girl your age ran for her life and left you behind. In a moment of fear, you call out to her to help you. You were so afraid; you couldn't tell if the screams were hers or yours. Given the situation, you were too rattled, terrified and hurt, to focus.

The men shook for a second then got up to face you. The blood from your shoulder wasn’t stopping its flow. Crimson red stained your clothes and the ground. It was all so strange, such an unusual feeling of adrenaline that you couldn’t help but memorize. Almost as if the world had finally made sense. Every single thing became so much clearer to your dismay.  

  The men came towards you with malicious intent. While putting pressure on your injury, you managed to kick one of their legs, causing them to buckle and hurt his knee. He screamed in agony. 

  “G-get away!” You try to stand. The press of your hand on the wound isn’t helping. Is it supposed to bleed this much? It hit your shoulder, but did it nick something?  

  You need to stop it, to heal and get away from them. In this city, people like you are in danger from men like them. If you don’t get away, you’ll end up like Sarasa. She was never really close to you. She was a nice girl who always looked for video tapes, so you'd help her from time to time. Yet, her death scarred everyone since it was so close to home. And now, you no doubt are facing the exact same situation. Wrong place, wrong time.  

   Same fate.  

You fell back on the ground and looked at the sky. It has always been so dirty, just like the city due to pollution. Still so young, you know you won’t see what it really looks like. In the corner of your eye, you spot something green. A small clover with four leaves. 

  One time, an old man told a story of how four-leaf clovers are a sign of good luck. By the intense feeling and pressure of your eyes, you know it’s not true. Pain in all ways makes tears fall from your eyes. Lips wobbling at how unfair everything is and that you will never see the sun. The outside must really be heaven, and for someone so young who hasn’t committed a sin, you are wondering if you can go.

  Suddenly, flowers that you never knew blossomed around you. The soft petals touched your filthy skin and got rid of the aches. The blood on your shoulder faded from view as well as the pain. A soft and beautiful hum whispered in your ear. You truly believed it to be in your head, an imagination of paradise as you leave. Heaven, they call it. You must be close to the outside world then. 

  This must be it, you thought. There was no pain from a strike or fear. Just closed eyes and peace. Something you know you couldn’t get in the atrocious city.  

It ends. You were shocked as the beautiful flowers disappeared. Heaven, would you reject someone? 

  The men didn’t hurt you. The one whose knee was broken was able to move his leg. His red hair kind of glowed in the sun, and brown eyes were wide. He muttered a soft ‘thank you’ and walked away without a limp. His friends followed.  

   After that, you had realized that your ability wasn’t anything like scissors or something scary. It was to heal and be healed.

Although after immediately learning this, you didn't go out of your way to find the source of the screams in the direction the people went. First was the girl, then the group of men. After what you went through, it didn't seem like a good idea. 

 Feitan, somehow, got wind of it. Now in his later teen years you both estimate, he sits still and points to his arm. There’s a gnarly gash oozing blood. You wonder how he’s not feeling this and if he is, how he isn’t even fazed.  

  You gently pick up his arm and inspect it. He's thin but has clear definition in his arms. You haven’t seen him in so long that you are surprised by his growth. Hell, he’s taller now. Still short, but at least he grew.  

  In a jar, you take a premade petal. This is a way for you to save energy and reach people when you physically can’t tend to. Acting as a pill, you make sure that people can get infections out. For some reason, illnesses and infections are particularly tricky and tiring for you.  

  “Eat this, Feitan.” He frowns. “No.” You sigh. “It’s infected. You need to eat this so I can heal it right.” 

  “It’s not.”   

Rolling your eyes you bring his wound to his face. “This, this is infected. It's literally oozing pus.” How long did this go on? Was he really that hesitant to just come and see you?

  He growls and takes the delicate petal and places it in his mouth. “Stop pouting.”  

“Not pouting. It’s nasty.” He’s not wrong. It has a bitter taste and when chewed, a slimy texture. The color of the disintegrating petal leaves a stain in the mouth as well. If not for the benefits, no one would even bother. They'd be just as offended as Feitan.  

  The pus stops and clears up. “Alright, this’ll leave a scar.”  

You blow on your hand so that flowing blossoms surround him. Beautiful shades of pink and white go through his hair. With a gentle caress, you see the flurries touch his wound. It starts to encourage his own healing.  

  As much as you want to do the full thing, you’re tired. All day you’ve been working and collecting payments. Not to mention facing the disappointment of them being useless. You want to kick yourself for not getting paid first. But the sight of those grateful people and healed kids softens your heart.  

  Soon, it stops once the injury becomes manageable. You’re about to wrap it when a hand stops you. “What’s this?”  

  “Feitan, I'm tired. You caught me at a bad time.” You try to move your hand but he stops you. He's a lot stronger than you remember. “Heal.” 

His fluency isn’t the greatest still.  

“I’m tired! Just let it heal the rest of the way.” No matter how much you try to yank your hand away, his grip is too strong. ���Please, Feitan...”  

  Surprisingly, he lets go and from what you can see, the subtle white glow appears and heals him the rest of the way, leaving small flames. “Feitan...what was that?” 

  He rolls his eyes and plops down on a chair. He says nothing and just relaxes, or at least that’s what he’s trying to make it seem like. It has been a while since you’ve seen him, but that doesn’t make you blind to his behaviors…sometimes. 

   “As a transmuter, I can heal a little by using enhancer,” He looks at you suspiciously. “You know nothing about nen?”

“Nen?” You put the gauze and other items in a black bag. It was found in the safe zone by the church. Apparently, it belonged to a doctor from the outside. The bag had all kinds of necessities. Gauze, medicine, some syringes, disinfectant, a thermometer, all kinds of stuff that you’ve had to use sparingly. What you save in the bag, you make up for with your ability. 

  He smacks his lips and calls you a ‘dumb brat’. “You use nen but don’t know it?”

Sighing, you ask, “What is nen, Feitan?” 

“What you do. Use your aura and stuff.” His arms are crossed, and he looks at you expectantly. You gather that he likes knowing things you don’t. It’s like a weak power trip. 

  But it is nice to finally have a name and explanation for it. And that’s what he did this time. Visiting you for a moment just to pick with you while teaching you something you should have known. 

“Wait, if you could do that, why’d you come here?” He just shrugs.

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When you see him again, he brings his friends along. You immediately recognize some of them. Phinks, who ran with Feitan, the boy who always collected books, and Uvogin, the giant who was always claiming territory and beating people up. 

  Feitan should be twenty now. It’s hard to tell since he looks youthful. He points to his friend, the boy with the books, and orders, “Heal.”

“You can do it, Feitan, remember?” You were in the middle of cleaning when he and the rest of his posse pop up. They look flustered and a little worse for wear. 

  “Heal.” He always does crap like this. You roll your eyes at first. The body they carry tugs on your strings a bit. 

“Fine. Put him on the table.” Thankfully, it’s cleaned, and a new wrapping has been placed on it. Gently, the man is put on it. You spot the cross tattoo on his forehead. Ah, that’s where Feitan has been. Lately, there’s been whispers of the Phantom Troupe. Merciless killers and thieves from Meteor City that have been gaining respect over the years. Your opinion of them isn’t the greatest but it also isn’t the worst. You appreciate them for standing up for Meteor City, but their methods are questionable.

   You sigh and begin to undress the boy with the cross. “Is that necessary?” 

You continue to pull off his clothes, not bothering to answer the question the girl asked. If she can’t understand why you need to remove his clothes, then that’s on her. She scoffs after another female voice answers her question. 

  You finally see his wound. Feitan can heal himself to a degree, but you don’t think this guy can. The gash is deep and sewed with makeshift stitches. There’s no nen involved, surprisingly. Given that Feitan is an avid user, you thought his friends would be keen on it too. 

“He’s a specialist. Enhancer techniques are harder for him.” Phinks spoke. He must've understood your confusion. 

“And the stitches?” You gently investigate the area. It’s an angry red around it and, like you suspected, infected. It wasn’t properly taken care of. You begin to remove the stitches. You wonder what the thread is made of and how long this has been going on. 

“He,” Phinks points to Uvogin. “And him,” He then points to another large man with long ears. “Thought they could do it. Normally, Machi heals us but they were away from her. Her stitches would have helped him but not any infections.”

  “Ah, well this requires more than I thought.” You touch the ground and out comes a beautiful swirl of flowers. Underneath the moving petals is a blooming sunflower. It picks the guy up so he rests on it. The bed of the flower glows softly and becomes warm. His once wincing face is now peaceful. His injury is slowly closing and the red is beginning to turn pink. 

“The downside of this is that it takes a while. It’ll be all healed up in about an hour or so.”

“ An hour?” Uvogin, who has abandoned his afro and traded it for long standing hair. “Feitan, I thought you said she was good? We could’ve gone to that one guy and got it done right then and there.”

“She’s the best. Wait.” His hands are in his pockets and he moves. Feitan looks around and touches whatever he pleases. You try not to focus on his compliment. You wonder if the reason he moved from your line of sight is because he got embarrassed. If so, you won’t tease him. The Troupe are killers, afterall. 

   You start to feel the weight of your nen. This technique requires more effort than the others. Feitan explained it to you but you never did get the hang of it. You just know what to do instinctively. You were proud that you could do any of this without a teacher.

 What you’re sure of is that this man, whatever his name is, is giving you a crap ton of money after this or there’ll be hell to pay. 

   You feel something tickling the side of your face. The wrapper is red and unopened. You take the energy bard gratefully. “Thank you, Feitan.”

A couple of the Troupe members complain about the time. Machi or Mochi or whatever, the pink haired one, especially complains and criticizes for some reason. You have never seen this person before in your life yet here she is pouting. 

  “You okay?” You see the blond boy with big blue eyes study you closely. He moves closer to your face. A smile never leaves his face. Before you can answer, Feitan, who hasn’t left your side since you ate the bar, answers for you. 

“She’s fine. I’m watching her.”

You hear a couple of snickers. Feitan glares daggers at the offenders. You take a deep breath and ignore the friends who decided to crowd inside your hut. The boy with the forehead tattoo lies peacefully. Although you are running out of steam, his wound is healing nicely. One of the women, you believe it’s Pakunoda, comes to you and bends down. 

“Can I get you anything?” You discover that your throat is absolutely parched. “Some water, please.”

  If you remember correctly, the last you saw of her was when her head was shaved and some outsider kid did it. She had always kept it short. And now, it’s on her shoulders and very sleek. Over the years she’s drastically changed.

  You drink the water, which to your surprise, is clean. “Hey, how did this happen anyway?”

  “Don’t ask questions.” Feitan quickly shuts you down. Before you can ask anything more, you notice the entire group of friends are quiet. 

  “It’s nothing for you to worry about, okay?” You nod at the blonde boy with blue eyes and a permanent smile. Completing the hour, the tattoo guy is up. He’s immediately impressed. “My name’s Chrollo Lucilfer. Yours?” He puts out his hand for you to shake. 

  “Yeah, the book collector-theater nerd-kid, right? My name’s-” Before you can even answer, Feitan does it for you. 

  He gives your name and how your Nen works. He’s quick with it, too. You side eye Feitan for a second. “Thanks, Feitan. I, uh, really needed a spokesperson.”

“Ah, I guess it can’t be helped then, Feitan?” There’s tension in the air. It’s thick and heavy. By the looks of it, neither one is backing down. “Um, it’s not a big deal that he answered for me, you do know that, right?”

  Seconds pass through this. You look around for anyone to intervene with this. Whatever the hell is going on, it’s deep. “Since Fei explained it, why not have her join?”

“Positions are filled.” Chrollo still stares directly into Feitan’s eyes. Phinks nervously chuckles, once again trying to defuse the situation. “Fei, come on. No fighting. Right boss?”

  Suddenly, it’s lifted. Chrollo has what looks like a practiced smile on his face. “That’s true. That’s a rule.”

  Chrollo takes a glance at you. “She obviously means a lot to you. Clearly, she’s an asset, too.”

  “I’m right here, jackass.” Feitan smacks you on the head. “I’ll handle her.” 

  The others sigh in relief. Momentarily, you’re a little offended. “It was nice meeting you.”

They exit your hut right after, leaving Feitan behind. “So. those were your friends, huh?”

“Watch tongue.” You smack your lips and roll your eyes. There is blood on the floor and on the table. The furniture is in disarray due to all of his friends having no home training.  “I haven’t seen you in forever and this is how you greet me?”

 He frowns. “I say hello all the time.” You turn to him. “When? I didn’t see you.”

Feitan huffs and kicks the ground lightly. You get up to move the furniture back to place. Your movements are slow and everything seems so much heavier. Everything is swirling right before your eyes. Your head hurts and yet feels so light. Before you meet the ground, Feitan takes you to the couch and lays you down. 

  “I haven’t seen you in so long, little boy…” Those were the last words you say before you drift to sleep. 

Hours later, you wake up at the sound of birds. There is a beautiful blue blanket on you with golden yellow designs. It’s thick and so warm you could stay forever. You’ve never owned anything like this. 

  Slowly you get up and search for Feitan. He’s nowhere to be found much to your dismay. Last night’s conversation still stays with you. He insisted that he says hello all the time. That he sees you regularly, yet, you haven’t seen him at all. 

  The blanket, the wind chime, the medical supplies, the various decorations with stones, paint and if you weren’t smart, you’d say gold. Could Feitan have been the one to give you gifts? Silently watching over you and in his own way, saying hello? You have felt like you were being watched for years. 

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  “Do you understand why I didn’t welcome you?”

“No, and I never will. Now please, leave me alone.” You feel convicted by turning a man of God away, but can he truly be one when he left a child to suffer? You were in the cold, wind, and rain, alone in one of the worst parts of the city. All you had was Feitan, and he was there once in a blue moon. After the rejection from the church, you took it upon yourself to care for others as no one had ever cared for you. Although hurt and afraid, you chose not to spread that toxicity. You decided that no matter the size of change, it still works. 

 However, you will not fall prey to the same people. For instance, that girl you saved and this priest. How can he expect your services with no repentance or atonement? You forgive, but like hell will you forget. 

Damn…you were so sure you were over the pain of your past. That the change you made within yourself and how you treat people so no one else suffers like you, would stick. Alas, all it takes is one person to bring it down. You want to kick yourself because of the regression. Then again, the hostility isn’t your fault.

You walk into the hallway with small statues, stone walls, and large windows. The sun shines brightly through them, making the church seem prettier than it is.

“Please-”

“She said no.” Feitan stands with his hands in his pockets, the sun shining on his pale skin. It has been a few months since the incident with Chrollo. You haven’t seen any of them but have felt eyes on you, which you have deduced was Feitan. However, you learned the truth of the blanket. The name stitched on it belonged to an old clan, the Kurta, that was mutilated, tortured, and murdered by the Phantom Troupe. It disgusts you. The blanket is comfortable but still. 

Feitan, the boy who you taught to tie his shoes, gave you a trophy of his crime. You wanted to burn it, or bury it in the memory of the Kurta, yet you couldn’t. It’s a gift from the one consistent person in your life. Your protector and giver. So, you folded it and put it in a box. 

   Now, here he is like he’s done nothing wrong. Defending you and putting the man that’s been with the city for ages in his place. You’re shocked at his behavior. 

  “Feitan, surely you must understand!” 

“Shut up.” Father Rizole took a step back in surprise. Feitan was one of his regulars, if you remember correctly. This must be a surprise for the aging priest. 

You hum at the scene. Even though the rumors of what the Troupe has done bothers you, it doesn’t mean you aren’t opposed to the benefits. The priest backs up and sighs. 

“If you ever reconsider, please, let me know. We could use your help.”

“I could’ve used it too.” You end the conversation there and leave. Feitan soon follows you. He’s silent on his feet and very fast. Feitan was behind you but his quick feet caught up in less than a second. Now, he walks right at your side. 

“So, you just decide when you want to see me?” 

Feitan shrugs. “I don’t know.” 

Sighing, you turn to him and ask, “What do you need this time?” The lower half of his face is hiding under a plain cowl now. His eyes show all of the emotion needed. “I just hang out.”

  The sun is too hot for this nonsense. Sweat trickles down your face and back, becoming sticky. “So that’s why you’re here, right? I’m shocked.”

Before he can say your name, you continue. “Oh! And let's not forget the little massacre that took place, huh? Yeah, being used to heal your friend from that was really fun.”

“I didn’t.”

 You roll your eyes. “No, just that one guy. That’s who to you, again?”

“Boss.” You scoff at his short answer. Then, you think about the possibility. “Your boss? Then…doing that to the Kurta, wasn’t your idea, was it?”

“No, not mine.” His hands remain in his pockets. His hair blows in the wind slightly. You realize he hasn’t gotten a haircut in a while. 

“If you could, you know, go back in time…would you still do it?”

“Yes.” No hesitation, no thought put into the answer. Just a plain as day answer and a tone that leaves no room for an explanation. 

“So whatever he wants he just gets? As long as it aligns with your twisted mind, right?”

  His eyes grow darker. “I save you.”

You point to the church. “No, no you didn’t. That guy wasn’t going to do anything to me. I had it handled.”

Shaking your head, you go to leave until a hand wraps around your wrist. “Boss takes nen. I didn’t let him.”

  Was that what that was? That tension that day that was suffocating? Remembering that day, you start to form pieces. “Would he hurt you if you didn’t go along with his schemes?”

“No.” 

Well there goes that idea. “Nevermind.”

You try to yank your wrist from his grip, but it’s iron tight. “Let me go!”

“I protect you, always. Bad people here, everywhere. I get dirty for you.” His face is indifferent but his words give it away. The plea for you to understand and realize, dare you say, his devotion to his friends. Does this include you?

Is that what it is? What friendship, this connection is? You are aware of the deeds the Troupe do. You understand why they thought it would be a good idea (somewhat anyway). 

“Thank you, then.” He lets go of your wrist which was grabbed painfully tight. He trades that in for holding your hand instead. You are shocked at first, but if you make it a big deal, he’ll stop. You don’t want him to right now. 

  Not when you feel safe. You still want to kick yourself… and maybe throw in a punch.

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Apparently, the Troupe have gone their separate ways for now. They don’t cling onto each other for a long period of time after a job. It’s better that way since it has a lesser chance of them getting caught. They still hang out from time to time, though. 

For you, you managed to get out of Meteor City after the argument with the priest. Feitan had gone to do another heist with Phinks, if you remember right. You took that moment to skip town. You never wanted to stay in the trash, anyway. 

  And you were right to! Everything you thought of as a child about the world outside was true! Sure, people can be rude and things can be corrupt, but you’re fed and resting. There are bright lights and kind people. It can be clean and the soap smells so good. Just the other day you got to experience a nail salon. Rather than stealing from you, the lady next to you, Jade, talked about her family. Her daughter is Ruby and her wife is Scarlet. Jade and Scarlet want another child. You offered the name Emerald. 

  In Meteor City, you would’ve had to fight. Now, you are making friends and offering beautiful names. It’s a stark contrast that is fully welcomed. 

  The sun is bright and the moon is sometimes round. It doesn’t always attract evil and can sometimes sing such a beautiful melody. There are pearls and diamonds. There are seasonings that make the food taste unbelievably good. It’s all expensive, but infinitely better than Meteor. 

And Nen is a secret here. In the city, many knew about it and used it without discretion. Here it’s different. Like a secret identity for a hero. Your nen in particular isn’t used as much as it was before. Your ability was so tiring. Pretty and incredibly useful, but exhausting nonetheless. 

  It has been a few years since you saw him, but he’s seen you. He found you quickly, too. When you came home from your office job (which you are still ecstatic about, by the way) you noticed a new painting in your house. It was dull and in black and white. The painting is of a few plants that take the center stage. Actually, they’re your nen plants. In the background is what looks like your old city. Piles of rubbish and polluted air in black swirls. There are clouds above and a dark sun barely poking out. 

  It’s sad. Beautiful, but sad. You have wondered what he meant by it. You open the door to your apartment. It’s not much and one day you want to get a house. 

  The keys make a jingle when you set them on the countertop. The apartment is still dark, so you scramble to flip the switch. “Why you leave?”

You scream at the top of your lungs. Standing there nonchalantly is Feitan, who you haven’t had contact with in a hot minute. His hair is even longer than before. He wears a new cowl that has a skull on it over his face. His trench coat looks a little too big for him but he wears it well anyway. 

  “Uh, because I live here? What are you doing here?” You set your bag down and take off your short heels. Although he’s a murderer, you still feel safe with him. 

 He takes slow strides towards you. “ Why? I looked for you and you weren’t there.”

“You knew where I was. I got your presents,” You point to the painting. He hides his face a little in the fabric. “I like it by the way. Did you do it?”

“Shut up.” You sigh and walk into your kitchen. “I’ll make you something to eat.”

 You begin to wash the rice. Your eyes switch from looking down to taking obvious glances at him. Right about now, he should be in his mid twenties. It’s amazing how long you’ve known each other. You remember him as that kid who didn’t know how to tie his shoes and him teaching you about Nen. Time flies so fast when you least expect it. 

  You crack the eggs and whisk them. The sound of the utensil against the bowl and the sizzle of the tomatoes in the pan is all that is heard. Feitan doesn’t make one sound. He opts to stare at you working and even has a glint in his eye which you think could be satisfaction. 

  “Do you still like this, by the way? I remember you snatching it.” You try not to smile at the memory. 

 “I do.” He hovers in your kitchen, just waiting, watching you do all of the work. Stingy bastard. After adding the seasonings, you could have never gotten in Meteor City, you fix him a plate. He happily accepts it and sits down on the floor. 

“I have a tab-” Oh, the memory. Allowing yourself to smile, you sit with him and eat off of his plate. “We’re sharing. ”

 He gives a slight growl but doesn’t do anything. “So, what brings you by?”

“I say hello.” You hum with a mouth full of food. “Well, hello to you too, little boy.”

He gives you a light kick. The two of you finish the plate. Both full, you just lay back and talk. 

“How long are you staying?” 

“Not long.” You’ll miss him. “Running from the cops again?”

“Need to hide out for a bit.” You nod, accepting his answer and that your connection will probably always be sweet moments. “It’s nice to have you here, even only for a moment.”

  Feitan taps you again with his foot. “I’m always here. I say hello all the time.” You know and are fully aware of what he means. His odd little gifts decorate your house. To bones, to rugs, even a china set he stole. It’s routine for him to give you something, even when you don’t see him. 

“Even though you run.” He kicks you again. The more you watch him, the more your chest tightens. He’s the only consistent thing in your life. Everything is fleeting. Your job is new as well as your relationship with your coworkers. But there is a line with them. Feitan is different.

  “How long are we going to do this dance?”

“I don’t dance.” You roll your eyes and laugh. “I mean you coming by once in a blue moon.” 

  He shrugs. “I don’t know.” You nod. “Figures.”

He frowns. “What do you mean by that?”

“I mean, that this whole thing is tiring. You come and go like some kind of feral cat.”

  “So?”

You sputter, “ So I don’t appreciate it.” He takes off his long coat and reveals his chest, next goes his shoes. “I sleep here.”

“You can’t use me!” He gets up and goes in the direction of your room. “Feitan!” You pick up his clothes and set them aside. “Do you hear me? I wasn’t done talking!”

  On your bed is a sprawled out Feitan. He looks at you with squinted eyes. “Shut up, I’m trying to sleep.”

  Like always, he makes himself at home. You sigh, giving up on trying to talk to him. “Move over.” 

  He scoffs and reluctantly moves out of your way. You feel him tense up as you lay down. “This is my bed. I can sleep here.”

  You face each other as you lay down. Neither of you say anything about how close you are. This is probably the closest you’ve ever been since you helped him tie his shoes the second time. You feel his eyes on you, making you nervous. “Stop staring at me.”

  “Never sleep with someone in a while.” You know. The last time was with you, no doubt. At the time, you didn't think about it, if you remember correctly. It's hard to tell since it's been so long. 

“The couch is that way.” He smacks his lips. “No, you go.” You open your eyes. 

“Like I said, this is my bed.” Feitan doesn’t say anything about your ownership. Instead, he’s honest with you. “I’m tired.”

  Instantly, you start to feel a little bad. In the city, no child was ever able to fully sleep. It was too dangerous, especially in the more dangerous districts. Him being honest about his state, you take it as a step. 

  “If you want to, I’ll be on the lookout.” His hands are next to yours. You grab them, just like he did those few years ago. “You can sleep now, Feitan.” 

  You don’t know when, don’t know how either, but you two do end up sleeping. His eyes are closed and his breath even. Your eyes flutter open and see that he’s got slight dark under eyes and his mouth leaking drool. Feitan looks peaceful, sleepy, like he hasn’t done this in a while. 

  The next morning, he’s gone with no evidence he was even there.

_________________

  You watch on the tv screen above the bank about the attack on York New, a city not too far from you. The attack happened a few days ago but it’s still in the headlines. You don’t blame them, to be honest. It was an insane event that over two thousand people died! 

  You cling onto your boyfriend’s arm. He touches your hand reassuringly. His watch gleams in the moonlight and his suit is perfectly pressed. He's the entire package, he’s perfect. A good job, good manners, an honest man, and treats you well, too. He always holds the chair out for you and gets up when you leave the room. Just like a true gentleman. 

  When you first met, it was a classic coffee shop romance. Then it blossomed into a romantic and expensive dinner, the movies, a nighttime walk in the park, all of the classic dates. In every single one of them he was the perfect gentleman, the perfect man. You like him and how he treats you. How consistent he is. He's the type of man you can rely on. 

  Nevertheless, there is a bothersome voice in the back of your head that reminds you of someone he just isn’t. He’s not Feitan Portor. You don’t feel the contentment Feitan gives when the two of you sleep. You don’t study your boyfriend’s features like you did Feitan.

Dammit, why are you thinking of him? He’s not around and you haven’t seen him in what? Two or three years? So why think of him now. Plus, you haven’t received a gift or a ‘hello’ from him. For all you know, he could be dead.

  “Are you alright?” You wake from your thoughts and look at your boyfriend. His hair is dark, blending in with the night. Eyes kind and green, a Grecian nose, and average sized lips revealing a dazzling smile. Not only is the very essence of him suave, but his looks are also perfect. Tall and handsome, well dressed and a smooth voice. 

It's just that one five foot one pest that won’t get out of your head. 

  “Y-yeah just…it’s all so shocking. York New is literally over there.” You point past the river where more tall buildings reside in the distance.

“I know, I know.” He brings you in close to him. He places a kiss on your head. “Don’t worry, nothing will happen to you.” 

Suddenly, the newscaster stops mid sentence and gasps. Before you know it, the Phantom Troupe have been named the offenders that caused all of this. Two thousand people. Feitan, did you really kill that many people?

“I would like to go home. I don’t feel the greatest.” He rubs your arm, you still being tucked into his side. Your excuse was a lie to cover the gnawing feeling towards Feitan and his deeds. Although the Phantom Troupe’s original intentions were from a decent stand point, it seems they’ve lost their way. Feitan has lost his way. 

  The gifts have stopped coming, him no longer saying hello. After the last time, when you made him familiar food and sat in a comfortable silence, he disappeared. This time, there was something about it that hurt. Like he didn’t want to come around. He didn’t want to say hello anymore. Or perhaps, he died which if confirmed, you would ache beyond help. 

  “The Phantom Troupe is dead.” The newscaster said. The crowd gasped, shocked that the most feared criminals in the world are gone. Did you jinx it? Curse the little boy who needed you to tie his shoes. The boy who liked your cooking and made sure you rested. Had strong faith in you, never doubting. Protected you from the shadows and held your hand. 

  Is he really gone? 

You hide your face in your boyfriend’s jacket. Tears stream from your eyes at the thought of his grave. With the Troupe, his friends dead, you’d be the only one to truly mourn him. To remember his name beyond his violence. 

You clutch your chest. “Are you okay? Does your chest hurt?” He grabs you by your shoulders, making you face him. He’s such a kind, decent man. But he’s not Feitan Portor. 

  “I just need to rest. I’ll call you tomorrow.” You give him a chaste kiss goodbye. Once he leaves, your chest hurts even more. You slide down as you look around at all the menace’s little gifts. The painting, the skull, the windchimes, everything he’s given you. Why, oh why, couldn’t you stay here long enough for your gift, Feitan?

Wait, what could you have given him anyway? He’s a thief that takes what he pleases and has nothing to wish for. 

You lay on your couch and put your arm over your face. The tears refuse to stop for even just a second. You don’t know what you’re crying harder for. Feitan or the confusing feelings for him. Now that he’s gone, you can’t properly tell him. How can you explain it? 

  It’s heavy on your chest and tightens it. You want to feel his body heat no matter how hot the day is. There are no small flutters in your stomach at the thought of him. No, it's something in your heart. You want to stare at him, to memorize every feature he has. To hear his soft voice that is just a centimeter away from a whisper. Just melt in his touch, his presence. Wait, why is this happening? You barely knew him! Does that fact even matter though?

 You slip your hand in your underwear, still staring at the ceiling, sniffling at the news of his death. You imagine the future. Seeing him walk into your house and setting his belongings on the table. Wrapping his arms around you and kissing your back. No matter how long you’ve known him, his stature never fails to amuse you. He’d paw at your body, tearing off your clothes. Feitan wouldn’t hesitate to use his hands for your pleasure. 

  You trace your fingers in the direction you think he’d go. Curling your fingers inside, thrusting them in harshly, knowing that he can only be gentle in his own way. Your back arches from the couch. You swear you can smell him and the faint metallic scent that he holds. The feeling of his ragged breath on your cheek you could swear is real. 

