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#like idk it’s just weird idk why i couldn’t do this yesterday

scremogirl · 8 months

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✪⁂✫彡𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓✵✥☆ミ★ ???

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞-𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞

Yandere Student Council Pres x Nonchalant reader

I’m not sure if I should retitle this to Yandere! Childhood friend x reader or not. There’s not a lot of the fact he’s the SCP shown in the story. I felt like I went a little off track. I got so consumed in writing😭. I already have a post like that on my page so I didn’t want to make it confusing. I don’t know if I should’ve said unemotional reader either. Idk let me know what you think. Have fun reading!

He was at the top of the food chain. Good grades, teachers liked him, students feared him, rich, good looking, and most importantly; the student council president. With that being said, why wouldn’t he leave you alone?

Takenya was a stuck up priss in your opinion. Always lecturing you about things you could do in order of improvement. You weren’t popular but you weren’t one of those weird Naruto kids that sat in the back of the class and ate crayons either. You just existed. Someone so average at everything somehow attracted the most “perfect” guy in school. Your grades were fine; a straight A-B student with the occasional C here and there. Your attendance on the other hand… well maybe he’s not so wrong about that, but who actually wants to be at school anyways?

“I don’t understand why you don’t try harder? You could easily surpass most of our class,”

“You need to come to school. This behavior would never pass in the real world. What would your employer think of you just not showing up?”

“Chocolate for lunch…really? If you want to stay healthy you’ll need to-“

Why does he care so much anyways? Sure, you used to be friends in like what, fifth grade? You used to get bullied in school for being different. You just didn’t like the things that kids your age were supposed to like. But… it never bothered you. You weren’t emotionless per se, it’s just, why care what others have to think?

Mellisa Grey. The girliest of all girls. She used to have it out for you when you were younger. Calling you names and bumping your shoulder whenever you walked by. You put up with it until the end of the year; fifth grade graduation. That evening she and her crew thought it’d be funny to pour milk on the shy little nerdy boy in your class. Some spilled on your dress, that you didn’t mind, but the tears of the boy next to you made you. Something inside of you just snapped. You shot up from your seat grabbing a first full of her hair and slammed her head onto the wooden table. Not stopping until you saw the wire of her pink, sparkly braces fly out her mouth. Well, that was what you wanted to do; the teachers came too early for you to inflict any further damage. The most you got was a broken nose and a lawsuit. She transferred schools after that, and you got the whoopin of a lifetime. You didn’t care. You didn’t feel bad at all. If anything you felt elated seeing her in pain and the rage on her parents faces as the cussed child you out. You didn’t cry or yell when your parents picked you up. You weren’t phased by the belt or the palm of your mothers hand striking you. You didn’t feel anything. So why were you so upset on someone else's behalf anyways?

You knew this kid. I mean, how couldn’t you when he would follow you around 24/7.

“H-Hi… my names Takenya” you just blankly stared. His sheepish gaze barely meets yours from behind his big fat glasses.

“…Do I know you?”

“Well…no. But I know you!”

“Good for you I guess.” You continued to go back and forth on the swing, not acknowledging the boy's existence at all. The swing he sat on remained stationary, never once dropping his gaze from you.

“Uhm… I just wanted to thank you for yesterday,” Hm? What was he talking about? He saw the confusion in your face when you turned around to ask and beat you to the point.

“You probably don’t know me. We’re not in the same class,” Right. So why is he talking to you? Again, before you could ask he cut you off.

“The other day when recess started you helped me pick up all of my stuff after Carter pushed me down; remember? I-I just wanted to say thank you for sticking up for me” Ohhh, you do remember him now. He was that shy little rich kid that transferred here at the end of fourth grade. He didn’t have many friends, let alone any at all. Everyone had grown up with each other and formed friend groups at this poin. He was a little late to the party so he didn’t fit in. He wasn’t worried about the next episode of Ninjago and didn’t find humor in looking up the words penis and vagina in the dictionary at the school library when the teacher wasn’t looking. His hair long, tied back into a neat ponytail and not buzzed into a Mohawk like half the boys in your grade. He had glasses that almost covered the entirety of his upper face. He always ate his pb&js on whole wheat instead of white and preferred celery sticks over fruit snacks. So, just like you, he got bullied just because he was different.

“Oh yea. I remember you now. You’re welcome by the way,” he grinned. The first time you saw him smile ever since he came to your school.

That marked the day of a long friendship.

That was until you went to middle school. You think puberty had something to do with it. He grew into his face more and sized down those jellyfishing glasses. His scrawny figure gained slightly more bulk and dressed in a more modern fashion. His hair remained the same; a bit shorter than before but still longer than most guys. You’ve always liked his hair. He would let you braid it sometimes when he was too distracted playing on his DS. He didn’t get acne like many of the other kids your grade either, skin smooth and clear. All the girls found him to die for. Your nonchalant behavior rubbed off on him and he became more confident in himself. Not letting his elementary school self be reflected into now. He became a bit too obsessed with his studies for a middle schooler; pushing all his ways on you. He would always follow you around blabbing about not attending gym class. He even started hanging around the same snotty rich kids he would complain to you about. You became annoyed. So you cut him off. Just like that. Stopped talking to him, answering his texts, not sitting with him at lunch or in class. Even after all the rejection at his advances, he came running back to you. Not willing to let you go so easily.

The school bell rings signaling the end of 4th pd and beginning of lunch. You were planning to go off campus today and not come back. Keys in hand you make your way to the student parking lot. However, someone’s blocking the exit. He’s gotten taller, about 6’2-6’3; sleeper build accommodating his height. Glasses thinner and sit perfectly on the bridge of his nose. Hair as long as ever, tyed back with that same white ribbon you gave him years ago; revealing an undercut. He fixes the collar of his button up and readjusts his tie and vest.

“And exactly…just where do you think your going?”

“To lunch,”

“The cafeteria is that way,” he points with a slender finger, decorated by a diamond ring. It shimers under the lights above reflecting against his matching earrings.

“Off campus,” he raises his eyebrow, folding his arms.

“Knowing you, you won’t come back. You do realize your request for a half day schedule is still pending right? You also recognize that I’m the one who assists the principal in granting them as well?” You don’t answer him, already knowing we're going with this.

“As I said before, your attendance needs improving before I-… we can grant it,” what a pain in the ass this guy is. You try to walk past him but he stops you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“I don’t eat school lunch. I’ll be back after,” he gives you an unamused look. Hand gripping your shoulder a little tighter as you try to take another step.

“You know I can’t let you do that. Not unless you don’t want a new schedule,” he pauses.

“Not unless I come with you,” you look up.

“You’re paying?” His eyes widened slightly, shocked at your willingness. But he can’t be too surprised, he knows you don’t care about anything unless you get what you want.

“Of course I am. You need to spend your money on other priorities; like a new math textbook,” you ignore the subtle jab and walk to his car. No need to ask where as he parks next to you everyday to make sure he knows you’ve actually show up. Definitely not because your the first thing he wants to see in the morning.

“I don’t understand why you come to McDonald’s of all places,” he lets out a sigh, handing his card to the drive through worker. He drives up to the next window waiting for the food.

“It’s not healthy. You seriously should consider my offer in taking you to that new place down the street,”. He looks over when he doesn’t get a response; noticing the music blasting from your headphones as you look at the door. He sighs again before taking the food from the workers hand and grabbing your headphones. You turn your head to look at him but your gaze shifts to the bag in his hand. You reach over and grab a fry out of the bag and he s his eyes. Pulling into the parking lot, he silently watches you eat. This brings him so much nostalgia. He misses eating lunch with you everyday. Ranting while you just sit there and chew. He misses having someone listening to him about something that’s not related to school. After you stopped *attempted* talking to him in the beginning of 7th grade, his heart felt like it got ripped out of his chest.

He’s never felt anything his whole life. His father would tell him that one day he’ll find someone who makes him feel everything, makes life worth it. He’d seen the love shared between his parents everyday. He always wanted that. In the fourth grade all of that came true. He saw you getting off the bus making your way to school. He saw the way you helped up Michael Lemitzki, a dorky little boy, after Conner pushed him down. Shaggy hair, braces lining his teeth, comic books all on the floor. How pathetic. You weren’t scared of Conner at all. He was bigger than you and more popular than you, but you didn’t care. You kept a straight face as he threatened you and held your composure. No emotion showing whatsoever.

He thought you were beautiful. It was love at first sight. He was too busy staring at you to hear his father calling out to him. He followed his son's gaze to you. He looked back down at the small boy and gave a knowing smile. Takenya just stared at the other boy hugging you with tears down his face. Why is he touching you like that? Push him away already! That day he purposely made himself a target to the bullying of Melissa and Conner. Hoping that one day, you’ll save him the same way you did Jacob. He got bigger glasses, grew his hair out, and started dressing like the typical “nerd”. He would leave candies in your cubby, prized limited edition Pokémon cards in your backpack, brand new color pencils and markers showed up around you. He started to lose hope though. Why haven’t you noticed him yet!? Sure he’s never actually talked to you.. but still! Could you not see his effort?! Did you not care? He sat alone at recess that fateful day. He was randomly pushed down, papers and crayons flying out his small hands. He wasn’t in the mood for Connors teasing today. To caught up on the fact that the love of his life may never see him they way he’s dreamed of. Oh the dramatic mind of a fifth grader. He clutched the safety scissors that flew out of his pencil pouch watching the dick of an elementary schooler turn around. He was about to get up but stopped as he saw someone bend down beside him. It was you! You helped gather all his things and placed them into his arms. His heart pounded in his chest and the blush on his face spread like wildfire. Before he could say anything you walked away. Taking your place on the swing set. He hurriedly put all his things away before trying to build up the courage to come talk to you. He took to long, however, as the teacher soon yelled for everyone to make their way into the line back to their respective class.

As he reminisces on the past, an alarm rings. Telling him that it’s time to make his way back to school. You’ve already finished all your food and somehow managed to take your headphones back.

“What?” You say snapping him out of his trance. He didn’t even realize he was staring.

“Nothing,”

You make your way back to the school and go your separate ways. He walks you to class ensuring that you get there. Out the corner of his eye he sees someone wave to you. Lemitzki. His hairs more well kept, ditched the glasses for contacts showing of his green eyes. He’s taller and has more muscles now. The only thing that hasn’t changed is the jagged line that makes it’s way across his right cheek, interfering with his dimple as he smiles. It’s been awhile, the scar healed well. The once clutzy boy looks at the door and freezes, hand dropping and going pale. There’s a silent stare off between the two before the late bell rings. Takenya makes his way to class, a slight smile on his face at a sudden memory.

Watching him walk away, a fist tightens. Little does he know someone was planning on getting their revenge.

Hi loves! I hope you guys enjoyed. Take is an OC of mine I’ve had for a while just never had a name for him until now. Like his concept was in my head foreverrrr. He might be a reoccurring character. I really like him. But I did put one shot so I’m not sure. Lemme know what y’all want. Check out this post below for a little more context. Hope you enjoyed.

-Love, Sos❤️

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere childhood friend #yandere student council president

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natlovesls2 · 4 months

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You're Lying, Right?

Lando x Fem!Reader x Charles

*ੈ✩‧₊˚warnings: swearing, drinking and mentions of alcohol (might be inaccurate, I don’t drink), format might be weird (this wasn't saving the way I wanted it to),

*ੈ✩‧₊˚word count: 1k

*ੈ✩‧₊˚Summary: Lando and Charles teach you to kiss after you confess that you've never been kissed

.ೃ࿐Request: Idk if you watched the movie Were the Millers?? But can you do imagine where reader never had a first kiss and charles and lando give her her first kiss ?? Like the scene with Jenn Anniston, will poulter, and Emma roberts ???

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The three of you had been drinking for whatever reason, and to be completely honest, you couldn’t exactly remember why the bottles of alcohol had been brought out in the first place. However, you knew the drink in your hand was stronger than the stuff you usually drank, but after the horrible few days you had, it was needed. Its surprisingly sweet smell inviting you to take big gulps. The burn as it passed down your throat numbing the thoughts of your busy life and failed dates. You subconsciously continued to fill your glass with the earthy-fruity liquid, one glass after another– silently watching Charles and Lando interact with one another.

"You're awfully quiet," Lando said from beside you, reaching for your drink to fill it with something new, hesitating when he noticed your slight frown.

"She had a date yesterday; I can only assume it went horribly," Charles added, moving from his spot to lean against the armrest of the sofa.

Lando hummed at the newfound information, disapprovingly shaking his head, deciding you had had enough to drink– knowing another glass would not help alleviate whatever pain you felt. “Don't tell me you're attempting to drown your sorrows with liquor. What even happened on this date of yours?"

"The date itself wasn't the worst; it was actually the best I've had in a while– but when the date ended, he expected a kiss. And I know I have to have my first kiss at some point, but I didn't want to disappoint him."

They stared at you for a long time, letting silence settle in the room– you were suddenly aware of the increased warmth. Regret and embarrassment immediately fill your body, urging you to want to vomit up everything you had been drinking. Of course, you had to have the loosest fucking lips known to man when drunk. Actually, you couldn't fully blame the alcohol; the amount you had consumed only slightly gave you a buzzing feeling– enough to feel tipsy.

“You’re lying, right? I mean, you have to be joking, no?” Lando's small laughter stopped as he noticed your humorless demeanor and sick-looking face– awkwardly clearing his throat, body shifting at Charles's glaring gaze.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone experiences life differently; it just so happens to be that you haven't had your first kiss," Charles nodded in your direction, still glaring at Lando– urging him to add to what he said, hoping to ease your embarrassment.