  You moan as you take that jump you’ve searched for. Thinking of how good Feitan would make you feel. You're relentless on yourself, still going as strong as he’d be. Adding another finger, going faster and faster on your clit. Your moaning gets louder as the indiscernible amount of time goes on. 

‘ The Phantom Troupe is dead.’

You crash on the couch with one last gasp. The dream of the two of you ends in flames. The house, the passion, the years that go by in that home. Maybe even a child or two. Seeing him in the morning with a groggy voice is gone. Rubbing his eyes and saying he wants more eggs and tomatoes is no longer there.

  What would your gift be to Feitan? Memories? Sex? Food? Nothing fits. He can have those with anyone. 

  You slip yourself out from your underwear. It didn’t distract you. Perhaps if you thought of your boyfriend, it would have. But the feelings you have towards Feitan went beyond physical. What is this? What do you call this?

  Love? Time stops at the realization. It has to be that. That would have been your gift to him. Love. You cover your mouth as you admit it to yourself. 

'I love you Feitan Portor. I won’t forget you. I love your messed up hair and soft voice. For how you didn’t reject me when the world did. I will do the same for you. I’ll look past your torturous ways and miss you anyway. Maybe the world will curse you, but I’ll mourn you. Bury you so no one can spit on you anymore. I love you Feitan. 

   I’m in love with you Feitan Portor. This is my gift to you. For you to know that you will not be forgotten even though I never got to tell you, to thank you for everything. For leaving the baseball bat with me to protect myself. For painting that picture for me. All of the little gifts you thought I’d like, too. Thank you for protecting me from the priest and the wolves that hunted me every day when we were young.'

You stare at the ceiling till the earliest of mornings. It’s still dark, still heavy with the night sky. There’s some rumbling in the distance, a flash of light in the sky. You don’t bother to confirm anything. 

Just as you close your eyes, the window opens with a creak. You move your eyes to see the figure before you. The darkness covers it, only leaving the silhouette. “Why cry?”

You squint, trying to make out the features.  “Are you real?”

“Very.” It must be a lie. A cruel humor the world has. “Stop crying.” 

“I can’t. Not when you sound like him.” The figure cocks his head, that much you can see with the flash of lightning behind him. “Him?”

“Someone who can’t tie his shoes.” Your lip wobbles again. “I can tie them now.” The moon glows enough to show his face now as he steps up to you. Feitan’s delicate features peek out from his cowl. 

 You shake your head in denial. “It’s not real. It can’t be. You’re dead, Fei.” Your voice is hoarse from your sobs. 

  He looks shocked at your words. The man who looks like Feitan smacks your feet off the end of the couch so he can sit. 

“I’ll miss you Feitan Portor.” The longer you stare at the imaginary man, the more you hurt. “Well, stop.”

  He roughly wipes away the tears. “Ugly when you cry.” His face is close to yours. Since he’ll be gone by the time you come to your senses, you grab his face and kiss him. He sharply inhales, not expecting your sudden decision. 

  He growls against your lips, “Stupid brat.” 

  He feels real. He smells real, familiar too. You tell him such and with furrowed brows and a strong grip of his hand, he grabs your jaw and makes you look at him. “I’m real, you idiot.”

“They said you died…” You comb his hair through your fingers. It’s real, he's real . So, what’s going on? Before you can ask him, he cradles you. “Stop crying or I’ll go.”

  Your lips wobble at his threat. Rather than listening to it, you hug him. He nestles on top of you, hips placed between yours. He’s light, lighter than you thought so it isn’t a bother.

  “You’re so ugly when you cry. Don’t cry.” He holds you closer and kisses your head. Against your ear, you feel his lips move. You can’t tell what he’s mouthing. When the two of you comfortably slept those years ago, that was the closest you’ve been. Now, this beats that record. Face to face, body to body, and sharing breaths. 

  After a few moments of thunder and lightning, he kisses you gently. Not at all like the desperate one like before. Realistically, you know these feelings you have for him seem fake. You’ve only had a few moments with him. So, why are they so significant? Are they with him too? Is it possible that love can blossom quickly?

  Gentle kisses turn passionate, never wanting to separate. Little nibbles on the right places and sucks on all of the best ones. Clothes leave, not wanting to get between the two friends, those who dance around each other. For the first time, they meet. 

His hands reach your throat as he kisses you, making sure to give it a light squeeze. His weight is still on you, not hurting in the slightest. Feitan makes sure his hand reaches below and swirls his thumb on your bud. You gasp, surprised you were right about how he’d do it. Every ministration he does is exactly how it was pictured. Your hands don’t compare to it. Not by a long shot. 

  Despite his size, his hands are still bigger than yours. They reach deeper than you and are thicker too. In no time, you come, the bliss lasting a good minute before he sheathes himself inside. His thickness is more than you thought. It’s a bit of a stretch, but in a good way. 

  His gasps quicken with every thrust. You can tell that you're being loud, way louder than when you touched yourself. Feeling the rush and strength of his movements has you claw his back in ecstasy. He groans at the sensation. Finally, after this time of passion and intimacy, you both hold each other as you fall off of that cliff.

  Feitan looks into your eyes. With a softness that no one in the world could’ve predicted the torturer of the Phantom Troupe to have, kisses you. “Don’t cry anymore. Don’t cry.”

 “It’s hard not to when I know you’ll leave.” Silently, Feitan removes himself from inside you. It’s become routine, so you expect him to walk out. He lays back down, his head on your stomach. You run your fingers through his hair. He needs a haircut. 

--

 You wake up, not realizing that you went asleep in the first place. Before you can get up, you feel pressure on your stomach. Feitan rests on you still, eyes completely closed and his face peaceful. The two of you are naked and the only source of heat is each other. As much as you want to wrap your arms around him, you know he’ll react negatively or at least flinch. 

  Soon after, he stretches and rubs his face against your stomach. Like before, he drooled in his sleep. “Good morning.” 

He grunts in response and sits up on his heels. It takes him a moment to remember the night before. His eyes widen as he looks you up and down, making you highly aware of your current state. You cover yourself with a blanket draped over the couch. 

  “I have to go.” Ah, right. He’s a cat. 

He gets dressed. Once he has his boots on, you see him tie them the way you taught him. “Proud of you. You finally learned huh?”

 “Brat.” You laugh a little at him. Once he’s done you ask, “Will I ever see you again?"

He cradles your face. “I come back.” You nod, holding back tears. He studies your face and settles on your eyes. He must have realized that you were trying not to cry. His hands still remain on your face as he kisses you. He lingers there for a minute. A parting kiss, a meaningful one. 

  Something tells you that this feral cat isn’t going away anytime soon. That he’ll always be constant and you won’t be totally alone. A companion you won’t see everyday and only for a night. 

 This is the gift you’ll give him. You’ll be home for him. 

___________________

Months later, news about the Chimera Ants came out. You had already broken up with your boyfriend and heard he had left town to avoid them. Of course, you followed suit and got the hell out of there. 

  Without any plan, you moved back to Meteor City, where you thought that they wouldn’t be. Alas, that was stupid. You made a home base in the residential area. Not knowing that Meteor City was plagued by the wretched beasts. 

  By God’s grace, you managed to avoid them due to you being in the residential district. News that the Phantom Troupe were home to fight them ran rampant. The thought of Feitan made you nervous and you don’t know why. 

  Suddenly, right as you put away your dishes, the door opened. You grabbed a knife and faced the intruder. Standing there was the Phantom Troupe, who once again, barged into your home like they owned the place. 

  “What the hell?” You shout. The first one is Phinks with a wide smile. “There she is! Fei, I found her!”

  You put your hand on your hip. “Seriously, what are you doing her-you’re dragging in mud, take off your shoes!”

 “It’s only a little.” Phinks pouts. “I don’t care! You don’t live here.” 

Phinks and his friends grumble as they do as they’re told. The last one to enter the house is Feitan, who is notably holding his left arm. Without being told, he removes his shoes. 

  “Feitan…” He hasn’t faced you yet. “What happened to your arm?” 

“I’m injured too, (Y/n)!” The smiling boy with round eyes whines. You have no idea what his name is. Only that he and the rest are in Feitan’s gang. 

  “Alright, let me see.” He lays down on your clean table and says, “It’s all over. I need the full treatment!” 

  “Ugh, fine.” You grumble under your breath about the disrespect and your poor table. Finally, Feitan sits on one of the pushed aside chairs. He says, “I need it too.”

  “Big babies.” 

You heal the biggest cry baby completely. The blond, whose name you now know as Shalnark, stretches. “If it weren’t for you, I would’ve been hurting all day!”

  Rolling your eyes, you turn to Feitan who has been silent. He holds out his arm for you. You take the limb and inspect it. 

 “Completely shattered.” He grunts in agreement. He stares into your eyes and gives you a familiar slight smile. You notice that his friends are quiet, not a sound or word among them. 

“You guys alright?” You ask. The girl shakes her head yes and ‘whispers’ to the rest. “Should we leave them alone?”

  “Probably.” A mummy with boxing gloves answers. You’ve never seen him before in your life. 

“Uh, we’ll check the place out. Y’know, make sure it’s safe.” Shalnark shoos the little kid out and into a separate room, your bedroom. “We’ll clear this out in case you guys need it!”

  You huff and roll your eyes. Feitan’s cheeks are red and he’s glaring daggers at his friends. The girl goes outside with the remaining three to check the area. You and your feral cat are alone. 

“What are they checking for? I’m in a residential area.” 

“Ants.” 

  “They’re here? In the safe zone?” You begin to panic until he grabs your hand. “You’re safe now. They’re not in the city anymore.”

“Wha-how? What’s going on?”

  He pinches you lightly, encouraging you to heal his wounds. “Oh, right, right.” Flowers of all colors circle around. They begin to smooth over Feitan’s wounds. You take a second to wipe the blood off of his lip, letting there be some room for the petals to go. 

“How’s the other guy look?”

“She's toasted.” You smile. “Atta boy.”

  He’s healed, the petals and flowers disappear. You lick your lips at the sight of his bare chest. You didn’t notice before due to the audacity of these heathens barging in. 

  His heart rate quickens. “You leave again.”

You nod. “Yeah, yeah I did. I had to, Fei. the Chimera Ants invaded. I had to run.”

“With your boyfriend?”

You let out a small gasp. “ No. How do you know that?” He crosses his arms and leans back in the chair. “You lie.”

“I didn’t lie to you. I just never said anything.”

  “Words of a liar.” You scoff at him. “I did not lie to you. I lied to him. You don’t have any business with our relationship.”

At first, he was looking at his lap. Those grey eyes of his immediately found a new target to glare at. “You’re not with him anymore. ”

“No. Why does that matter?” He begins to tap his foot lightly. “Why did you break up?” 

  “You hungry?” You start to get up until you’re tugged down. “Why?”

When you don’t answer, he whispers in your ear. “Because I fucked you?” Your face is so warm. 

“If we run, we can still make it out.”

“Why are we running?” A small voice asks.

“Because I think they need the room.” 

“Will you two shut up?!” You are two seconds away from running out of your own damn house. You stand and his hands hold you by your hips. “Tell me why you leave him?”

  “Because of you.” It’s embarrassing to tell him your feelings. Hopefully, he can read your mind or something and shut up. He sighs and stands, walking over to you without a hitch. He kisses you. 

  “That’s what you get for lying.” He’s not remorseful or even boastful. Feitan takes your answer in stride. “No more leaving. Stay so I can find you.”

“You’ll always find me, remember?”

______________

Time after that, you were stuck in charge of Chrollo’s lover or something. She’s not too bad but clearly traumatized. Anytime you’d tell her to go with you, she’d look shocked. Like she was surprised she could leave. You were suspicious of her relationship with Chrollo. Something didn’t sit right with you whenever he or Feitan came up. She’d tense up. She never talked about it either. From what you understand with the little information you have, is that she was a former member that raised an orphan and that Chrollo loved her immensely. Perhaps too much.

  From what you know, there was a big showdown on the Dark Continent and the boat that was taking a voyage to the fake one. The Phantom Troupe were on that one at first, fighting Hisoka Marrow. He was a sore loser that got humbled and decided to attack again. 

  Amazingly, only a few died. You didn’t want to know the details or anything. You can’t go through that again. So, after that news, you and Chrollo’s lover parted ways. She went on to find a kid she raised. You, on the other hand, decided to settle out of Meteor City. This was almost a year ago.

  You have an apartment now in the town where you and your boyfriend lived, right next to York New. It’s basic, not fitting any aesthetic or anything. The good thing about it is that it’s bigger than your first one. It’s two bedroom and has a good price. 

   Feitan hasn’t reappeared. It tore you to shreds. You’ve managed to piece yourself together bit by bit, but you are a hollow version of yourself. Surviving and not enjoying the little things you used to. You even saw Jade, Scarlet, Ruby, and the new child, Emerald. Even that heartwarming moment didn’t fulfill you. However, it was the first time you smiled in a while. 

  You stir the food in the pot. Since it’s a little chilly, you made soup. You put the lid over the pot, letting it cook. There’s a knock on the door. You open it and see the man you’ve waited for. 

  Feitan is in dark clothing and has a large scar on his face. There’s no cowl over him, or a large trench coat. His hands are in his pockets, and he looks at you expectantly. You realize that you’ve just been standing there, you move to let him in. Once again, he makes himself at home. 

  “How’ve you been?” 

“You leave again.” He states bluntly. His eyebrows are furrowed and has a frown on his face. 

“Bold of you, very bold.” You move around him. “Why did you go?”

“Because I’d never stay in that city forever. The Ants were gone, the world settled. So why couldn’t I? That place is gross anyway.”

  He sits on the barstool and cracks his neck. You ask a question right after he sits. “How long you here for?”

You don’t know why you asked that. He’ll only be here for a moment. A while ago, you had made the decision to accept it as your gift to him. To love and mourn him when the world won’t. When news about the Phantom Troupe hit, you couldn’t bear to hear it. Their trip to the fake Dark Continent, then their corrected course to the right one, ended in a battle with them facing Hisoka and Illumi and everything else over there. 

  It was too hard for you to think about. That doesn’t mean you didn’t mourn and that you’ve snapped out of it.

   “For good.” 

You look up into his eyes. For the first time in a long time, he’s smiling with soft eyes. You see that he has a dimple on his left cheek. “W-what about-”

“Done for a while. Maybe forever. I know I’m staying.”

   “But your friends, where are they?” He shrugs even though you see the tension. “Separate. We split for a bit.” 

  He rubs his shoulders nervously. “Can I stay with you?” 

“Wow, you’re asking? Shocked.” You tap on the counter. The weight you’ve been carrying is lightened. “Feitan?”

“Yes?” He gets off of the stool and makes his way around the counter. “You know how you give me all those gifts?”

  He nods his head. “Well, this is my gift to you, Feitan Portor. You can stay as long as you like.” 

  He wraps his arms around you. He’s hugging you. This time, you aren’t afraid to hold him back and squeeze. Maybe, just maybe, this is what home is? 

  If the Phantom Troupe resurrects, at least you know he’ll always come home. That you two will be a constant force for each other. No matter if it does or doesn't, you two aren't dancing but admitting things you couldn't. This is home, a gift for each other.  

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[ash5monster01]

More Than You Know

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader(Plus-size!)

Warnings: fat shaming, body image issues, swearing, angst, lots of yelling, fluff

Summary: You had liked Steve since the day you met but you never entertained the idea of being with him because you figured a popular guy like him would never date a girl your size. Coming to terms with this didn’t mean you’d stop defending him in a world full of ungrateful girls. So you reach your breaking point when you’re sick and tired of watching girls miss out on something that would be so good for them. Thing was, Steve heard everything you had to say.

word count: 2047

Masterlist

“Looking good today Lola” you could practically see the smirk on Steve’s face from the sound of his voice. Looking up you saw his eyes trained on the blonde beside you, who had yet to put returns you had finished rewinding back on the shelf, her nail file much to important.

Lola Grant was everything you were not. Blonde, primp, perfect. Steve loved her for all of those things including her tiny waist. You on the other hand hated her for all of those things. She wore dresses with flower patterns and you still wore the same tattered converse, ripped and worn in all the best ways. Your jeans and Motley Crue T-shirt didn’t compare. You were not the same.

“Thanks Stevie” you hated the nickname, especially how it brought a smile the shaggy haired boys face.

“I was wondering if you were free Friday night, I’m having a movie night with the kids and was wondering if you wanted to join?” you had lost count of all the attempts Steve had made to ask the girl out. There had to of been a billion by now.

“Sorry Steve but that sounds pathetic spending Friday night with underage kids” she sneered, meanness dripping from her tone. Steves smile faltered only slightly and despite how much you hated him for still trying he was still your friend.

“Then what’s your ideal date Lola?” your tone was sharp, accusatory, and just plain angry that she couldn’t see how great a guy he was. Not that she deserved him anyway.

“A fancy dinner, wine, making out in a movie theater, third base in the back of a BMW. Nothing to do with babysitting” she responded promptly. Steve hummed with satisfaction, a dopey grin on his face. The sentence immediately making him forget how rude she was in the first place. His mind now only in the backseat of a BMW.

“Classy” you quipped, and she offered a forced smile but knew you were judging her. Yet a girl like you didn’t really get under her skin. How could you when you guys weren’t even in the same league of girls.

“We could do something else, maybe a movie?” you didn’t hide the roll of your eyes as Steve tried again.

“Maybe another time Stevie, I’m busy this weekend” a lie and you knew it, and maybe he did too. Finally picking up the stack of tapes you rewinded she moved off to place them on shelves.

“Get real Steve” you snipped, the moment she was out of ear shot.

“What’s your deal?” he asked and you shook your head, amused he couldn’t see how shitty she was.

“My deal is that girl sucks, you’ve got so much more going for you” you said pushing a new tape into the machine and hitting rewind. Steve moved behind the counter, taking Lola’s previous spot.

“She doesn’t suck, she’s cool and hot. Hard to get but I don’t give up” he smirked as he crossed his arms and you groaned, annoyed that he was so blinded by her fake appearance. She was nothing more than a girl who peaked in high school and Steve was so much more.

“She’s not cool nor is she hot. Don’t you ever think? If she actually had anything going for her she wouldn’t still be stuck here working in a video store” your anger caused the words to rattle out and Steves face dropped.

“Wonder what you think of me then?” you instantly realized your mistake and began shaking your head. You wished Robin wasn’t at school and was here to defend you.

“That’s not what I meant Steve-” but he was already shaking his head in offense and pushing himself off the counter.

“It’s exactly what you meant Y/N” he spoke harshly, hurt by his friend and the words you had spoke as he walked into the back room. Sighing you dropped your head on the counter, upset you pissed him off.

“What’s wrong? Did he deny you?” Lola chuckled as she returned to the counter now free of VHS tapes. Lola viewed life as a social ladder. She was on the top, Steve right below her, which is why she never dated him, and you were all the way on the bottom. She was out of Steve’s reach but you were miles away.

“No Lola, thanks for having faith in me” sarcasm laced your tone as you lifted your head.

“How could I have faith in you, you’ve never had a date in your life” she chuckled, annoyed you gave her so much crap when she saw you as absolutely nothing. She didn’t even think Steve should be talking to you.

“Shut up Lola” you spoke, not wanting anymore shit, already angry enough.

“You want to know why you haven’t had a date Y/N?” Lola expression turned menacing as she moved towards you, mean girl genes firing through her bones. “Because you’re fat, and weird, and no guy is attracted to that”

“You know what?” normally Lola would get to you, break your heart and allow tears to pool in your eyes. But today was your breaking point. She could treat you as badly as she wanted but you were done with her treating Steve like that.

“What?” her amused expression didn’t falter as she waited for some lame comeback bound to fall from your mouth.

“You’re a bitch Lola. Nothing more than a washed up high school mean girl. You’re gonna spend the rest of your life in this God forsaken town, running though men like their a God damn marathon, until you end up stuck with some creepy old man who knocked you up, and you’ll never be anything more than that girl from high school absolutely everyone hated” Lola was shocked as you continued to raise your voice at her, alerting Steve from the back room.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about” Lola began to shake her head but you were beyond angry now, laughing as you approached her. Steve moved to the door, listening to everything you both said.

“Yes I do, because everyday you treat Steve like shit when he thinks you’re the best thing on earth. Do you know how crazy that is? Steve is the greatest guy I know. He cares for so many people when he doesn’t even have to, including me, he even drives Robin to school everyday even if he doesn’t have to be up for work, because he’s such a great guy. He’s the kind of guy who would treat you right and every day for no fucking reason you tell him no” Lola opened her mouth to speak but you quickly held up a hand, not done with your spiel.

“Not to say you deserve a guy like that because you don’t, and twenty years from now, while your holding your child on the porch of your trailer home, you’re gonna be wishing you said yes to him. Every day I hope he’s gonna walk through those doors and ask me out instead because I know what he’s worth. He may be way out of both our leagues but at least I appreciate him. The only reason he still asks you is because you are the skinny, pretty girl, and that fucking stings. Yet I guess that’s how this cruel world works. So leave us both the fuck alone from now on” heavy breaths left your mouth as you finished, Steve having heard the whole thing, shocked to hear such passion come from you.

“Okay, I’m sorry” Lola muttered, before rushing from behind the counter. “I’m gonna take off, my shift is up anyway”

“Bye” you snipped, and she wore a guilty expression as she quickly collected her things and fled the building. You dropped your head back on the counter, now worked up from the drama. Steve finally walked out the back room, knowing Lola was gone.

“You think I ask her out because she’s prettier than you?” your shoulders tensed at his voice, not realizing he heard the whole thing. “Because you’re way prettier than her”

“Don’t lie to me right now Steve, guys don’t date big girls like me” you looked up as you shook your head at him. Steve didn’t care the enthuse the idea.

“I never asked you out because I thought you were too good for me” you furrowed your eyebrows as he continued to talk anyway. Steve had always thought you were pretty and on top of that you were also the best person he knew.

“I’m nothing special and you’re kinda the coolest person I know. I ask Lola out because she’s the kinda girl I’m gonna end up with, not because of her looks compared to yours. I’m just not good enough for you” you scoffed, not believing a word because you truly had never heard kind words like this before. It was also hard to believe he could feel like same way you had all this time, used to people avoiding you because of your size.

“I’m not looking for the you’re not fat, you’re beautiful speech. You weren’t supposed to hear what I said. So can we just drop it” you said turning away from him, uninterested in this lame attempt at making you feel better. You had accepted your fate a long time ago.

“You are beautiful Y/N. Fuck, why can’t you see that? I never asked you out because you were the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen and I didn’t want to ruin that” tears pooled in your eyes because if you let yourself believe him and it wasn’t true you weren’t sure you’d ever recover.

“You’re a great guy Steve, you wouldn’t ruin anything. I would” Steve’s heart warmed because he heard how you had defended him like that. Not even he thought he was so great and apparently you noticed him more than he thought you did.

“Thank you for defending me, and it made me realize that I do deserve someone who would defend me like that. So go out with me Y/N, and not just because of this whole thing, because I’ve wanted to date you since the day we met” you shook your head, the tears now falling down your face.

“Steve if you hurt me, I just can’t. I wouldn’t be able to handle it” Steve felt his heart break as he looked at you. Really looked at you and he felt terrible he had never made you realize how amazing you were in the first place. He was selfish staying away because you deserved to be shown you were just as beautiful as any girl Steve had dated.

“Let me prove you wrong” he said gripping your arms and you looked up at him, tear filled eyes, and he felt the wind get knocked out of him from the look in your eyes. The fact he never realized you loved him back before was shocking because he could see it written all over your face.

“Okay” you muttered and before you could even react he tugged your lips against his. Arms gripping you for dear life and your eyes were wide as you realized what he had done. He had kissed you and you had never even expected it. Then you realized how soft his lips were, how he tasted like cherries, and his warm mouth soothed every ache in your heart. Your hands gripped his shirt as you settled into the kiss, relaxation taking over you, eyes fluttering shut as he moved to wrap his arms around you. If you had known yelling at Lola would make Steve Harrington kiss you like this you would’ve done it a lot sooner. You weren’t even fully sure you were supporting yourself anymore, knees weak from the fire he has ignited in your stomach.

“Holy shit” Steve panted as he pulled away, a dopey smile on his face, because he had never felt like that from kissing a girl before.

“I know” you panted right along side him and he let out a giddy chuckle, moving to pull you back into his arms.

“I may not deserve you but after that I’m not going down without a fight”

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Chocolate roses

18+ viewer discretion advised

fem!reader/toji fushiguro Warnings: aphrodisiac, divorced Toji, mama-guro POV, make-up sex, creampie, breeding kink, squirting, pussy eating, fingering, doggy style, nipple play, make out, fluff, a bit of angst, the reader is in her thirties and Toji is like forty :/ Word count: 4577 words DESC: Your ex-husband Toji shows up unannounced to surprise your kids after school! At 10 AM! And some things go down when he eats chocolate meant for a bachelorette party and not him.

PSA this is inspired by the lovely I Always Come Back by HXLTIC that I read at 3 AM. This is not proofread although my friend was reading along so we ball ^-^

When Toji Zenin showed up at your door, the first thing you wanted to do was slam it shut in his face. But… the father of your children? You couldn’t bear to do that to him. So instead you heard him out. 

“I wanted to surprise Tsumiki and Megumi when they came home from school,” was all your ex-husband said with a casual shrug of his shoulders. His shirt was black and too tight for his well-built body. That was one thing you missed, but it was too early to think about running your hands up his chest. 

Instead, you turned your head to the side to peer behind him on your porch. It was a sunny day and only 10:03 AM. School typically got out at 2:30 and knowing your kids they’d be doing all sorts of extracurriculars, pushing their arrival home back by another two hours. 

God! Why did he want to come so … early? It would be about four hours of pure torture with the man you once swore you’d devote your life to. But things were different. Your vows were broken on both ends and you weren’t proud to admit it but a lot of the fall of your marriage was your fault. You had decided to go back to work and force your husband to stay home and watch the kids. He didn’t mind he enjoyed spending his mornings watching little Gumi and Miki. 

But then you started coming home later and later, dodging his kisses and calls in favor of making money. You lost sight of your marriage and he left you for it. If you truly admitted to yourself, you missed him. You missed him so much. But how could you tell him that? It had been five years since your divorce and the last thing you could do was call him crying trying to mend it. 

Toji had his walls up and you didn’t blame him. If the roles were reversed you would’ve done the same thing. 

“I don’t know…” You trailed off, looking down at the oversized orange cardigan you had bought at a local shop a few years back, “They won’t be back until the mid-afternoon.” Your voice took an unsure tone and your hands took to mess with the ends of your knitted sweater.

Toji always liked that on you and you could tell he still did. While he had his walls up he didn’t exactly hide his gaze. It slowly trailed up your body but not in a sexual way this time. In more of a familiar way. You hadn’t stopped this long to talk to him in a few years. Every time you’d see each other you were too embarrassed to speak to him for more than a minute. I mean, your failed marriage was your fault, right?

“I think you’ve been avoiding me,” Toji rested one hand on the frame of the door and the other on the door itself, pushing it forward with one strong movement, “You don’t have to be embarrassed. It was almost six years ago, I’m over it.”

Your eyes narrowed. Was it that obvious on your face? Could he just read all the emotions coming off of you? All the shame and regret he didn’t get to see because you were too busy waving him off. 

Without saying anything else your ex-husband pushed past you and plopped himself down on your white couch, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it to the side. He stretched out his legs and arms without looking back at you. Instead, he was focused on the decorations. It had been so many years since he was invited inside. With every year more regret and shame built up in your mind, so you stopped inviting him inside. 

“Yeah just… make yourself at home,” you sighed, walking to pick up his jacket. But then you stopped yourself and let out a breath. If he said he was over it then the least you could do was make it less awkward. Offer him something to drink?

“Do you want something to drink? Tea or lemonade?” You raised an eyebrow, motioning to the open-concept kitchen you had opted for, which differed from the one you two used to share. 

The raven-haired male glanced over towards the kitchen and one-half of his mouth turned upwards in a lopsided smirk, “You have any beer?” 

You blinked a few times as the request registered in your mind, “Toji it’s almost 10:30.”

“Fine,” he waved a hand and stood up, walking straight past you as if he had owned and built the place himself. He strolled up to the fridge and opened it, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes at the limited options, “I’m kinda hungry too… you don’t mind do you?” 

With that, a smile appeared on your face. For once Toji wasn’t very tense and for once you weren’t either. Maybe he was really over it, or at least somewhat over it. Or… maybe he was trying to move past it and make amends. Maybe coming over today so early was his way of saying “It’s okay, let’s move on together.” It was mature of him, something you never thought you’d think about Toji. He was mature. 

He noticed your smile and nodded, taking that as a yes to the fact you didn’t mind. Maybe your relationship was going to change for the better. 

“I bought Megumi and Tsumiki some rollerskates,” you began turning and walking to sit back on the couch. You didn’t want to hover over your ex-husband and he could pick his food himself. Besides, it was nice to talk as if no time had passed. 

“Am I gonna have to teach them how to skate?” Toji asked, with his head stuck inside the fridge rummaging around. There had to be something in there that he would like. After you divorced you stopped buying the things he liked, so maybe he wouldn’t find anything after all. 

You thought for a moment before nodding, like he could see you, “I think it would be a good bonding activity.” As you spoke your ex-husband came and sat down a foot away from you on the opposite side of the couch. 

He was munching on something you hadn’t bothered to glance over to inspect. Well you didn’t mind, he was the father of your children so if he ate your snacks it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the entire world.

You two sat in silence for a moment. You grabbed the remote and opted to play an old show you were both familiar with but didn’t have the energy to fully commit to. The silence was nice. It was comforting to sit next to someone who you once loved. Well… you still did love him but he didn’t need to know that. It was nice to pretend that nothing had changed and you were back to normal. 

“These chocolates are weird…” Toji murmured, wiping his mouth with the back of his right hand. Then he got up to go to the sink and wash his hands. 

Chocolates? Well, there were only a few chocolates in the fridge. Some you got as a Valentine's Day gift from Megumi, then some you had bought for a bachelorette party. But those were hidden away in the butter container on a high shelf, so none of your kids found them.

The special chocolates had some aphrodisiacs in them and for some weird reason, the bride-to-be requested you brought them for her. Something about a last day of freedom. Whatever it was you shrugged and did so. The packaging said you were supposed to keep them refrigerated and then in twenty to thirty-five minutes they would work. 

“Were they good? Megumi picked them out for me,” you looked back at him as he washed his hands. There was a different aura about your ex-husband as he stood washing his hands. His body was stiff and his muscles looked a bit tense.

He glanced back at you with a faraway expression before nodding and swallowing visibly, “They tasted a little weird, but eh,” Toji shrugged and sat down on the couch again. This time, though, just a bit closer than before. He crossed one of his legs, in a manly way, resting his ankle on his knee and bouncing the resting leg.

“Weird? Were they expired?” You frowned and stared at the TV. You never understood the hype of 1990s sitcoms but it was something better than sitting in more silence. With good silence, you always needed something in the background.

Toji blinked a few times as his lips pressed into a firm line. He took a moment to respond with the muscles in his jaw tightening. His eyes darted back and forth between the girl and the man on TV before he replied, “...Yeah.”

You frowned but said nothing else. Hopefully, you didn’t food-poison him. The one time you had your ex-husband over and he got sick? How bad would that look? You shook your head and moved some hair back behind your ear to the best of your ability, trying not to stare. He looked… different. More focused on the TV like it was the most interesting thing in the world. 

Maybe ten minutes had passed before he broke the silence again, “Can we turn on a fan? I’m running hot,” was all he said, but it was different than before. His voice was low, husky, and rasped. When he turned to meet your worried gaze, you were met with a familiar stare. 

He was… horny. 

Your eyes widened at the sudden realization as to what chocolates he ate, and why they tasted so weird. You were married to him for almost a decade of course you knew the exact look and what it meant down to the way he looked at you through a thick row of eyelashes. You knew what that clenched jaw and tightened bicep meant. He was trying desperately not to make a move on someone he swore he was over. 

You turned away and nodded, standing up to turn on the fan from the knob on the wall. As you did so, you felt those eyes penetrating your back and burning holes deep into your skin. Five years of pent-up lust was coming out and being thrown your way. You swallowed and looked back at the wall. You had to say something. Toji probably already knew he had eaten something laced and he was probably mentally freaking out, as much as Toji Zenin could freak out. 

“Toji-” You couldn’t even get a word out before he hissed and threw his head back. 

“Don’t… speak, doll,” he spoke through gritted teeth, “I don’t think these were Gumi’s chocolates, huh?” Was the last thing he managed to say before he used his forearm to wipe off some sweat forming on his brow. 

Just from sitting there for almost twenty minutes, he had looked like he had run a marathon, drenched in sweat and now … panting like a damn dog. It was so attractive you didn’t know what to do. Of course, you still loved him, we’ve established that. You’d do anything to get back with him and get one more chance to prove you aren’t money-hungry. But you wanted to do it if he wanted it, and you wanted to do it if he asked. You couldn’t take advantage of him, even if seeing him this aroused made you wet.

“They’re laced from a bachelorette party,” you explained quietly, slowly inching your way back to the couch to sit as far away from him as possible.

“That why they were in the butter dish?” He asked, staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes. 

“Yes- did you seriously look through my butter dish?” A frown appeared on your lips before you shook your head, “Anyways. I’m really sorry. If you want you can go to the bathroom and … relieve yourself. I won’t judge.”

A few silent seconds passed before Toji moved his head to stare at you. It was pure lust, sure, but mixed into the lust was admiration. It was as if he was staring at you for the first time in a hundred years and seeing you for your soul. No one had looked at you like that, especially not Toji fucking Zenin. 

He blinked a few times and looked away, “Yeah… I should,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his head. Sweat marks lined his black shirt and you swore that they hadn’t been there before. 

“But,” a curious and sly expression came back to face you, “I’ve been missing you.”

You let out a breath, “That’s just the aphrodisiac talking.” 

He raised an eyebrow and moved his leg that had been crossed down to man spread a bit more than he had before. He was hard! Wow almost like we expected that, right audience? You glanced down at his bulge and for a moment you could picture exactly how it looked in your hands. But he cleared his throat and your eyes snapped back to your ex-husbands.

“So the aphro… whatever-s been making me miss you even before today?” 

He… missed you? Toji Zenin, the heartless man you managed to hurt… missed you? The man who divorced you because you cared more about money than your own family… missed you? 

That was the thing that made you realize you had completely soaked your underwear as you felt it uncomfortably cling deep into your cunt. You shifted around and pressed your lips together tightly. 

Of course, you missed him. Of course, you wanted him! Of course, you wanted your family back! 

“You miss me? Even after the shitty things I’ve done?” Your voice was barely above a whisper but you weren’t even sure he heard it over the throbbing of your heart. 

Your ex-husband nodded and looked down at his lap, “I haven’t been with anyone else in almost six years because I thought there’d be a chance you’d come back.” 

The puzzle clicked into your head and in that moment you felt like the most stupid person in the world. It wasn’t you who was waiting for the first move, but it was him. Toji, the one who was forward -the one who started your relationship by approaching you in that bar- wanted you to make the first move. And you were completely blind to see it. 

“I… was too scared to come back after treating you like that. I always thought if you wanted me back, you’d come back,” with that you laughed hollowly, but the laugh was cut short when you felt the couch's weight shift around. 

Within a second Toji was facing you then on top of you. His body hovered over yours with his face just watching you. It was completely different than the sex-hungry Toji you had married. Yeah you loved each other and you had romantic sex, but it wasn’t to this extent. He looked at you with five years' worth of lust and love. He hadn’t been with anyone since you, he hadn’t touched anyone, he hadn’t tasted anyone. Because… he was waiting for you. 

“I’ve been craving you, princess,” he whispered, “I haven’t been able to touch myself without thinking of you…” One of his hands slowly moved to your right side, cupping your waist and sliding to the top of your hip, “I should have never let you go.” 

You nodded slowly, letting one hand snake up to the back of his neck, “I want another chance. I want to make it better.”

Toj breathed out and a laugh followed suit. You had never seen him this incredibly desperate before. You had never seen him stare at you as if you were the only woman in the world and you never wanted it to stop. 

“Make it better and kiss me, doll,” was all he said before you did as he asked. Your lips melded together in a way that they hadn’t in several years. It was instant muscle memory, with his taste and his soft lips making your core ache for penetration. 

But it was different. He didn’t deepen the kiss at first, instead, he took his time to suck on your bottom lip. Toji wanted to taste you and savor you until there was nothing left to taste and savor. He wanted you to intoxicate him until he passed out. Even if he had never taken that aphrodisiac, his feelings would have never changed. Sure, they wouldn’t have been as sexual but where's the fun in that?

You felt a guttural moan pass your lips when he tilted his head to the right to deepen the kiss, and you heard him snicker. God you missed how cocky he would get and it seemed as if nothing had changed. His hands hadn’t changed either. They dipped into the hem of your sweatpants and traced the soft skin of your stomach. 

Toji had always loved how your stomach hung out of your body. It was a sign you had birthed two beautiful joys. And it was a sign you were capable of creating more joy with him and only him. He loved to bite and kiss every stretch mark and mole, every fiber of fat, even if he’d never say it out loud. 

Now he was too busy taking your mouth against his to speak about how beautiful your body was. One of his hands pulled down your sweatpants and the other pulled down your underwear. Your head was swimming from arousal you hadn’t noticed his hands pushing your legs open. But you did notice when he pulled away from your kiss. A trail of slobber dripped from his chin and onto your aching cunt. 

He knew exactly what you liked. I mean, you were married for almost ten years. He knew how delicate you wanted him to start, even if he’d groan and complain while doing it. Toji was always gentle when he began to stimulate your vulva. 

Two fingers ran down your slit before pulling back your lips and letting him use his tongue. Fuck, how you loved it when he fucked you with his long tongue. You didn’t know where he got that magical talent from but you weren’t complaining. Toji’s tongue slid from your clit down into your center, focussing on sliding his tongue back and forth against you. Your breath hitched at the sudden sensation. 

It didn’t take him long before he was circling back and sucking on your swollen clit. His mouth was made from gods and he used it to please you. Your hands trailed up your own body to grab onto one of your breasts. If he wasn’t going to stimulate your nipples then you were going to yourself. One hand slid underneath your cardigan to pinch the pink nub and roll it under your fingers. 

“Toji…mm-fu..fuck,” you breathed out, rolling your hips against his face which was completely stuffed into your pussy. Toji would tell you straight up he enjoyed eating you out for his pleasure, not anything else. Sure, he wanted you to cum, but he wanted to be able to taste you cum even more. 

He wanted to feel you squirt in his face and drink it up. Even if you thought it tasted bad he relished in it. And god did he miss this. He missed playing with your cunt until you were sore. He could just cum from eating you out and Toji was getting close. Just sinking in the tip of his cock in your folds at this rate would completely milk him. 

Toji pulled his face back to wipe off his mouth with the back of his hand, “Do you want me to fuck you… or would you prefer I make you squirt?” His voice was even more perfect than you could’ve remembered, and hearing it through your ringing ears made it more heavenly. 

“...Both,” you whispered, looking down at him with one eye closed and a smile pressed against your lips. 

He blinked a few times then grinned, “That’s my girl,” and he went nose-first into your center. It took him a few seconds to pry one hand from your thighs to pump inside you. At this point, you were accustomed to two fingers being the minimum for Toji, and that’s what he promised. 

Two fingers gently pushed inside of you but didn’t stay gentle for long. The last knuckle on his index and middle finger curled, followed by the second to create a motion he knew would touch your g-spot. Toji slowly moved them in and out, and in and out, and in and out. With each thrust of his hand, it got faster and you could feel a sensation rising in your lower body. 

Toji knew the only way to truly get you close was multiple ways of stimulation. So he’d typically eat you out, finger you, and massage your nipples. Thankfully you were taking care of your breasts which left your pussy to him. He ate you out like a starving man on death row whose last meal was something he hadn’t eaten in ten years with an endless supply. 

The sensation rising in your core hasn’t been talked about enough, huh? You felt it build directly inside your walls, as your G-spot was stimulated. Then it moved further out to your clit, then down your thighs and legs. Before it rushed over your head and made you throw it back in a loud moan. You were getting close and you couldn’t even verbalize it. But Toji knew exactly what to look out for to know when you were close. And he could tell when you were about to squirt. 

And you were about to squirt. 

“T-T…hah fu-fuck Toji,” you groaned, letting go of one of your breasts to grab a fist full of his hair. He didn’t say anything so as not to disrupt the magic he was brewing in your nether regions (ba dum tss). 

He bobbed his head up and down a few times and tempted fate by adding in a third finger. It wasn’t so much that you couldn’t take it, but more so that he knew exactly what it was going to do. Within a few seconds, you gasped and let out a loud moan, with a shudder running through your body. Another shudder and you felt yourself release on him. It was one thing to squirt and not feel it, but it was another to feel the sensation of releasing your liquids. 

It jutted out of your pussy and onto your grinning ex-husband's face. He laughed a bit and wiped his mouth with his forearm, before going down and licking up your juices on your thighs and a bit on your clit. 

“H-hey,” you whimpered, nudging his forehead as he started to eat you out again, “You’re getting distracted…” 

Toji blinked a few times before sitting up and looking down at your shaking body, “Shame this couch is white…” He shrugged, reaching one of his hands out to grab your shoulder. Both hands grabbed your shoulders and gently turned you around so you were lying on your stomach, with a pillow added to your front to make sure you were comfortable. 

You heard a belt unbuckle then some shifting as he undid his pants and then underwear. Toji knew you enough to know you were on birth control, so condoms weren’t a concern of his. You both had a breeding kink, who doesn’t? He loved the feeling of filling you up with his cum until he was completely dry, and it wouldn’t take him very long to finish at this rate. 

“I’m gonna go in,” he whispered, patting your hip. 

Then before you could speak, but let’s be honest you were completely gone by this point, you felt a swollen tip press against your folds. You didn’t even get a moan in before you heard a faint… whimper from Toji. He cleared his throat and thrust in fully, gasping and leaning forward against your body involuntarily. 

“I… haven’t fucked anyone in six ye…years,” he gasped again. Any other movement and he’d cum instantly. So much for hot rough sex. But still, he was determined to fuck you until you came again. 

“Me… either…” You murmured into the couch, letting your eyes close against the wet cushion. A wet cushion you would be dealing with tomorrow. 

“God. I missed you. I missed you so much,” Toji repeated a few more times, straightening his posture and fastening both hands to your hips. He pulled back and slowly began to thrust. Not for your sake but for the fact he wanted to elongate this feeling as much as possible. 

His thrusts got a bit faster and his grip tighter, “...I’m… mm gonna fill y-you with my seed. I-I want anothe…mm fuc-fuck another b…hah…. Baby.” That was all you needed to hear. 

A family, you’d be starting another family together. Too bad you were on birth control. But for now, you could pretend this would be the start of your new family. It turned you on as much as it made you happy. The man you loved, loved, and wanted a family with you. God, that was nice. And what was even nicer was the fact he was beginning to rail you. 

Six years was six years too long. You ached for him to fill you up with fat, hot spurts of his white cum. You wanted him to stuff you to the point where you leaked and cried for it to end. You needed him to impregnate you so you both would be together for the rest of your lives. 

You needed Toji to be yours now. 

Toji was getting close, it was obvious by the way he thrust and the way he cursed. It was sloppier than his typical sloppy strokes and his voice got a bit higher than normal. That’s when you knew he was overstimulated and about to burst at any given moment. You wanted to speak and scream for him to fill you up, but the only thing you could do was mindlessly beg into the air. Neither of you seemed to hear or notice each other's words as he… came. 

You never heard Mr. Zenin full-on whimper until that day. It was clear it came out accidentally from how his hips jutted forward and he pulled you instantly to him. He whimpered out a loud “I love you” and whined as his cum shot out. It filled you up more than you remembered he used to. His whimpers weren’t very high-pitched but they were pathetic. It was the cries from a man who hadn’t fucked in almost six years, and the cries of a man who missed your pussy so much.

If you ever get the chance to make a buff, deep-voiced, grown man whimper, I highly encourage it. 

Toji slid out of your cunt and flopped back onto the couch, leaving you for a moment to lie with your ass in the air. You were so tired you didn’t even notice when he grabbed you from behind and pulled you to his chest. His warm arms wrapped protectively around you and for once you felt as though everything had gone back to normal. 

Toji Zenin would be Toji Fushiguro again. 

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[macklemore1648]

North Shore High

summary: Regina George becomes intrigued by the new girl and wants to know more about her.

being a new student wasn’t always easy, especially when it was your senior year. i didn’t know that walking into my first day of senior year i would run into the queen bitch bee.

“you!” she said with a finger pointing at me. i looked around confused maybe thinking she was talking to someone behind me.

“yes you come here.” i don’t usually listen to people who boss me around or expect they can get any special treatment from anyone, but my legs seemed to have a mind of their own, and next thing i know i was standing right in front of her.

“i um- im new here it’s my first day.” it came out a little bit more quiet than i intended it too.

she nodded and then turned around walking the opposite direction of me. that’s when i had noticed the two girls following after her.

omg. she thinks she runs this place?

//

“students we have a new student joining you in your home room. miss y/n y/ln. i would like you all to be very respectful and please welcome her.”

“thank you principal Duvall, now go ahead and have a seat y/n this is a very important class and if you don’t listen you might fall behind.” said Mrs. Norbury

i nodded quietly and walked over to an empty desk, thankfully it was more towards the back.

“so what parts are you from around?” said a voice behind me.

“i’m from washington actually.” him and his friend who i just noticed sitting next to him nodded slowly.

“damian and this is janis.” he said pointing in between him and the girl.

“y/n.” you said with a friendly smile.

the next three periods where all pretty much the same, i get introduced and then sit down and listen to the teacher talk for the rest of the class. walking into 4th period i didn’t expect to see the same blonde i had ran into earlier this morning. her eyes where watching me the second i had walked into the classroom, i scanned for empty seats and of course the only seat emptied was right behind her. i avoided eye contact with her while i was walking to the desk.

once i sat down i was immediately hit with the smell of very expensive perfume and was that lavender? shampoo?

i pushed myself as far away from her as i could in my seat that magically stuck to the desk. once the bell rang and the teacher started talking. she turned to face me

“what’s your name loser?” she whipped around quit quickly.

“um it’s y/n.” she nodded slowly looking very deep into my eyes, that made me shift uncomfortably, before turning around.

“your not going to tell me yours?” i leaned a little forward and almost whispered it so the teacher didn’t hear me talking.

“you haven��t heard about me yet?” she turned just enough around that i could see her eyes and a small smirk coming onto her lips.

and she’s full of herself? what the hell is this school?

i didn’t say anything waiting for her to answer with her name.

she rolled her eyes a little bit before answering. “it’s Regina, Regina Grorge.”

i nodded this time slouching back into my seat.

“im kind of a big deal around here.” she said nonchalantly. it was my turn to raise my eyebrows to the sky.

“what are you like the principals daughter? or a drug dealer?”

“no i’m just hot and popular. don’t you agree?” this time she was turned fully around with her hands on my desk and her head titled a little to the side.

i opened my mouth to say something but nothing was coming out. with my mouth slightly opened and my burrows furrowed she smirked and turned back around.

who the hell was this girl?

//

lunchtime is when i knew i was going to get the most anxiety because everyone already had their groups. i couldn’t just butt into a group and sit at any random table. like any other high school i’ve been too there was the obvious cliches.

the jocks, the goths, the cheerleaders, the band kids, what looked like the stoners?

and then there was Regina and her two other friends that followed her around like lost puppy’s.

“those are the plastics.” i heard the same voice from earlier, i turned to see damian and janis standing behind me.

“the plastics?” i said with one brow raised.

they both nodded slowly at me.

“because they’re too perfect and too pretty like a plastic barbie doll.” they said as if it all made sense.

“i would avoid talking to any of them honestly.”

“y/n!!” i heard Regina say. i turned around to see her using one finger to tell me to come to her. i looked back over and damian and ianis who both just shook their heads to tell me it was a bad idea.

“i’ll be right back.” i really had to let this girl know that i was not one of her lost puppy’s and wouldn’t come to her side whenever she demanded.

“why don’t you sit with us today?” she said in almost too friendly voice i even saw her friend with an expression like a deer caught in headlights.

“Regina she can’t sit with us she doesn’t know any of the rules.” she squeaked out still trying to sound friendly.

“the rules don’t matter right now, go ahead sit.” she said with a smile that looked almost genuine but i wasn’t falling for her traps.

“oh no thanks i already found some people to sit with.” i said with a forced smile.

“then you better sit with us tomorrow or ill be very upset.” she had a very serious look on her face that almost scared me but i just gave her a thumbs up and turned around.

a thumbs up?! are you serious! i mentally slapped myself in the face. remind me never again to give the prettiest girl in school a fucking thumbs up.

//

finally my first school day was over and i could go back to my house and read peacefully. but of course that didn’t happen because Regina George pulled up right in front of me almost hitting me with her expensive jeep. i was ready to curse her out until i looked up and saw the look on her face.

“i’m having a little get together at my house this weekend, you should come it’ll be a fun way for you to meet people.” she had a small smile and a soft look in her big green eyes.

“here’s my number, text me and i’ll send you the details.” she slid me a piece of paper and let her fingers linger almost a second too long in my hand, before she winked and drove away from the parking lot.

i drove home in my not as expensive honda civic. i played with the piece of paper in my hand and looked down at her number so much to the point i almost memorized it. her numbers where very neat and almost all came together with soft curves.

i didn’t know anything about this girl which sent warning sirens off in my head whenever i looked at her. she seemed like somebody you didn’t want to mess around with.

A/N: i lowkey kinda posted this as a joke- and i wrote it real fast so im sorry if it’s not the best. give me advice yall and if yall want another part. thank you 🫡

#regina x reader #regina george #mean girls

[leqonsluv3r]

Hii! May I ask Leon with a microbiologist? Like, they ramble about science news and new projects/ideas they have in mind (wich in most parts he doesn't understand), random facts about microorganisms & general stuff, along with jokes every chance they get? Thank you!

cardiomyocytes* (and the affected)

—re!2 leon kennedy x microbiologist!fem reader

(*cardiomyocytes — smooth muscle cells that surround the human heart)

— a oneshot (request)

warnings: the butchering of anything involving microbiology (i have zero knowledge of any of this so bear with me), reader being a smarty pants and leon having no clue what she’s talking about, pure fluff, kissing, established relationship, brainiac x leon troupe (obviously), police officer leon, and other things i’m forgetting to mention.

“he looks over the titles of the books she’s studying and reading, even if she already has a job as one of five microbiologists at her lab. she still reads and never stops gaining knowledge. a thing he admires but deeply despises in certain aspects of their relationship. always one upping him with her knowledge that she gained from many years of studying. he’s just a police officer, he knows the basics of that, but all the words of the titles he’s reading of the books on their shared bookshelf in their apartment are lost on him. what the hell even is protozoa? and why does it need to have a book?”

— or reader is a microbiologist and leon struggles to understand the basics of what his girlfriend does

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an: thank you for the request anon. this is probably one of the hardest ones i’ve had to write because i know zilch about microbiology. had to ask my mom with the science degree about a million questions for this oneshot. so please enjoy <33 hope it meets your expectations.

she got her degree when she was seventeen. she was way ahead of everyone in high school, graduating a year early and starting college right away.

she knew she was smarter then some of the kids she went to college with, she was the only one insane enough to base a paper on the four cells that surround the heart.

and it got her an A. go figure.

she didn’t take risks often, not ever. only when she was in college and high school did she take academic risks, but never actual risks. like bungee jumping off of a bridge or trying the hottest pepper known to man.

no, she never did any of that.

not until she was in her fourth and final year of her microbiology degree did she take a risk. she never even considered taking it up until this point.

she saw leon for the first time, and everything inside of her. her brain, her heart and the cells surrounding it, seemed to indicate that she would be a fool if she didn’t talk to him. didn’t take that risk that she had never even thought of.

he was so beautiful, all of him. he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. from the brown hair that wasn’t completely dark, to the blue of his eyes and the way he carried himself as if he didn’t have a care in the world…even if he had a badge and a gun.

even if he put his life on the line ever single day, he walked around and into the coffee shop she studied at frequently as if it was no big deal. she tried not to gawk, tried not to peer over her textbook of blood born viruses. she just tried to be subtle, but apparently he caught onto that.

stupid cops and their ability to sense staring. she thought to herself that day as she ducked behind her textbook at the last second. she prayed to god he didn’t say anything, didn’t see her practically eye fucking him with her corneas.

she thought she was safe until she heard steps come towards her table, stopping just by her eye-line near the edge of the table. she swallowed and looked up from her textbook. and she had never taken such a risk by doing so, by just simply moving her head up from where she sat to meet his devastatingly beautiful face.

he tilted his head, looking over her features for a second himself. he selfishly let himself look, she had stared at him first after all. her face was coated in a blush that made her feel like her whole body was on fire.

is this what attraction, true, attraction was like? she felt like she was having a hot flash. she swallowed and managed a nervous smile, slowly closing her textbook and she made the biggest mistake by doing that — showing him the cover of her textbook.

his eyes went down to the cover of the textbook, reading it out loud, the first words he had ever spoken to her. “A Planet of Viruses?” he repeated the title with a raised brow and then let his eyes drift over to her. she managed to speak, or tried to, talking to men had never been her specialty.

“uhh, yeah. it’s…i’m in college.” she says as she flashes another nervous smile, wanting to shove herself into a flesh pit. she hated this, she was bad at talking to men. she should’ve just sworn men off forever but she was still a women. no degree of any kind would change that.

he nods slowly and to her surprise, he sits down at the small table across from her, coffee in a to-go cup. she scans her eyes over him, almost scared that if she looks to long she’ll be damned.

“what do you study?” he says with a small sip to his coffee, leaning back in the chair a little. he was taking an interest to her, trying to get to know her. she felt her cheeks flush ten times more at the realization. “microbiology.”

“microbiology? what is that?” he asks with a small chuckle as he shifts in the seat across from her, she brushed her hands over her pants and looked directly at him, not looking away once.

“uhm, it’s the study of the biology of microscopic organisms: viruses, bacteria, algae, fungi, etc.” she manages to explain as she feels his undivided attention on her, his blue eyes sparkling a little bit. it was almost like he liked learning something. whether it be about her or just in general, she wasn’t sure. “why microbiology?”

she tilts her head at him, looking at the book title he had read out loud for one of her courses upon introduction. “i think it’s fascinating. the cells in a body or the cells of a plant. they’re both living things, they operate differently but when you look at it underneath a microscope…they work in more similar ways.” he sips on his coffee and nods.

“so you like learning how things work?” he asks with a small grin, trying to figure out with just a subtle shifts of his blue eyes over her body across the small café table. she nods and smiles, she tries to do the best she can, she’s terrible at flirting.

“for the most part.” she hums as she taps on the cover of the textbook with her fingers, “the only thing i can’t seem to figure out is why your talking to me.” she continues with a small bite of her bottom lip in addition to her nerves.

he smiles and shakes his head, god help me. his smile is fucking beautiful. she thinks as she watches him adjust in the chair across from her, leaning his elbows on the table. “i think your a beautiful woman, you were staring and i happen to like awkward women who can barely flirt.” he says with a small tilt of his head, analyzing her again with his blue irises.

she knew he was joking, he was being honest and that got a lot farther with her then stupid pickup lines ever would. “i’m not great at the flirting, your right. i just…i don’t talk to handsome guys. i don’t.” she swallows as she realizes what she let slip out of her mouth.

“i’m handsome? hmm, maybe i should add that to my resume.” he says with a small goofy smile, showcasing some of his teeth. she blinked and felt her cheeks grow hot again, her whole body felt like it would burst into flames and implode. she tried to laugh but it came out like some weird cackle.

he shakes his head, “it’s okay, pretty girl. you think i’m handsome. i’ll take it.” he says with a small smile and a nod of his head. she felt a smile grace her features, one more real at his compliment. pretty girl, pretty girl, pretty girl…the way he said it echoed in her brain and didn’t escape.

before she could open her mouth to say anything, his radio went off on his uniform. a bunch of codes and words she didn’t understand before he answered the walkie. “yeah, i’m on my way.” he mumbled. he then looked back to her with an apologetic smile, good. he didn’t want this to end either, i must be doing something right. she thinks to herself.

“well sorry to cut the conversation short, pretty girl. but i gotta go bust some criminals.” he says with a small sigh, pulling himself out of the chair across from her. she nods towards him in understanding, “life of a cop, daunting.” she jokes, almost wanting to slap herself for it.

that was until he laughed — the most beautiful sound she had ever heard. she swears it, this man is already ruining other men for her. not that there were other men to begin with. she grabs her pen and grabs his to-go coffee cup.

he looks at her with a raised eyebrow, “stealing my coffee? you know this is a coffee place…” he starts as he cracks a small grin, she shakes her head with a small grin and clicks her pen when she’s done writing on the side. “my name and number, incase you get curious and wanna learn more about microbiology.” she grins.

she was hoping he got the hint, praying and by the looks of it. he did, he took the cup from her hand, their fingers brushing briefly. he holds the cup up and reads the name and number on the side.

he shoots her a playful smile, a glint in those blue irises that she swears could make any girl smile. “i’ll make sure to have a list of questions by friday.”

her brows furrow, “what’s on friday?” she swallows as she waits for his answer. he winks at her, winks, and says. “our date.”

she blinks, her eyes wide and feels a smile forming on her face that she can’t help, like she could implode right here in front of him and be absolutely fine with it. “okay…?” she trails off because she never got his name.

he sees her brows furrow and her actually look confused, which he guesses isnt something that happens often in her brain. “leon, or handsome cop. whichever you prefer.” he says with a small playful smile on his boyish features.

she laughs and nods, sucking in a breath. “see you on friday, leon. be in touch.” she says as she tries to regain her cool and not seem like a dork, some girl who’s never talked to the male species before. he scans her up and down with a different kind of something in his blue eyes, “oh i will be.”

she swears that as he walks away, she feels her pulse go ten times faster and her stomach erupt in butterflies. as she watches him exit the coffee shop, following him with her eyes until he gets into his police cruiser, to-go cup and hand and zooms out of the parking lot.

she feels her heart thrum faster in her chest. she knew she had taken a risk, the biggest one she ever had that was in academics.

and she was excited at what this would bring.

two years later, she’s still the same girl she was in her fourth and final year in college. except now, she had leon indefinitely.

he was still somewhat amazed by her smarts and the ways she could just pack information into her brain like it was nobodies business. she had graduated a year after they got together, marveling that all her late nights of studying and cramming down books about cells and microorganisms paid off.

he was there to see her graduate college, there when she got a job at a lab with five other scientists. all studying and devoting their life to finding inaccuracies in cell makeup of various plants & humans alike.

he was there to move her into his home, helping her unload various boxes of books and other things. even a microscope and slides. he didn’t ask, it was pretty self explanatory given her profession.

now here they were, together and happy. he was working as a cop at the police station in town and she was devoting her career to science. they were happy for each other, they were following their dreams.

the only thing was that leon was still lost whenever she talked about microbiology. he had zero idea about what it was besides the basics, that it was about cells and stuff. he had no other clue besides that.

it was lost on him whenever she opened her mouth to talk about work that day, he tried doing research, just so he could maybe try and understand what she was talking about. but he didn’t have a college degree in it, so all the terms and information were lost on him entirely.

he scanned the bookshelf of their shared place, looking over his titles which were just autobiography’s and some books he read as a kid. then there were hers, things about cells, data research, fungi…he tried reading one once and fell asleep after two pages.

literally.

because what the hell was a protozoa? and why did it need a 500 page book talking about it and its properties? he shook his head and sighed, deciding to take the book off the shelf and glance at the cover. he didn’t even understand it, again, it was lost on him.

but his girlfriend was happy, she loved all of it. so who was he to judge? but he just wished he could understand it a little. he didn’t like just nodding along when she talked about work like an idiot. he shoved the book back in on the bookshelf where it went, sighing.

maybe another day.

they were sitting on the couch watching a movie, some horror movie where the idiot protagonist was running away from the even stupider antagonist. she sighed and sat back on the couch cushions.