"Yeah, absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. I mean, some people find that sweet."

"Obviously, my date didn't find it sweet... I'm surprised he didn't laugh in my face. Honestly, it fucking pathetic," you let out a dry laugh, picking at the strings of your ripped jeans. You sighed, looking up in time to notice Lando nudging Charles and nodding in your direction. He mouths something to Lando, which you can't quite make out; you'd never been good at reading lips or people. Lando opened and closed his lips a few times as if having a struggle with himself– unsure if he should say something or let Charles take control of the situation.

"We could always teach you how to kiss," he finally says, watching your face for any sort of reaction, noticing the way your eyes widen at the nonchalantness of his words. "–only if you want to, of course," he quickly adds, sensing your hesitation and overall embarrassment over the situation.

You feel the world around you slow down, the noise slowly dissipating– replaced by a low ringing sound you can't quite place. You barely notice yourself nodding, nervously running your hands down the front of your jeans, attempting to get rid of the clammy feeling– which only increased at the soft touch of Lando's hand on your cheek. "It's weird if you keep your eyes open," he whispered, holding back a laugh, not wanting to make you any more embarrassed than you already were. You closed your eyes and swallowed the little saliva you had– an attempt to calm yourself, finding your mouth extremely dry. Your heart quicked at this; what if the kiss was too dry? The desire to vomit returned and your throat tightened itself as a final attempt to hold everything down.

Lando's hand gently caressed your cheek, trailing down to your jaw, pulling you in closer– his warm breath falling against your skin. His lips hovered over your own for a while before they finally connected in an awkwardly stiff kiss. "It wasn't bad," he reassured you, smiling when he noticed the way your eyes nervously bounced around the room– avoiding his own. "Just relax a bit, don't be too stiff."

He leaned forward again, soft lips moving against your own; in complete contrast to the first kiss, this one was looser– relaxed and something you could see yourself enjoying despite the foreign feeling. His hand moved up to tangle itself in your hair, his tongue lightly running against your bottom lip. You weren't sure if it was the alcohol that finally reached your senses helping you relax, but whatever it was that possessed you to open your lips was definitely on your side. The sweetness of your past drinks mixed with the bitterness of whatever he had been drinking. "See, I told you you just needed to loosen up."

"I don't know... I feel like you're only being nice about it."

"I'll tell you the truth; let's see what Lando has taught you– or if he taught you well," Charles says, his voice reminding you that he had been there watching the whole interaction, sitting beside you on the other side of the sofa.

His warm hand pulls you towards him, connecting his lips against yours in a confident kiss. While Lando's kiss had felt firm and loose– slightly messy, this was a lot more calculated. He pulled you closer, hands moving to gently grip the hair at the nape of your neck. "You can definitely impress your next date."

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#lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris fanfic #lando norris x y/n #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc fanfic #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #charles leclerc imagine #lando norris imagine #x reader #f1 x female reader #fem!reader

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corrodedcorpses · 1 year

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Milkshakes

Eddie x reader

Summary: You're being a brat and Eddie puts you in your place in a nice way

Warnings: this is not smut but there are some sexual themes so still 18+!!, reader is a brat, Eddie is a cute dom, light choking, they don't exactly talk about boundaries fully, reader has trouble eating sometimes

Word count: 1.5K

a/n: Idk where this came from but it's completely self indulgent and I've been in a weird mood recently and would love my own personal Eddie to take care of me like this! Hoping this gets me out of my writing slump

Eddie runs his fingers through his messy hair, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips as you stalk past him to the bedroom, slamming the door as you go. You have been in a foul mood since you came over to his trailer. Yesterday you seemed fine, excited even to spend the afternoon with him even, but since you showed up today, just after lunch time, it’s like every little thing he does annoys you.

You were weird when he hugged you hello, like you couldn’t think of anything worse than his touch, then you complained that he hadn’t been cuddling you enough while you were on the couch together just before. Then he was talking too much about his latest campaign even though you asked about it and then he wasn’t talking enough and it was like he was ignoring you.

Whatever he did it just got under your skin, he couldn’t win.

You’ve gotten into these moods before, usually when you want something from him. These moods usually end with you collapsed on the bed, sore and glistening with sweat. Throat and pussy swollen from taking Eddie so well. But he knows this mood is different.

He leans his forehead against the door you just slammed. Wracking his brain for what to do to get back on your good side. Thinking of all the things you usually like, a lot of them would involve you letting him into the room first… but he does think of one thing, you love going out for milkshakes with him.

That’s it, he thinks. He’ll take you to your favourite diner and share some milkshakes, maybe even get some food, you could also be cranky if you were hungry and Eddie knows you struggle to eat sometimes.

Eddie bursts through the door suddenly, excited by his ingenious idea, startling you on the bed momentarily before you plaster the scour back on your face.

All of Eddie’s excitement seems to vanish as he sees the look on your face, still he pushes through, determined to still have a good afternoon with you.

“Get your stuff, we’re going,” Eddie says, almost cheerily.

“What?” you question, unamused.

“We’re going out,” he reiterates flatly, “get your stuff.”

“No,” you respond, crossing your arms with a huff. “I’m obviously not in the mood, I’m not going.”

The action made you look like a spoiled kid. Jesus you could be a brat.

“Come on, I know you’re not in the mood but can you just trust me?” he was getting frustrated at this point, all afternoon he’d be trying everything just to make you smile, to make you happy and you couldn’t just do this one thing? This one thing he knows would make you at least a little bit happier?

“No, why would I? Your idea is stupid how is going out supposed to make me feel better? You obviously don’t know me at all.” You snap back.

He shakes his head at you, a mix of a sigh and a laugh leaving his throat. There's no humour behind it.

“I know you better than you think, princess.” He spits the last word like an insult, it has you seeing red.

“You don’t know shit Munson. You’ve done nothing but piss me off all day, can you just fuck off?”

Eddie’s not sure what came over him, he was fed up with your attitude, your words reminding him of how much of a brat you would be in other situations, although those were a lot more playful. Still he takes his chances, striding over to you.

He kneels in front of where you’re sitting, crowding into your space placing his hand gently against your throat. You move away automatically, lying back on the bed as Eddie follows until you’re trapped under him, his fingers giving your throat a light squeeze. You stare into his eyes, usually warm dark orbs now black and hard.

You’ve seen this look on his face before, just never in this kind of situation.

“I said,” he tried a again through gritted teeth, “get your stuff.”

When he’s met with silence he studies your expression. Your mouth is slightly open, your eyes softened and slightly glazed over. You don’t seem alarmed so he continues. He applies more pressure before continuing in a firm tone.

“I’m getting really sick of this bratty little attitude you’ve had all day and I feel like a milkshake,” he says nonchalantly, “so get your stuff. Now.”

He keeps his hand on your throat, his eyes darting back and forwarth between yours. You seem to be enjoying this, although you do seem a little surprised. For his peace of mind he has to check, has to make sure he hasn’t crossed a line by taking the dominance he has sometimes used into a more casual setting.

“Colour?” He asks softly, domineering act faltering slightly.

“Green,” you breathe in response. Sounding much smaller and submissive than you had wanted. Fully intending to keep up the annoyance that had settled over you all day.

“Good,” Eddie responds simply, before suddenly standing up again. You feel the loss of his body heat immediately and scurry to grab your things, fulfilling his request before your brain can even comprehend your movements.

Eddie watches you with a smirk as you slightly stumble around, mind slightly hazy as you gather your things. Once you have your bag slung over your shoulder, you stand up straight in front of him, smoothing out your bottoms as if you’re trying to look presentable for him.

He grabs his keys and walks outside silently, revelling in the way you follow, hot on his heels. You mentally curse your body for giving in to him so easily.

Eddie hops in his van as you try to not feel so hurt by him not opening the door for you like he usually does.

The drive to the diner is quiet, one of Eddie’s tapes playing softly is the only thing cutting through the silence.

When you arrive you both find a quiet booth, not many people in the diner at this time of the afternoon, the lunch rush having already passed.

The waitress passes both of you menus but Eddie takes yours from you before you can even spare it a glance. You look at him with a mix of anger, confusion and sadness on your face but he doesn't meet your eyes, he just continues to study his own menu.

When the waitress comes back over to take your order you’re pleasantly surprised when Eddie proceeds to order most of your favourites from the menu as well as two large milkshakes.

You continue to sit in silence, Eddie doodling on a napkin while you try to ignore the nagging pain in your stomach. You hadn’t realised just how hungry you were until you knew there was food on the way. You do this sometimes, it’s not like you mean to not eat, sometimes it was just hard to remember to. And you don’t realise how sad and cranky it makes you.

Your stomach also twists with regret, you feel bad for the way you’ve acted all afternoon, taking all of your weird emotions out on Eddie. And now here he was, taking you to get all of your favourites just to try and make you happy.

You thankfully don’t have to wallow in self pity for too long before the food arrives. You both thank the waitress before trying your best to not inhale everything in front of you, knowing you'll hurt your stomach if you eat as fast as you want to.

You’re both about halfway finished when you speak up, guilt and silence becoming unbearable.

“Eds?” You mumble quietly.

He looks up at you, finally, with an unreadable expression on his face as he pops another fry into his mouth.

“I’m sorry,” you say sincerely.

He sighs, a small smile creeping onto his face. “S’okay sweetheart, you feeling better?” He asks in a tiny teasing tone.

You nod, blushing.

You take another bite before asking “hey, how did you know I was hungry? I didn’t say anything.”

“Well, you were a brat, acting cranky all fucking afternoon,” he says matter of factly “and you only do that when you’re hungry… or when you wanna fuck.” He adds the last part with a wicked smirk.

You roll your eyes at him with a smile on your face, but you know he’s right.

“Next time though, just tell me yeah? You know I love taking care of my girl.”

You lean forward across the table, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Oh yeah, well I can think of a couple other ways you can take care of your girl.”

Eddie leans towards you too, “hmmm you’re pushing your luck a bit there babe.” But his tone isn’t serious.

You continue to stare at him with a smirk on your face, you know you have him.

“Tell ya what,” he continues, leaning back, “be a good girl and finish all of this and I’ll think about fucking you silly in the back of my van, hmm?”

You quickly pop a couple of fries in your mouth, earning a chuckle from Eddie. “Okay, master,” you say through a mouthful of food and a cheeky smile on your face.

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Strat and Jag (Eddie Munson x fem!reader)

Summary: an unfortunate bout of eavesdropping rocks the boat of friendship between you and eddie, and ex-sailor steve helps steer you right...

Warnings: 18+ for mature content (not too explicit yet) and eventual smut, mature language, mentions of eddie trauma (parents/alluding to drug issues). Authors note: howdy this is part 2. also i take back the prologue being a prologue, thats just part one idk what im doing. This part and the 3rd part will be the main chunk of this series, then I have bonus chapters coming after! ty! wc: 6.7k+

01/02

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The Fire of All Hells

“I can’t fucking do this anymore, holy shit. She’s killing me.”

“Killing you? I don’t think it’s that serious, man.” Gareth laughs.

“No.” Eddie says harshly. “If you heard what she was saying yesterday… holy fuck, you’d understand. She is killing me.” He groans.

“Well, dude, you know what you could do?” Jeff replies sarcastically.

Eddie, Jeff, and Gareth were all setting up in the drama room and you figured you’d show up a little early with the cookies you made after Eddie left you yesterday.

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While you didn’t play DnD, you were an odd sort of an ‘unofficial’ member. You and Eddie have been friends forever so it was kind of pushed into your lap when he wanted to start his little club. And since it was a group of dimwit boys, you unwarrantedly became the founding mother of the club… alongside the founding father, Eddie— who, have it be noted, has zero organizational capabilities, not an ounce of time management skills, and absolutely no faith entrusted in him by any school faculty members. And for all of those reasons, that is why you were roped into this weird little club.

Eddie practically begged for you to be the one to ask the teachers to start the group. His far from perfect rep with them would have made the teachers obviously turn him down… but you on the other hand… you're liked enough, get good enough grades, and although have been tied to Eddie in numerous ways (including physically that one time when Eddie bought industrial level handcuffs, brought them to school to show off, cuffed you and him together to demonstrate, realized he lost the keys, and then you both spend the day cuffed together until Wayne got home to saw you free), you keep out of trouble for the most part.

After a week of Eddie groveling and a few deals set between you too, you gave in. At the time, you were in your freshman year, and Eddie was promised Wayne’s old van once he got his license, so he set the deal that he would drive you to school and home everyday (which now that you're both in your senior year, it’s a promise that he has mostly held up overtime). He also promised his eternal friendship, which was already a given so that barely sweetened the deal. It’s kind of foggy at this point, being so long ago, but you’re sure he also bought you some other shit, probably stole you some beer too, because god knows you two were fiends for any alcohol back then.

Since you had to ask to start up the club, it was your name under the club registry so it was always the drama teacher up your ass about making sure everything was cleaned properly, put away, no food left behind because of the mice… blah blah blah. So yeah… you’re practically the sole standing reason hellfire exists at Hawkins High but you don’t like to think about that… if you think too hard about it, you can’t help but cringe internally. You don’t mind their little group but you’d rather not be known as their leader— that’s all Eddie.

You knew Eddie because his dad and your dad were friends back in high school. The only difference between the two men was when your mom got pregnant with you, your dad cleaned up his life. Eddie’s dad on the other hand was the first to get a girl pregnant out of the two of them— which coincidentally happened in the same year; however, Eddie’s dad couldn’t quite give up his lifestyle. He tried for a bit, he really did, especially after Eddie’s mom skipped town, but it was just hard for him. It didn’t help when he got an injury doing some kind of labor job either. The doctors prescribed him some heavy pain medicine and that’s kind of when everything went to shit.