“you okay, baby?” he asks with a small glance from the tv screen in her direction. she sighs and nods, “horror movies are just…” she starts as she shifts on the couch, looking over at him. “why do you like horror movies?” she asks.

he thinks for a minute, shifting from his position on the couch to set his soda down on the coffee table in front of it. “i like them because it’s funny that any person would be stupid enough to make these mistakes.” he says with a small snort, nodding towards the tv where the protagonist was running down a dark alleyway.

she looks at the tv and then back at him, “but why are we watching it if you think it’s stupid?” she says with furrowed brows as she looks over his features. he sighs and pauses the movie with a small movement of his hand to the remote, turning to face her on the couch.

“what’s wrong with you?”

“huh?” she looks perplexed, like he just asked her to get naked, not that she’d mind doing that for him.

“you don’t get this grumpy when i watch horror movies. what’s the real issue here?” he says with a small tilt of his head, an amused smile on his face. she shifts on the couch, moving to tuck her feet beneath her. “nothing, i’m fine.”

“really? because i don’t think you are.” he says with a small raise of his eyebrow at his girlfriend, moving closer to rub a hand on her knee. “what’s the issue?” he repeats the question, keeping his eyes locked on hers.

she sighs and looks away from him, damn him and his ability to know everything about me. she thinks as she tries to form her thoughts into words. “one of the scientists in the lab today…” she starts and shakes her head, trying to push back the anger.

“he lost one of the cell samples.” she says in a small but angry voice as she feels her fists curl a little with anger. he rubs her knee with his hand, keeping her calm to the best of his ability, “what kind of cell sample was it?” he asks softly as he keeps his voice even and calm.

“human cell sample.” she says with a small pinch of her brow, “a cancerous human cell sample.” she repeats as she looks at him. he raises a small brow in her direction again, “how does someone manage to lose that?” he asks as if she isn’t there, more like his thoughts are just pouring out of his mouth.

“i have no clue. but he’s lucky we have a backup or else…else i would’ve shoved him into the eyewash station.” she says in a low growl as if it’s a dangerous threat. he chuckles and shakes his head, still rubbing his hand in soothing circles over her knee. “your not gonna shove anyone into the eyewash station.” he says with a small knowing look on his face.

“but i could.” she retorts with a small raise of her eyebrows in her boyfriends direction. “he messed up my sample. he had it coming.” she raises a fist and shakes it. he rolls his eyes playfully at her antics, putting the hand on her knee over her curled fist and lowering it. “calm down, rocky. your not hurting anyone over some dish full of cells.” he says with a small laugh.

she sighs and nods, “i want to though. it took me months to acquire those samples for research.” she groans as she throws herself back on the couch dramatically. “look at it this way,” he starts.

“you don’t have to worry about what happened to it. you know what he did with it, lost or not.” he says with a small shrug as he glances over her on the couch next to her.

“that’s not the point!” she says in frustration as she grips at her hair and buries her face into the couch cushions. he leans over a bit and rubs over her spine, “take a step back, baby. relax, it’s okay.” he says gently as he rubs her back over her hoodie she was wearing.

she takes a couple deep breaths, nodding into the couch cushions as she relaxes into his touch. “you need to calm down. it’s just science at the end of the day. it’s not gonna change and it’s not going anywhere without you.” he reassures her as he leans over and presses a kiss on the back of her head, rubbing soothing circles down her spine.

she sniffles, “i know but he lost the fucking sample.” she groans in frustration as she keeps her cheek buried in the couch cushions. he nods supportively and rubs her back, “you can’t stress over it. what’s done is done.” he says firmly but gently, a small sad smile on his features.

he knows how worked up she gets over her job, taking it home with her all the time. he always has to de-stress her. he has to unknot her like rope and make sure she’s okay after the work week.

her job makes his look like a circus.

she sniffles and nods slowly, she pulls her head out of the couch cushions and moves towards him on the couch, burying her face into his neck and just hugging him. he keeps rubbing her back and holding her close like he did before, “your so good at your job, you care so much. but you need to let things go, breathe.” he says calmly into her hair.

“trust me,” he continues. “in my job if you take things home from work. it will literally kill you and drive you crazy.” he says with a small snort as he shakes his head. “but your doing what you love and it’s great. you need to let things go when it’s necessary.” he whispers into her hair, rubbing her back and pressing a small kiss into the crown of her head.

“i can’t let you destroy and work yourself up, that beautiful brain is amazing when it’s working properly. i need to hear my girlfriends random facts about viruses.” he chuckles into her hair, trying to cheer her up. which seems to work because she muffles a small laugh into his shoulder.

“see, even you know i’m right.” he says softly into his hair, patting her back gently. she pulls her face away from his neck after soaking it with some tears. “your always right.” she groans as she wipes at her eyes with her hoodie sleeves.

“i’m not always right, i’m just lucky.” he says softly as he looks over her features with a small smile, rubbing her back as best as she can to calm her down. she rolls her eyes and moves towards him, pressing her lips to his slowly.

he keeps a firm hold on her back and hips, kissing her slowly and gently back as he tastes the saltiness of her tears on her lips. these moments with her are probably the best in his mind, he gets to hold her close, rub her back and kiss her.

he wouldn’t trade anything for this. he’s certain.

two days later, they were snowed in.

it had snowed about 18 inches in the city, and more was bound to come according to the news forecast. even leon, wasn’t going to work. he used his PTO because there was no way he was going out in that.

and she was still trying to argue to go out, to go to the lab and get her work done for the day. her boss even called her and told her the trip wasn’t worth it, to just take the day off.

but she just wasn’t listening.

“please?! i need to go!” she whined at leon as she tried to jump in her snow boots to meet his keys. he was holding her car keys above his head out of her reach. “no fucking way. have you seen the roads, baby? it’s not safe.” he says with a gesture to the window outside.

everything was covered in inches of snow and white. freezing cold temperatures and it just kept falling in fat flakes from the sky. she shook her head in protest, “just give me the keys!” she whined again as she tried to reach on her tippy toes for them.

“no! i cannot believe i’m saying this.” he pinches his brows and looks at her with a hard look, one that he rarely had when it came to her. “your not going to work, it’s unsafe and your boss even told you not to go. so go change into some pjs and sit your ass down and relax. i’m hiding your car keys.” he says firmly as he looks at her, brushing past her to go into their bedroom.

she groans and yells, “your such a buzzkill!”

“i don’t hear you changing or sitting down!” he yells from the bedroom. she groans and stomps her snow boots on the floor like a child, whipping her head to look back out at the window, “stupid snow algae.” she hisses at the dreary weather outside.

eventually, she gave up on the complaining after leon hid her keys and made her get comfortable and relax. they were sitting on the couch an hour later, watching some movie. her body was pressed against his and her leg was wrapped over his legs. “i’m so cold.” she mumbles into his chest.

“baby, we have two blankets around us. you have socks and a sweater on. the heat’s on full blast. what else do you want me to do?” he asks with a small raise of his eyebrows to where she’s cuddled up against his chest.

“i don’t know, make it stop.” she grumbles into his chest as she presses herself closer to him, keeping the blankets adjusted around them on the couch. the movie was playing mindlessly in the background at his point as they kept cuddled up together.

he shakes his head in amusement, “as much as i would love to magically make you not cold anymore. that’s not how it works.” he says softly as he presses a kiss to the top of her hair. she sighs and nuzzles her head deeper into his chest, “just hold me then.” she muffles into his chest.

he looks down at her with a small brow raise. “i am holding you.” he squeezes his arms around her beneath the blankets for emphasis. “not good enough, smartass.” she mumbles into his chest.

he pinches her hip underneath her sweatshirt with his cold hands, she shrieks and bolts upright, smacking him on the chest. he laughs, “your such a jerk!” she shrieks as she tries to move away from him on the couch with the two blankets.

“oh no, get back here.” he says with a small grin, grabbing her effectively and the blankets with her, holding her close to his side on the couch. “i love you too, baby.” he mumbles with amusement as he presses his lips to the side of her head, then her cheek.

causing her cheeks to heat up and flare despite her being cold. she could feel her heart expanding and the muscles expanding.

“your lucky your cute.” she whispers as she just moves back next to him for warmth. he chortles her and presses another kiss to her head. “i’m cute, handsome and i put up with your pain in the ass. i deserve an award.” he says with a proud smile as she looked up at him, her brow raised in amusement.

“there’s no award for that.” she starts as she looks at him, her eyes widening a little at the words he chose. she feels her heart pound faster and faster against her chest.

even after all this time, the intensity from just looking at him never fails to make her heart feel like it’s going to simply explode within her chest. he smirks and obliterates her world view yet again, “i’ll invent one then and give it to myself.”

she’s never going to let him go ever, not in a million years would she do something that stupid with the level of IQ she has.

after the snow continued to fall that day, then the next and it was a full on blizzard, soon enough. they had been kept inside, even their bosses individually kept them out of the streets.

she wanted to argue but there was no point, not at this time. not when leon hid her car keys yesterday. instead of being curled up underneath the blanket pressed so close together, they were both sitting on the couch. leon on one end and her on the other.

she had cracked open a book that she had been wanting to read about fungi cells and leon was just watching the tv at a low volume so he wasn’t disturbing her.

“i can’t believe you’d rather read a book about fungi cells then watch Brooklyn nine-nine with me.” he says with a small shake of his head as he eyes her eyes that swept over each word of the page like it was nobodies business.

“i’m here on the couch with you aren’t i?” she says with a small focused look as she talked and continued reading, flipping a page in her book. he snorts, “that’s not what i meant.”

“do you even know what fungi cells are?” she says with a small raise of her eyebrow in his direction at his end of their couch. he shakes his head, his gaze going back to the tv.

“they’re cells in mushrooms.” he mumbles as if he knows the answer already, she closes her book with a small snap and bookmarks the page, “fungi are eukaryotes and have a complex cellular organization.” she says as seriously as she can.

his brow furrows and he pauses the tv, “i have no idea what that means.” he says with a small sigh as he looks over at her, the book sat in her lap like she was protecting it.

“it means its cells that have very different reproductive properties.” she says as she looks at him with a serious look on her face, like she wasn’t talking about mushroom cells.

his brows furrow even more, what the hell did that even mean? what the fuck is a mushroom doing having sex? he thinks to himself as he shakes his head at her, “i’m still lost.”

she pinches her brows and sighs, “okay, so…” and she begins explaining the cells of a mushroom and in other fungi as best as she can and as simply as she can.

when she finishes he just stares at her and blinks with his blue eyes, “don’t be mad but i zoned out for like half of what you just said.” he says with a small chuckle.

she groans and shakes her head, obviously frustrated, “i’m not explaining it to you anymore. watch your show.” she says in an angry voice as she opens her book back up where its bookmarked and starting to read again.

he clicks his tongue, “no no,” he reaches over and grabs her book, keeping it bookmarked and sitting it on the coffee table in front of them. “i just don’t have a degree in microbiology, baby. my IQ is not…as high as yours.” he says in a soft voice as he rubs a hand over her knee.

she just listens to him, blinking her eyes over in his general direction as she shifts on the couch. “it doesn’t mean i don’t want to understand, god, i would love to understand. i would go back to school and learn everything about microbiology just to talk to you about it.” he proclaims as he looks at her with nothing but love in his blue eyes.

“i would relearn everything and get a degree in microbiology and learn just to understand your work, the books you read and just what it’s like to be inside your brain.” he says softly as he rubs his thumb over her knee, keeping her eyes on his as he speaks with such conviction that it makes her heart want to burst right out of her chest.

“so don’t think for one second that i don’t take interest and tune everything out, i always want to understand and i will spend the rest of my life trying if it means i get to be with you and love you.” he says with a small smile as he feels himself remain breathless in a sense at his own confession.

the words tumbling out of his mouth like he was going on a rant about something, like he was passionate about this. and he was, he needed her to understand.

“the day i met you in that coffee shop, i knew just from looking at that book you were reading…i knew it would be hard. but god, has it been so worth it baby.” he says with a small warmth in his blue eyes that only bloomed for her. the heat from his hand on her knee and the way his words bursted her into flame, it was enough to melt the snow of the blizzard outside.

“everything about you is worth it, even if i don’t understand. i’ll never fully understand but that doesn’t mean i won’t try.” he says with a squeeze to her knee, she blinks up at him and feels her heartbeat accelerating.

“i love you.” she breathes. she had said it to him a million times before in the past two years but it felt like it was needed in this context, like she needed to say this to him. just so that his words that he spoke were not lost on her.

he nods slowly and pulls her closer into his lap, settling his hands over her waist, thumbing at the skin underneath her sweater. “i love you too.” he says softly, “i mean every single thing i just said.” he says gently, his words like a caress and a reassurance that she wasn’t sure she needed until then.

she nods and sighs softly, “i know.” she whispers as she moves her lips to his again, leaning up a little bit from where she was sat in his lap. his thumb sweeping over the skin of her hip, igniting her body into even more flames. she moves her lips over his soft ones, kissing him with intention that wasn’t mindless.

he kisses back, used to the way his lips melded with hers. everything between them, this connection that they had was unlikely. but it was theirs and it went beyond science.

it was love, it was the cells around the hearts they had, the beating of them for only each other. she would kiss him a million times just to prove that point until there was nothing left within her.

until she was just a bunch of frazzled nerve endings, she would kiss him and love him. let him have her in every inch, every scenario and even if the hypotheses was scary and didn’t make sense.

she’d love him unconditionally, the same way he loved her. until both of the cells around their heart fizzled out and died.

she was never letting that go, not now and not in a million years, the probability was there. she didn’t care, not when he loved her and it consumed her in a way that should be studied.

and even if that scared her, she didn’t care. she had him and that was good enough in her heart and brain to keep loving him.

until the cardiomyocytes died out.

an: i hope you liked this, i tried my best to incorporate what you asked for anon :,) had to ask my mom a million questions to get an idea of what i was getting myself into with this oneshot request. but i love you all, please reblog, like and my taglist and masterlist are linked at the beginning. i love you all, kisses. xx. <33

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[hothothotch]

hotch requests, you say? How about our favourite unit chief embracing his feminine side a bit when jack gets teased at school for his painted nails. Hotch would 100% be the type of super supportive dad to rock some of his own in solidarity. I can see him wearing pink friendship bracelets under his cuff, or starting to sport more pink and purple ties etc, letting jack do his makeup on his days off.

And who can question him, when he levels them with his signature frown.

hey hello! Rome, I love you!!! this was so fun to write <3 i wasn't sure if you wanted something with reader in it, but i loved their friendship so i had to! hope you like it <3

Requests are open!

“You want me…” you pointed at yourself, your eyes slightly narrowed in confusion, even if there was a small — almost unnoticeable — smile on your face, “To paint your nails?”.

You expected Aaron to flinch, to double take his decision or to put a smile on his face and say something on the lines of ‘nah, I was just kidding’, but the only thing to cross his face as he gave you a single nod was resolution. Sincere, almost confusing (for you) resolution.

“Okay…” you whispered, your own pose faltering slightly as you pointed at the inside of your apartment, “I’ll just grab my things and see you at your apartment in five minutes?”.

“Sounds good” Aaron nodded again, this time his face changing into a more soft demeanor as he grabbed his wallet on his pocket, “How much-”.

“Don’t worry about it” you waved it off quickly, “Just tell me the story behind this decision and I’ll be happy”.

Aaron smiled gently at you, muttering a quiet ‘okay’ before he turned his back and walked to the apartment across the hallway — his own —, only closing the door halfway in a clear message that, when you wanted to go in, you could just open the door and make your way towards the living room where you spent a lot of your time.

You didn’t move when he disappeared behind the door, biting your bottom lip quizzically as you leaned against the doorframe, your mind losing itself into a whirlwind of questions. Questions you knew could only be answered by the person next door.

"Okay, then" you whispered one last time before quickly moving outside your home to grab your work material, double-checking if you had everything you needed before rummaging to his apartment.

Aaron was waiting for you in the living room, lost in a manila folder you didn't need to look at for long to know it belonged to his job (even if the FBI insignia was huge on the front); his concentration was immediately brought back to the real world when he heard the soft sound of your steps moving towards him, his eyes immediately darting up to look at you, his smile appearing once again as he immediately grabbed all the files on his coffee table, brushing them aside as he pointed at the empty seat in front of him, "I'll just put those in my office".

"Take your time" you replied, grabbing the first nail polish — a nude color — and placing it on the coffee table, "I'll just get everything settled".

Aaron didn't take long to return, and by the time he sat in front of you, his eyes studying the polishes curiously, you were already ready for your story and for the wild ride you knew this moment would be.

He might have noticed your excitement since he placed his hand in front of you almost immediately, not waiting for your cue to start his tale — and by the time he said his first word, you understood exactly what that was about.

"Jack was bullied last week because of his nails" he explained, a deep sigh escaping his lips as he averted his gaze from you. You weren't sure if he was ashamed or if he was sad — maybe both —, but you knew there was more to that story than he had said, so you only remained silent, "His teacher told me his friends were making comments because the nail polish was pink, and he'd been sad ever since".

"Oh!" you whispered, your eyes focused on Aaron's hand as you tried not to hurt him with the pliers, "Did she tell him not to paint his nails again?".

"It was very much implied" Aaron replied, and you looked up with a brow raised, "But she didn't use the words. She only stated that if he kept using those colors, female colors, as I came to understand, Jack was deemed to be bullied".

You hummed, your face contorted in displeasure, "And what did you say?".

Aaron shrugged, "That I'd talk to Jack, but if the boys had a problem with it, maybe they should be taught not to care about those things" he stopped for a moment, sighing heavily, "Unfortunately, that's not how all those boys are raised. It took me you to understand that".

You smiled proudly at his comment — at yourself.

You had been the person to paint Jack's nails the week before, even if he had been the one to ask for the pink color. At the occasion, it took Aaron a while (and a very long speech about gender and how colors had nothing to do with it) for him to agree that there wasn't a problem with Jack sporting pink nail polish.

The fact that he had to be convinced was exactly why you were a bit uneasy about his out-of-the-blue request.

"So you talked to Jack?" you asked, receiving a hum as response, "What did he say?".

Aaron gave you a funny look, a joking smile appearing on his face, "He gave me his own version of your gender and colors speech" he made a pause, and you couldn't help but laugh at that, "You've made quite an impression. But I'm happy he understood at least half of it. He said, 'Daddy, men wear pink and women wear blue and everything is okay', but I think this is as far as he understood".

"That's quite a lot, I didn't want him to understand a ten minutes speech on sexism" you returned his joke, exaggerating (you hoped) on how long your speech had gone on.

"He got the important part" he replied, offering one of the nail polishes to you, your eyes widening a bit at the purple color he had picked. Aaron probably noticed the look on your face, since he immediately cleared his throat, "I just thought nude wouldn't quite make a point".

You smiled in understanding, but you needed to hear it. If you were doing this for a major purpose, he might as well talk about it, "Which is?" you asked tenderly, showing that, no matter what, you'd be there with him.

"That I stand with Jack" he replied intensely, "No matter what".

Maybe you shouldn't have grinned as big as you did, but you didn't care. Not when you were sitting in front of Aaron Hotchner, purple nail polish in hands, pride bursting from you.

"Well, Agent Hotchner... then we should get started".

...

Aaron should've seen it coming.

Actually, he did see it coming — at the moment Jack got back home, his smile growing wide as he saw Aaron's purple nails, a wild rambling taking place as she talked eagerly with you about how much everyone at Aaron's work would love to see it.

They did. Penelope more than anyone.

JJ seemed to have understood the reason pretty quickly, not even questioning his motive as she took pictures of his nails. The rest of the team — who seemed to be having the best time of their lives — were supportive when he explained what happened, and Strauss (who happened to spend the whole week at the Bureau) hadn't made comments about it, but she was clearly not pleasured.

Aside from that, the murmurs and small chuckles he spotted weren't enough to unsettle him — and when they did, Aaron would only give the Agents a look, and suddenly his purple nails were the less important problem.

He stayed with the nail polish for three days before he knocked on your door, asking for the acetone to take it off, the corners already peeling.

"I have a meeting tomorrow" he explained, walking inside your house when you offered to remove it yourself, "I don't think it would look good".

You knew the meaning behind Aaron's words was that he didn't want to be seen in purple nails in a work meeting, so you didn't discuss it. It was one step at a time.

"What are the two of you doing here?".

Aaron knew by the grins on your and Jack's faces that he shouldn't have asked, that maybe the best option would've been just to brush it aside and ask you out for lunch, but he also knew that you never visited the Bureau (you believed there was a strict division between your workplace and personal life, so suddenly appearing at his job was a no-go), and the fact that you came in with Jack had him worried for a second before he saw the way Jack fidgeted with a small packaging on his hands.

"Jack and I were taking a walk when he saw something..." you started explaining, squeezing Jack's shoulder encouragingly, "And he wanted to give you a gift. Right, Jackers?".

Jack nodded shyly, offering the packaging to Aaron. It was small enough to fit his hand, and it's square and velveted blue surface reminded Aaron of a jewelry box — the ones that come with expensive rings; Aaron would've believed you and Jack spent a lot of money on it, if it wasn't for its touch (Aaron had bought enough expensive things to know that real velvet had a touch like any other).

"What is it, buddy?" Aaron asked, clearly interested in what was inside the box. When he finally opened it, a smile cracked on his face at the sight of the small — but not too small — pink and purple bracelets with your and Jack's initials in each one, "Those are so nice, buddy!".

"Yeah?" Jack asked, his eyes shining in sheer happiness, "We bought friendship bracelets! Here..." he showed his own bracelets, nudging you so you did the same, "Because you're my best friend, and now we're all best friends!".

Aaron looked up at you, and you could see the tears forming in his eyes before he pulled Jack for a tight hug, kissing his son's forehead before moving away to put on the bracelets, "Now we're best friends".

...

"Stop blinking, Daddy!".

You laughed at Jack's complaint, taking the eyeliner from his hands as you moved back to face Aaron, your legs crossed as you waved at him in a silent request for him to come closer, "Now, stop blinking or I'll pierce your eyes".

Aaron shuddered, cursing when he blinked once more, your eyes meeting his reprehensively — how in the hell was he able not to blink at work, but couldn't keep himself quiet while you put on some eyeliner in him.

It was honestly pathetic.

"And... done," you said happily, passing Jack a brush and an eyeshadow palette, "Pick a color, Jackers".

"Red!" Jack replied, pointing at the color before scrubbing the brush in it. You thought about telling him it would ruin the brush or the color, but he was so enthralled on it that you let it go — you could but a new one in the future, "Close your eyes, Daddy!".

Aaron did as told, and Jack waited patiently for your instructions before starting to pass it gently on his father's eyes, pouting whenever he stopped to analyze if it was good enough or if they needed any more makeup.

"Do you have glitter?" Jack questioned, looking up at you with hope in your eyes.

You smiled broadly, ready to say 'yes' when the doorbell rang, causing Aaron to open his eyes quickly, a silent plea in it — don't use glitter, for God's sake!

You smiled, patting on his knee assuringly. Maybe next time you could use glittler, but again, slow and steady wins the race.

"I think I forgot mine at home, Jackers" you replied, already standing up as you avoided Jack's slightly disappointed pout, "But I promise to bring it next time, okay? I'll see who's it on the door".

"Please, use the peephole" Aaron gave you a pointed look, aware of the fact that you very rarely used it, always opening up the door to whoever knocked on it.

You were almost sure there was a story behind it, but Aaron had never told him, and pressuring him to get answers wasn't something you were keen to do, so...

"Sure" you nodded, "I'll be right back".

"This isn't good enough..." Jack mumbled, "Close your eyes again, Daddy".

Aaron chuckled, closing his eyes once more as he listened to your voice in the hallway, trying to identify the newcomer's muffled voice to be ready for whoever it could possibly be.

"You got just in time, Dave" Aaron heard you say, and he almost cringed at David's name — it was better than being Derek, sure, but he was aware he'd never hear the end of it, "Jack just opened his own makeup business, we're lacking models".

Aaron opened one of his eyes (the one Jack wasn't passing the red eyeshadow) to look up at David, who had a smile on his face, "I see".

"Come here, Uncle Dave!" Jack waved quickly at the older man, and Aaron had to move out of the brush's way, not wanting it to hit his eyes. He saw when you tried to muffle a laugh, giving you a pointed look, "I'll put green eyeshadow in you!".

Dave exchanged a quick look between you and Aaron before smiling at Jack, shaking his head slightly, "I don't think I'll look as good as your Dad does, Jack" he said, but took a seat on the couch, his smirk not faltering when you moved to sit beside Jack again, Aaron offering his hand so you wouldn't fall, "But I'll let you three have fun".

"Hmmm..." you started, not letting go of Aaron's hand when you sat down, "Looks like someone needs to hear our speech, Jackers. What do you think?".

"Oh, I think you're right" Aaron replied, grabbing the eyeliner himself, "And while you speak, we can prepare Uncle Dave for Jack's great day, can't we?".

"We sure can!" You agreed immediately, moving to grab the glitter, "Oh, look what I found here!".

"Glitter!" Jack screamed happily, "Close your eyes, Uncle Dave".

"Yeah, Uncle Dave..." Aaron started, close your eyes.

That would be fun.

Thank you for your request ✨

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[hobvitr]

pavitr prabhakar x reader

fem!reader

genre/warnings: fluff, friends to lovers, reader is insecure, comfort, unrevised writing.

note: i swear i try to write for the other characters but this little guy don't leave my head !!! i was wanting to write something like this for a while, i'm a Romantic at heart unfortunately.. recommended song: love like you - rebecca sugar

sinopses: your best friend invites you to be his partner at the school ball! he has no clue you like him more than as a friend.

the wind swung nicely around your clothes, the summer night doing favors to every person going to the ball. you were quite anxious about the event, as your best friend pavitr invited you to be his partner. you didn't know if he knew about your feelings towards him, but it seemed not, gratefully.

after all the three years together at high school, doing everything side by side, the feelings started to develop with much ease. sure pavitr playfully bothered you as a friend, who doesn't? but he was overly sweet about everything, always. you lost count of the times his hug was your comfort through tough times, his laugh the highlight of your day, and the lunch dates the best days of the week.

---

"do you want to come to my house and have a cup of chai?" he suggested, both of you making your ways to your respective homes. you didn't live far of each other, which make your visits rather frequent. "maya auntie said she miss you" you heard a little chuckle coming from him.

"yeah! anything for maya auntie!" you said excitedly with a grin on your lips. pavi rolled his eyes "you like her more than you like me, hm?" it was more like an affirmation than a question. "a lot more" you retorted holding a laugh.

making your way to his house, you excuse yourself before entering and sprint to go find maya auntie to say hi. "namaste, maya auntie!" you say with a big smile at her joyful look at you. "y/n! i see pavi finally remembered to told you to come see me" she hugs you affectionately.

"hey! I didn't invited you to come to chat with her instead of me" pavi come behind you both, faking a pout. "if you want to keep her to yourself, ask her out first!" maya aunt retorted playfully, but not letting the opportunity to annoy her nephew escape.

"what?!" his tone was desperate, both of you now with deep shades of red on your cheeks. "what? i'm just kidding, bhateeja" she laughs putting both of her hands on pavitr's shoulders. "you go make a chai for us, i'll get something for us to eat" she leave before pavi could protest.

"don't mind her, i don't know why she said that" he clumsily made his way to prepare the drink. "it's okay, i know how it is" your chuckle came out humorless. you took a sit at the table, staring at pavi's back.

your mind was racing at the thought of the feeling be reciprocate, but obviously your head became clouded with doubt and insecurities. is you good enough for him? is you the right person to make him happy? is you the person he'd choose to spend his days by side? oh, you don't think so.

---

"priy, what's going through your mind?" pavitr's voice caught your attention with the nickname he refused to tell you the meaning, taking you back to the present. "nothing, i think i just slept right here" you answer getting a laugh from him.

"sure... let's get inside, gwen already texted me asking where we at" he take your hand, pulling you inside with him.

just now you realized how good he looked in a suit and how damned you were from having to spend the night away with him without calling him boyfriend. the music echoed throughout the place, thankfully not a slow one. you two walk around the place holding hands and looking for your friends.

"gwen!!" you shouted, stunned by her beauty and pretty outfit. "you look so good" you say while hugging her. "look at you!" she replied, backing up to take a good look. "pavitr is so lucky to have you as partner"

gwen knew about your feelings towards him, because you told her and also, she is your best friend, she could sense at the beginning.

"yes i am" he said overhearing your convo, while greeting miles and hobie. you shared a desperate eye contact with gwen, letting only her know your reaction at his reply. you greeted miles and hobie affectionately too, setting a comfortable chat with all five of you.

after a little while, gwen and miles left to get drinks and you, pavitr and hobie stayed chatting about anything. "changing the subject completely, i still can't believe I'm the only one without a partner" he looked down at you both with a knowing look.

before you could deny anything pavi starts talking "it's okay to not have one, dude" he patted hobie's shoulder, trying to comfort him. you almost giggled at the interaction. the slow songs started to play, making you start to get nervous. love like you was the exact song playing and the next thing you heard was "i love that song" pavi say excited, directing his eyesight at you, and extending a hand. "care for a dance?"

you thanked mentally for the blue lights above at the ceiling, because you're sure you're blushing like hell. "only 'cause you asked so nicely" you say with a smile growing on your lips, getting one from him as well.

he took your hand, going to a more private spot (away from your friends). he didn't let go of your hand for a second, only letting go to be able to hold you properly for a dance. both his hands placed in your waist, while you shyly bring your hands to his shoulders.

"pavi" you called him briefly, trying your best to maintain eye contact. he hummed, with the most genuine smile on his lips. you wanted so much to confess to him right now, but you just couldn't let the words out. you were afraid it would ruin the rest of the night for all of you. "you look good" is the only thing you manage to say.

"thanks, priy" he replied, making you chuckle. "are you cursing me for saying you look good?" you ask playfully, after a while you were certain the nickname was something funny.

"who said it's a curse?" he grinned at you, making you lean your head slightly to the side, confused. "what else could it be?" you retorted with a chuckle, he doing the same. he didn't said anything for a solid 15 seconds, only staring at you swaying within the song.

"darling." he says, and you don't react, not sure if you heard or understood right. "priy means darling" he explained, lefting you with no doubts.

you kept staring at him, and he staring at you. the natural smile he always had getting more prominent. "i like you, so much i couldn't even stand one minute more without telling you" he confessed, being greeted with you smiling brightly at him.

everything in this moment was beautiful. him, the dance, the song, you. you giggled, trying to hide your flustered face from him.

"pavi, if you're messing with me I'll kill you, i swear." you laughed, closing the space between you to hug him tightly. your arms around his neck, his arms around you waist holding you just as thigh. "I'm not! i promise" he chuckle, nuzzling his face at the crook of your neck.

"i like you too, for so long..." you finally confess, backing up to take a look at his pretty face. "and a lot more than you like me" you say playfully, a hand going to caress his cheek with a thumb. "that was the dumbest thing I've heard you say!" pavitr retorted while laughing. "no chance, i don't like you, i love you" you could feel the joy in his tone, making you giggle and blush at the words. "whatever, 'cause i love you more"

he smiled before kissing you softly, ending instantly the discussion. you kissed him back with the most joy you've ever felt, finally being able to share this moment with your lover.

"you're still not winning the discussion" you say after the kiss "only if now You kiss Me" pavi enfatize in the phrase, making you hug him again and spend the rest of the night as lovers.

---

"c'mon miles, give me the money" gwen extented her hand at him, hearing a groan. "i should've known better, damn" five bucks was now on gwen's hand.

"aren't you forgetting something?" hobie ask to miles as well "fine, take it" another five bucks at hobie's hand.

"they owe me 10 bucks"

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[munsonsduchess]

The God (and goddess) of Hellfire

summary: at a high school dance dustin learns some shocking news about you and eddie w/c: 2,049 warnings: language, eddie's dirty mind, mentions of the readers body (breasts) a/n: yeah so i was hoping to get something else entirely out this week but then my co author came home and also i read class ring by @eddie-van-munson which now lives rent free in my head and i had to try my hand at wife!reader. Not beta'd once again this is nothing but my own meandering thoughts and if you notice a typo or a mistake no you didn't.

(moodboard by me)

It was the first big high school dance the freshman were able to attend and both Eddie and Steve had insisted on singing up as chaperones. Well Steve had done so first of all and Eddie refused to let Steve go alone and "hog all the glory" though what glory he was talking about was anyone's guess. Still true to his word Eddie had marched down to the front office and demanded that his name be put on the chaperone sheet for the dance after Steve's, which is when you'd gotten the call to ask if you would come and chaperone Eddie chaperoning the kids. Something about a spiked punch incident in your junior year neither you nor Eddie claimed to have any knowledge of but you'd agreed anyway since if Eddie was dead set on chaperoning it wasn't like you had any plans.

You'd dug out Eddie's one good suit from the back of your shared closet and your best dress along with it before making a special trip to the dry cleaners in the newly rebuilt Starcourt Mall. It would be pricey to have your things dry cleaned but for an occasion like this you didn't mind dipping into your savings, Eddie always looked so handsome in his suit and the usual mix of weed, aftershave and cigarette smoke wasn't exactly the perfect combination for a high school dance. At least not the first one for Eddie's little Hellfire proteges. 

The school gym had been decked out in whatever theme the dance committee had chosen, as near as you could guess it was 'under the sea' but you couldn't be too sure. You'd been given punch bowl duties apparently to keep it safe from anyone with 'nefarious intent' according to Principal Higgens with a pointed look at you and Eddie. Eddie just grinned and slipped his silver flask back into your purse as discreetly as he could manage. It wasn't altogether boring being at the punch table, you had a good vantage point of the dancefloor and it was funny watching Eddie and Steve following each other around the dancefloor and bickering like an old married couple. 

"It's nice to see you back in Hawkins High" a voice said next to you making you jump a little, you'd been so lost in your own little world you hadn't noticed your former english teacher Mr Shields making his way over to you,

"It's an important night," you replied with a smile, "Punch? I promise nothing happened to it" 

"It's not that I'm doubting you but I seem to recall an incident with a punch bowl in your junior year involving you and Mr Munson" 

"Everyone keeps mentioning that. I have no idea what they're talking about" 

You knew exactly what they were talking about. You'd distracted the poor wallflower behind the punch bowl and Eddie had emptied his flask full of Rum he'd siphoned from his uncle into the bowl. You'd both denied it but of course you'd both ended up in detention because the teachers weren't stupid. 

"Well I must say married life certainly seems to suit you" Mr Shields continued, "I admit that when I heard about you and Mr Munson tying the knot so quickly I was doubtful but you seem to be flourishing" 

"YOU AND EDDIE ARE MARRIED?" the sound of Dustin Henderson yelling shook you, you hadn't noticed the smaller boy who was currently standing in front of you his mouth hanging open, 

"Dustin close your mouth you'll catch flies" you sighed pushing your hair out of your face, "and what are you yelling about? Of course Eddie and I are married" 

"Since when?" 

You looked at Dustin for a moment trying to figure out what sort of joke or prank this was. Had Eddie put him up to this? Or was it Steve? 

"Are you serious right now? Since two years ago when I graduated, you know that" 

"No I didn't!" 

"Dustin I wear a wedding ring!" you showed the boy your left hand and the ring that adorned your fourth finger, "you've seen it before" 

"I thought it was a class ring! Or one of Eddie's!" 

As if summoned by mention of his name alone Eddie appeared beside Dustin looking confused, he looked between the boy and you furrowing his brow, 

"What's with all the yelling over here?" 

"YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU WERE MARRIED!" Dustin thrust an accusing finger in Eddie's face and scowled at him. Eddie's confusion seemed to mirror your own and you sighed, this was going to be a long night. 

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The dance had ended and now there you all were sitting in a diner across town. You, Eddie, the Hellfire kids and Steve Harrington who was giving some of the kids a ride home so had tagged along to the diner, 

"So let me get this straight, not one of you little idiots noticed that my girl wears a wedding ring?" Eddie asked, "you see her every week for hellfire!"

"Yeah but we thought it was one of your rings" Mike said as he looked around at his friends for support, "you've got a lot" 

"It's a small gold ring, Eddie's are huge and silver" you countered, "not the same thing boys" 

"We thought you were just dating!" Lucas interjected, "we didn't know we swear!" 

"Eddie your children are fucking stupid" you sighed, you'd had such faith in these kids. Well in Dustin, the jury was still out on Wheeler and Sinclair. 

A chorus of objections went up around the table and was instantly silenced by Eddie who then looked at Steve perhaps for help or to share his disbelief, 

"Don't look at me man, I remember you two getting hitched after graduation. Everyone was talking about it" 

"How did it happen?" Dustin asked, "how did you two get married?" 

"I mean we went down to the County Hall, stood in front of a judge, he said some shit, we signed some shit, we exchanged rings, we sealed the deal" Eddie said, "boy did we seal the deal" 

"Enough you perv" you swatted him on the arm and rolled your eyes, Eddie could be incorrigible when he got worked up.

"That's not what I meant" Dustin argued, seeming to miss Eddie's innuendo, "like how did you get together? How did you decide you wanted to get married?" 

"Well if you ask Eds it was the summer we turned twelve and my tits came in" you said simply taking a sip of the soda the waitress placed in front of you, "you still have dreams about that little white two piece dontcha Eddie?" you teased, 

"God do I" he agreed, "honestly you've never seen anything like it, that summer was hot as shit and we spent all day in that goddamn pool till they kicked us out. Your mom had gotten that little two piece in JC Fuckin' Pennys and I swear to god I had a boner all summer" 

"Ew, gross" 

"Come on man I'm trying to eat here" 

"That's not even possible" 

"I'm not being literal you idiots" Eddie scowled, "anyway, yeah you're right your tits had just come in and I swear to god it was like seeing heaven for the first time. I had to do a double take the first time I saw ya cause there was no way in hell you could be the same chick I grew up with" 

"That was the summer eddie realised his best friend was actually a girl" you laughed, "not just some dorky thing that followed him everywhere" 

"You weren't dorky" 

"Baby I was the definition of dorky" 

"Anyway!" it was Eddie's turn to roll his eyes, and to steal a french fry off your plate, "the sight of you in that little swimsuit is burned into my brain and has kept me company through some very lonely nights" 

"Not to mention extended bathroom breaks and extra long showers" you added, "walls in trailers are thin babe, I hear everything" 

Steve pushed his plate away from him and frowned at you both. This is why you guys didn't hang out more, you were as bad as each other, 

"We didn't get together till freshman year of highschool though" 

"Yeah till my brand new bookbag suddenly came apart at the seams and all my books spilled everywhere. Weird how that happened right when you wanted to ask me out" you smirked at Eddie who at least had the good sense to blush, 

"I'm taking that to my grave" 

"Uh huh sure" 

The Hellfire boys apparently couldn't get enough and were begging Eddie to continue despite his embarrassment at how he'd asked you out,

"It was the same dance you little shits went to tonight. I was shitting myself every time Mrs Shelly came around yelling at us to make room for jesus" 

You and Steve shuddered collectively at the memory of the old Geometry teacher, more like a battle axe than anything else. She terrified everyone she ever crossed paths with. 

"That woman still gives me nightmares" you said trying to recover from the trauma that class had inflicted on you, 

"It's ok baby, she can't hurt you anymore. The old witch is dead and buried" 

"But what about when you guys got married? You said it happened after you graduated two years ago, that leaves a lot of time in between" Dustin interrupted, clearly impatient to get to the end of this story,

"Yeah, yeah, keep your panties on" Eddie said dismissively, "we were hanging out in my place and I floated the idea" 

"You say that like it happened so casually. If I remember right you were high as balls and telling me how much you loved me and wanted to be with me forever" 

"Semantics" Eddie waved a hand, "anyway, like I said earlier we went down to the Courthouse and the Judge squared it all away"

"We got my dress and your suit at the thrift store at the same time" you laughed, "the guy behind the counter didn't believe us when we said we wanted to get married in these clothes" 

"Wait, that's your wedding dress?" Mike asked looking at your yellow dress, it was something that might have been in style a decade ago with it's flared sleeves and shorter length just about reaching the middle of your thighs,

"Yeah and Eddie's suit. He's only got one good one" you nodded, "so yeah, that's the whole story. Do you feel better now?" 

Dustin nodded enthusiastically with Mike and Lucas following his lead. Steve meanwhile stared forlornly at his hamburger. Before you could make a  comment about his actions the bell above the door in the diner chimed and a rowdy bunch entered, 

"We found you, Freak!" Jason Carver and his group of acolytes stormed towards your table and all at once the cheerful mood disappeared, "what it's not enough that you corrupted your own freak friends into selling their souls for your weird fucking cult, you have to do with these innocent kids as well? I expected better of you Sinclair" 

"Dude just go, you're not gonna like where this ends" Steve stood up from the booth and faced off against Jason, 

"What are you gonna do huh Harrington? You're not King anymore" Jason squared off against the older boy, 

"You heard him, you won't like how it ends" you backed Steve up with a dangerous lilt to your voice, you were having a good time and you didn't need this overblown Ken Doll to harsh your vibe,

"Ohh the Freak's girlfriend I'm so scared" Jason and his lackeys laughed, "why don't you ditch him honey? I bet I could make you scream better than he could" 

Something inside you snapped. You'd had enough of Jason Carver and guys like him, you'd dealt with them your whole life and tonight you were taking a stand, 

"See I have a hard time believing that. Cause you got one crucial fact wrong" you slid out of the booth and put yourself between Jason and Steve with a smile on your face,

"I'm not his girlfriend" and with that you punched Jason as hard in the face as you could watching as he crumbled from the unexpected contact,

"That's my wife!"

Tagging some folks who might be interested: @hellfireeddiemunson @pillow-titties @jobean12-blog @eddiesmutson @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @summerofsnowflakes @thisishellfire

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader #stranger things x fem!reader #duchess writes #duchess.txt #the god and goddess of hellfire 🔥

[chaoticillness]

A Memory of the Sunset

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Featuring: Kaedehara Kazuha x gn!reader (can be interpreted as romantic or platonic)

Warnings: mention of blood

Director’s Cut: i abused the enter key so hard on this one. a weird, slightly angsty kind-of character study that i started writing a year ago and restarted today while procrastinating. proofreader said “makes me cry 10/10” so i’m doing my job right. enjoy!

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You were eight when the man with the white hair appeared in your window for the first time.

He was a little kid then too, no younger than you judging by the looks of him. Groggily rousing yourself from the clutches of your comforter, you wobbled over to the windowsill and asked,

“How’d you get up? That’s high.”

He said, 

“That’s a secret.”

You were thirteen when he started appearing every night. Looking back, you wonder if he was lonely. Yeah, your parents would tell you stranger danger and all that, but he just felt safe. Someone to talk to when nobody else was there. Deep down, you both knew neither of you would judge the other.

As the leaves changed, you started riding a bike to the forest down your street. He had told you that he liked the leaves when their colors started to darken, as they fell in preparation for the wrath of Winter. When you asked him why, he murmured something passingly about the wind being stronger and left it at that. He never told you much about where he came from. You figured maybe he and his parents were estranged, what with all the sneaking out. 

On a brutally cold Saturday, you saw him peek his head out from behind a tree in the forest. He glanced left and right, and finally landed on you. 

“Why are you here? You’re not supposed to be here. And what’s with the puffer jacket?”

“Uh, I was taking a walk…”

“Well, it doesn’t matter that much,” he replied, “You’re here now.” A pause, and he adds, “Kazuha.” 

“Huh?” you question.

“My name-“ he backtracks. “I realized that I’d never told you.”

You’d never heard of any… Kazuha in your neighborhood, but you didn’t question it. Maybe you were naive, or maybe you had an inkling of what he really was. Rolling over memories in your mind, you wonder why he stayed that long with you back then, and never anyone else.

• • • • •

The fire escape in your first apartment was faulty. It was temperamental and it damn well never worked when it needed to, but it was his favorite, so you kept it. He liked to sit there with you and watch the purple sunsets over the bustle and brass of the street under. Talk about anything, everything. Except his family. He knew yours, every cousin and every grandparent, but when you tried asking him on that fire escape his face crumpled. Squeezing your hand, he murmured, “It’s a long story.”

You never asked him again.

Kazuha never seemed to have any milestones, or commitments, or anything at all. He was there, and then he was gone. But he was always there for yours, whether it was your high school graduation or your cousin’s wedding. The boy had carved a place out for himself in the muscle fibers of your heart, slithering through your bloodstream, an essential element of your functioning. 

And then he was gone.

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Some people are just born to wander, leaving their fingerprints on everything they touch, a sign they were there. That they loved and they lost and they lived.

And some people are born to be left behind by the wanderers, to be the canvas for those fingerprints, a sign that they were there too. 

The sunset is beautiful tonight.

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A/N: fun fact! when i first started writing this, it was intended to be a Peter Pan-esque AU inspired by Devil by the Window by TXT, but i left it sitting in my notes app until now and it turned into this weird word vomit about loss. what can i say? inspiration strikes when it wants. <- (me pretending i write more than once every six months)

#favoniuslibrary #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #kazuha x you #kazuha x reader #kaedahara kazuha #kazuha #genshin angst #genshin imagines #i considered kazuha being these supernatural creatures also: ghost #and also some type of mythological god figure thing #we need kazuha back tbh hoyo #i wrote this instead of doing my homework #skull emoji

[almostgigi]

"I Know The End"

Warnings: hurt/no comfort, angst everywhere, crying, yelling, unrequited love, light use of y/n, heartache. So fucking sorry!! Also Eddie throws some mean comments so, mean!Eddie but almost not.

Summary: Reader confesses to bestfriend!Eddie, but he stands there and, after a few seconds, he turns around and leaves. Poor reader’s heart is shattered and her only company are her sorrows. Seeing him again would be a challenge.

wc:2.9k

Eds and I were friends for a long time now. We met at school when I was just the new kid with big hopes and dreams and they seemed to go to hell on the second day there. A group of boys from the basketball team harassed me and made me cry, but it was ok, cause my hero came to rescue me.

“¡leave her alone you assholes! She’s a lady, ¿what the fuck are you doing treating a lady like this? That just speak of how little your dicks are, no men that deserves respect would do this” he had said. Somehow, he broke those guys egos and they left me alone forever. I haven’t heard a word from their mouths ever again. Not to me at least. They were afraid he would come at them if they did.

He was now my best friend, confined to love me for eternity and beyond, and so was I. We started hanging out, and then hanging out more until there was no time we spent separated. Nights talking, drinking, smoking. Evenings of coffee and cookies, mornings of jogging and laughing at how funny Eddie runs. Days after days where our trust in each other was stronger and our bond was even unbreakable. He knew my house, he met my dad, I knew his place and had met Wayne. There was nothing we didn’t tell each other; I knew everything about him and he knew everything about me. Well, everything except for one thing; my eternal and utter love for him.

There was a point in my life where I started to see him differently, I don’t know when that was because suddenly I realized most of the time I thought about him, or I would dream with him, maybe even pay more attention to his gestures. But I know exactly when was the exact moment I knew I was inevitably in love with Eddie.

We were in his trailer, I stayed the night. We already had dinner and were watching a movie in his couch, my legs resting on his lap, one of his hands caressing me every now and then. Some shitty horror movie was on but I was lost in my head. Suddenly I look at Eddie who was very invested in the movie, and I notice his lashes are longer than last time I saw them. He’s always been a fan of horror movies to the point where they made them laugh at some moment. And when he did I looked at his lips and I mentally slapped myself for even looking at something that shouldn't be important to me. But his smile was beautiful, and his laughter made his chest rise and fall quickly. His chest, I wanted to sleep in it, I knew it was the most comfortable and his heart rang in my ear when he did. And suddenly I imagine myself kissing him, it was only a second that flew in my mind, but it was enough to make me move in my place trying to get that thought out of my head, it wasn't right.

“everything ok sweetheart?” he asked.

“y-yes, I was just sleepy” I invent an excuse worth having thought of such a thing.

“oh, in that case, let’s go to bed. I’m sleepy too, I was just comfortable” he giggles and I die inside. He’s mesmerizing. “I’ll feed the cat and we’ll go to bed, alright?”.

“yeah, sure. I wanna say goodbye to Moonlight please” a stray cat we often fed and we decided to name after a few months.

“course honey. Here you go Moonlight, but first...” he picked the cat up in his arms. “mommy wants to say goodbye” his words went straight to my fast-beating heart. I kissed the kitty on the head and scratched behind his ears a little. Then he went to eat as Eddie puts him down. “now we’re done for today. I’ll close everything and you go put your pjs, alright?” I nodded and went to his room. Room we often shared when I stayed the night. We were already comfortable enough to sleep together, but that night was different. “you ready? It’s freezing cold outside, good thing I got the heater last week, although I’m warmer when you hold onto me” he lets a snort out and I wonder what he’s thinking about.

“you use me for my heating service” I say in a playful tone.

“oh darling, you wound me, I’ll never hurt you anyway possible” his arms wrap around me and the cold weather is left behind as we warm each other, our bodies intertwined, also our legs. “I’ll see you tomorrow baby, good night” his voice in a whisper.

“good night Eds”.

I realized I wanted common and simple life only if it was with him. Just him and I and out little Moonlight against the world. Pay the bills and make dinner, go to sleep under a million covers and hug forever in the bed. Wake up together jsut like we always do and kiss under the light of the kitchen when I’m making breakfast.

And I would of loved it if that night wasn’t only my awakening, but his too. It would have been a dream come true if he realized he actually loved as me more than just a best friend while our bodies were wrap together. But it didn’t, it was just a normal night for him. To me, it was my whole heart exploding into a million pieces like fireworks.

I can’t blame him for not feeling what I felt all this time, that would be just pathetic of me. Plus, I can’t really hate him even if I tried my very best. So I had gathered my guts and I’ve put them close to my mouth so I could say what I’ve been meaning to say for a long time. It was easy, right?

I love you.

I’ve been loving you for a real good time.

I love you with my soul.

Nope, it wasn’t easy. Just thinking about it makes me wanna throw up. There are many ways this could go.

1- He loved me too (I’m waiting is this one and this one only so we can be Mr. and Mrs. Munson someday)

2- He loves me like a friend and nothing more but eventually falls for me (I fell first but he felt harder)

3- He doesn’t love me and never will (I’ll probably go sleep on the highway)

4- He hates me and never wants to speak to me ever again.

¿See? Those are good options. Well, not good if he doesn’t love me back but at least they’re realistic. And as you can see, I didn’t say

5- He stays quiet with a blank stare and then leaves without saying a word like a fucking psycho.

Which, if you wanna guess, is exactly what he did. Maybe it was a reflex, or the best he thought at the moment, but he knows me like the palm of his hand and he knew that would hurt me.

This night was almost exactly like the night I realized I loved him. Him and I and a movie we didn’t know. Moonlight was already ours, so he was inside in his tiny bed. I did not think, that would have made it harder, I just said it.

“Eddie, I love you” I spit.

“I love you too, dummy” he thinks I tell him I love him like I normally would.

“No Eds... I love you” I say the mid word in a different tone so that he understands what love I meant. The hand that was holding my leg finally lets go and goes back to his lap. His eyes are astronomically big right there and then, he can’t believe it. What can I say? I’m good at hiding stuff. He stares a couple seconds more and then he just gets up, grabs his keys and leave. Leaves my house like millions of other times, but this one feels wrong. Feels like he’s never coming back through that door. Feels like a thousand cuts in my heart and he didn’t even say goodbye.

I curl up in bed and cry myself to sleep. Inside my head I keep reliving the moment he leaves me and I sob uncontrollably until I have no more tears left to cry and I try my best to rest.

“It’s been three days, rob, three fucking days. He’s never been away from me that long, he’s not going to be my friend anymore, that’s it” I was convinced he was gone and everything in between us both would stay forever unspoken, broken.

”Darling, you need to give him time, he’s a man, they can’t process information fast, look at dingus” one movement of her head leads me to look at Steve who’s moving some boxes around the house.

”Huh?” he says, he heard his name.

“See? Living proof” she jokes. We both laugh and keep helping him around.

”You moving out?” I ask given the thousand boxes he’s carrying.

“I wish, no. I’m just moving this to the garage. Some things I no longer need. I’ll take them to charity tomorrow morning” he leaves one on the floor and shows us some clothes and toys from when he was a little boy.

“Here, I’ll help you organize them” maybe that way would be more easy and fast.

“Go nuts baby” his smile is wide and I spend my evening with them, having a good time and forgetting about anything else.

Monday mornings were absolutely disgusting to me. I could barely drag my feet out of the bed and make coffee. School wasn’t any better, and without the best of my friends I can say it would be a shitty day.

“Maybe he has been thinking and came to the fact that he loves you but he’s waiting to tell you when you’re alone” Peter, one of my friends, says trying to cheer me up.

“Or he hates me for ruining our friendship and he’ll rather die struck by lightning than see me again” me being a pessimist was absolutely normal by now.

“Or there’s that too” I give Peter a dead stare. “What? You said it” I shake my head and keep eating.

By the time we had to leave I couldn’t find Eddie nowhere. He wasn’t at lunch in the cafeteria and he wasn’t in his respective classes. He wasn’t in the library either so I had only one place more to look. Old drama classroom where he and the guys would have hellfire reunions was close on my way out so I step aside and knocked. It seemed like nobody was in there but I could see the lights on. I stepped inside not even wanting to knock again. He was sitting in his throne observing the nothingness and thinking I assume.

“Sorry, I saw the lights and went in. Couldn’t find you anywhere” I explain to him, as he lifts his gaze to connect it with mine.

“Mhm” It’s the only thing he says. He doesn’t speak, just hums.

“I’ve been looking for you, wanted to talk you know?” I launch an attempt to touch on the subject.

“about?” he tries to avoid it, obviously.

“don’t play dumb, you know about what” I spit. No time for rodeos.

“It’s not a big deal, don’t bother” the way he talks, he’s never done it before.

“¿It’s not a big deal? ¡Of course it’s a big deal! I told you I love you for God’s sake ¿How is that not a big deal?” tears already threatening to come out of my eyes.

“I didn’t intend to hurt you” yeah sure.

“but you did, you stood there like a ghost and never said a word, which I can almost understand because you weren’t expecting it, but then you proceeded to avoid me for days when we always spend them together, that I can’t understand. I refuse to, actually” my stomach hurts, like a million butterflies dying.

“you know I hate awkward situations, I don’t know how to handle them. What did you expect, really?”

“I don’t know, but certainly not avoiding me, that’s not the answer to any problem” I raise my voice a little, a hot rage coming from me was palpable in the air.

“well I’m sorry if I can’t be the perfect guy you want me to be. Apparently I’m some kind of imbecile since I can’t take correct decisions” he’s fully screaming at me now. I want to cry like a baby.

“you’re being idiotic Eddie, you’re missing the point. I came here to make things better, not to fight” I hold both my arms with my own hands to give me some kind of comfort.

“pretty fucking nice we’re treating each other, ¿don’t you think?” still loud, the vocabulary extends a little.

“we’re losing the thread of the conversation, please” I try my best to calm down as it’s not going well and I’m making him react the worst possible, and that makes me wanna cry even more.

“¿What do you want from me?” he’s tired, almost as if talking to me devastated him. Made him feel empty.

“¿From the bottom of my heart? For you to love me like I do. But I know I can’t force you to do it, so I want you to be clear, honest. I need to hear you at least, cause being away from you it’s killing me” the sweet sound of his voice was like caramel to my ears. I loved to hear him talk about his likings and everything he did say during the day. These past four-to-five days were torture. Not being able to hear him, his laugh or just him complaining about a song or movie he hates and had to see cause Wayne wanted to at dinner table.

“I just- I don’t feel like that y/n” and just like that my world fainted. I knew he probably didn’t like me back. But hearing him say it is actually really hurtful.

“Okay... Yeah, that’s what I needed. See? That wasn’t so bad” tears roll down on my face, from my cheeks to end in my lips, where I taste them, salty.

“it’s not okay, you’re hurt now, you’re hurt cause I don’t love you like a woman” his hands are in the air, every movement defining his uncomfortable behaviour.

“I lived before being unloved by you even as a friend, I’m not gonna die without your love” I state my point as a ‘I don’t care if you don’t love me back’ even when I do.

“so you don’t want us to be friends anymore?” almost a question, almost an statement.

“that’s not what I said, c'mon”

“you said that if you didn’t have my friendly love you would live anyways”

“yes, but do you know how fucking much that would hurt? Eddie, I rather have you as a friend than not have you at all” my brows frowning as I plead with my eyes. I plead that he understands how much I love him as a friend first and then whatever this is. “I can live without being loved by you, but I can’t live without you in my life” I take his hands in mine, he flinches at first, then he let’s me take them. “you’ve been my person all this damn time, you’ve been there for me and we’ve been each other’s comfort. I can’t lose you. A world without you in it is a world I don’t wanna live in. A little heartache won’t kill me, I’ve been there before. Loosing you will, looking at you and not being able to talk to you. Seeing you from afar and thinking I can’t tell you to come watch a movie, to hear a new song with me. Walk through the forest with you or go to parties just to drink and dance then go for a burger and home like old people. Smoking together and sharing the most stupid thoughts, laughing so hard it hurts, but good. That would kill me” the sudden feeling of his hand on my cheek makes me go black instantly. Forgetting my love for him would be the hardest I’ll ever had to do. But it had to be done.