As a kid you never noticed. At 8 years old, you were oblivious to the havoc being dragged through the lives of everyone around you. You thought it was all fun and games. Eddie had come and stayed with your family for a few weeks and you thought it was the best. It was like a giant sleepover, probably the closest thing you’ve ever had to a sibling.

Then Wayne came into the picture. He was living down south, working as a truck driver. Once his brother got his sentence, he moved up, got the trailer, got a job at the plant, and started taking care of Eddie. He was a saint in the body of a mean-looking, tough talking trucker. Not really mean though, he’s a big ole softy, he just doesn’t let most people know that.

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You take a step further into the drama room, not purposefully trying to eavesdrop, you just didn’t mean to interrupt their conversation so abruptly.

“I can’t do that.” Eddie says flatly.

“You can dude. There’s no way she doesn’t know already. Everyone already thinks you’re together since you touch her nonstop. Seriously. You’re like, attached to her at all times.” Gareth says.

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Eddie’s always been touchy. Always. Gareth’s not wrong, he always has some part of himself connected to you, whether it’s a knee under the table or an arm around your shoulder, that’s just how he’s always been. He’s never shied away from physical touch and that’s normal for you two after all these years. He was your first hug with a boy, first hand hold with a boy, first kiss, second kiss. It’s always been innocent enough though, he’s your best friend after all, it just so happens to be that he’s a boy. Not a boy boy. Just a boy.

At 7 years old that’s when you two had first kissed. Then again at 10.

The first time, he was making you play some stupid game where he was a knight and you were a princess and according to him, obviously the knight had to kiss the princess. The second time he wanted to ‘practice’ playing spin the bottle. It was only the two of you so you had thought it was a dumb idea but it was Summer and you had been banished from the trailer after spending the weekend blasting the TV and probably stopping Wayne from getting any rest.

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Summer of 1978

Eddie had spun the bottle 27 times before it finally landed on you. 27 times. You still remember counting each failed spin, laughter getting rowdier and rowdier at your best friend's terrible luck. The 27th time, he lit up like a damn Christmas tree when the neck of the bottle finally slowed, landing point blank in your direction. You couldn’t help the laughing fit that overcame you and you had thrown yourself backwards, clenching your aching stomach, head softly hitting the dirt floor of the forest clearing you two frequented. That’s when Eddie snuck up and stole the kiss.

You would have let him kiss you, cause that was all part of the game after all. You both had agreed on the rules before starting, but that didn’t stop your surprise when his scrawny little 11 year old body fell over yours.

You still remember distinctly the way he had grabbed your hands to pull them away from where you were holding your stomach. He pinned them both beside your head, similar to when you’d wrestle, and he looked at you with the biggest signature Eddie Munson smirk known to man. At this point, you were stronger than him still and could have easily tossed him off but it shocked you having him so close and so quickly. It took you by surprise so much so that it knocked all the giggles from you. You just laid there, in Eddie’s hold. His smirk fell and after a moment, he dipped his face to yours, and he kissed you for the second time.

“Gross Eddie!” You shrieked when you felt his slimy tongue harshly poking past your lower lip and into your mouth. He started to get up off you but you were embarrassed, so you pushed him making him land harshly on his butt.

“It’s called a French kiss.” Eddie stated matter of factly, face scrunched, hands rubbing over his lower back that stung from the impact of his landing.

“It’s disgusting and you smell like cheezies.” You say pushing yourself up from the ground and wiping his spit off your mouth.

“It’s practice.” He huffed. “And you taste like cheezies. It’s not just me.”

“I do not!” You shrieked before hauling yourself up into a standing position ready to stomp away from him. You were already embarrassed by Eddie shocking you into silence, then him telling you that you tasted like cheezies… even at 10 years old you knew that’s not what a boy would want to taste during a kiss.

“We ate cheezies, Strat.” Eddie said, rolling his eyes at you.

‘Strat’ was a nickname that your dad started. He was the guitar guy, and spent a lot of time teaching you and Eddie about music since you were toddlers. Once you got old enough to actually hold a guitar, he had two that he’d let you both mess around with; a Fender Stratocaster and a Fender Jaguar. The strat was a pretty baby blue colour that you adored, so naturally, you always called dibs on it, and Eddie got the red Jag. Your dad would call you both ‘Strat’ and ‘Jag’ and unfortunately the nickname stuck for you and you only— probably because you would whine and cry about the strat if Eddie tried to steal it from you.

At the roll of Eddie's eyes, that really set you off. You turned, stomping your feet back to the trailer park.

“Hey, I like cheezies, Strat! Don’t go!” Eddie called after you. “We’re not done playing, you still have to spin!”

“I’m telling Wayne!” You screamed, running faster to the trailer once you heard Eddie’s clumsy steps behind you.

“No! Please, don’t!” He yelled back pleadingly, making you smile to yourself revengefully. You heard his steps quicken behind you so you sprinted, making it to the door of the trailer in record speed.

You threw open the door, startling Wayne who was sat on the couch, and just as you were about to speak you felt Eddie’s hand clamp around your mouth from behind.

“Edward Munson. You take your hands off that girl.” Wayne warned sternly.

“B-but-”, Eddie began before you interrupted him by elbowing him in the stomach.

“Yeah. Hands off.” You said turning to face Eddie as he held onto his stomach. You smirked at him and he sent you pleading eyes not to tell. You weren’t going to. That never was your plan, you just wanted to see him squirm as payback for him embarrassing you.

“Ohhhhh Wayne.” You sang. Eddie’s eyes widening, his features turning increasingly pleading for you not to tell on him.

“What in god's name happened to you, you’re covered in dirt, missy.” Wayne said ignoring you. He stood from the couch, making his way over to you before his hands were patting at your back trying to get the dirt off. Your face fell and you couldn’t think of a response.

“She-she… we were playing a game and-” Eddie’s pleading look stopped and his gaze dropped to the floor. You could tell he was about to rat himself out. This boy couldn’t keep one secret from Wayne…

“I fell and Eddie helped me up.” You interject. Eddie’s gaze locked into yours, eyes wide before relaxing, sending you a small smile when he realized what you were doing.

“Her mom’s gonna kill us both, boy. You better go find her some clothes so I can throw these ones in the wash.” Wayne huffed.

Eddie ran into the trailer to his room.

“Clean clothes too, boy! Don’t give her dirty stuff!” Wayne yelled when Eddie was taking too long.

“I know Wayne.” Eddie yelled back, voice full of attitude.

After a few moments, he emerged, with his favourite Black Sabbath shirt that your dad bought for him for his birthday last year and a pair of plaid pajama bottoms.

“Go change, missy.” Wayne gruffed, patting you on the back.

Back in Eddie’s room you both sat on his floor reading his comics.

“You look pretty in that shirt.” Eddie said, interrupting the silence.

“Shut up Edward. I still don’t forgive you for trying to french kiss me.” You say, cheeks turning hot in anger, prompting you to pick up the closest discarded piece of clothing from his messy floor to throw at him.

“I'm sorry! It was just for practice.” Eddie groaned dramatically.

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Before you both reached puberty it was all hugs, holding hands, sharing seats, sharing beds, just being innocently close to each other. After puberty his touchness did simmer a bit. Albeit not much though. Eddie still barely knows what personal space is, but he’s not grabbing at your hand every second like he did when you were kids.

“I don’t always touch her! Besides, it’s always been like that since we were kids, it’s normal.” Eddie says, focusing his attention on setting up.

“There’s nothing normal about the way you act around her.” Gareth says with a laugh.

“Yeah. You love her.” Jeff teases.

“And that’s the fucking problem. Thanks for really rubbing it in guys.” Eddie says exasperatedly, throwing his bag of dice onto the table carelessly.

“Just ask her out.” Jeff says, patting Eddie on the back as he slouches down onto the table.

“Oh great idea! Strat, I fucking love you. Please, go out on a date with me and potentionally fuck up our lifelong friendship. Great idea guys. Thank you so much.” Eddie says sarcastically.

During Eddie’s spiel he had picked up his bag of dice again. Finishing his scornful remark, he had thrown it down on the table, this time the dice falling out and skidding across the floor, most of them landing at your feet.

All three boys turn at once, moving to pick up the dice before they spotted you.

“Shit.” Gareth says, filling the silence of the room.

You look at Eddie and he’s gone pale, his whole face null of expression.

“I- Hey.” You stutter, clearing your throat. “I was just gonna drop these off.” You continue, stepping forward to place the container of cookies on the table.

“Hey Strat.” Jeff says nervously, being the first to snap out of his surprise. “You gonna stay today?” He asks.

“No, no… gotta help my mom with.. something.” You lie. You were gonna stay. You told the little twerps you’d stay today, but you really have to go now.

“I swore you told Dustin at lunch that you’d stay?” Gareth says, eyes narrowing in on you.

“No, I-”

“Hey guys! What’s up?” Grant greets excitedly as he enters the drama room.

“Hey Grant.” You smile before taking steps towards the door.

“Strat? You’re going?” He questions, brows furrowing at you. “Dustin said you were staying and that you had something for us?”

“No, I have to go. Bye guys.” You say, turning quickly before exiting the room.

“What’s up with her?” You hear Grant say to the guys from the hall.

“Strat! Where you going?” Lucas calls from the other end of the hall. You turn briefly, still walking backwards towards the school exit.

“Gotta go home! I left cookies for you guys in there.” You say, putting on your best cheery voice before turning and walking as fast as you can out of the school.

Shit. Eddie was right. He can’t just ask you out. That would be ruining a lifelong friendship. He can’t do that. He can’t like you. You guys are best friends. He can’t do that to you.

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At home you flop yourself on your bed. What the fuck are you gonna do?

Nothing.

You’re going to do nothing.

You’re going to pretend you didn’t hear that. Eddie doesn’t like you. He doesn’t love you. He’s not ruining your friendship— you won’t let him.

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You spend the weekend convincing yourself you made up the entire conversation you overheard. Eddie called 6 times since Friday evening, but you needed the time to erase whatever you overheard in the drama room from your memory.

You spend Sunday evening contemplating if you should even take the ride from Eddie in the morning. He barely shows up Monday mornings so, who knows, maybe you’ll get lucky and won’t have to see him anyways.

You were wrong though. You decided to start your walk, and halfway there, you heard the familiar rumbling of his van approaching before slowing at your side.

The van halts and you look over to see a fairly normal looking Eddie smiling at you. You try to muster a smile but you know it must look weird because he retracts into himself before motioning for you to get in.

You stop, contemplating if it’s a good idea before you hear a car coming up the road that makes the decision for you. You quickly hop into the van, buckling yourself in as Eddie starts driving before the car behind him has time to honk.

“Hey.” Eddie says.

“Hey.” You reply.

For a moment all that’s heard is the rumbling of the van engine.

“Haven’t heard from you in a while.” He says cautiously.

“Yeah. Sorry. Was busy.” You lie. You spent the whole weekend in bed doing fuck all but thinking about the situation at large.

“Busy?” Eddie asks. He knew you weren’t busy. You told him a few days that you had no plans. You were supposed to go over to his, but obviously that didn’t happen.

“Yeah. Busy. My mom needed help with something.” You say, sticking with the same lie from Friday.

“Something?” He questions. Without looking at him, you can tell he's smiling.

“You’re just full of questions, aren’t you?” You say flatly, copying his same avoidant statement from Thursday night when he claimed to be helping Wayne with ‘something’. He huffs a breath out of his nose in what sounds like amusement, but you don’t think this is funny.

You don’t say more and neither does he for the rest of the ride. When you pull into the lot, you both get out before walking into the school. It’s mostly normal, except for the fact that it’s dead silent between the two of you. You don’t think it’s ever been this quiet between you.

When you see Robin, you use her as your escape.

“Robin!” You call. She turns to you and you wave at her. You start walking towards her and out of your periphery, you can see Eddie still trailing beside you.

“Bye Eddie.” You say, stopping to turn toward him. You can’t look at him though, not in the eyes. You haven’t yet, apart from through the window of the van.

“Bye Strat.” He says quietly.

You quickly push your way through the halls, leaving Eddie behind until you get to Robin.

“What was that?” She asks as soon as you’re close enough to hear her.

“What was what?” You question.

“What did you say to him, he looked like he was gonna cry?” Robin says furrowing her eyebrows at you.

“I just said bye?” You say.

“Just bye?” She says skeptically. You nod your head at her.

She grabs a book out of her locker, eyes still on you, clearly not believing you.

“Steve said that those little twerps said something happened.” She says flatly.

“Like what?” You ask hoping she has some drama that’ll take your mind off of all this.

“Something with you and Eddie.”

“Why’d they say that?” You roll your eyes.

“Cause something did happen?” She says, waiting for you to fill her in but you don’t.

She stares at you, waiting for you to spill but truly, there’s nothing to spill. You let your eyes roam the hall, feeling awkward under her scrutinizing look before the slamming of her locker startles you.

“You heard them talking didn’t you?” She asks.

“Heard who?” You ask and you physically feel Robin's annoyance rising.

“Strat. Stop playing dumb.” She scolds.

“Robin. I’m not playing dumb.” You reply, sticking to your guns. It didn’t happen. You didn’t hear anything. Nothing happened.

“Strat-” Robin starts, getting interrupted by the first bell.

“Gotta go Robs! Good talk.” You say before bolting to home room.

You usually sit next to Eddie, but it’s fine. Nothing happened, right? Don’t need to be weird around him, right?

You cross the class to your seat at the back of the room, the spot next to you still empty. Little by little the class fills and by the time the second bell goes, you’re still left sitting alone at the back of the class.

Halfway through the class, you’re still sitting alone.

You try to focus on taking notes— especially now since you know you’re gonna have to teach this shit to Eddie who’s currently skipping, but you’re having a hard time focusing.

When the teacher steps out of the class to get her forgotten worksheets from her office you lean forward in your chair, poking Jeff in the back.

“Where is he?” You ask, when he turns.

“Seriously?” He laughs. You frown, not appreciating being laughed at right in your face.

“Yeah. Seriously.” You reply sharply.

“I think you know the answer to that.” Jeff says before turning forward again.

Okay. Ouch. You always thought of Jeff as being the nicest out of the three older hellfire guys, but that was cold.

You didn’t see Eddie for the rest of the day. Matter of fact, you didn’t see him until the next morning when he did the same thing. You had started walking and he drove up behind you, slowing, and you got in. The ride was in complete silence. Not a word or a glance.

When you got to school, you parted ways immediately, without as much as a goodbye. Eddie didn’t show up to homeroom and Jeff didn’t look your way, not that you would have started a conversation with him after yesterday.

You had seen Gareth and Grant walking in the hall and you waved. You know they both saw you but they kept walking, not reciprocating your wave, and it really fucking stung.

That evening you walked home again. Alone.

The next morning, you walked the whole way to school. Alone. No Eddie in homeroom.

You were miserable. And to make matters worse, that morning, the drama teacher called you to his office over the intercom and proceeded to tear you a new one about how things were left in the drama room last Friday. You lied and said you weren’t feeling good and left things a bit of a mess, and that you were very sorry. By the end of the conversation, he was less so scolding you and more so giving you a pitiful look. Maybe you appeared as shitty as you felt, who knows, but you didn’t get detention so at least you got that win. He let you off with a warning instead but made sure to add that if it happens again this Friday, that’s it for your club.

Before lunch you set out to find the only hellfire members that you were certain would not give you the cold shoulder.

“Dustin! Mike!” You called, stopping them before they could enter the cafeteria. You really didn’t want to go in there, knowing Eddie would be there for sure.

You jogged to catch up with them, both of them stopped right at the door.

“Hey, do you mind doing me a favor?” You ask, trying to not seem like the shell of a person that you feel like.

“Yeah? What’s up?” Mike replies.

“Mr. Joels called me to his office and said if you guys leave the drama room like that again he’s gonna cancel hellfire permanently. Can you tell Eddie?”

“Can’t you tell him?” Mike says before Dustin hits him on the arm.

Dustin turns slightly, peering into the caf and your eyes follow, narrowing in on the person you’re always first to look for in a room. You feel whatever shards of a heart you have left dissolve when you see how miserable he looks too.

“S-so can you tell him?” You stutter, trying to pull your attention away from Eddie.

“Strat? Why didn’t you stay on Friday?” Dustin asks quietly.

“B-because.” You stutter again, feeling far too terrible to put up with any more interrogating and far too tired to keep up your lies.

“You heard him didn’t you?” He asks. Yeah. You heard him. You can’t lie to yourself anymore. You can’t pretend you didn’t. It’s not helping anyone. It’s not saving any friendship, because look at this. This isn’t preservation.

All you can do is nod your head, eyes glued to your shoes.

“He likes you, Strat.” Dustin says. You shake your head, disagreeing.

“He does.” Mike adds. You shake your head harder.

“No. He said he loves me.” You say, voice coming out croaky, lowering lip jetting out like you're about to cry.

You bring the palms of your hands to your eyes, pushing until all you can see is black. You’re not about to cry in front of these freshies. You’re not.

You hear the scuffing of their shoes on the floor before you feel a hand on your arm.

“Hey. It’s okay. Strat. Seriously, we can tell him. Don’t cry.” Dustin coos nervously, obviously not having the intent of making you teary eyed.

“I’m not crying.” You huff, pulling your hands from your damp eyes.

“No-yeah! You’re not crying. Don’t worry, we'll tell the guys.” Dustin says genuinely, his demeanor remaining soft yet incredibly nervous. Mike continues looking back into the caf, obviously looking for help from anybody. “So you’re not gonna sit with us?” He asks tentatively.

You shake your head, not trusting yourself to speak.

“Well, if you want to come back eventually, uh- we miss you.” He says. You laugh and both boys look taken aback.

“Gareth and Grant pretended I didn’t exist when I saw them in the hall. Jeff laughed in my face when I asked about Eddie and then proceeded to give me the cold shoulder. They don’t miss me, trust me.” You say, exhaling deeply before standing up straighter, ready to end this conversation.

“We do miss you! Seriously.” Mike adds, looking nervous like it might not be the right thing to say.

“Thanks guys.” You say, accepting their sentiments. “Tell Lucas I said hey and sorry for running off on him on Friday. And sorry to you guys too, I did say I was going to stay and then I didn’t.” You add before turning on your heels, heading off to the library without waiting for their reply.

That evening, instead of moping in your room again, you decided to walk to family video. Making matters worse, your dad bought a new distortion pedal for his guitar and he’s been bugging you about getting Eddie to come over to check it out since Sunday. You're clean out of excuses and can’t handle him asking you again tonight, so getting out of the house seems like your best option. Robin usually doesn’t work Wednesday, which leaves Steve closing by himself. You’re not mad at Robin, you just can’t handle the interrogation.

Steve wouldn’t push you for answers like Robin would. He wouldn’t give you the cold shoulder like the other guys. He wouldn’t be the first person you’d hang out with, that of course would be Eddie but… yeah. Steve is a good friend though.

As soon as you walk into the video store you hear Steve calling your name from the register.

“Hey! Long time no see!” He says happily.

“Yeah. How are you!” You ask, trying to return his chipper attitude but it comes out meek.

“Eh, living the dream.” He says, smiling. He rounds the counter, leaning against it, beside where you’re standing. “And what about you?” He asks, quirking a brow.

“I’ve been better.” You say honestly. “Mind if I chill with you for a bit?” You ask, looking around the empty store.

“Not at all, in fact, I welcome it.” He laughs, his own eyes grazing the desolate isles.

You take a seat behind the counter with him, just talking about nothing. You can tell Steve’s waiting for you to bring something up though, he keeps giving you knowing looks whenever there’s a lull in conversation.

When he turns away to help some customers you mentally give yourself a pep talk to talk about it. You’re not going to cry.

“So… I assume the children and Robin filled you in?” You say, once Steve joins you again after the customers have left.

“That they did.” He says, smiling at you with a nod of his head.

“And?” You say, waiting for him to bombard you like Robin did.

“And what? What do I think?” He asks. You sit back, surprised by his response.

“I guess.” You say shrugging.

“Well… you and Munson are close. Obviously. Totally and completely close. I can see why you’re like… y’know… freaked out or whatever. In denial, like Robin said.” Steve says, shrugging his shoulders, mirroring your action.

You look up at Steve in total shock from his extremely validating answer and he just smiles back at you.

“Don’t you think… Am I not.. in the wrong? I mean, it feels like everybody's mad at me… but like, I don’t know what to do?” You say quietly, stumbling through your thoughts.

“I don’t think you’re in the wrong. Feelings are complicated, there’s not really a right or a wrong.” Steve says genuinely, surprising you.

“Wise.” You laugh.

“Well, you know. I’ve had my fair share of feelings.” Steve laughs.

“How did you know when you- uh…” You trail off. Steve waits patiently for you to speak and you’re beyond thankful for it. “With Nancy, how’d you know?” You say, mustering you all of your courage.

“I think that’s a little different because we weren’t close friends first, but… it’s hard to say. I guess I just really wanted to be with her, even if it was just hanging out. Thought about her like 24/7. All of that corny shit, like butterflies and blushing and feeling like you can’t breathe.” Steve says, grabbing a tape off the counter and fidgeting with it in his hands.

“Sorry for asking about Nancy.” You say, picking up his discomfort as soon as he starts playing with his hair, pushing it back over and over again.

“Don’t worry about it, seriously.” He says, reaching a hand across and patting your knee in a friendly manner.

“I guess, I’m just confused cause… I’ve never thought of Eddie that way, but… maybe I have?” You say, questioning yourself.

“Hmm.” Steve hums, thinking to himself.

“Like, I feel like Eddie’s my person. He’s the only one that I want to hang out with all the time, and I always think about him… but the butterflies and all that other stuff you said, I don’t know. I feel like Eddie's just Eddie, he doesn’t make me nervous like that.

“Well that could be because you’ve known him your whole life?” Steve gathers. “And I’m not trying to fuck with your head or anything, but you can’t say you don’t blush at stuff he does. I’ve seen it before.” Steve smiles at you genuinely.

“What?” You scrunch your face. You so do not blush because of Eddie. “When?”

“Halloween. Jonathon was taking all those photos and Eddie kissed you on the cheek for one of them. You seriously went bright as a tomato and there’s photo evidence.” Steve laughs.

You remember that night. You did blush, but you blamed it on the alcohol consumed… even though you only had half a beer at that point. You literally went hot all over and then you blamed it on not eating enough before drinking.

“Oh my god.” You say, mostly for yourself. Eddie had made you blush. He made you blush hard.

“Am I right?” Steve says smugly. You reach across, hitting Steve on the shoulder but he swats you away with a laugh.

“I hate to say it Steve, but maybe you’re onto something.” You smile in disbelief.

“You people have no faith in me.” Steve says, faking hurt.

All you can do is smile at him because things are finally starting to make a little more sense.

“Well, want to keep going or are you tapping out of feelings?” Steve says, quirking his brow at you, making you laugh.

“What are you? Dr. Harrington? PhD in love?” You joke, grabbing your own tape off the counter to fiddle with.

“Oh yeah. Took a lot of heartbreak to get my PhD but hey, if it helps at least one person, maybe it was all worth it.” He laughs.

The conversation lulls for a moment but you quickly break it, deciding you’re not tapping out of your feelings, how could you when you’re so close to understanding?

“Do you think it’ll ruin our friendship? Like what if it doesn’t work out?” You spit out your worst fear, but it doesn’t even phase Steve.

“Well, from what I heard from Robs, how’s your friendship going right now?” Steve says cautiously with a softness to his voice.

“Horrible. I’m miserable. He looks miserable, but I haven’t really talked to him since last Thursday and even then he was acting weird.” You frown thinking about how Eddie looked in the cafeteria, slouched in his seat at the table, eyes all sad, not even talking to the guys— and Eddie is a talker, it’s not fucking normal for him not to be talking.

“Right. And you’re still confused about if you have feelings for him?” Steve asks genuinely, curious but not prying.

“I mean yeah. Like, I pictured Eddie in my life forever, but I never even considered it in that way or really any way at all. I never put much thought into it, ever.” You say honestly.

“You don’t… you know.. think about him sexually.” Steve asks, grinning. You look down into your lap, shyly and you feel your cheeks heat but it’s an easy question you know the answer to.

“Truthfully? I always blamed it on him being so close to me. Like proximity planted all that shit in my head. And like… obviously I trust him and stuff so, like… if I thought about him like that, I always told myself it’s because I could trust him and that’s it.” You say, hiding in your hands. Steve grabs at your hands, before shooting you an amused smile. He’s so stupid, but this is fucking working, he’s actually making everything make sense.

“So you’re attracted to him?” Steve says once your blush cools.

“Eddie’s fucking beautiful. I’ve never been shy to say that. Well, except when he was, like, going through puberty, that was scary.” You say widening your eyes, remembering how gangly and extra clumsy he was right after his growth spurt, and the awkward squeaky voice he had for an entire summer before his voice dropped. Steve laughs at you, clearly enjoying the terror that flashes over your face when you remember the first time you found his porn stash that somehow moved in right along with puberty.

“And… correct me if I’m wrong but you’ve never had a boyfriend, right?” Steve says.

“You are correct.” You say sheepishly.

“And why’s that?” He asks. You shrug, starting to feel nervous.

“You don’t have to tell me. I’m not judging you for your choices, just might be helpful to think about?” Steve says softly, leaving it as an optional question with a way out if you so please.

“Yeah. I think, just… dunno. Whenever I’d think about going on a date, I’d always think about Eddie and that would kind of cut the idea short, if that makes sense? Not that I’d think about going on dates with him, just like, if I thought about going on a date it was more so, like… ‘well I usually hang out with Eddie so there’s no time’.” You ramble, nerves getting to you.

“Makes total sense. But you don’t think you associated Eddie with dating because…” Steve leads, leaving open space in his point for you to conclude.

“Because I want to date Eddie?” You say out loud, trying to piece together the puzzle that you’ve been recklessly throwing the pieces around to for far too long.

“Once again, I’m not trying to make you think any particular way. Just helping you get to your own conclusions. Think of me as an impartial mediator.” Steve says, standing up from his spot, starting to pile some tapes back into a cart. You stand too, starting to help him since you’ve stolen so much of his time.

“You really should consider getting a PhD or something, cause damn. Much to think about.” You laugh. “When did you get so wise.” You joke, pushing at his shoulder.

“Yeah. Definitely would never qualify for a PhD, but thanks.” Steve laughs, placing the final VHS from the counter into the basket. “Now, want to do returns with me? Either that or we leave them for Robin tomorrow and when she chews me out I'll totally blame it on you so…” Steve says, tilting his face at you, raising his brows waiting for your response.