“I’ll eventually come back to you, I know. But I’m not ok, I never meant for this to happen and I feel responsible. Hope you can forgive me and give me the space I need, I’ll come back to you when I’m better, when I’m not feeling guilty or like I could break your heart even more for being close to you, with any gesture of mine” all of his insecurities about this were showing finally, and I felt like I broke the most pure thing I had in my life. I should of kept my mouth shut. He leaves again, this time I just know he ain’t coming back, cause I’m not gonna look for him like today. I interrupted his space to see him, that’s not gonna happen again. He prefers not to keep me, that’s okay, I’ll learn to live like this. Wish I wasn’t crying like I just lost my life.

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Opposite Ends 

Chapter Nine - My Mixtape

C1 | C2 | C3 | C4 | C5 | C6 | C7 | C8 | C10 | C11 | C12 | C13 pt1 | C13 pt 2 |

Chapter Ten is out now, enjoy Sunflowers x 🌻

Pairing | Eddie x Female reader 18+. Steve x Robin x Female reader platonic friendship

Series summary | Dustins older sister got brought into the group during the events of Starcourt mall, 3 months on she's in her senior year and the kids are starting high school. After everything that went down she feels that she has to keep them safe at all costs, that includes keeping them way from the charismatic 'freak' Eddie Munson that runs a club based on their favourite game. They've both hated each other since freshman year -with good reason-, but when keeping distance between the kids and Eddie means putting herself in the firing line, boundaries get blurred, intentions get lost & the heart speaks louder than the brain.

The story is told from both Y/N & Eddies point of view.

What to expect | Slow burn enemies to lovers, Angst - with a happy ending (fix-it-fic if you will), fluff & smut (in the later chapters). 18+ to read this story.

Series Warnings | Mentions of abuse, drug use, 18+ smut content

Chapter word count | 12 K Word Count

Chapter warnings | Swearing, allusions to Smut, violent descriptions, allusions to SA, underage drinking.

As always, any & all comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Love, P. x 🌿

Authors Note | As always, if you've read the entire chapter then thank you for reading & I hope you enjoyed it. Um, yeah. I don’t really know what to say about this one :/, I had to take several breaks while writing.

Y/N | March 1986 

Being with Eddie was as natural as breathing, easy. Every moment I spent with him made the events of last year turn into a distant, terrifying nightmare, slipping to the back of my mind with every passing day. For every positive impact I had on him, he repaid towards me in ten folds, always outdoing me. Eddie fell into my life like I had been waiting specifically for him, I had just been in limbo, going through the motions of mundane day to day activities until he gave my existence meaning. 

How he had gone from being one of the people I loathed the most on the planet, to one of the few I couldn’t live without, gave me whiplash. After the first night Eddie snuck over to my house, we had fallen into an easy pattern in each other lives, as if we’d been a part of it since the beginning. 

Despite having followed the same routine for a couple of months now, butterflies still churned excitedly within me as I got ready for school, the thought of seeing Eddie making me smile as I jumped lightly trying to get my jeans on. I grabbed the blue sweater that I knew he loved most on me and paused briefly in my full-length mirror at my bedroom door to double check my appearance. 

My neck snapped back to scrutinise my face, a cold tremor running through me as I looked for a hint of the black lines haunting my skin. Deciding that it must have been the shivering shadow from the tree outside my bedroom window, I grabbed my bag and headed out through the door, slamming it shut tightly behind me. 

I hesitated in the hallway as I noticed a bundle of wires swaying gently outside of the window above the entry table, my mouth hung open slightly as I walked over to see where they led to, but they disappeared up and over the roof gutter. 

“Son of a bitch.” There was a thump and a static noise “Try tigers 86.”  Dustin’s thick voice sounded through his room at the end of the corridor. There was a whirring sound and the distant disturbance of clicking on a keyboard. 

“Holy shit.” My mom swept past me with a quizzical look as she heard his swearing, the sleeves of her colourfully checked shirt rolled up and her blonde hair pinned back.

“What’s the hold up? You guys are going to be late.” I shrugged as she pounded on his door, my school bag slipped off my shoulder with the movement. 

“Dusty what’s going on in there, you’re gonna be late.” She slid his roller door open as he screamed. 

“Don’t come in I’m naked!” Our Mom gasped and slammed it shut, avoiding eye contact with me as she bustled back down to the kitchen, her face beaming red. I glanced back at the wires and tip toed to his door, pressing my ears against the grainy wood. 

“I’m running out of time here.” He whispered; I opened the door back up again quietly. He was well and truly dressed and had his mouth against the talking piece of his ham radio, the voice of his long-distance girlfriend Suzie, crackling through the other end of it. I leant against the doorframe as I waited for him to notice. 

“Do you see it?” He asked nervously. 

“Yeah I see it, Yikes Dusty.” He groaned in conformation, leaning back on his swivel chair. His eyes widened as he spied me in the doorway, my lips pursed disapprovingly.  

“Whatcha doing there Dusty?” I teased, smiling wide as he faltered dangerously in his desk chair, narrowly saving himself from falling. I dropped my crossed arms and turned away, leaving his door open. 

“Hurry up, we still need to pick up Eddie and Max. Let’s goooo.” I called back loudly as he tapped his pencil against a note pad, hastily saying goodbye to Suzie. I swiped my keys from their hook in the entry way and nabbed a cold buttered piece of toast from the kitchen bench, muttering a quick farewell through a mouthful of food to my Mom, laughing as I noticed the colour hadn’t completely drained from her face. 

As I waited for Dustin and my car engine to warm up, I rubbed my temples as I leant against the head rest of my driver seat, a familiar migraine making an appearance. I hadn’t been smoking nearly as much as usual lately, as Eddie’s presence sufficed far more for a distraction than pot did for me these days. The headaches were getting worse, but I knew as soon as I seen his infectious smile and felt his warm rough hand slide into mine, I would be okay. A hot blush crept up my neck as the thoughts of last night played in my mind, bruises matching Eddie’s long fingers adorned my hips as he tried to stop me from getting off of him from where we laid on the couch at his trailer.

“Just stay.” He had purred, nuzzling his teeth against my neck, making me laugh and squirm. 

“I can’t.” His puppy dog expression had tugged at my heart strings, but I had already spent the night at his three times this week, and it was only Friday. The passenger door of my car opened letting a spring breeze ruffle through my hair, snapping me out of my thoughts. 

“AH AH AH.” I tsked, holding my hand up as Dustin slung his bag onto the floor, pausing midway as he jumped into the seat.  

He rolled his eyes as he pulled the door shut behind him. “Oh relax, your boyfriend can sit with you once we get there.” My blush deepened at his words, I pretended to ignore him as I turned back in my seat rigidly, lowering the hand break as I reversed down the driveway carelessly. 

Eddie and I hadn’t put labels on whatever we were, but we didn’t argue the title whenever it was thrown around by the group. Yes, I admitted that we hung out all the time, said and did sweet things that made Steve and Robin and the kids fake gag behind our backs. But the word boyfriend just wasn’t enough to describe Eddie, I needed something more permanent to reflect how I felt that I couldn’t live without him. Geez, I thought, as I chewed on the inside of my cheek, not paying attention as I almost hit our neighbour's mailbox, when did I get so dramatic?

My headache was pounding painfully behind my eyes as we pulled up to the trailer park, Max was already waiting for us on the weathered steps of her home, but as I instinctively looked over towards Eddie’s van, I couldn’t see the tell-tale cloud of cigarette smoke. I slowed to a stop on the shoulder of the makeshift dirt road and undid my seatbelt, jumping out as Max made her way over to us. 

“Give me a sec.” I called, jogging across the dead grass towards the Munson trailer. I didn’t hesitate as I tore up the steps, my shoes dislodging some of the flaking paint. I didn’t bother knocking, I’d practically spent more time here than my own home, essentiality becoming one of the permanents fixtures of the trailer. It was still early enough that Eddie’s uncle hadn’t gone to sleep after his shift yet, he was lounging comfortably in the reading chair in the corner of the living room, a half-eaten sandwich balancing precariously on his knee as he flicked the page of a beaten paper back. 

“Hi Wayne.” He jumped at the door snapping back against the wall panels as I swung it open, dusting off my feet before stepping inside. The swirling cigarette smoke create a thick haze as it made my eyes water, I left the wooden door open to let the smoke flow through the screen. 

“Hey sweetheart, that time already?” He rubbed his eyes drowsily as he checked his watch. “He’s been working a new song; he hasn’t stopped since I got home. Y’know where to find him.” He waved me on, and I smiled graciously at him as I turned down the hallway.

Wayne had accepted me and treated me with nothing but kindness since Eddie had tried to bring me home to officially meet his uncle, promising me that I had nothing to worry about when I argued against him. I had panicked that his uncle might not have been very receptive after the way I’d treated Eddie, but as I hesitated in the doorway of his trailer with Eddie by my side, he had just smiled knowingly at me, clapped his nephew on the shoulder and laughed gruffly. ‘I’m glad you cut your shit out Eds, she’s a pretty one.’ 

I followed the familiar treaded footsteps in the aged carpet towards Eddies room, the soft music from his guitar flowing through his closed door as he hummed a tune to go along with it. The raging pounding in my head slithered away with each step that brought me closer, like it knew I was moments away from being in Eddie’s presence again. I paused at his door to marvel at the sweet sound of his voice mixing with the octaves of his instrument before I slammed it open with a loud smack, sending him sprawling off the edge of his bed, his guitar sliding from his lap. 

I stepped through and nudged the door closed with the heel of my shoe as he watched me, he was shirtless, and his baggy jeans sat low on his hips from his belt being undone. The cigarette in the corner of his mouth fell to the carpet as his shocked face looked up to meet my laughing one. He quickly picked it up before it could create another burn hole in the fabric and crushed it in the ashtray. 

“C’mon Munson, what are you doing? Get it together, we gotta go.” I squealed as he launched himself up from the floor at me, wrapping his arms around my centre and throwing me down onto the messy, warm covers of his bed, quickly pressing his bare chest against me. His wild mane of hair got tangled in the space between us as laughter consumed us both, his strands of curls finding their way between his lips. He pulled his hair away from his face as he leant down to kiss me, trapping me beneath his body as I squirmed and half-heartedly pushed back against him. 

“Come on.” I giggled against his mouth as he rolled his hips down into mine, feeling his excitement growing. “We’re gonna be late for the pep rally.” He moved his mouth to my neck and groaned, flattening himself against me, his weight knocking the breath right out of me. 

“Ugh, don’t remind me. I’m only going because you’re making me.” He pulled back to look at me, his eyes softening as they met mine as he shook his hand in the air in a rude imitation of cheerleaders shaking their pom poms. 

“I don’t wanna go either, but Robins playing in band, and I have to make sure she-.” I bit my lip as Vickie’s name almost slipped past, I had told Eddie almost everything about me, but that secret wasn’t mine to tell. “I have to support Robin.” His eyes travelled down my chest as he playfully tugged at my sweater, either not noticing or not bothering to comment on my slip up. 

“You look nice today.” I cocked my eyebrows, jokingly acting offended. “You always look nice y/n.” Eddie rolled his eyes as the corner of my lips lifted. “Just nicer than usual.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck as I lifted myself from his mattress to kiss him, but something caught my attention. I pulled back and narrowed my eyes as I squinted up at something glinting on his ceiling. 

“What is that?” I questioned, he rolled off me slightly to the side to see what I was talking about. 

“What?” He snapped, panicking about what I’d found. “Oh.” Relief flooded his voice as a wide grin spread across his face, his eyes following mine.

“I told you y/n, you agreed to come with me once we’ve graduated. I’m going to take a polaroid of us fucking in every state to make a photo album, I don’t want to forget a single time with you. That’s just the first one.” He jerked his chin upwards, and I peered up at the sun glinting off the reflective surface, the outline of my naked back coming into focus, my face reddened as I saw where our two bodies connected in the photo. 

“Eddie” I screeched indignantly, his expression clouding with glee at my tone. 

“I said you could take the photo; I didn’t say you could put it on display for everyone to see!” I sat forward on my elbows as he jumped up from his bed, staring at the strong contours of his back as I tried not to let my anger get sidetracked. The thought of his uncle seeing the photo sending a knot of panic and embarrassment through me. 

“Y/n, when you have art like that, you don’t hide it away.” I huffed as he looked back at me from his dresser as he pawned through the messy draws, knowing that he was going to get away with it, as he always did. Knowing that I could never stay mad at him. 

“So dramatic.” He laughed, as he tossed his curls back and forth. I slid from his mattress and made my way across the room to him, wrapping my arms around him and pressing my wet lips against his back, I traced my fingertips across the top of his waist band. He shuddered at my touch and spun around to embrace me, I danced out of his grasp before he could trap me again. He groaned as I hesitated with my hand on the door handle, ready to make a quick escape, he palmed his boner through the fabric of his jeans as I smirked at him provocatively.

“We really have to go Edward.” 

“Oh Edward. Now I’m really in trouble.” I smirked at him as I ran my tongue over my lips, laughing lightly over how well he knew me, I only called him by his full name when I was being serious, he learned to take me sincerely the hard way. 

“Tease.” He muttered, turning back to his draws and pulling a stretched-out Hellfire shirt over his head, from the small makeup stain on the collar I recognised it as the one he usually dressed me in after sex, he refused to let me wash it after I’d worn it, saying that there was nothing on God’s green earth that could compare to the smell. 

Our first fight had come after I had sneakily washed a few things when he’d fallen asleep during one of the first times I stayed over. Eddie had said I had betrayed him on every level, so now whenever he visited my home, he would spray whatever he was wearing with my perfume in case I ever pulled a stunt like that again. I didn’t argue as he slid on his vest and followed me back down the hallway, my skin prickling as I sensed his closeness behind me. 

Wayne smiled lovingly at us both as Eddie ducked his head under the main door frame to avoid hitting it and I skipped down the steps, wishing us a good day. 

The spring air whipped through my loose hair and the warm sun beat down, I turned as Eddie clapped behind me, holding his hands out towards me. “Keys.” He whistled, I stopped next to the driver’s side of my car as he pinned me against it, stopping me from opening the door. 

“Are you serious?” I gasped as Dustin and Max stared at us through the back window. 

“Deadly.” He raised his eyebrows as he held his hand out towards me.

“You’re a terrible driver.”  

“Better than you y/n.” 

“You drive like a maniac.” 

“You drive like a grandmother.” 

“Fine.” I snapped, holding the keys out in front of his open hands, I snatched them back as he reached for them. “But we’re studying tonight after Hellfire, actually studying Eds.” His face dropped as he considered my deal. 

“Fine.” He relented as I dropped them into his outstretched palm, he followed me around to the passenger side to open my door for me. Dustin and Max’s voices drifted from the back seats as I slid into mine. 

“No Dustin, I haven’t spoken to Lucas, okay? So just drop it.” Max clipped her headphones over her ears and turned her walker up as loud as it would go, turning in her seat to stare gloomily out her window. My eyes looked up to meet my brothers in the rear-view mirror as a flicker of hurt crossed his features, shrugging his shoulders as his gaze met mine. The car rocked as Eddie pulled open his door and roughly fell into his seat, his jacket brushing against my arm. 

“Your car is so low.” He complained grumbly, reaching down to let the seat back so he could stretch his legs comfortably. 

“OW.” Dustin yelled as the seat slipped back too far and crushed him. I laughed as Eddie scooted it back forward. 

“Sorry kid sorry.” Dustin reached forward to fiddle with the dials on my radio as Eddie turned the engine over, leaning back in his seat after finding a station he liked but Eddie whacked his hand away as he slid in his own tape, I looked at him curiously as I spied my name on the cover.

“I made this for you last night after you left.” He explained and smiled at me sheepishly as warmth fired through me. 

I watched Eddie cautiously as he slipped my car into reverse and slung his arm over my seat to look out the back window. He smiled as he caught me staring at him as the music started up, turning the wheel with his palm as he reached down to grab my hand with his free one, intwining his fingers through mine. 

“Gross.” Max and Dustin muttered in union as we sped off, the sound of my favourite songs being played by Eddie on his guitar, a mix of my own choice and some of his reverberating through the car. 

“CORNER.” Eddie yelled out as he followed Steve’s BMW into the school parking lot, sending Dustin to launch into Max in the back seat. Gravel spun beneath the tires of my car with his sharp turn, flicking up towards the hoard of students trampling the freshly mown grass, making their way towards the gym. The sea of green and white parted as Eddie drove into a park furthest away from the main entrance, quickly speeding past Steve as he rolled to a stop in the middle of the road to let Robin out. She shouted out from the open passenger window of Steve’s car as we slipped by them, smiling at me as I turned in my seat to wave at her. My eyes flicked to the rear-view mirror as Eddie slipped the gearstick into park, to look at the towering forest trees behind the red bricked school buildings. 

“Hey wait up.” Robin quickly jumped from her seat and grabbed her band gear from the back of his car before jogging over to where we all slowly piled out. Steve raised his hand from the steering wheel in greeting towards us as his eyes flicked to where Eddie was rough housing with Dustin, as he reversed out of the school carpark his smile slipped from his face, avoiding my stare as he drove past. He was dressed in his uniform for the opening shift at Family Video, I reminded myself to drop by later to check in on him.

Even though I hadn’t said anything, Dustin, Steve, Robin and Max had figured out pretty quickly the reason for my sudden return from the land of moping to my regular happy self. Eddie and I thought we’d successfully been sneaking around for about a week after he stayed at mine before Max slammed her hand down on the cafeteria table during lunch, I had just finished coming up with some lame excuse about needing to see Mr Mundy about an assignment when she spoke up, Robin nodding along in agreement beside her with a mouthful of food. 

“Oh, for God’s sake y/n. We know about you and Eddie.” She sighed in exasperation as I froze, my eyes flickering across the busy dining hall to meet Eddie’s, he was half risen out of his chair the same as I, getting ready to meet me at our agreed spot in the woods. I had slumped back into my seat, embarrassingly resigned to tell them the truth that they both claimed, ‘was so obvious, only an idiot could miss it’.  

After that, the group had welcomed him in with warm arms since we followed each other everywhere we went, well mostly welcomed him. Steve still sat on the fence about the whole thing, I figured that was mostly due to the fact that Eddie messed with his carefully stacked tapes at work when he wasn’t looking, while waiting for me to finish my shift. Steve could never catch him, and Robin and I swore that he hadn’t touched them, and that Steve was going crazy.

I had made Eddie stop though when we’d noticed that Steve was developing a little bit of a bald spot from the stress. 

Not a lot had changed for Dustin except that he was around Eddie a whole lot more outside of Hellfire and school. Our mom was thrilled, giving me pointed looks every time his hands brushed the back of mine during dinner, after weeks of her badgering me I’d finally agreed to invite him over, but only if we ordered in instead of cooking. Eddie had been a gentleman and told her that dinner was nice but not as good as her cooking, setting a huge smile on her face. Mom had insisted that he join us again soon, to which he painstakingly agreed to, I had laughed and told him it was his funeral. We had gone through the facade of saying goodbye and pretending to drive off before he walked back to mine after dark and snuck back through my window and stayed the night for the second time. 

Dustin refused to acknowledge us as anything but friends, subtly nudging my door open wider whenever he passed us sitting in my room, intrusively invading our conversations if he saw we were laying on my bed together, giving Eddie death stares. As a result, we kept our more, physical activities to when we were at his trailer, or in his van, or at our spot in the woods or after a corroded coffin concert in the bathroom… 

Someone slipped their hand into mine as I watched the tail end of Steve’s car disappear around the corner, bringing me out of my thoughts.

“You okay y/n?” I tightened my fingers around Eddie’s as I looked up to his warm brown eyes glinting in the sun, his face filled with care and concern exploded joy within me. He held the mixtape he had made for me up in the air, sliding it into my pocket when I nodded with a small smile on my face. He traced small circles on the side of my hand, tugging me towards the gym with everyone else. 

“Max, Max.” Someone called out and I prodded her shoulder as Ms Kelley ran over waving to get her attention, she stopped and turned to where I was pointing, pulling her headset off. We all paused and waited for Max until the counsellor stared at us and waved us on, clapping her hands together and turning back to talk to her. 

“We’ll catch up with you later I guess.” I muttered to her, I let Eddie pull me forward again and I tugged on Robin sleeve as she stood still, staring back at Ms Kelley with her mouth hanging wide as people pushed in against us from all sides. 

“Shit.” Groaned Robin “I’m going to be late.” She tossed her schoolbag at Dustin and ran towards the gym, struggling to shove her band hat on top of her thick head of curls as she shoved people out of her way. 

The sounds of Cheers and screams erupted from the building as we made our way through the throng of bodies, I followed Dustin as he spurred forward with purpose across the room, not questioning where he was leading us. I felt Eddie turn rigid behind me and I looked back to give him a reassuring smile, squeezing his hand as he let me lead him forward, his eyes were darting all over the place, examining the teams' mascots running around and my old cheer squad as they danced out a choreograph I’d learned a hundred times over. This wasn’t his scene, and I appreciated his effort in venturing past his comfort zone for me. His jaw clenched as the Hawkins High basketball team ran into the gym, their sneakers slapping against the polished floor as they burst through a paper banner lead by Jason Carver.

My stomach churned as we came to a stop on a bleacher next to Mike Wheeler, the heat of the mass of bodies surrounding us engulfing me in seconds, I swung my hand back and forth to fan myself as I watched Jason snatch the microphone from its stand, the rest of his team lining up behind him as they hovered behind the cheerleaders dancing. 

Eddie wrapped his arm around my waist as he whispered in my ear, low enough to not catch the attention of Dustin as he turned to talk to Mike. “Are you okay?” I twisted my head to get a better look at him as he tucked me into his body protectively, starring daggers at Jason, the look in Eddie’s eyes reminding me of the night I had told him what happened. 

We had been sitting at the bottom of my driveway in his warm van after watching him perform at The Hideout, his jacket drenched in the smell of him was draped around my shoulders, we’d been reminiscing on the first time he’d been in my house as we passed a joint back and forth, and he'd questioned why I’d been so upset. I hadn’t wanted to even think about reliving what Jason had done let alone talk about it, but as Eddie sat there tracing light patterns up and down my arm as he waited for my answer, I knew that I wanted, no, needed him to know what happened. 

He had let me get through my story without interrupting me once, just holding my hand and squeezing it when I became too choked up to continue, Eddie had wiped my tears and shaken his head when I said I didn’t know why I was overreacting, murmuring to me that I had every right to be upset. He had let me drench his shirt in my salty tears, holding me for what felt like hours as I cried into his chest, stroking my hair and tightening his arms when I buried in against him. When my last sobs had finally wracked my body and my breathing had evened, he had pulled back to look at me with a vulnerable expression.

“You’re perfect y/n, I am so sorry. I am never going to let anything bad ever happen to you again, okay? Here.” He had tugged his hand from mine and slipped off the simple silver ring on his pinkie finger, sliding it over mine and placing a soft kiss there before bringing his lips to each of my finger tips, my raw bitten nail beds glowing red in the moonlight. 

“As long as you have it, I will always be here to protect you.” If possible, my heart had swelled full of even more affection for Eddie, threatening to suffocate me as I threw my arms around his neck, overcome with tears for a whole different reason. After sneaking him into the house under my mom’s sleeping nose, he had stayed with me the whole night in my room, reading ‘The lord of the rings’ out loud while I fell asleep against his chest. 

And protect me it had, I had gotten into a habit that I had picked up from Eddie, to twist the ring around my finger instead of picking at my nails, they were thankful for it as they now grew to a healthy, pretty length. He hadn’t gotten angry then, sensing that in the moment I had just needed him there with me, but each time he saw Jason at school his anger grew, no longer taking the bullying in his stride, sometimes voicing his violent thoughts and staring at him with the same look in his eyes that he had now, just waiting for a reason to arch up to Jason, until he would notice the look on my face and force a smile, assuring me that everything was okay and graciously distracting me with contagious laugh. I constantly worried for Eddie, that he would lash out at Jason, but after the last fight between them just before winter break, the basketball team hadn’t been coming after him or his Hellfire club as much, thankfully not providing Eddie with a reason to go after him. 

Screechy feedback sounded around the gym as Eddie’s eyes bored into mine, probing my face for an answer, but as long as I was in his arms, I would never not be fine. I leaned up on my toes to press a soft kiss under his jaw as Jason’s sickening voice echoed through the microphone. 

“Ugh, get a room” A fiery head of hair appeared at Eddie’s elbow as Max made her way through the crowd, sending us a disgusted look. 

“Yeah, we’ve got one, and it’s right across from where you live.” Eddie shot back, laughing at the look on her face as I elbowed him. The school band started up in a chorus of music as the cheer team finished their routine, I looked over through the crowd of uniforms to spot Robin falter slightly as her crush Vicki turned to look at her mid-performance. 

“Look, I’m not saying that my girlfriend is better than yours. It’s just that Suzie’s, like, a certified genius.” Dustin’s voice broke over our unenthusiastic claps and I turned to look over at them. 

“You do realise that El saved the world twice, right?” Mike shot back, crossing his arms over his Hellfire shirt. Dustin screwed up his face and held up a finger. 

“And yet you still have a C in Spanish.” The crowd erupted in a deafening cheer as the band drizzled off and the Cheer team did a series of spectacular flips, jogging off to the side to make room for the Tiger Basketball team to take the centre stage. 

“Good morning Hawkins High.” I swiveled my eyes away from Jason as his fake thank you speech echoed off the walls, letting his words turn into a droll in the background, my eyes came to rest on Lucas Sinclair standing in the line of players, painfully sticking out of place as I watched him wave in our direction, Max tightened her arms around her and turned towards me, ignoring him. 

My eyes snapped back to Jason as he mentioned Billy’s name, finding his stare already trained on my face, I felt Max stiffen at my side and I shot Carver a look of distain, hating him for speaking on something he knew nothing about and comparing it to a stupid basketball game that was playing tonight. Eddie, my brother, his friends and I stood still as everyone around us burst into cheers. 

“Tonight?” Mike gasped.

“How is that possible?” Dustin yelled.

“They call it a tournament; you win one game; you go on until there’s only one team left.” Max leant forward across Eddie and me to look at Dustin, their expressions moving to Eddies in shock, but he wasn’t paying attention as he stared down at my face, watching my reaction after Jason had mentioned Billy. 

“Come on.” I murmured, laying my hand against his lean stomach under his shirt. “Let’s get out of here, we’ll see you guys at lunch.” I called back over my shoulder as I headed out of the gym, ignoring the hands that shoved back as I pushed my way through the crowd, ignoring the stares and whispers towards us as people noticed us together, never letting go of Eddie. 

I flinched as Mr Mundy’s chalk screeched against the board as he wrote out an equation, each stroke sending a violent vibration of pain through my head. I placed my face in my hands and leant down against my desk breathing in the scent of mouldy wood, turning my head to the side to peak through the curtain of my thick hair as Eddie tapped my chair leg with his shoe. 

“Are you okay baby?” His eyes flicked up to the teacher as he moved closer to me, flashing his hand out to push my hair away from my face as he looked at me concerningly. I grunted and buried my face back into my fingers as a flare of agony pulsed through me. I heard something rude muttered on my right as Eddie’s eyes snapped up angrily, but I ignored it, breathing through my mouth as a wave of nausea washed over me. My heart stopped for a moment as the icy thought of pregnancy flashed in my mind, before I remembered that I had just finished my period. I took a deep breath as Mr Mundy called on me for an answer. 

I lifted my head and squinted at the callously scrawled letters on the board, quickly doing the math to give him the answer so he could leave me alone. 

“Uh… It’s 36.” He looked disappointed like he had hoped to catch me out on the wrong answer. 

“Yes.” He sighed, turning back to the board. “Moving on. Carol –“ I froze as my eyes landed on my reflection in the dirty windows lining the far side of the classroom on my left, the trees in the forest behind the school swaying slightly behind the image of my skin crawling with festering black lines. The face stared back at me as the iris’s darkened until they turned black completely. A ringing buzzed in my ears as it drowned out the drone of the teacher, I ripped my eyes away from the window and took three deep breaths, telling myself that when I looked back up it would be gone, just like it always did.

I was vaguely aware of a strong hand wrapping around my elbow, but my head swam as I glanced back up at my reflection, the wriggling black lines worming their way into the eye sockets and spewing from the mouth. 

I’m coming for him.

I shot up from my seat, knocking Eddie’s hand from my arm and interrupting Mr Mundy. 

“Miss Henderson.” He exclaimed, but his shouts of protests quietened as I fled from the classroom, leaving my bag behind and my textbook still sprawled open on the desk as I pushed my palms against my eyes, trying to hold my brain back from blasting through my skull. My sneakers slammed on the linoleum as I threw myself forward, barely making it into the girls toilet down the empty hall before I flung the door open and collapsed to the floor in the end cubical, my cheek flattened against the cold patterned tiles, curling over in a ball as I pressed my fists into side of my head. The pressure behind my eyes raged like someone was beating on it from the inside out, my body convulsed as I couldn’t hold back the next wave of nausea, I gripped onto the side of the open toilet and pulled myself up just in time, narrowly missing the sleeve of my sweater as I heaved. I slouched against the stall door once my stomach was empty, wiping my face with the back of hand. 

Someone snapped the bathroom door opened, I straightened my shirt and tucked my hair behind my ears as I readied myself to stand up, the pounding in my head lessening with each step that brought the stranger closer. I got my feet under me and halted, my breath catching in my throat as the mixed smell of musk and clove cigarettes invaded my nose. 

No

It wasn’t possible 

I shot my hand out against the wall in front of me causing it to wobble a little under my weight, my breathing sped up as the sound of heavy footsteps stopped just outside the stall I was crouched in. 

Billy’s voiced sounded through the fragile walls. My eyes snapped closed as I hyperventilated. 