“Already had Robin chew me out enough.” You smile, grabbing the return bin for Steve.

You ended up staying with Steve until close. After he dropped you off at home, you spent the whole night thinking about everything you talked through with Dr. Harrington.

Even after a night of contemplation, you kept thinking about it into the next day. You thought about it as you walked by yourself to school, sat through home room alone, ate lunch alone, walked home alone, and spent the evening alone.

You like Eddie.

It’s so fucking clear now.

I mean, every time you’ve ever pictured your future? It’s always been with Eddie. Every dirty thought, every wet dream, every time you touched yourself, it’s always been about Eddie. You don’t go on dates and you’ve never cared to, because you have Eddie. Eddie is your person though and through.

You don’t just like Eddie. You love him.

And when that thought crosses your mind, you feel sick. Feels like someone is both tickling you and also absolutely bludgeoning you from the inside out. Is this what butterflies are? Holy fuck.

When you think about Eddie spilling his guts to Jeff and Gareth in the drama room, you get that feeling and, god, is it horrible. But also… it makes you giddy?

You think about Eddie and suddenly you can’t wipe the stupid grin off your face. You think about his eyes, his nose, his stupid jokes, his laugh, and you get that fluttery feeling.

Deeper into the night you think about Eddie’s lips. You think about his hands, his arms, the way he always is touching you, the ways he could touch you, and you get a different feeling. Like a heat brewing in you. A desire, a neediness. Sure, you’ve thought things about Eddie, but never this purposefully. It makes you squirm in your bed until you get up and go grab water to cool yourself down.

You wake up befuddled with feelings. Like Steve was a fucking train conductor and you just got run over.

It doesn’t help that you remembered that you kind of fucked this up already. It’s Friday. It’s been a whole week since you overheard him.

It’s barely been 24 hours of you feeling so full of feelings. If Eddie was sure enough to admit he loved you to the guys, how long has he been feeling like this? If he’s felt anywhere near the way you feel now, he must have been drowning. And you were just letting him. And now, you’ve made him go a week, knowing that you know that he loves you, and you just went awol.

Your mind goes to what he said in the drama room.

“She’s killing me.”

You’ve been killing him. It didn’t make sense at first, but now it does. It makes perfect sense and it took you until 5PM on Friday night to understand it after a long day of skipping school, laying in bed, and stress baking. And you need to stop it.

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It’s you part 2

↳ conrad x y/n!

warning: Conrad is 18 y/n is 16, cursing, smut

✩ synopsis: y/n finds out that Conrad has a girlfriend, she tries to not think about it but Conrad makes it very difficult.

✩ note: omg y’all loved the first part so here is the second part sorry it took so long to right !!!

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the first people that came back were my brother and Jeremiah. They had come back when Conrad was in the middle of cleaning my face and while we were making out.

I looked crazy, even though Conrad was incessant I looked beautiful. We heard the door open and Conrad quickly left the bathroom, leaving me alone.

I understand why he left, he didn’t want to be seen with Steven’s little brother, and he didn’t want to be seen with a little girl, it had hurt but it was understandable.

“Conrad you missed everything, this girl was trying to fuck me in the middle of the party, and guess who was at the party….the girl you’ve been talking about since summer started, like gang she was talking about you and everything, she said to tell you she missed you,” Jeremiah said rambling on and on

could he ever shut up..wait the girl that he’s been talking about since summer started. there’s no way there’s another girl. Plus she missed him, have they went out, kissed, or even fucked?

“who, katy?” Conrad said with a laugh “She’s obsessed over me and I’ve been talking about how weird she is, don’t make it sound like I want her.”

I think he noticed that I was standing on the door frame of the bathroom waiting to see what he would say.

was he lying, why would Conrad lie though

“I’m not making it seem like nothing, you literally told me yesterday how you missed being with her, stop lying”

Oh wow, oh wow. Was I just a distraction, was he thinking of her when I was jerking him off

I started to walk up the stairs when Steven stopped me

“you look different” “I just washed my face, kid” “No you did something, what did you do” “Nothing get off of me” Steven grabbed my arm and forced me to stay right in front of him and look him in the eye.

could he tell what had happened? “yo Conrad did this little girl go anywhere today?” “no we were just watching a movie, she was safe with me”

I was definitely safe with him and he definitely took care of me but he didn’t know how well he took care of me.

“you look funny today y/n” “Wym weird” “idk like you did something you weren’t supposed to”

Conrad started to laugh and I mean he laughed so hard that I even started to laugh.

“y’all are being weird, what did y’all do” Steven was starting to get mad like he knew I jerked him off or something. “Steven stop you’re doing the most for obviously nothing.”

“yeah maybe you’re right Conrad i think I drank too much,” he said putting his hand on his head like he had a headache, Jeremiah stayed silent this whole time just looking at me like he knew.

fuck did he know? he couldn’t have, Conrad had cleaned me well.

“I’m going to bed my head hurts too much to be talking this much” and with that, he was off he went upstairs and I heard the door close, hard.

but Jeremiah stood where he has been since he got back, standing in the hallway just looking at us.

“no way Conrad, I can’t believe you, she’s a fucking kid. Are you kidding me right now?”

if steven wasn’t here he would probably be screaming right now, I could tell he was mad like really fucking mad.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” conrad said getting up from the floor. i was still standing near the bathroom.

“you fucked here didn’t you?” “what tf are you talking about,” Conrad said yelling, conrad was pissed I’d never seen him so mad before.

Steven was so drunk that he didn’t even hear Conrad yelling.

“look at her” and then he grabbed me and yanked me in front of him and grabbed my face showing me off. “she has a glow that all comes from losing your virginity, so tell me right now Conrad did you fuck her”

“no you dumbass I would never touch her, she’s a kid.” “Are you sure Conrad, don’t lie to me, please Conrad don’t lie to me about this, not this” he sounded so serious and sad like he was going to cry.

“I’m not bro she’s a kid, relax” Wow I’m just a kid, after what I did to him I’m still just a kid to him.

Jeremiah was still holding onto my face with a hard grip but let go after what Conrad told him. “shit man I think I’m drunk or something, just like Steven. I'm sorry y/n”

“It’s…okay Jeremiah you’re just drunk I understand, go to bed I’ll meet you up there in a bit” And with that, he was groaning and going up the stairs. As soon as I heard his door closed I stepped towards Conrad. “so a kid, good to know” I said sarcastically, “y/n you know I only said that to get him off my back, you know nobody can find out what happened.”

Conrad stepped closer to me and grabbed a piece of my brownish-black hair. “you’re beautiful, do you know that you’re so pretty, god you’re so pretty.” I loved this, he was being nice to me and telling me what I wanted and needed to hear but I still was upset. why was I upset, because of the fact that Conrad wants to keep us a secret?

since Conrad was taller than me I had to look up at him, and that also meant I had to lean up to kiss him.

I went in for the kiss but believe it or not he backed up.

“wtf Conrad” “Tiny stop I just told u nobody can know about us” “So you won’t even kiss me now, jermiah is in his room and Steven is in his room too so why can’t you kiss me?” “believe me i want to kiss you but we just can’t right now”

I didn't understand but I tried for him, I did a lot of things for him.

“Okay Conrad then I’m going to sleep.” he doesn’t say anything until I’m going up the stairs “Don’t be mad at me y/n, if you’re mad at me I’ll be up all night thinking about how I made you upset.”

that was cute, he cared about my feelings so much that he would keep himself up and think about them.

but I didn’t say anything, I didn’t know what to say so i just went upstairs and took a cold shower.

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waking up at cousins was always that best it was so different than when I was back home.

As soon as I woke up there was breakfast and people to talk to, while at my house it was completely different. My mom was always busy with her word and Steven was busy with school, he was a try-hard in that deportment.

I was always stuck, I never knew what I wanted to be or what I wanted to do when I grew up, nothing was for certain and nothing had ever stayed the same, the only two things that stayed the same were cousins and the way I loved Conrad.

I’ve loved Conrad since I was a kid I would always want to follow him and always wanted to be with him. It was never anyone else, only him it was never Cam Carmen or Jeremiah it was only ever Conrad.

And now that I knew he felt the same way I did I finally felt like I did something right.

my hair was messy and I was hot so the only right thing to do was go and take a shower. I stayed in there for a little while to shave everything, I needed to be prepared.

walking down the stairs and being met with food is the best thing.

“you’re up early,” I told my mother, she was never a morning person, and seeing her up at 6 am made me feel weird. “my head hurts it’s killing me” My mom never really went out but when she did she would became crazy.

“how much did you drink?” “Not that much, I hated that party. Susanna loved it but it was so boring there was nothing else to do but drink.”

I started to walk away because when my mom was like this she would keep on talking no matter what but then she said “Did Conrad treat you well last night?” i quickly turned around “what do you mean?” “did y’all do anything, or did he bring over his girlfriend”

girlfriend? she must be crazy. Conrad didn’t have a girlfriend. The girl from the party that Steven was talking about, was she talking about her?

“he has a girlfriend?” I said quietly like it was something I should never say “Yeah Susanna wanted to tell you, she knows you like him and everything but she says they’ve been dating for 3 years now”

3 YEARS THERE IS NO WAY.

“I don’t think that’s true, Mom” my mom laughed like she actually laughed in my face “Baby I’m sorry but he’s too old for you anyways”

ok Mom, thanks for that. like wow, I can’t believe this.

I couldn’t continue with this conversation so I simply left I went upstairs and grabbed my new bath suit that Tyler got me.

it was hot pink and a thong bathing suit, something I would never wear in my life but right now felt like the perfect time to wear it.

I was pissed how could he have been in a relationship for 3 years and let me do what I did to him. that wasn’t fair to me. it wasn’t fair to anyone.

I had to swim it was the only thing I could do.

I went straight for the beach not caring that my mom was hungover or that it was 6 in the morning.

I was calmer when I felt the sand on my toes, I was calmer when I smelt the seawater.

I dropped my things and I went to go swimming.

the water was cold but at that moment that didn’t matter. I felt alive once I hit the water it felt like my skin was alive and I could breathe again, I could cry because nobody would know I was crying because of the water sorrowing me.

I closed my eyes and just let the water take over my body.

“you look like you’re dead it’s kinda creepy” That was the first thing I heard before I felt arms grab my leg but I instantly knew who it was.

Jeremiah was there next to me, with his prominent blue eyes.

those blue eyes were the first things you saw that were exactly like his dad's. He was different than Conrad, a good different in some ways a better different.

“When you’re swimming it looks like the only thing you can think about is the water” “You’re beautiful y/n do you know that”

Jeremiah has always said I was beautiful and I never took it like I would if Conrad said it but for some reason today I did. his words made my heart beat it was weird.

“you always say I'm beautiful” “Because it’s true you’ve always been beautiful” “Even with my glasses?” I was playing with him “Even with your cute pink glasses.”

at this moment my mind wasn’t on Conrad my mind was on Jeremiah. Today was about Jeremiah.

“do you remember what happened yesterday?” his face fell white like he wanted to forget what had happened last night and wanted me to not say anything about it “Yeah I do, I’m really sorry about grabbing you like that, I was jealous I don’t know why I was jealous but you looked so happy at that moment and I thought he took something that is supposed to be mine”

truthfully I didn’t understand him, what was he talking about?

“Does he have a gf?” I flat out asked him what I needed to know “Yeah y/n, I thought he told u” “Was she the girl that Steven was talking about?” “yea that’s her, she was pissed that he didn’t come but he’s making it up to her right now” “what do you mean” “I mean he is probably eating her out as we speak”

WHAT TF FUCKKKKKK

“Ewwww Jeremiah that’s not funny that’s so weird” “I’m not laughing little girl us Fisher men love to eat the cat it’s something we all love to do”

“you’re literally disgusting I’m leaving” and I started to walk to the sand but Jeremiah stopped me

“what tf fuck are you wearing?” he was mad he was holding me very tight and was pissed “A bathing suit do you like it?” i said innocently. “you’re crazy y/n go home and change” “what are you talking about in not going to change.”

“Why would she change she looks good, it’s a little out there but she looks good”

Conrad. It was Conrad, why was he here?

I turned to look at him but Jeremiah held me even tighter pulled me to his chest and turned us so his back was towards Conrad.

“yo bro go get her a towel” and that’s what Conrad did he went toward my stuff and got my pink towel he handed it to Jermiah and Jermiah put it on me making sure to cover everything.

Conrad never took his eyes off of me he was only looking at me, nothing else.

“that’s much better don't you think Conny?” “She looked good both times.”

I griped myself away from Jeremiah’s hold and started to walk towards the beach house, ignoring Conrad completely. It was hard to ignore him but i did.

I was mad at him because he had a girlfriend and didn’t tell me but I was also mad at him because he didn’t get jealous or mad about the bikini I was wearing, Jeremiah did but it was just Jeremiah.

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my attempt at making Conrad jealous had failed miserably. I was now alone at the beach homes once again, but this time I was completely alone no Conrad and no movie the three boys had gone to a party. nobody had bothered to invite me. They just automatically assumed that I didn’t want to go. I was sad seeing Conrad get ready and go but he didn’t even look my way, it was as if he didn’t care that I was there or he just didn’t notice.

my mom and Susanna went to a nightclub so that my mom could interview people for her job and Susanna being Susanna followed along. They were always together. It was kind of cute.

I was alone in my own long, red T-shirt and my boxers. I didn’t have food and I didn’t have a movie to watch. The boys said that they wouldn’t be back until late at night. It was currently 11 in the night.

I was slowly drifting to sleep until I heard a bang. The door was opening, but I heard no one. I was too tired to go check on it I imagined it was one of the boys coming in quietly to not disturb my sleep, but I didn’t go check

my eyes started to close going back to my sleep, but then I heard my door opening. I didn’t bother to look up and see who opened my door. I just imagined it was Stephen checking in on me and seeing if I was asleep and simply leaving, I heard the door close, and then I relaxed

I felt like someone was watching me like someone was literally right next to me to stop myself from thinking bad thoughts I decided to finally open my eyes and checked. I turned over to my right side and I saw Conrad standing there just looking at me

“ fuck I didn’t know you were awake” “ I wasn’t, but you woke me up” “You look so hot right now sleeping like that it was so hot” “Do you think I look hot when I sleep?” he was acting weird and he was obviously drunk so I didn’t take his words seriously he probably wouldn’t even remember what he had said to me when he woke up the next morning.

“do you know how hard it has been for me to not grab you and kiss you and make everybody know that you’re mine especially Jeremiah” “Do you know he actually thinks he’s entitled to your feelings he thinks that he should be the one to take your virginity. It’s kind of funny.”

take my virginity what was he talking about? He’s really drunk.

“Our mom always thought that I would marry you or at least one of us would marry you, but she thought that I would she wanted me to be your first kiss. She wanted me to be your first time and she wanted me to get married to you she told me and I started to laugh because I never imagined that you would ever look at me like that. I think I was just oblivious to the way you looked at me or the way you acted around me because of how old you were it only makes sense for you to be with Jeremiah since you guys are almost the same age”

“but Conrad I’ve only ever wanted you I don’t care about our age and I don’t care that you’re older than me I’ve only ever had eyes for you. Suzanne has always been right.”

he was drunk, but he meant everything he said he looked at me like I was the only girl in the world that I was the most important thing to him that his universe was me, and that I was in his soul. I loved it nobody has ever looked at me like that, and I’ve never wanted anybody else to look at me like that just him, and he did he finally noticed me he finally decided to acknowledge the way that he felt for me.

He had hidden all this time, his feelings for me because of our age but in all reality, my age does not matter.

“y/n if we do this, you can’t tell anyone not even Tyler, nobody.” “I didn’t tell Tyler about what we did” “This will be worse, it will be your first time.”

“I thought you wanted to wait?” “I’ve changed my mind, Jeremiah has been getting overprotective over you and I hate it.”

while Conrad was talking to me I got up and sat on my bed. Once Conrad was finished with what he was saying he had gotten on his knees.

“I’m going to need you to relax,” he says this roughly insisting on an answer “Um alright” that gave him permission to do what he was about to do

he then decided to pull down the boxes that I was wearing making my pussy slightly exposed to him since my big T-shirt was almost fully covering it.

“i’m going to lift your T-shirt up is that okay?” I love how he asked me for permission before doing anything. It made me feel like I had a say in what happened and I was involved.

“yeah you can” That was all he needed to pull up my T-shirt, fully exposing my pussy

he spread my legs open to see everything better his hands were cold but it made everything even better.

“have you ever touched yourself?” he looked into my eyes and it made me feel like he saw the real me the me that was totally and utterly in love with him.

“no,” I said, spitting out my words

that seemed to make him happy since he went back to looking at my pussy.

he decided to finally touch me. he slid his fingers up and down my folds stopping at my clit.

I had never felt this, it was a new feeling, and I loved it.

“god y/n you’re so wet it’s good to be so easy to slip inside of you”

I had put my head down after he said this I was embarrassed I was soaked only because of him touching me a little bit.

I wasn’t experienced like Conrad was a new Connor because he had lots of ex-girlfriends

Me on the other hand. I wasn’t experienced. I’ve never had a boyfriend, and my first kiss was with Jeremiah, playing truth or dare.

“ what happened are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” “noooo, it’s just i’m embarrassed” I softly spoke, ashamed of what I was saying

“why tf are you embarrassed, you’re beautiful, and plus” he stopped midsentence placing his finger inside of his mouth, the finger that he slid across my folds. he started to suck on his own finger tasting me.

“you taste so fucking good, god y/n i need more, please can I?” he begged he was desperate it was like he was a virgin that never tasted pussy before

I nodded, because that was the only thing that I could do for the first time in my life I couldn’t speak.

that’s all he needed for him to pull me towards the edge of the bed he put his arms between my legs and pulled me. I hadn’t noticed how big Conrad had gotten over the summer. He got hotter if that was even possible.

I was lost in my head for a minute but I quickly came back into reality once I felt him lick my clit

“omg, what the-” I couldn’t say anything else because Conrad had started to suck and bite on my clit.

I was moaning so I placed my hand over my mouth to silence my moans.

but he stopped when i did so “wtf are you doing y/n are you stupid?” normally I would’ve gotten mad and hurt by the choice of words but right I loved how he talked to me.

“I’m sorry, I don’t anyone to hear” That was dumb to say since nobody was here but I still said it

“I don’t fucking care y/n, try to silence your moans again and I’ll stop and never look your way again” he was mad, it was so hot

I only stared at him, I couldn’t say anything

“do you understand y/n” he slightly yelled

“yes Conrad I understand” “Good baby”

he cut the eye contact and went back in between my legs

he started to eat me out, he slid his tongue inside me desperate to taste me completely

I couldn’t stay still so I started to rock my hips against his face.

it seemed like I was doing something right because he started to go faster.

my stomach felt weird, it felt like I needed to pee. What wtf was this, what was he doing to me?

it was like he had noticed and stopped what he was doing and got up from his knees.

“why did you stop???” I was desperate to have the feeling again, I had lost it when he stopped and I needed it back

“you’re about to cum and I’m letting you cum unless it’s on my dick”

he starts to undo his jeans and pull out his thick dick, I’ve missed it.

he pulls down his pants and his black Tommy Hilfiger boxers with them.

his dick was rock hard he loved this as much as I did, pre cum was on his tip. I was ready to taste it.

I’m staring at his dick it’s so beautiful.

“you look so beautiful right now” he was looking deeply into my eyes.

“I need to feel you my love so be quiet and try not to scream” his hands were going up and down his dick almost jerking himself on

he comes closer to me and decides to spread my legs wider, he positions himself so he is near my entrance.

“Breathe, and look at my eyes” and that’s what I did i was looking at his eyes and he was looking at me.

he pushed himself into me and I felt like I was on fire, it hurt like hell and I tried to run away but he grabbed my waist and pushed me down so I couldn’t move

he wasn’t completely in me but since he was so thick it hurt even more.

he was thrusting in me so hard that it hurt like hell

he once told me he would be soft with me but right now he is mean and hard and I enjoy it.

The reality of Conrad was that he was sometimes a mean person. He was sometimes selfish, and he was sometimes bold, and you could definitely tell just now that he was bold.

Conrad kept going, despite me trying to move away “Don’t run away from me y/n” he meant this, he wanted me to Indore the satisfaction that he gave me.

He started to go deeper since we were in a good position he could go deep ass hell

“Conrad that hurts you’re going too deep” That seemed to make him happy because he pushed himself all the way in.

“How long have you wanted this?” “Wh-what?”

This was weird why was he asking this while I was in so much pain from him being so deep in me”

“How fucking long have you wanted me to fuck you like this” “A really long time Conrad I’ve always wanted it to be you”

Seeing his reaction made me happy his whole face changed he was back to a stone-cold face and he started to move faster.

He was going so fast so suddenly that I couldn’t even tell him to stop or to try to move away.

“God you look so sexy” With that he pulls out his phone

Why did he suddenly take out his phone?

“Y/n I need you to trust me, let me record this I don’t know when we will fuck again let me save this moment forever.”

I didn’t know what to say I didn’t mind him recording I trusted him so I said yes

With that, he pressed record and started to go crazy

Trusting me like he was mad, luckily it started to feel good since he was completely inside of me

I feel so full god he was so good.

“Look at the camera y/n, tell Jeremiah how good I feel inside of you” “She’s even bleeding jer I can’t believe you ever thought she would be yours”

“Y/n tell her how good I feel baby”

I was thrown off guard completely but if I said nothing it would be a lie and if I said no it would also be a lie.

“You feel so good Conrad” I moaned

Once he got the response that he wanted, he put his phone down and started to go hard.

He was fucking me so hard, I was close and I knew he was too

I felt like I needed to pee

“Conrad stop I need to pee stop” I was moving away from him again I felt like I needed to release

He looked at me with so much lust and power and said “Let go, do it”

And so I did, I let out a big ass moan and I started to squirt

I’ve never had an organism especially not squirting.

It felt so good tho I felt free it was so weird.

With this Conrad started to slow down and get sloppy with his trust I felt him twitch inside of me and then he nutted inside of me

I felt like I had just won in life I felt so warm

“God y/n I never knew wouldn’t thought you were a squirter, that’s was so hot”

Then he kissed my forehead which felt so nice, it felt like he truly cared for me and only me.

And he kissed my forehead he moved from on top of me and started to get comfortable to go to bed.

I felt so happy that he wasn’t leaving and was sleeping with me. We were both naked and in bed together after we had sex.

I felt amazing and I felt so happy that it was my first time.

After a bit of time Conrad started to snore softly which made me know he was sleeping.

Since nobody was home I decided to go to the bathroom naked.

It was dark so I grabbed my phone to turn on the flashlight

After I was done peeing and cleaning myself I opened my door and I almost shit myself

Jeremiah was at the fucking bathroom door looking mad asf.

“I can’t believe you fucked him y/n” and he just walked away

How did he know, he was just at the party I checked that nobody was there.

How did he know???

Hi Yall I’m so sry this took so long, I’ve been mad busy with school. I hope y’all enjoy this and plz tell me what y’all think.

#Spotify #tsitp conrad #conrad fisher #conrad x reader #team conrad #tsitp #tsitp s2 #tsitp belly #tsitp jeremiah #jeremiah fisher #explore #smut #the summer i turned pretty

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eddieboi23 · 1 year

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In sickness

Wednesday Addams x SICK|Gn Reader

(Wednesday )

Summary: your sick and sad, Wednesday takes care of you

Tw: cursing, throwing up, getting hurt, taking gross medicine , being sick idk lmfao

(Y/n)=your name

-this is thoughts-

“This is talking”

(You and Wednesday are already dating :))

Requested by : @slowrelic

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(Your POV)

The first thing you feel when you wake up is the pounding of you head, and a stuffy nose. You groan and open your eyes, the light from the window is too bright, it hurts.

You turn away and groan, feeling like you got hit by a bus.

You call out your roomates name, with no reply.

You call them again, still no reply.

You groan, turn and see their bed is empty.

You panic, and fall of your bed, hitting you your head on the corner. “Ow shit!” You groan, and find your phone on the floor.

You check the time and realize your VERY late for school.

-shit shit shit shit, ugh I feel terrible, I need to get- Your thoughts end abruptly when you feel bile raise in your throat, you rush to the bathroom and throw up whatever was in your stomach.

You groan and lean against the porcelain to rest, and wipe your sweating face with your sleeve.

You definitely cant do school today, you’ll have to go to the nurse, if you can make it.

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(Time skip and POV change)

Wednesday noticed your absence immediately. Usually you’d yell enids and Wednesdays name, then tackle her from behind and pull her into an obnoxious hug.

Today you didn’t, she subtly looked everywhere and couldn’t find you.

She told Thing to look around, but he came back empty handed.(haha)

Wednesday wants to say she glad you didn’t almost throw her to the ground today, but that would be a lie.

She WANTED to go to your dorm, but the teachers caught her trying to sneak away everytime.

She thought you had been hurt, but if you were, she would have most likely had a vision.

“Maybe they are sick? I remember them saying they didn’t feel the best yesterday.” Said a now worried Enid.

Maybe Enid was right.

She rushed to the nurses during lunch to demand answers about you, with Thing on her shoulder.

“Oh y/n? Poor thing came here earlier, sick as a dog, a high fever ,103. Plus a bleeding head. I gave them medicine patched them up, and escorted them back to their dorm. Id leave them alone if I were you, you dont want to get sick yourself.” The nurse rambled.

Wednesday gave them a curt nod and rushed out.

She didn’t care what the nurse said, she was going to check on you.

The feeling of dread she usually enjoyed, but not when you were at the expense.

She arrived at your dorm room and hesitated, although she doesn’t know why.

Could it be that seeing you in pain would crush her black little heart? Impossible, she was probably just worried she’d have to hear you whine. Yes…thats why.

Thing tapped her, telling her to knock.

She sighs and knocks on your door 2 times.

“C-come in.” Your voice is heard, so quiet that if there were people in the halls, she might of not heard it at all.

She slowly opens it and slips inside the room, closing the door softly behind her.

There you were, curled up in your bed, with a trash can, water, medicine and crackers next to you on the bedside table.

You looked miserable, which gave Wednesday a weird feeling within. Even in sickness you were stunning, but she disliked the pained look on your face.

Thing jumped from Wednesdays shoulders and ran to you, asking if you were ok.

You spoke in a whisper. “Heyyy buddy. I’m ok, just a bit under the weather.”

He asked what happened to your bandaged head.

You chuckle, which turns into a cough.

Wednesday cringes at that.

“I fell out of bed is all, I’m ok Thing.”

Wednesday walked over, but avoided looking at you.

“Of course you’d be so idiotic as to injury yourself so easily.”

You smile. “You care about me.”

Wednesday scoffs and rolls her eyes. “Hold your tongue.”