“Y/n.” His voice didn’t belong to him, not the real him anyway, my mind flashed back to the flayed Billy. My vision blurred as my legs shook, I took a deep breath to try to steady myself and launched myself from the floor, balling my fists at my sides as I prepared to face anything. As I turned towards the main door, nothing but empty air stood in front of me, the echoing sound of Billy’s voice ringing off the cracks in the walls.

I watched it move out of the corner of my eye, so slowly that the seconds ticked by like hours, I turned to face a contorted version of me crawling through the mirror onto the dirty bench, her gruesomely snapped neck turned completely to the side as it paused to watch me shake. The hairs on my arms stood up as it unfolded itself in front of me, its limbs jerking out at odd angles as the fluorescent light above us flickered. I squeezed my eyes closed as tears filled them, but when I hesitantly let them flutter open, it had moved so close to me that I could see the black lines throbbing under its skin. I stumbled back in shock, a scream building in my chest as it lifted its claw in my direction. 

I’m coming for him

A violent image of Eddie’s lifeless body being ripped to bloody shreds forced its way into my mind, jamming itself down my throat until I was choking on the metallic taste of it. Tears streamed down my face as my scream faltered on my lips, the world tilted on an unnatural angle until my vision dwindled to thick blackness.

 Eddie | March 1986

The two youngest of my club slammed their lunch trays down in union against the top of our table in the cafeteria, interrupting my tantrum, the silver cutlery on them rattled loudly as Gareth chocked on his drink. 

“Society has to blame something. We’re an easy target.” Warner’s large frame shook in his seat next to me, his black leather jacket rubbing against his Hellfire t-shirt as he tossed his head angrily. 

I’d been in the middle of dramatically reading aloud from a newspaper which warned of the dangers of D&D, when I notice Little Henderson and Wheeler sliding into the empty chairs. I tossed the article aside carelessly next to my half-eaten lunch to lean froward impatiently, crossing my arms against my chest to hold my growing anguish inside of me. 

“Dustin.” My hair fell forward over my shoulders and tickled my chin as both his and Mikes faces flashed up to meet mine, prettified expressions reflecting back at me. 

“Where’s y/n?” Dustin eyes narrowed in annoyance at my mention of his sister, if my nerves weren’t electrified with worry over her, I would have laughed. 

“Shouldn’t you know?” He raised his eyebrows and shook his shoulders as the chatter died down around us nervously, Mikes gaze flicked between us as his picked apart the piece of fried chicken in front of him. 

The slurping of Gareth’s milk carton as he drained the rest of it, broke through the silence. 

“Yeah I should, but she ran out of class earlier like she’d seen a monster, and I haven’t seen her since.” I jiggled my knee up and down in frustration, the sound of the chain lining my jean pocket tinkled into the air as I swung my head back and forth to look through the crowds of students to stare over at Robin and Max, the former raised her eyebrows at me curiously, the question reflected in her wide blue eyes. 

Where’s y/n? 

My eyes shot over to the table filled with hulking figures clad in white and green basketball jerseys, laughing as they re-enacted out moves from their stupid game last night. A surge of panic and violent anger shot through me as Jason Carvers eyes met mine, his steely smile leaving his eyes as we glowered at each other across the room. I brushed the thought that he had done something to my girl away from my mind, she was probably just sick and decided to go home, or she might have remembered an assignment due and got caught up studying. Wherever she was, I would find her and make sure she was okay.

I had collected her books and stuff she’d left behind on her desk after Calculus finished, sticking my head into empty classrooms in the hallway and even getting a freshman to check the girls bathroom for me, after I’d swung by the library without any success, I’d figured she’d be with Robin and Max at lunch, but seeing her empty chair where she should have been rightfully laughing and stealing blushing glances from me across the crowded cafeteria, shot stabs of pain through my centre. 

Dustin’s voice cut through my thoughts as I half raised out of my chair, swiping her bag from between my legs and slinging it up over my shoulder. 

“So uh, speaking of monsters, uh, Lucas has to do his uh, balls-in-laundry-basket- game.” He gestured towards me with a laugh, as I stared back icily, my patience running thin as my mind turned over where I might find y/n. 

“So… he’s not gonna be able to make it to Hellfire tonight.” Mikes gaze probed my face as Dustin laughed, his voice trailing off as he took in my expression.

“Anddddd I know there’s no way we can beat your sadistic campaign without him.” Gareth’s, Jeff’s and Warner’s eyes flashed between the two of us as his words washed over them.

“So me and Mike, we we’re talking.” Mike turned away from Dustin as he waved his hands between their chests. “Shooting the shit” he turned back to me as I stared back unblinkingly. “And we were thinking that maybe we might…” He stuttered over his words as Mike huffed beside him. 

“Postpone!” He yelled, interrupting Little Henderson, I sighed and shut my eyes as the table erupted around us. 

“Postpone!?” 

“Can’t just drop this on us!” 

“Over my dead body.” 

“Shuttup.” I yelled, they fell silent as Gareth groaned in frustration beside me, his face contorting as he bit back a remark. “You’re saying Sinclair’s been taking in by the dark side?” I asked as Dustin nodded his head, avoiding my gaze. 

“Something like that.” Mike stupid face looked over at me with his mouth hanging open. 

“Something like that.” I repeated, sneering as I threw a hard piece of food at him. A senior with glasses and a frizzy perm looked back at me frightened, as she passed our table. 

“Jesus Christ.” Little Henderson huffed, dusting his crumbs off of his hat.  

“And rather than find a sub for him.” I continued, drawing out my words slowly so the pair of morons wouldn’t miss what I was saying. “You want… you want to postpone… the cult of Vecna?” I let my brows raise in disbelief as Mike floundered to find the right words. 

“I…I don’t want to postpone it. We don’t want to postpone it. It’s just that most of the subs… will be at the championship game.” I wrenched myself from the table and turned away from them, my eyes flashing back over to Carver as y/n’s tear-soaked face burned in my mind. I balled my fists and I strolled over to stand behind the freshman. I leant down to their level and slung my arms over their shoulders. 

“You boys, are the future of Hellfire.” They smiled unsure as I tightened my grip on both of them. I pulled Dustin closer to me as he drummed the table with his fingers. 

“I knew it the moment I saw you. You sat on that table over there, looking like…” I relinquished my grip on Mikes collar to point towards the table at the corner of the hall. “Looking like two little lost sheep.” They giggled nervously as my smile slipped a little. 

“You were wearing a Weird Al T-shirt, which I thought was brave.” I turned to Dustin as he slowly nodded his head. 

“Thankyou.” He whispered. 

“Mike, you were wearing whatever shit your mommy brought you from the goddamn Gap.” The members of Hellfire exploded into laughs as I tensed my arms, ripping Little Henderson and Wheeler up from their chairs. They both froze under my hands as I lead them around the table. 

“And we showed you that school didn’t have to be the worst years of your lives, right?” 

“No, no no.” They agreed together.

“Okay, well I’m here to tell you that there are other little lost sheepies out there who need help.” They followed my fingers as I pointed it around the dining hall at the plethora of students sitting by themselves. 

“Who need you.” I spun them back to face me. “And all you guys gotta do, is get your Bo-peeps on and go find one.” I pulled them into my body to shove them harshly away from me, shaking my head at their quickly retreating figures as they stumbled, and Mike looked to Dustin for conformation. I jogged back around the table to snatch up my metal lunch box and y/n’s things. 

“Where are you off to Eddie?” The overhead lights glinted of Jeffs braces as he smiled widely at me, the rest of the table watching me knowingly as I bounced with anticipation. 

I turned back to look at them as I headed for the exit door that opened right onto the school field. “As for me, I’m off to find my girl.” 

My mood darkened further as the last shimmering rays of the blazing orange sunlight disappeared beneath the horizon, a warm spring breeze ruffled my vest as I looked around the full school car park as students returned to watch the championship game, music, shouts and the Cheer mantra pouring out of the gym. I squinted as headlights poured over me, momentarily blinding me as I held up a hand to cover my face, anticipation curled in my stomach as the car turned into a park as I looked to see what colour it was, disappointment washing over me when I didn’t recognise it as y/n’s cream Ford Escort. 

It was Steve Harrington though, and I had half crossed the road to ask him if he’d seen y/n around before he jogged around to the passenger side and helped a blonde out of the seat, wrapping her hand around his arm as they headed off with the rest of the crowd. I sighed as I stepped up from the sidewalk, heading back into the dark school building. When I hadn’t been able to find her anywhere after I practically tore the school apart looking for her, I had half hoped she would turn up for Hellfire tonight. An ugly ball of nerves and fear brewed in my abdomen, the only relief being y/n’s pretty bright eyes, filled with life so that I knew she was safe.

She hadn’t been at home sick either when I dropped in after school, there was only one place I was going to double check after the campaign, but if I didn’t set eyes on her by tonight, I was going straight to the new chief of Hawkins Police, my bad reputation with them be dammed, I’d start the fucking search party myself if they didn’t do anything.

“Hey Eddie, come on.” I turned to see Gareth and Jeff waving at me from the end of the dimly lit corridor, I followed after them to take my seat in the stuffy drama room, the finale of the campaign laid out in front of me on the dusty tabletop. 

As Mike and Dustin walked in to stand at the door, I thought for a wild moment that they had gotten Lucas to make the right choice, but as she stepped forward from the shadows with a full-size American Flag wrapped around her shoulders, the overhead theatre lights reflecting on her familiar features, I realised that she definitely had to be a Sinclair. 

“Absolutely not.” I rested my elbows on the arm rests beside me, bundling my fists together.

“You asked for a sub. We delivered.” Dustin stood next to her as he gestured over to where she stood in her four-foot glory, grasping a pink folder against her chest. 

My chair creaked as I leant forward. “This is Hellfire club, not babysitting club.” My heart twisted as I thought back to the same words I had muttered to y/n months ago when she had stood in front of me in the same way. 

“I’m eleven you long haired freak.” I grinned in shock at her voice, she might have looked like Sinclair, but she had bigger balls than him. 

“My my, the child speaks.” I looked around at the other Hellfire members standing by side. Warner chortled as I launched myself from my throne across the room.  

“So, what’s your name, child?” She stepped forward to meet me halfway, Mike and Dustin’s faces watched us nervously.

“Erica Sinclair.” She said proudly, puffing her chest out as she didn’t back down from me. I pulled my lip back as I chuckled at her tone. 

“So this is Sinclair’s infamous sister.” I didn’t need the conformation as she turned to look back at the freshman.

“He’s sharp.” She teased, causing the others behind to snigger, I snapped my neck at them, they fell silent as they caught my glare. 

“What’s your class and level?” I challenged. “Level one dwarf?” The guys erupted into raucous laughter, setting a smile on my face even though I was sure it was forced. 

“My name is Lady Apple Jack. And I’m a chaotic good half-elf rogue, level 14.” The laughter died down behind me and the grin faltered from my face. “And I will sneak behind any monster you throw my way and stab them in the back with my poison-soaked kukri. And I’ll smile as I watch them die a slow, agonizing death. So, we gonna do this? Or we gonna keep chitchatting like this is your mommy’s book club? “ 

Little Henderson and Mike shared an impressed glance as I stared back at her unflinching eyes, as she waited for me to challenge her again. Seconds of heavy silence passed by before I extended my hand into the space between us, smiling as I nodded approvingly as whispers broke out around us. 

“Welcome to Hellfire.” 

Erica slid her eleven-year-old palm into mine and shook it firmly. 

I hung back as my club thundered down the hallway, watching them pat each other on the back as their shouts of glee echoed off the lockers, Jeff leant over to bang on them excitedly, setting them off in a ringing rattle. I crossed my arms and leant against the door frame with a smile as they pushed the glass doors open into the night air, Dustin high fived Erica as he jumped into the air and kicked his heels together, turning around to embrace Gareth as they got lost in the crowd of people filing from the gym, waving pom poms and colourfully decorated signs around as they swarmed to find their cars. 

I basked in the moment of their victory for a split second before I spun around, ripping my vest and jacket that was hung over my chair inside of the drama room and jogged down the now eerily empty and cold corridor, pulling them on over my arms as I headed for the back door, the brisk air whisked my hair around my face as I hesitated on the landing outside, pulling a cigarette from my vest pocket, I cowered over to protect the flame of my lighter from the wind. I stood up straight and inhaled deeply, watching the cherry of my smoke blaze red hot before jumping down the steps. 

Loud shouts of laughter spread along the outside of the building out of eyesight as I jogged across the darkened field, the wet grass squelching beneath my sneakers as I took long strides, keeping up the same pace as I jumped over the fence and headed to our spot in the woods, my heart clenching excitedly as I convinced myself she would be there waiting for me. Icy disappointment drenched me as I burst into the clearing, darkness pressing in from all sides as I stared around at the empty table, eery silence bursting on my ear drums as I fled the scene, panic ripping its way up my throat as my mind spun, wondering where the hell she was. I paused as I broke free of the tree line, watching a large group of uniform clad students crossing the field, their laughing faces glowing under the moonlight as they passed cans back and forth. 

I shoved my hands further into the pockets of my jeans as I warned myself away, knowing I should probably take the outskirt path of the field because if I ran into Jason Carver in this state, I had no doubt that I’d take out my frustrations and worry on his preppy, snobby face. I had half turned away before I spied a head of loose, flowing hair that I would recognise anywhere, glistening in the moonlight beside them. I launched myself over the chain link fence before a sane thought had the chance to enter my mind, angrily jogging over as she walked in between Jason and his cronies, facing away from me as they headed to the school parking lot. She was wearing the same thing I had seen her in this morning, except she had someone’s basketball jersey slung over her shoulder now. Black rage fired through me as I watched Jason reach over to pull her into his side, the groups laughter drifting back to me over the wind. 

Dark shadows swirled across us as the bright moon ducked in and out between the thick clouds above, an urge of violence pulsed through me as Carver stroked his fingers up and down her arm, picturing myself peeling them from her and snapping them individually. I called out as soon as I was close enough to smell the stench of grog radiating off of them. 

“Y/N.” She tensed as she heard my voice cut through the night air, slowing her pace automatically as the basketball team turned to face me, their faces lighting up like Christmas had come early as the saw me. 

“What the hell are you doing here.” I snapped at her, ignoring the insults that the jocks surrounding her, were throwing my way. My blood ran cold as she turned to face me. The spring breeze that turned icy after the sun set, whipped her hair around her head wildly as the others passed beer cans back and forth as their eyes flickered between us. 

Warm eyes that had stared at me adoringly for the past three months that healed every raw wound beneath my surface. Soft lips that had kissed every inch of my body and wiped away excruciating nightmares when I woke up in her arms. Gentle hands that had caressed my hair and trailed across my bare skin as she wrapped herself around me, where nowhere to be found as y/n turned to stare at me. Hate clouding her every feature as she narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips like I was something disgusting. My stomach dropped at as she glared at me unflinchingly, panic setting in as I struggled to understand what was happening. 

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been looking for you?” She remained tight lipped and silent as Jason laughed beside her, my eyes flashed to his flushed face menacingly, pure unyielding rage flooding through me as he brought his beer to his lips. 

“Yeah, she’s been busy Munson.” He raised his brows and gestured to where she stood shaking slightly, I ran my eyes over her body, noticing that my favourite blue sweater of hers was messily buttoned up, like someone had tried to fix it in a haste. My stomach dropped as I looked back at her face, the blood draining from it as she avoided my stare. 

My thin wall of resistance snapped as I turned and launched myself at Jason, my fists already balled up at my side. He dropped his drink as he measured up to face me, his cronies flying in behind him to back him up. But y/n was quicker, she wedged herself in between us, placing a small hand on both of us as she turned to face him completely, resting back against my chest. 

“Stop, stop Jason. I’ll catch up with you okay, just… just give me a minuet.” She shoved him slightly when he didn’t move, his eyes blaring into mine as I breathed deeply, my chest heaving as I stared him down. 

“Go.”  Y/n shouted, jostling his shoulder. “I’m right behind you okay.” She promised. He glanced down at her between us before smirking back up at me, spinning around and whistling to his team as they followed after him. My eyes didn’t leave his back until they were well out of earshot, their swaying figures growing smaller in the distance as they crossed the fresh grass. 

Y/n stayed pressed against my chest facing away from me as I stared over her head, refusing to move. The night air washed away her heat as she sighed and stepped away from me, shivering, wrapping her arms around her core before she turned to face me. 

“What the fuck y/n?” I spat out at her, rage and hurt throbbing through me as the quietness closed in around us, looking down as she hung her head. She took a long, deep breath before squaring her shoulders. She looked back up at with me foreign, steely resolve in her eyes. 

“What?” She spat back, venom dripping from her tongue.

“What do you mean what? What the fuck is this?” I swore, searching her face for an answer. 

“What did you expect Eddie?” She looked back at me like she had no idea what I was talking about, or why I was so enraged. 

I took a cold breath to steady myself as her words made my head swim, threatening to choke me and pull me under. “Y/n, please just tell me what’s going on?” I begged, letting my anger slip from my face so it was just pain that shone on it. Something raw flickered across her features before she clenched her jaw, her eyes hardening. 

She turned to leave, and I shot my hand around to trap her wrist, sparks flew up my arm as my skin brushed hers, she spun back to face me as her eyes flashed. I thought back to the first night at hers, and the promise I’d made her. 

“Stay?” I pleaded, watching her mouth as I waited for her to swear the same thing that I’d done for her. Pain glimpsed on her face, too quick that I almost missed it. 

“Edward.” My heart dropped at my name, as she took a breath and looked back up at me. 

“This was nothing, the past few months.” She uttered the words as she scoffed and looked away at the last of the crowd trickling out of the car park, their headlights disappearing over the hill. 

“Eddie I was bored for god sakes; did you really think that I could like the Freak? That anyone could? Fuck man, I just wanted to use you to piss off my mom, but that clearly didn’t work, and I couldn’t keep up pretending. I can’t stand you, this entire thing was a joke, I planned it Eddie. And you were stupid enough to fall for it.” She leaned froward on her toes as she spat the last part at me, revulsion spreading across her face as she watched the damage her words cut through me. 

“It meant nothing.” I stumbled back a little as I mumbled for her to stop, searching for the lie in her cold, empty eyes. 

It wasn’t there. 

I held up a hand in the air between us like I could shield my heart from the final blow that was about to crush it forever, beyond repair.

Y/n stood up straight and looked me up and down, sighing, like I was a pathetic, broken creature that she pitied. The silver moonlight broke through the clouds for a second, illuminating the honest crevice’s on her pretty face. 

“You meant nothing.” Her eyes never left mine as she twisted my ring off of her hand, letting it tumble and fall through her thin fingers onto the wet grass beneath us. 

 Y/N | March 1986

I cringed as the sting of whiskey slid down my throat, taking another swig of the bottle as the first mouthful didn’t do anything to lessen the pounding in my head. I let the bottle rest between my knees, I was sitting on a fallen tree stump outside of the abandoned ‘Benny’s’, the flames of the raging fire in front of me burning into my face, sending sparks up into the pitch black night but I couldn’t care, I welcomed the pain as a distraction from the night. Cold air whipped behind me as I brought the tip of the bottle back to my lips, scrunching my eyes shut and tilting my head all the way back.

“Careful there sweetheart.” I looked up across the circle of the basketball team, the shadows from the fire flickering across their drunken expression, to see Jason watching me, his face swam in and out of focus as my grip slackened on the glass, raising it in his direction as he walked over to me. “It’s strong that stuff.” 

“I think I’m old enough to say when I’ve had enough Carver.” I sneered, dangerously swaying back and forth as I took another deep gulp, spilling some down my front. 

“Yeah she’s a big girl, did you see the way she handled that Freak, Jason?” Andy, one of his teammates called out from across the group, leering at me as Jason slumped down next to me. My eyes flicked up to meet Lucas Sinclair’s, a stab of pain and embarrassment pulsing through me before the alcohol crushed it, Lucas stared back at me terrified as Jason ran his hand up and down my leg. 

“Mmm I don’t know Andy; I think she liked the Freak.” A dangerous chuckle ran through the circle, everyone’s eyes suddenly trained on me, I looked around for a friendly face, suddenly realising that I was the only girl. My vision blurred together as everyone’s identical uniforms mashed together, I swept my head back and forth to try and find Lucas again, but he’d disappeared from the group. My stomach churned as Jason leant in close to me, trapping my jaw between his fingers as he forced me to look at him. 

“So what about it y/n? Did you like the Freak?” His breath washed over me as I stumbled back against the tree log, trying to pull myself from his grasp. The world suddenly turned on its axis as his fingers tightened. He brought his lips to my ears so only I could hear. 

“Did you let that Freak fuck you y/n?” I ripped myself from his grasp and I tumbled back against the fallen tree, my legs gently swaying off of it as my head smacked against the bark roughly, I felt Jason’s cold fingers trace my bare skin above my jean waist band as I laid back, ignoring me as I cried for him to stop, the alcohol slurring my words together as laughter surrounded me. Jason shushed me as he moved beside me, his body blocking the fire as he moved above me.

“Y/N.” It wasn’t the voice I wanted to hear, but it still sent a feeling of safety through me, I turned my head to watch Steve storm across the beer can littered dirt patch to where we all sat, his hair flapping wildly and his blue jacket whipping in the wind, shoving the basketball players out of his way as his swung his bat full of nails around menacingly. Jason’s heavy form was ripped off of me, cold air caressed my bare skin from where my shirt had been pulled up. 

“Get off her asshole.” There was a thud and the sound of something smacking flesh as a groan echoed into the night. I couldn’t see who he was talking to but I heard the footsteps fall back. 

“Yeah? Try it.” I watched the shadows dance as Steve swung his bat back and forth, dropping it the side as he leant down to pick my drowsy form up, leaves and broken bark fell from me as he lifted me up, sliding me easily over his shoulder before picking the bat back up. He pointed it at the group of basketball players as he stormed back past them to keep them away, I was swaying dangerously as I pressed my hand against my mouth, watching the trees of the forest reach out after us as Steve jogged around the side of the building back to the main entrance. I groaned as he emptied me into the back seat of his car, parked hastily across the carpark of the abandoned restaurant. 

“Are you gonna be sick y/n?” I shook my head as he lowered himself to my level, searching my face concerningly, not believing me as I gagged. 

“I’m gonna get you outta here okay? Just please tell me if I need to pull over, God what were you thinking y/n?” He tucked my legs inside the door before closing it lightly, jogging around to the driver’s seat and slamming it closed behind him, quickly locking it as he turned the engine over, the car purred to life beneath me as it vibrated with power. 

“Steve.” His eyes flashed to mine in the rear-view mirror, sadness crossing his face like he knew what I was going to ask. 

“How did you know where to find me?” I hiccupped as the whiskey threatened to make a reappearance. He sighed as he slid his car into reverse, turning the heater on for me as I shivered. 

“Eddie.” He mumbled, turning back to look at me with pity reflecting on his face. 

I fell back against the seats as the excruciating pain in my head, and the anguished pain in my heart pulled me under into dark blissful serene depths. 

My head lolled back in the crook of Steve’s arm as he stumbled under my weight on uneven ground, panic shot through me as I recognised the beat up blue and white weather boards of Eddie’s trailer, I struggled against Steve’s chest, but he took a left and jogged up a different set of stairs. He kicked the wire door with his shoe three times, shrugging his shoulders and breathing heavily as he looked around us. Max’s sleepy voice drifted through the silent night as the door opened up with a slight smack against the wall, her annoyed tone turning to one of shock as Steve pushed past her through the entry way. I slipped in and out of consciousness as he laid me back against a bundle of blankets on the sofa in the trailer living room, slipping a couch pillow under my head as I turned away from him. 

“What’d you bring her here for?” Max whispered angrily as she slammed the door back shut behind us, rushing over to tuck the blankets around me and brush sticky hair away from my face, her voice faltered as she noticed the tears streaming down my cheeks. 

“Well I couldn’t very well take her to her house, and my parents are actually home for once.” He crossed his arms and scratched his chin as Max turned towards him. 

“What happened?” She tugged her oversized blue jumper around her thin frame tighter, Steve lowered his voice, but I could still hear him. 

“I think something happened with Eddie, he called me – she was drinking with Jason and the other guys.” As I reached up for feel for another pillow to drown their voices out, my fingers brushed something hard, I pulled Max’s Walker from between the cushions. My fingers fumbled with the buttons as I reached down in my pocket, pulling the tape that Eddie had made and switching it out with the one that was already geared up to go. I clumsily slipped the headset on over my ears as I pressed play, the sweet sound of Eddies guitar playing my favourite song echoing around my skull as I turned it up as loud as it would go. 

My breathing came easier as my pounding headache slipped away with each beat of the song, I lent up against the pillows to watch as someone’s faltering headlights flashed across the window into Max’s living room. My breathing froze in my throat as I watched fog swirl across the brake lights of Eddies’ van as he screeched to a stop into his makeshift park across from us. I felt someone come up behind me as my body ran cold and my heart stopped beating, watching the familiar blond ponytail bob back and forth as she jumped from his passenger side wearing her cheer uniform, as she skipped around the front of his van. 

Eddie’s deep voice started singing in my ears through the headset as I watched Chrissy Cunningham follow him up the stairs, smiling sweetly as he opened the door for her. 

Chapter Ten

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[imajinxnation]

Hi, how are you? I have a request for Rupert Marshetta from The Prince of Pennsylvania. It set before the beginning of the movie, before Rupert left High School. So, female reader has a bad day a school and while walking to home she meets Rupert. At the beginning, she feels uneasy because, by the other kids, Rupert is considered a weirdo. But he success to cheer her on and she changes her mind, what do you think?

Junkyard Friends

Rupert Marshetta x FEM!Reader

SUMMARY // First days always suck.. especially at a new school where you know nobody..

TW // Fluff, Angst, Cussing..

GIF FROM @keanujpg

Fair warning, I dropped out of school right before grade 10 started, and that was years ago now, so I'm sorry if my knowledge of highschool is limited, as I never went to highschool

Rupert only has long hair in this cause this is before the movie

@gea-chan96

You were about ready to snap. This day had been the worst day of your life and you were about ready to blow up in frustration. Not only had today been your first day of 12th grade, but it was your first day at a totally different school full of strangers.

You had gone through several mishaps through the day, including getting lost while walking to class, getting hit in the face with a ball in P.E, spilling water all over your brand new dress, and to top it all off, you got in a collision with one of the dumbass jocks who was riding his skateboard down the halls! And now.. now you were lost in a junkyard walking home..

As you walk through the junkyard, you step on something squishy and gross. You look down and find you've stepped on an old used condom, the clear, squishy latex slightly sticking to your shoe. You groan, all the events of the day catching up with you. You angrily pull your shoe off and try to shake the condom off, standing on one foot as to not step in the dirt and ruin your socks. Eventually the condom peels off your sneaker and plops onto the ground. You let out a high pitched yell in frustration and throw your shoe out of pure rage and impulse.

"FUCK THIS DAY!" You scream out and chuck your shoe far, far away.

The shoe hits something hard before landing on the ground.

"OW! What the hell!?" You hear a deep voice say from a distance, "Who's throwing shoes out here!?"

A head with a long dark brown mop of hair pops up from behind a rusty old buggy, a hand rubbing his head where the shoe must have hit. The figure turns around and sees you standing there, a socked foot held up to avoid getting your white ankle socks dirty and a shocked look on your face, not expecting anyone else to be here.

"Fuck.. this day just keeps on getting better.." you mutter bitterly, "Hey, uh.. you mind tossing me my shoe back!?" You yell across the junkyard to the stranger.

He bends down and picks up your shoe, hopping on top of the rusty car's hood to make his way over to you. You panicked for a second, but noticed he didn't look too bothered by the fact that you had just accidentally assaulted him with your shoe.

You recognized the stranger, having seen him at school in the hallways, people always whispering about him as he walked by. If you can recall correctly.. his name was Rupert, and he was a total weirdo with no friends.. or so you heard. He had shaggy long hair and is wearing a shirt with a funky design on it, a yellow turtleneck underneath it, jeans, and boots, carrying my shoe in his hand and his backpack over his shoulder. And he was tall.. fuck, he was really tall, and you hoped he wasn't upset, because there was no way you'd be able to save yourself if he was.

You don't bother to try and hop to meet him midway, knowing you'd probably trip if you did, so you just stand there on one foot, waiting until he gets close enough to grab your shoe from his gloved hands, and then maybe run away if he got hostile.

"Hey.. you're the new girl at school, right? I'm Rupert. Rupert Marshetta!" He grins as he stops in front of you, handing you your shoe.

"Yeah, uh.. I know who you are, everyone talks about you.." you say awkwardly, taking back your shoe and slipping it on tightly to make sure it doesn't fall off.

"Ah, so you must've made friends with some of the cool kids, right? Though.. you don't look like someone that would hang out with douchey jocks and bitchy cheerleaders.." he says thoughtfully.

"I'm not.. People just talk in the hallways, and I just happen to overhear.." you say, stepping away from him to put some space between you two.

"Hmm.. I see. So.. why did you throw your shoe at me? I mean, obviously I heard you yelling, but that still doesn't explain what I did to deserve a shoe to the head.." He says, rubbing the back of his head, where the shoe had hit him. It obviously didn't hurt anymore, he just wanted sympathy, which you gave to him.

You flush in embarrassment, "I didn't mean to hit you.. I was just frustrated.. I've been having a really bad day," you semi-explain, feeling guilty about the uncalled for attack on his head you had set on him.

"Yeah, I can see that. The question is.. why? What happened?" He asked, hopping up onto one of the rusted car hoods to sit and listen to your story, seemingly genuinely interested and willing to listen.