You let out a weak laugh, then cover your mouth as you cough. “Ugh karma. Ow. So uh, whatcha doing here? Idk if you heard, but I’m sick.”

Wednesday rolled her eyes. “Yes I have heard. I came simply to make sure you don’t die, Thing would be upset with me.”

You smile, knowing she’s using him as an alibi. You’ve been dating for awhile and can tell she cares, in her own weird way.

You grin and rest one of of your fingers on his. “Don’t worry bud , Ill be fin-“ you turn you head and go into a coughing fit.

Wednesday hesitantly pats your back after Thing motions to you.

You wheeze and then smile. “Thanks.”

Wednesday rolls her eyes and grabs your desk chair, setting it near the bed and sits down.

“Oh you don’t have to-“ Wednesday interrupts.

“You haven’t taken your medication have you? It is unopened.”

You sigh. “No but I dont need it I’m fine.”

Wednesday stares at you, dark eyes taking in your weak form. “A temperature of 103 for a human body, isn’t ‘fine’.” She grabs the medicine and opens it, grabbing a spoon that’s next to it.

You stare at her curiously…is she gonna…

Wednesday pours some into the spoon and practically shoved it in front of your face. “Open.”

Your eyebrows raise ever so slightly. “Wha- I dont need to babied Wednesday.”

She stares you in the eyes. “Don’t fight with me on this, I will not have you dying where you lay. Now open.”

You blush slightly as you open your mouth and she surprisingly softly puts the spoon in it. You gulp down the gross medicine flavor, and take a drink of water. “Thanks..”

She all of a sudden places her cold hand on your burning forehead. You sigh at the coolness and lean into her touch.

She hums. “Rest, i will wait for you to wake, and give you more medicine.”

You nod, already drifting to sleep. Thing snuggles up next to you.

She watched as you fell asleep under her touch, and caresses your cheek with her pinky.

“Sleep well amor.”

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(I’m sorry but my favorite thing is sick/hurt reader HEHEH

Also I was already writing this then got your request for more Wednesday , I thought it would be perfect :))

#wednesday addams x male reader #addams wednesday #wednesdayaddams #wednesday addams x gn reader #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x y/n #wednesday x reader #wednesday x y/n #wednesday #wednesday Addams x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #Wednesday addams x fem reader #Wednesday addams x female reader #Wednesday addams x gender neutral reader #sick y/n

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neptunescore · 4 days

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Idk if you’ve talked about this already and this is not a defense of her but it is interesting to me how people take the comment from Kelly about a “magical moment” with Max (and why would you ever admit this? you couldn’t water board this shit out of me) when he was 18/19 to run with as her grooming him or being a pedophile but see Pierre’s and Kika as #goals.

Bc only one of them actually started dating their significant other when they were 19 and it wasn’t Kelly. Mind you Pierre is 7 years older than Kika.

Or even Checo and his wife. They announced their relationship when she was 19 and already pregnant with their first child. (He is almost 8 years older than her.)

Now like I said, this is not a defense of Kelly but I am asking the question what the difference here is? Why do people see it so differently when the women is older? (This actually reminds me of that new “The Idea of You” movie but that’s not the point.)

Simple answer? Misogyny.

Don’t get me wrong, I am all for holding them accountable and talking about this but then we have to talk about all of them and not only her.

I acc have NOT talked abt this and literally me and frnd just discussed this yesterday and it ended up in us making a whole timeline on checos marriage😭,

No1 Pierre and Kika

Honestly, I love kika (literally followed her bfr I knew pierre and her were together), pierre dating her at that age WAS wrong. Gave me the absolute ick. Disgusting. I feel like ppl don't realise how weird it is bc they're both in their 20s. But it IS weird. Literally unfollowed him as soon as I found out. (Word to word same story with este and his gf). Also kika posting a Starbucks cup on her story when the boycott was already at its peak, made me unfollow her just as quick. (If someone has an ss of that please send it in, I had to change phones and mines gone now. I can't find it online either)

No2 Checo and Carola

Shes 26/ 27 rn. He's 34.

They got engaged in 2017, she was NINETEEN/ TWENTY he was TWENTY SEVEN. OBVIOUSLY they HAD to be dating bfr that bc that was their ENGAGEMENT, so he was literally dating her back when she was younger than 19 guys. MAD

I never really felt anything towards checo when I first got into f1, but I remeber finding this out and feeling so SHOCKED.

Also I don't rlly care much abt who drivers date, and I absolutely hate WAG gossip accs, but that doesn't mean I won't be weirded out/ digusted when drivers do smthng THIS questionable😭

#checo perez #pierre gasly #kika gomes #carola martinez #formula one #f1 #formula 1 #nep's inbox🪐

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aleksa-sims · 3 months

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RL Story (18+)

Daniel’s sister came to visit us. She brought me a dress. Daniel’s Mother gave it to me, it was from her vintage shop.

After T. went home, I unpacked my gift. I was so excited and curious. Daniel’s Mom paid for my wedding dress, which I discovered in her shop. But why did she give me a dress again? As I thought about the dress, I tried it on. Daniel also came to me in the bedroom, looking at me for a while without saying anything. I turned my eyes away from the mirror and smiled at him. But Daniel just shot me an annoyed look....

Me: Hey 🙂.... I wonder why your Mom gave me a dress again? It’s nice but it doesn’t suit me... I look pregnant in that dress.😕

Daniel: You are pregnant!

Me: I'm 3 months. I shouldn’t look pregnant yet.

Daniel: You keep that dress?

Me: Um... yea. Why not? Don't you like it?

Daniel: No! I hate it! I hate that you keep letting my mother influence you. You know what she did to me. Why do you even listen to her? Or accept her gifts?

Me: I was just being kind. She paid for my wedding dress. But I have not forgotten what she has done to you. I talked to her about it several times. She knows what I think of her as a mother. I’m on your side, not hers.

Daniel: She knows you want to divorce me. A wedding dress a few months ago, now you got a ..... dress for our divorce. That's her message behind that dress! You got it? This is who she is, my crazy Mother!..... She's not your friend! You have to understand!

Me: D., wait!.... I won’t divorce you. You’re right! I hate that dress. If that’s really true, I never want to talk to your mother again.

Daniel: You don’t take me seriously, just like her.

Me: Of course I do.... I take everything you do- or say seriously, maybe too seriously. I thought you were sick of me, so you left. And now come to me. Take off my dress.

Daniel: And what then?

Me: I missed you sm. For months, I’ve been imagining this with you. I wish you'd come back to me...more than anything else.

Daniel: I thought you couldn’t sleep with me? You said it feels weird to you, bcs you’re pregnant and it’s not my Baby.

Me: I didn't mean that.... I want you. And I love you.

Daniel: She was watching us...... more often than you think.

Me: Who’s watching us?

Daniel: Irma, babe. You told me yourself, you saw her in our mirror.

Me: Ah, I was high, Daniel.

I had no idea why Daniel suddenly mentioned Irma? Before I could ask him, he pushed me onto our bed and bent over me.

I knew he was upset about my divorce petition. But as soon as we kissed, everything was forgotten. I could no longer reject him. The longer I was with him, the more I wanted him. We were both totally... absorbed in each other. Still, I got a feeling something's off?

Me: You said she watched us...

Daniel: I was in my house.

Me: When?

Daniel: 2 Months ago. And..... Irma came to me, halfnaked. 🤨

Me: WHAT??😧 ... W-what did you do???

Daniel: Idk? I was... high. Someone covered all the mirrors in the house. But I was alone! So who was it? You get me?

Me: You said Irma that fucking weirdo was there. Naked!!!😖😒

Daniel: Agh, yeah. She came by, but I didn’t let her in the house! She just got me pissed off. She talked about that crazy ass-shit as usual. Her fucking premonitions.

Me: Ugh, I hate that bitch! But I'm sure it was your Mom! I remember exactly, the first time I visited you, she also covered a mirror. Maybe Irma that weirdo told her you were in the house. So she came by when you were sleeping.

Daniel: But that's not possible. When I kicked her out, I had the lock changed. Don't you remember?

Me: Shit.... You scare me, yk? Idk if I can live there?... Still D., I’m sure your crazy mother is behind it. Maybe you didn’t lock the door after all?

Me: Is that all you wanted to tell me? You still haven’t told me who that girl is, who was there yesterday.

Daniel: Forget that! That’s Alex’s business, not mine.... Yk, I still feel dead sometimes. You know what I’m talking about.

Me: Yes🙁.... I’m afraid I’m doing everything wrong again, so tell me what to do. I wanna help you get better.

Daniel: I see you’re trying. You’re pregnant and yet, you stay with me, instead of going to him.... Even if you’re not together, he wants you and his... kid. I’m kind of in your way.

Me: But I don’t wanna leave you.😞 I can't live without you. I need you and you me.

Daniel: That's not the point. Fact is, it's not my Baby! YOU’re mine and I don’t wanna let you go. But it doesn’t feel right, to chain you to me. It feels like compulsion. I don’t want to force you to do anything or make you feel like you have to stay with me.

Me: I wouldn’t mind being chained to you forever. So you never leave me again, like you did 5 months ago. 😟

Daniel: Then show me that you really want me. I need to feel & believe you wanna stay with me.

Me: I’ve only been here 2 days. I do everything you want, but I never know if I’m doing the right thing?

Daniel: You’re not supposed to do anything for me, just for yourself. You, got to want it.

I slept with him. Atm, I didn’t regret it. I loved him so much, I didn’t care that I was pregnant. I thought Daniel and I will just stay together after that night, but already the next morning, he started to behave strangely towards me. That- or actually he, got me totally down. Though I wished to stay with Daniel, I didn’t want to hurt N. And tbh, with N., I felt better, I think? It just gets more complicated and painful between Daniel and me.

Previous/Next

#ts4 #sims 4 #sims 4 story #myrlgameplay #rl story #18+ content #cw pregnancy #cw divorce

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the-bjd-community-confess · 30 days

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I want to say, I LOVE ResinS0ul, I’m a huge fan of their customer service and their sculpts, everything… HOWEVER…

Why? Why do they have to make the knots at the top of the neck SO big and awkward when the slot in the head where the S hook goes is SO narrow????? Head does not go on unless the knots can be pulled through the hole and I have on several occasions now jacked tf out of my hands trying to get the head on my dolls!!!! Hands down the worst dolls to remove and replace the heads regardless of how tightly strung the dolls are. I don’t know why they don’t recognize this issue as it’s happened with every doll I’ve bought from them and it takes like ten minutes of knot fiddling to get the head on and that doesn’t guarantee I won’t nearly break my fingers pulling the S hook up into the head!

It’s my only real gripe other than one doll I have has this weird hip locking mechanism that does nothing but make it hard for me to switch between sitting and standing.

The first RS doll I bought (my second doll ever) nearly broke my right hand because I didn’t understand what the problem was and I thought that I just wasn’t pulling hard enough. It took at least an hour to solve the problem and get the head back on. The new doll that came yesterday took considerably less time, but the channel in the head is even narrower on this doll and so I couldn’t quite get the knots in the right position on the first several tries. My fingers are now all bruised and I work with my hands so that’s fun :/

I get why the knots are the way they are, but they knot them all the same, so why wouldn’t you widen the slots/channels a little in the heads to accommodate the knots, or if they have some kind of trick to it, then share that trick with their customers. Idk it just makes me dread playing dress up and repainting and stuff with my RS dolls who are my favorite dolls in my collection.

~Anonymous

#BJD #ABJD #BJD Confessions #Community Confessions #Jointing Systems #Restringing #BJD Companies #Pos

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plantboiart · 10 days

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I am in purgatory or perhaps hell (had a 3 hour nap that I got up from around 10pm and have not been able to fall asleep and it is now 3:40am).

anyways, could u talk abt some headcanons that you've been wanting to? /nf ^-^

Oh shit sorry to hear that, can kinda relate I woke up at like 3.30 am and couldn’t fall back asleep today lol, hope you can get some rest though

Also! Absolutely!!!! Hold on entering my mind palace hhhh

Kian has NPD. I know this. In my heart. Very much like a case of “I /need/ to be better than others because if I’m not then I don’t have any worth at all”. Like he holds himself to impossibly high standards that he would never actually expect from anyone else because he’s supposed to be different

Rand also has npd. I also know this in my heart.

Got reminded of this while relistening to ep 4, when I first listened I just like. Decided to hc Rolan as transfem. And then promptly forgot and made him into a gay man instead oops

Rand was given Barc as an emotional support animal after Rachel disappeared

Kian’s parents were teens when they had him, which. Definitely played a role in why they didn’t do a great job with him. I imagine at least one of them (specifically his mom idk why) had like very strict parents who like. Disowned them when they got pregnant which is a pretty big part in why they ended up how they did

Rolan was a weird mix of super anxious and super obedient but then also extremely rebellious when they were young. Like extreme switches between being terrified of doing anything wrong and disappointing his parents and then a day later running away for a few days and getting drunk with the others because he just couldnt handle them

Stolen from @cleverpaws Rolan had like. Longish hair as a teen. Basically as long as his parents would let him have it

Kian went through like every possible hair color as a kid and preteen before settling on blonde because Identity Issues

Have. Touched on it a bit in the series but yeah Kian in my mind definitely did sex work at some point while living in Hollywood. He stopped after someone literally like nearly killed him (which i also referenced in that one oneshot! Fun times)

Becky’s band stayed together after her death/disapperance and ended up pretty popular. Like. Not a household name but they would definitely have a bit of a cult following especially within lgbtq+ circles

Rand was the tallest of the guys for so many years and he was so upset when Rolan had a sudden growth spurt and got tall

Also. Stolen from my convos with cleverpaws Kian was Rachel’s favorite babysitter because he 1. Would listen to her infodump 2. Was the only one that would agree to like. Play dressup and such with her and 3. Was actually smart enough to somewhat understand what she was talking about

I have talked about this before but. Rand. In my heart. Would not be skinny he is overweight and i need this to be more popular as a hc

Coming back from the dead healed all of kian’s wounds which unfortunately included his piercings :( he needs to get them redone oof (at least he still has his tattoos)

Speaking. Of tattoos: the guys would all get matching tattoos after everything happened

Not really a headcanon per se. But. I did realize yesterday that ive kinda accidentally started thinking of what happened between kian and becky under that tree as like. An allegory for sexual assault. Which. Yeah. Rough.

Mentioned both in the coming out oneshot and in a previous post at some point but kian has just a small box of things that mean a lot to him that he keeps hidden away and managed to keep safe even while homeless and stuff. It will definitely show up later on in the fic

Rolan has gone to a gay bar once, almost had a panic attack, and decided to never try again

No clue if i will include this in the therapy series or not. Also cant remember if ive made a post about this or not. But. Rand would start working out at some point after they all survived simply to flirt with kian better (pick him up. He just wants to be able to carry kian around)

Speaking of rand after they all survived (im not in denial shut up) he would eventually discover just a very genuine care for gardening. Like. Non weed plants. Hed grow a very nice garden in their backyard :)

Rolan has had 4 girlfriends in the past, one in high school, one in college, and then two afterwards. They all ended relatively calmly

I can absolutely give more if you want but to not make the post way too long here it is lol

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heziiiiiii · 9 months

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“The strongest”

Synopsis - uh gojo kinda weird and so is reader 😭 gojo plays with readers feelings and is a manipulator but reader like cant let him go

Warnings: toxic relationship, manipulation, gojo kinda weird like I said, not proofread, written at like 3 AM idrk let me know if anything’s missing

A/n (guys PLEASE don’t take this seriously cus I definitely didn’t 😭😭this was a random ass think I just put together this was just for my friends so we can all test our writing skills but if y’all like this (idk how 😭) I’ll fs make a part 2)

The screen of your phone flashed on as your Lock Screen illuminated your face a picture of you and Satoru. Your eyes went up to the time it was 11:03 pm. Sighing, you put your phone back on your nightstand, thinking that he’s just busy being “The Strongest“ but deep inside you, you knew that wasn’t the case at all.

You knew he was out trying his “strongest” to be away from you. You knew about the other women he out was seeing. You knew he was getting tired of you and he wasn’t that good at hiding it. When he would come home he would greet you bluntly, give you a small peck on ur cheek and leave you there to go get ready to leave again and go out god knows where. Not caring to ask about your day or even a small conversation at least. Satoru’s excuse for leaving was always just a quick “Sorry, got to go something important came up it’s “work” related.” Or “I’m just gonna go out with friends. I’ll call you when I get there. He never called you.

You weren’t stupid nor, were you born yesterday he was dressed up fancy and all, like the way he used to dress when you used to go on dates at fancy restaurants. Maybe you were stupid, stupid for being so blinded by your love for Satoru. Stupid for staying with him and believing his lies. You knew he was falling out of love with you, if he hadn’t already, but you couldn’t let him go even if you tried you held on to the memories of when he used to be so in love with you.

The times where it was just you and him and he would tell you each and every thing he loved about you. When he would tell you how beautiful your insecurities were, and would kiss each one of them. A small part of you still believed he loved you or at least wanted to. You were caught up in your thoughts you jumped when the door opened you didn’t even bother to get out of bed.

About ten minutes later Satoru satoru entered your shared room. You thought about it, you were gonna tell him about how you felt, how you didn’t feel loved anymore, how you were thinking about leaving him. “Satoru.. can we talk please?” You looked up at him with sad eyes, you got up to sit on the edge of your bed. “Hm?”

He asked nonchalantly, not even turning around to look at you as he looked in the mirror. “I don’t feel like you love me anymore. I know you have been cheating on me. I know you have been lying about where you have been going. Why Satoru!? I have done nothing but loved you, is it something that I did? Is it something you don’t like about me..?”

His turned around his eyes were wide “[name]….. what..? What are you even talking about? I-I do love you? I promise baby, I promise I haven’t been cheating on you” this was the first time in a while he told you he loved you. You cursed yourself for folding, for giving in to him. “R-really do you..? Then explain everything, explain the women that you talk to on the phone when I’m sleeping. Explain the not spending any time with me anymore. Explain everything!”

You asked for answers, pleading for them. “What are you even talking about! Do you know how hard being “The strongest” is? The whole world relies on me to save it! I have a duty to do things that regular people like you dont- never will understand. Don’t question or worry about anything I do, kay?” You sat in silence looking down at your floor like a kid who just got lectured by their parents for behaving real bad.

“Being “the strongest” has a lot of responsibilities to it. Maybe there are things that he has to do that I don’t understand. What if im being selfish and only thinking about myself and not thinking from his perspective..”You thought to yourself, hundreds of questions raced through your head. It sure was funny how he was able to manipulate the whole situation and change your way of thinking with only a few sentences.

You sighed “im sorry. I should of just minded my business.. I was close-minded and didn’t even consider what you go through to protect me- protect the world please forgive me..”

He looked at you with a blank stare “Sorry I don’t want to deal with this right now I’m going to go on a walk” he changed his clothes quickly, packed some stuff, and left. He probably made a quick call to some mistress to spend the night there. You were tired, your head was pounding, confused.

Hundreds of thoughts ran through your head as you fell asleep. You swore to yourself by time he would be home, you would leave the house, leave this relationship, leave everything.

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courtneygacha · 7 months

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Careless pt.2

Part 1, Part 3

Tw: Broken bones, hurt/aftermath, kidnapped, hostage photos, bruises

Caretaker woke up a few days later with a blue cast around their wrist. It was a dull pain that they were gonna have to get used to for the next few weeks.

They had been trying to teach themselves how to maneuver around and do things when one wrist is injured, but so far it wasn’t doing too well. Yesterday they spilt milk all over the counter trying to pour it into their cereal. They hadn’t thought about how their arm was broken for a moment, they just kind of accepted it.

Until Friend texted them that morning.

Caretaker checked their phone and struggled to reply back.

Friend: “Hey Caretaker, I heard about what happened and this is probably a bad time, but can you get ahold of Whumpee for me?”

Caretaker: “Whumpee’s the reason I broke my wrist, I’m not speaking to them right now.”

Friend: “That wasn’t my question. Can you help me find them? It’s worrying me that I can’t talk to them. Like, at all.”

Caretaker: “???”

Friend: “They won’t answer my messages, they won’t call me back, I even tried going to their house and they weren’t there.”

Friend: “Maybe I’m asking things at the wrong time… idk. But I was thinking that maybe they’ll answer you. Can you try to call them?”

Caretaker sighed. Their stupid ass probably fell and broke their neck and no one was there to help them… They wanted to say, but instead told Friend, “It’s not my problem, I’m not worried about them anymore. Go find someone else to help look for them.”

Friend didn’t reply and Caretaker left it at that.

Or they wish they could’ve. But ever since getting that message Caretaker had a weird feeling that something was wrong. They tried telling themselves over and over again that Whumpee wasn’t their problem, and they had a broken wrist to deal with. But they couldn’t shake the feeling something might’ve actually happened.

They received the text that morning and around 4:00 pm, they gave in to their gut and texted Whumpee.

By 5:00, Whumpee had missed 65 messages and 9 calls.

“What in the world…” Caretaker muttered. This was weird. Really weird. Sure, Whumpee might’ve been upset at Caretaker for what they said, they would’ve answered after the 3rd call, right?

So something was definitely wrong.

Caretaker hated that feeling. The feeling they got when they knew Whumpee was in danger and they didn’t know why. They hated it a lot more this time because they weren’t supposed to be caring about them… but no matter how much they denied it, Caretaker was still worried for Whumpee regardless.

Stupid… this is stupid… They said as they stood at the door of Whumpee’s place, waiting for a response. For Whumpee to open the door, completely fine and make Caretaker sigh and waste their time.

But no answer came.

Caretaker knocked several more times and waited, but every time they were met with a vacant door. They were kind of fed up at this point.

“Whumpee, open the door. It’s Caretaker.” They said, leaning against the doorframe. Still nothing. Their thoughts became more anxious as time passed, which made them annoyed with themselves for caring. But again, they were still worried for Whumpee.

Okay fine… I’ll do this then… Caretaker said, taking a Swiss Army Blade from their pocket and using it — or trying to — to lock-pick the door. After some fiddling, the doorknob clicked and Caretaker was allowed access.

Access to an empty home, that was. Just like Friend said, Whumpee was not home.

Caretaker looked around the house, their nervousness growing. What were they searching for? A note? A clue? A mark or something? Their stomach was uneasy and their thoughts were getting a little out of hand, the one trying to dominate them all was: What if something happened because of you?

Caretaker shook their head when they thought this. They didn’t do anything wrong… right? They were standing up for themselves. They had enough of being at Whumpee’s beck and call. They couldn’t have done something…

Their phone buzzed and they looked at it. It was from Whumpee. Caretaker was slightly relieved.

Finally, let’s get this over with…

But their anxiety grew along with their horror upon receiving the pictures of Whumpee laying on the ground, with bruises on their arms and legs and face. They weren’t chained to anything yet, but that was probably going to change soon.

As Caretaker was looking through the photos, their mouth becoming dry, a text came through that wasn’t from Whumpee. Someone else was typing.

“They’ve been crying for you for the past few days I’ve had them. It’s annoying. I see why you hate them. You can come get them and deal with them, or leave it up to me. I don’t care. In the meantime, I’ll try to quiet them for you.”

Caretaker had never felt worse. Their broken wrist was nothing to them now. Their gut was right, Whumpee was in danger.

And this time, it was Caretaker’s fault.

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The fact that Sirius would use his animagus form in Azkaban is slightly hilarious to me, because like, did any of the other prisoners notice that there was occasionally a dog in his cell? I have no idea what the layout is or if the prisoners ever see each other (side-note, how are they fed? Do Dementors deliver meals? Do human guards come up for a bit with a Patronus to give them food? Is there a cafeteria where Sirius has to decide if he’ll sit with people he spent a war fighting against or does he sit alone because all non-Death Eaters think he’s guilty? Dying to know if Sirius and the Death Eaters would have to spend about an hour every day pretending they’re all civil with each other even though everyone clearly remembers Sirius nearly killing half of them because they have no other options really), but I always pictured Azkaban with cells that are in close proximity to each other, if only because it feels like the Ministry would make the prisoners watch each other be driven insane by the Dementors, further decaying the others’ minds, so like, surely someone saw the dog. If so, it leads to the interaction of “Black, you’re an animagus?! When? You’re barely in your twenties and there was a war, when did you have the time? Also, you’re not on the registry, that’s definitely illegal.” “What are they gonna do, throw me in Azkaban? I’m already here. Also, maybe you all couldn’t become an animagus in your teens, but I could.”

dude sirius in azkaban is such a huge Problem for me because we have absolutely no information about it other than it makes u lose ur whole mind and ok, on one hand i get why that is (to create such a fantastical, over the top image of this horrible, terrible place without going into mind details) but also. also!!! i just want all the mundane details ykno? everything you mentioned, i wanna know. it’s annoying.

i do think, perhaps bc of the movies, that maybe all the cells are just beside each other? like azkaban is a cliff, yeah? so the cells form a circle, all facing outward? in that case, they probably would’ve never seen sirius, esp if the place was all dark and shadow-y and stuff. and i can’t imagine someone finding out and not doing something about it? like idk what they *can* do but,,,just letting it be seems…weird. of course, it’s also entirely possible that most people inside *have* gone insane so it doesn’t even matter that they’re seeing a dog where there should be a person.

all of that aside, however, it is downright hilarious assuming all the occupants of azkaban having to socialise together for an hour when they get their designated ‘sun time’ in a day. they *have* to play nice, or else. and it’s even funnier when u picture the post-first war pureblood crowd in close proximity with all the criminals. low-key imagining bella, the lestranges, sirius, and everyone else sitting in a circle, drinking tea with their pinkies up and bodies stiffly held and barely concealed sneer on their face. ‘nice weather we’re having today, yes?’ ‘exceptional, exceptional’

and them finding out sirius is an animagus!!! it has so much potential for hilarity.

‘black, there was a dog in your cell yesterday.’

‘no, there wasn’t.’

‘i literally saw—‘ ‘—no you didn’t’

‘black, i know sanity’s the first to go in azkaban and eyesight the second, but i know for a fact i saw you turning into a huge fuckoff dog yesterday so. spill. what was that about?’

‘oh nothing, just you know, i’m an animagus.’

‘you’re a WHAT???’

‘when did you get the time?’

‘just because you’re an incompetent troll, rudy, doesn’t mean we all are.’

‘no, seriously, you’re like. a child. you’ve been in azkaban for years. how—when—‘

‘i’m just that good.’

#sirius black #azkaban #ok this is very random but i just. imagined rabastan as a middle aged dad? for some reason?#he’s the one saying exceptional exceptional #don’t ask me to elaborate on this i will not be able to #lowkey wanna do a series of ficlets on this now ngl #where it’s just all the inmates of azkaban having to interact with each other #like. reality tv style #dude it’ll be so hilarious can u even imagine?#pen’s notes #pen’s asks

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