Needing to vent to someone, words immediately spill from your lips, telling Rupert all about your shitty first day, tears of frustration blurring your vision, your voice becoming shaky and choked up, your hair falling over your face and eyes as you look down, trying to hide your crying.

Rupert's eyes widen as he sees you start to get extremely upset and jumps back off the old car and doesn't hesitate to hug you and comfort you, rubbing and patting your back.

"Hey.. we all have bad days. Today might be frustrating and lonely, but tomorrow will be better, because you'll make it better in any way you choose to do so!" He murmers, speaking in a soft, low tone to comfort you.

You sniff, your crying starting to cease, "T-thanks.." you choke out, wiping the tears off your cheeks with your sleeve.

Rupert slowly lets go of you, giving you one more pat on the back before standing back and letting you breathe in some of the fresh air.. well, as fresh as the air can be in a junkyard.

"No problem.." he trails off, realizing he doesn't know your name.

"Oh, sorry.. My name is (Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n)." You stick out your hand to shake his.

He laughs a bit, but still takes your hand, shaking it enthusiastically.

"Nice to meet ya! Now.. I believe you said you were lost. I know this place like the back of my hand, all I need is your address and I'll make sure you're on the right track home! I promise! No funny business, I just wanna see you get home alright.. Okay?" He smiles gently.

You give a small smile back. Maybe.. just maybe, this guy isn't as weird or bad as everyone makes him out to be..

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[lynlyndoll]

In my eyes, you the one and only

genre: fluff, angst, idol au

wc: 1.0k

pairing: idol! han x idol! reader

appearances and specifications: ok, so it's basically you and Han, but you are in a group named BeBoom (credit to whoever did the logo of this non-existent group) and one of your members make an appearance. Her name is Hwa, but you can name her however you want though.

an: Okay, had this idea for like, 3 days, but only last night got the inspiration to write it. I listened to NO NAME by Yezi and yes, I thought it fitted I GOT IT, so I do think you should think about NO NAME as the rap you perform. The lyrics are made by me, so if they suck, yall will know that I'm not made to be a lyricist.😔

You and your boyfriend knew each other for as long as you could remember. Your families were neighbors and so, you and him met a lot while being kids. Went to the same school and high school, so meeting up during classes wasn't hard at all. However, you kind of lost connection when he had to leave Malaysia to pursue his dream of being a singer, leaving you behind. You didn't mind it, nor hated him for leaving you, his best friend, alone. You also didn't mind that he was the one who got to train and not you, the one who spent her whole childhood dreaming about becoming an idol. But what you hated was the distance, you hated the fact that you weren't allowed to talk or see each other.

Years went by and somehow, you found yourself in front of a jury from YG entertainment. Your palms were sweaty and you felt as if you were going to pass out. But you wanted this. You wanted to succeed as well and somehow, without thinking too much, you got in. You were accepted in the company and that's how your journey to becoming an idol began. You worked day and night, barely taking a few breaks.

You debuted in 2019, with 6 other girls in a group named BeBoom. You were the main rapper of the group and you couldn't be more proud. Your members were all your friends whom you grew up with. But you did forget one thing. You forgot about Han, about him debuting, about him being your rival, in this hard industry.

Your group's debut made a lot of noise and it was impossible to not know at least about the song VENOM by BeBoom. And for Han, it was no exception. He heard it when he was scrolling down at the new playlist Spotify made for him. He listened to it once or twice before figuring something out. Figuring that a certain voice made him feel nostalgic. He searched for the members and there you were in all your glory. Google showed a picture of you smiling, with your blonde hair with black highlights and red lipstick. It fitted you, he thought, smiling at the picture. He wanted to say it to you, to congratulate you.

And so he did. When both and your group performed at the award show, he contemplated what he should do. Knock on your door or leave you a message, or ask his contacts to find yours. However, he agreed to do it normally. He found your group's cabin. It wasn't too hard since laughter and chaotic sounds were heard even from outside. He knocked once, but no one heard it. He knocked twice and he could hear footsteps. Right when he wanted to knock again, your member, Hwa, opened the door, standing curiously outside.

"May I help you...?" She says.

"Yeah, I was actually... I wanted to ask if..." He tried saying, not finding the words. However, you heard his voice.

"Ji?" Your voice was heard. Hwa connected the dots and left you both to have a talk. That day you reconnected with him and started meeting up to him more often. And that's how your friendship turned into a relationship.

Your life was absolutely perfect. You made your dream come true, you had amazing friends and your best friend was now your lover. After 3 years of dating, however, you and Han realized that you wanted to make your relationship public, to stop hiding and go on normal dates, without being followed everywhere for a dating scandal. So both of you started hinting. Lives full of recommendations of songs from each other’s groups, little appearances in each other’s vlogs, but nothing made your fans to believe something more than friendship was happening, since you both said that you were childhood friends. So, you came with an idea. An idea that made both you and Han smile, knowing it would shock everyone. And that is what both of you were. You were made to shock people.

You were in your changing room, dressed as all of the other back up dancers. You had a black short dress and a black mask on your face. Time was ticking and it was time for you to get on the stage. You and Han both prepared this moment, so you only hoped it worked. The backtrack of I GOT IT started. Han entered on the stage, smirked at you and started his performance. His song usually had around 3 minutes of rapping, but no one knew the surprise you planned. You moved on the beats, the same as the other back up dancers. But right after one minute and a half, the beat somehow changed and the lights went out, making everyone in the crowd gasp. Right then, the spotlight came back on you, right when you threw your mask on the ground. The backup dancers covered you, so you could undress half of your dress, making you easily spotted out. And right there, your own song started, the same vibe as I GOT IT. While you were rapping, this time Han was the one who couldn't be easily spotted on the stage, dressed as the other male backup dancers. The crowd cheered for you as well, amazed by the shocking collab. Right when your own would come to the fire part, you changed your song’s lyrics, rapped by both you and Han, now seen next to you.

“Shining better than a diamond, in my eyes you're the one and only,

Dreamin’ bout this day, together as we sweared, not lonely,

Swallow ‘em all, fearless cause you by my side,

Let’s stop this madness and stop tryin’ to hide,

Makin’ them finally understand,

But let’s try to not make it out of hand,

Y’all heard about my own best friend,

Loving her him until the end.”

The tune went by for a few more seconds, you and Han finishing your performance with a kiss. The crowd applaused and screamed your names, making both of you smile.

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[ch-4-eri]

Okay so I totally understand if you don't want to write another George fic since the last two you posted were about him (and if so then please ignore this), but if you're okay with doing another one,,,, could you please do one were reader is either a Hufflepuff or Gryffindor and the reader is childhood best friends with the Weasleys (in the same year as the golden trio) but has been pining over George for ages..? I don't really mind what come after that tbh 🧘‍♀️

(Either way, I hope that you have a good day/night!)

Finally a Hufflepuff request I love Hufflepuffs so so much, second fave house after my own aka gryffindor for sure.

Also you guys can request a character no matter how much I’ve written for them before, I adore Georgie and would never tier from writing for him. Thank you for the request love I hope you enjoy 🧡

The trio went out to get to meet you since you’d been a Hufflepuff and the gryffindor’s common room wouldn’t allow anyone who was not one.

You were so excited to meet up with your best friends because of your schedule that was rather a little hectic.

You mentally squealed as you saw them walking down the steps to meet you, running up to them and crashing them all in a hug. Ron being in the middle where you rested your head on his shoulder with your arms around Hermione and Harry, Hermione was laughing at your enthusiasm.

You were usually quiet and reserved, but when it came to your friends you were so excited and bubbly around them. a complete different personality from you being around people you were not familiar with, pulling away to face Ron.

Your childhood best friend, just as his entire family had been.

Your mother and Molly were best friends at hogwarts. Molly and Arthur, as were your mother and father the couples that ended up together and got married, you lost your father in the very war Harry stopped for 12 years. you’ve never met your father, he died when you had been just one year old. and from that you grew up surrounded by Molly and Arthur with their children and you couldn’t have it any other way.

And of course growing up around such amazing boys (and the lovely Ginny) meant that you had to catch feelings for a special one, Ron’s older brother and the youngest twin.

George Weasley had been only two years older than you and was always protective of you, George always loved playing with you when you both had been kids and the more you grew up the more attached to him you’ve found yourself to be.

He started growing up and getting taller, more handsome. Losing that baby face of his in a more defined jawline and his hands getting slimmer as his body from all the quidditch he’s been practicing since he’s started school.

You always found yourself gawking at your best friend, you couldn’t help it. He was absolutely gorgeous and you were right by it.

George was there for you in everything, any fall that caused you a scratch he’d always be the one to clean it up and lighten up the mood if you felt any pain, he had your heart in the palm of his hands and he was so careful with it.

Remembering when the hat sorted you into Hufflepuff and the teasing you got from George, saying he’d always known that’s where you’ll

Be. Saying you were his softie, and his only softie.

“I’ve missed you guys so much!” You said. Pulling away and standing next to Hermione, making your way to sit down somewhere.

“You guys, Fred and George asked me to meet them there too.. saying they have something to show us.” Ron said, walking faster as you caught up with them.

Your heart jolting as you heard the mention of his name, no matter how much you could see him a day your heart never failed to jump at the sight of him.

“I hope they’re not lighting someone on fire.” Harry joked which caused all four the loudest laughter, knowing the twins that wasn’t too far fetched.

“Most likely.” You said, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Finally, took you years.” Fred popped up from behind Ron, shoving his head downward as you caught him from falling, giggling as Ron went to give his brother the same shove.

“guys come here.” George spoke, your heart doing that same jump at the sigh of him, kneeling down with candy in his hands before he stood up, towering over you. He acknowledged you’d been there sending a wink your way before he gave you the candy first.

“You have to kill me before I eat something you guys made.” Hermione mumbled. Fred rolled his eyes. “It won’t kill you, try it.”

“Come on.” George had his attention on you only, ignoring Fred and Hermione bickering over the candy he wanted everyone to try. As well as George was too, but you trusted George. It’s probably just a candy, not a bomb.

You grabbed it from his hand, making your fingers brush together as you unwrapped it.

“I’m not eating it! That’s final.” Hermione shouted at Fred as Ron and Harry agreed to eat it as well.

You took a bite. It was exactly the kind of chocolate you’d buy, your eyes widened as you shoved it in your mouth entirely. Catching Hermiones eyes in horror, expecting you to collapse or choke up but it was actually really good, you didn’t feel like you’d die or your stomach about to explode.

“Oh my god you’re crazy!” Hermione sighed, Harry and Ron looked fine too. You leaned your head and gave them a thumbs up, them returning it to you.

“So what do you think?” George asked you, his hands on his hips.. both his smirk and Fred’s a little concerning but they wouldn’t hurt you Even though you kinda started doubting it.

“Did you put something in it? I mean it’s good don’t get me wrong.” You put your hands up in defeat, George pouted. “I thought you trusted me.”

“I do, of course I do. But like- yeah it’s good I liked it.” You defended, George’s eyes lit up at your approval before you looked away as the blush crept up your cheeks.

“It’s actually just chocolate for now, we’ll put something in it soon. We just wanted to make sure it’s a good tasting chocolate.” Fred said, Hermione took a sigh of relief as Ron and Harry did too.

Fred and George only high fived walking away, but George was looking back at you. You smiled and waved at him, hoping you’d catch him later.

It was later that day as your hang out with your friends came to an end, walking back to the Hufflepuff tower to just nap or maybe do something else.

Still being on the lookout if you’d see George anywhere, you gave up and continued on your way before you heard a whistle.

Turning around you saw him walking towards you, Fred nowhere next to him. You immediately started smiling as he stood in front of you with the same smile on his face. “What are you up to?” He asked, grabbing your shoulder and pulling you next to him.

Dangling his arm off your shoulder made you feel so many things you couldn’t understand and wouldn’t know how to explain. “I was going to nap.” You chuckled, knowing how he’d find that boring.

“Rubbish, you said you liked it right?” He changed the subject, pulling the same chocolate you had earlier. “You can have the rest.” It was indeed many of them, you couldn’t help but smile. He knows you loved chocolate, as George knew everything about you.

“Thank you Georgie.” You stood on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek softly, unwrapping one as you started eating it.

“Alright uh- I’ll be on my way. You go nap if you want.” George took his arm off of you and walked off. “George, wait! Hey-“ you yelled after him but he seemed like he was in a hurry.

Did you say something you shouldn’t have? You were frozen in track before you went back to the Hufflepuff common room.

Staying up all night to think about why did he run off? Was it because you kissed his cheek? You probably should have asked if it was okay, maybe he got uncomfortable. Or maybe he had someone else and wouldn’t want you to kiss his cheek randomly like that.

He had someone? You sat up in your bed, no. No he can’t have someone else- he was yours and you were sure of it.

Okay, okay maybe you needed a slight humbling second. Why wouldn’t he have someone else?

He was perfect, tall funny charming. Everything.

Your heart breaking at the thought, you were shaken up by hannah abotts snoring as you exhaled and placed your head back on the pillow. Trying to fall asleep.

It was a month later after Fred and George made that good chocolate that they turned into a funny prank, also a quidditch game between gryffindor and Hufflepuff that ended up in gryffindor winning.

You were happy for your friends and it upset you that they were partying without you, George hasn’t brought up the way he walked off on you that night but you were probably overthinking it.

You still wanted to badly ask about it and if you made him uncomfortable or if it bothered him.

You were waiting outside the gryffindor common room hoping any of yours friends would come out and you could ask for George, you wanted to ask about it and you will, your brain was eating away at you and you wanted this done for.

You thought that this was going to be a long night before you heard laughter that you so well recognized.

George laughing with a bunch of gryffindors wanting to enter the tower before he caught your eyes, he looked a little out of it.

“Am I dreaming or is that you here?” George giggled. “No you’re not dreaming, congrats on the win.” You smiled up at him as he smiled down at you back. “Thanks, sorry for your loss.”

“We’ll get over it.”

You couldn’t take the tension and wished you weren’t standing here in front of him but you were. “George, can I ask you something?”

He made a hand gesture for you to continue. “Did I make you uncomfortable that night? You walked off on me..” you asked, he raised a brow in confusion trying to think of it. His eyes looking off to the side before they met yours again, shrugging. “Sorry I forgot, but you never make me uncomfortable.” George mumbled, you understood why he looked like that. He was drunk.

“Come on let me get you some water.” You grabbed his arm and lead him to the Hufflepuff tower making sure he doesn’t run off as you got that water, your bottle that you left beside your bed.

You filled it just before you went to look for him. “Here drink this.” You opened it for him, George complied. Drinking the water as you both took a walk around.

“Better?” You sat him down on the steps, going next to him. “Why would you think you made me uncomfortable?” He started, lifting the bottle up to his lips. Taking another sip.

“I kissed your cheek, I thought that was it.” You hugged your knees close and looked at him. “You didn’t.” He responded, wiping his mouth.

He certainly looked more awake than when you’d found him. “You’re not mad gryffindor won?” George started after sitting in silence for a moment, it was pretty cold but the tension made you feel a lot warmer than you imagined.

“Why would I be mad, you guys are brilliant.. Harry is the best seeker. Better than diggory.” You mumbled which caused George to burst out laughing. “No way, I’ve never seen a girl dismiss cedric like that.” He continued laughing as you shrugged, Cedric was charming and a good seeker but you’d always pick Harry over him.

“Don’t get me wrong I like him.. but yeah.”

“You like him?”

“Just as a fellow house mate, definitely not in love with him or anything.” You shuddered at the thought of ever falling for anyone else that wasn’t George.

You felt his eyes burning the side of your face as you decided to turn your head and face him. “Liar.” He mumbled, taking another sip of the water.

“I’m not lying.”

“Rubbish! It’s Cedric, everyone is in love with him.” George seemed convinced which to say the least infuriated you.

“I’m in love with someone else.” You slipped, immediately regretting it as you shut your eyes.

“What..? who? Why don’t I know who you’re in love?” He asked, you knew George loved being a nosey guy but he didn’t know for obvious reasons that it was him. Not Cedric, not anyone else.

“It doesn’t matter but I can assure you it’s not cedric, he has a girlfriend anyway.” You dismissed the subject, at least tried to before George started again; “that doesn’t mean you can’t be in love with him.” He said which made you wonder why you were talking about cedric diggory in the first place.

“George, I don’t love the guy.” You finally said, hopefully he’d drop it. “Come on it’s Cedric.” He took another sip and the last before he placed the bottle between you both, chuckling at the teasing which was honestly pissing you off.

“The guy I’m in love with isn’t even a Hufflepuff, alright? Now drop it before I smack you.” You mumbled, his laughter died down as you mentioned that. “Then who is it?”

“No, you need to go to bed. Now let’s go.”

“Let’s stay here for some more, please?” He pouted as you rolled your eyes and nodded, staying there with him for another hour and a half. He was doing most of the talking as you listened, thinking about how he knows you liked someone now.. he wouldn’t drop it.

the Hufflepuff common room seemed a little tense from the loss as everyone was comforting cedric for losing last minute as some were scolding him. You scratched the back of your neck, recalling how you told George Harry was better than him.

Cedric caught your eye as you walked in. giving him a small wave. “Better luck next time, ced.” You awkwardly spoke. “What are the gryffindors saying?”

He stood up and walked towards you, oh no.

The entire house knew how close you’d been to the gryffindors, of course that would have a time where it came to bite you in the ass.

“I didn’t get to talk to them, party.. you know.”

“So you didn’t get anything?” He asked, his gray eyes staring into yours as you took a step back. His adrenaline must have still been pumping.

“Cedric, what? I can’t just get info for you I’m not a spy.” You awkwardly chuckled, he blinked twice and nodded. “Alright sorry, thanks though.” Cedric sighed and walked back to his friends. “Come on ced.” His friends walked him back up the boys dormitory.

Exhaling a breath you were holding, you weren’t comfortable with confrontations. Seeing some girls glaring at you, probably from your huge chance of getting Cedric to talk to you without trying.

“Goodnight.” You told them with an awkward smile and ran up to your dorm room, getting to sleep off this weird night.

You were sat in the library the next day, Hermione finding you there with a horrified expression, not expecting you to be there but you felt like reading and losing yourself somewhere else and in a book.

Her expression worried you enough you shut the book. “Hermione you okay?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed she walked closer to you.

“I don’t know if I should tell you this, but George was a mess last night.” She started, your heart dropped.

You left him fine and sobered up, what could have possibly went wrong?

“He was fine when I left him, what happened?” Hermione noticed you got all worried and quickly started explaining.

“He got drunk after you left him, someone probably left it and he drank all of it and started mumbling things.” She continued, still having that ‘I shouldn’t be saying this expression.’

“Yeah? What did he say?” You curiously leaned forward. “He said he was in love with you and that he wanted you there with him, even asked us to bring you but you know we can’t.” Hermione cleared her throat as your heart had probably fell into your lap, nothing could have prepared you for this.

“What?” You asked as Hermione only nodded, knowing well you heard her and that there was nothing else to be added. “Ron and Fred barely got him to sleep because he refused to unless you were there.” She flipped through the book in her hand as your heart slowly felt like it wasn’t where it had been few moments ago.

You didn’t respond, you honestly expected her to tell you anything but this. He was drunk confessing his love to you to his friends and his brothers, feeling all the way flustered you stood up. “Where are you going?” Hermione asked, removing her eyes from her book as you shrugged. “I don’t know.”

You just knew you had to leave the library and go to George. You didn’t want to waste any time, he loved you too so why not just go tell him you were in love with him too?

You were being so impulsively idiotic as you caught his eye, many students around as they were leaving a class and you had no idea what you were doing and what was happening when you ran to him with your arms around his neck and your lips on his in a passionate kiss.

You felt him tense under you but he quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and depend the kiss. Everyone around you made ‘ooo’s’ and ‘aw’s’ some even mumbling horrible words but you didn’t care, you cannot waste any more time not being with him and that’s exactly what you’re doing.

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[whomst-art-thou-whomst-whomst]

Oh No! Here Comes Trouble: (more) Headcanons

Look I have no excuses left. I’m trying to channel Guangyan’s academic success and only succeeding in channeling Yiyong’s. They practically owe me a season two at this point for making me the OnePer of my own life.

1.) Chuying has gotten…well. A tad bit “cautious” now, never mind her coworkers’ gentle comment about her being “totally fucking paranoid,” because they didn’t have to scrape Yiyong’s broken body and Guangyan’s broken heart off the floor of a museum, leaving their own broken confidence behind, now did they? Its not really a problem. Until it is. Until she clotheslines one of Guangyan’s little college friends who’s running towards him and looking shady about it (who looks happy at school on a Tuesday? Villains. Psychopaths. Pastry chefs. Bad people, that’s who). It’s possible her boss was right to force her to go to therapy. She will not be telling him that. She maintains overcaution is best (Yiyong had laughed when he’d heard about it and Guangyan had looked suspiciously gleeful at the sight of his supposed school friend’s cartwheel through the air), so it’s fine.

2.) Yiyong’s first case post coma two (ugh) is a dead violinist trying to locate his lost sonata that it turns out his fake friend stole and killed him over. After the case is settled, Guangyan waxes on about some dumb movie called Coco and forces Yiyong to watch it. It’s after one of Yiyong’s PT sessions, so they sit in Yiyong’s bed for it. There is approximately no room and Guangyan keeps hissing about how certain people treat their guests, but they eventually create a blanket fort, largely by accident, and settle in to watch. Yiyong’s mother joins them partway through, smelling like dye chemicals. Yiyong is not upset by the story. He isn’t. He’s upset by his mom’s worn out voice as she asks random questions about the film like Yiyong knows things, he’s upset about the stupid plotting because the stupid kid doesn’t feel like he can follow his stupid passion and is missing his stupid family, he’s upset by Guangyan’s very soft hands that keep wrapping around Yiyong’s arm (annoying, clingy, he makes no move to stop him) during sad moments. So that’s why if he cries a little, it’s because he’s upset about those things.

3.) Yiyong’s mom and Guangyan’s dad have a “what the shit are the kids up to” drinks session a few nights a week. She’s convinced him to try her favorite beer. Neither of them really have many friends, but they have some very strange young people in common and a lot of silences in their lives where there used to be more people. One of their favorite drinking games involves the number of times the kids will text complaining something predictable about each other, or whether Chuying will send a vague, panicked text about something they are definitely not supposed to be up to.

4.) Guangyan has a terrible, terrible day. Everything goes wrong. He oversleeps by fifteen minutes, he gets two questions wrong (wrong???) on an exam, he drags his feet in dejection on the way to lab work and gets scolded for being “almost late,” and one of his classmates tells him he “doesn’t look great today.” In a fit of frustration at his own imperfections, he sends Chuying and Yiyong a rare introspective text wondering if he’s just the absolute most worthless, useless person ever. Chuying sends back about fifty inspirational Pinterest posts about how you’re ❤️special as you are❤️, and follows these up by threatening to come over and beat up whoever made him think this (he declines carefully). Yiyong says nothing in the chat, which he expected. But. He comes home and finds that Someone has drawn a picture for him, crumpled it up and thrown it through his window (based on the dirt on the outside, the toss failed several times). The drawing is rendered in sunset colors, and it’s of the teacups ride at the amusement park. It’s beautifully drawn, with careful detail down to the design on the teacup. In the forefront, two figures are whirling around in a teacup. One looks a little grumpy, the other one is alight with joy and shaded in with soft pastel. The caption simply reads, “The Most Worthless, Useless Day Ever.”

5.) The trio go on expeditions together—not just for cases now, but because Chuying saw a cool festival, or Guangyan needs people to come with him to this horrible networking event (and later regrets this deeply), or Yiyong gets that distant look in his eyes and needs to start walking. He likes that his people, his two people (and his high school friends, if he so chooses) will go somewhere, anywhere with him for no reason. Even just to sit on a bench somewhere. He thinks a lot on these walks. About how Chuying needs to stop second-guessing herself these days, because something hurts in his chest to see the mighty OnePer flicker with doubt; about how Guangyan always gets the same look in his eyes when he’s overworked himself and is about to fall asleep on Yiyong’s shoulder (he’s not entirely ready to examine why he always waits around on late study nights with anticipation for those moments); about how much he wishes he could have introduced them both to his dad and grandfather. He thinks about how his family is here and not-here, all still with him one way or another, and how he’s probably going to start drawing that comic again soon (after all, he did have that one reader, why not dream big?).

#whomst #oh no! here comes trouble

[pxnsneverland]

Hellfire Lost | Eddie Munson x oc (part 1)

plot summary: Juliet Henderson has had her fair share of excitement fighting otherworldly monsters in the Upside Down with her brother, Dustin, and his friends. She's ready for her senior year to be a peaceful and pleasant time spent cheerleading and hanging out with her best friend Chrissy. However when Chrissy mysteriously turns up dead and her unlikely outcast crush Eddie Munson is suspect #1, she finds herself back in the fight along with the rest of the Upside Down squad facing their biggest threat yet. Will Juliet and everyone be able to stop dangers of the world below Hawkins and clear Eddie's name? And what happens when the monster starts targeting someone a little closer to home?

pairings: eddie munson x oc

word count: 949

warnings/notes:

  Chapter 1

“Dustin! Hurry up! If you’re not ready in 5 minutes, I’m leaving without you!” As I walked through the house, I yelled at my younger brother.

While my mother was petting the cat that was sitting on her lap, she addressed me, saying, "Juliet, don't yell at your brother."

“I’m not yelling at him. But this is my last time cheering for Hawkins High before I graduate and I can’t be late.” I took a quick look at the clock that was hanging on the wall. The basketball game was scheduled to begin an hour from now. Dustin burst into the room at full speed, and I let out an exasperated groan.

He put his hands above his head as a sign of surrender after I gave him a hard stare. “What? I couldn’t find my character sheets for Hellfire.” 

I really didn't want to hear it. I took the car keys from the table, kissed Mom goodbye, and walked out the door, Dustin close behind.

Even though we didn't live too far from Hawkins High School, I wish we'd arrived at least half an hour earlier. Hawkins hadn't won a championship in several years. However, the team was stronger than ever before, and everyone was optimistic. Anyone who was still paying attention. Before getting out of the car, I found a parking spot and turned off the engine. As we were getting out of the car, a well-known van pulled up next to us, and loud music could be heard coming from inside. Eddie Munson, the Hellfire Club's leader, jumped out of the vehicle, carrying a box full of items with him. He couldn't help but smile when he saw Dustin and put his hand on his shoulder.

“Henderson, are you ready to perish at the hands of the cult of Vecna?” he asked Dustin in a low, sinister voice. He finished the question with a demonic tone.

Dustin's laugh was as wide as his grin. “Please, I was born ready. We’re going to beat your campaign tonight and I’ll do a happy dance on Vecna’s grave.” 

“Watch yourself eat your words, kid.” Dustin accepted the box that Eddie had handed him. “Here, go start set up. I have more stuff in the car.” 

“Sure.” He tried to make a quick exit from the scene.

I yelled after him. “Meet me back at the car at 10, Dustin! 10!” 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Good luck with your cheer thing.” He was already inside the school after that.

I rolled my eyes as I crossed my arms over my chest. I had a lot of affection for the kid, but he could be very narrow-minded at times. He hadn't kept quiet about the end of this Dungeons & Dragons campaign for the past week. I couldn't understand a word he said, but I was relieved that he had found a place for himself at this school. Tomorrow was the start of spring break, and before long, it would be graduation, at which point I would no longer be able to care for him.

“Don’t worry. The campaign will be done and finished by 10.” 

I had completely forgotten Eddie was still standing there because I was so preoccupied with my own thoughts. Eddie Munson was typically referred to as "the freak" by everyone. We never really had much of a conversation before Dustin joined his club. As I got to know him better, I discovered that he wasn't nearly as intimidating as everyone had made him out to be.

“Oh, it’s fine.” I made a casual gesture with my hand to show that I was unconcerned. “It's just our mom will freak out if we’re not home by at least 11. She’s a little neurotic sometimes.” 

“I don’t blame her with a kid like Henderson. He’s got way too much energy for one person.” 

At that, I couldn't help but chuckle. “Yeah, you’re right.” 

He scratched the back of his neck and coughed to clear his throat. “Um, I didn’t get to thank you for, um, those math notes you let me borrow. I’m coasting a solid D+ in…” 

I raised a brow. “Sounds like the notes weren’t very helpful.” 

“Trust me, that has nothing to do with your Olympic level note taking. I’m just a dumb ass when it comes to numbers. I wouldn’t even be at a D without your help so…thanks.” He chuckled nervously. 

I'm not sure why I felt the need to blush. “You’re welcome.” I turned around and observed the people entering the gym. “I should go. Good luck with your Vecna cult or whatever.” 

“Yeah, have a good…cheer.” He made a motion with his hands that could have been interpreted as a cheer.

I laughed again and dashed off to the gym.

When I walked into the gym, the band was already playing and the seats were nearly full. The other cheerleaders were huddled in front of the stands, and the energy was high. I went to join them.

Chrissy Cunningham, the captain, greeted me right away. “Jules, where have you been? I was starting to get worried. The game is about to start.” 

“Sorry, Chris. My brother also had his club thing tonight and he had to come along with me and he was taking forever.” I noticed she had a strange expression on her face and dark circles under her eyes, as if she hadn't slept. “Are you okay?” 

She smiled as brightly as she always did. “Yeah I’m fine. I guess I’ve just been paranoid lately.” 

I had no choice but to trust her because it was time to form up. So I let it go, and the game started.

Stay tuned for part 2!! Click HERE to view!

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