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dreamescapeswriting · 2 months

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Stray Kids Reaction || You're Being Bullied

PAIRING: Skz X GN!Reader (Use of Mx in Jisung’s piece: Mx is an English-language neologistic honorific that does not indicate gender)

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - March 2024

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CHAN:

It had been happening for a few weeks now, whenever you were in the gardens of your University a group of four guys would regularly mock you and it was something that was ruining your love for painting.

"I was thinking I could bring you some lunch today, I can't stand the thought of you spending all your lunch hour painting in the gardens," Chan mentioned as he walked with you, his hand laced with yours but your heart began to thump with anxiety. You hadn't told him about the bullying yet, you didn't want it to seem as though it was bothering you even if it was.

"What's wrong?" He questioned, already being able to read you like a book. But your eyes were distant and your smile was strained at best and he knew something was bothering you.

"Channie," You breathed out, tears shimmering in your eyes as you finally revealed the torment you faced nearly every single day by the same group of people. Chan's heart shattered into a thousand pieces as he listened to you and he was going to kill anyone that had upset you.

"Who is it?"

"It's not a big deal, I-I'll just go back to painting from the window." You pleaded with him, not wanting to confront anyone about what they had been saying about you but Chan wasn't going to just let it go.

"It is a big deal," He breathed out, about to continue what he was saying when he heard laughter sounding from behind the two of you.

"I bet they think they'll be the next Vincent Van Gogh." The voice was nailed on a chalkboard for you and your whole body tensed up giving Chan all the confirmation he needed to know it was that group that was always starting on you.

Within seconds he was turning around to face them, his face red with anger, his eyes blazing as he stared at them,

"You have no right to mock their passion, to belittle their dreams! They are more courageous and talented than any of you could ever hope to be!" Your hands clutched onto Chan's arm, your heart thumping heavily.

Chan continued to yell at them and you stared up at him, each of his words filling you with more confidence than ever as you whimpered a little, he was like your knight in shining armour.

"Go, paint baby, I'm not done yet." Chan pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and you walked away, going to sit in the gardens and do some painting. From that day on, Chan was by your side every lunch you went down to the gardens just in case someone else had something to say.

MINHO:

Minho had decided that he was going to surprise you today with a small bouquet of all your favourite flowers, all morning long he had envisioned the look of surprise and joy on your face when he would see you. He'd finished up work earlier than he expected and wanted to surprise you as you came out of uni and he was heading to the spot he usually met you.

But his steps slowed down, his heart sinking as he heard harsh voices echoing around you as you stood there accepting their words. Fury built up inside of him the more he heard them speaking so badly about you.

"HEY! Enough!" He boomed as he walked toward you, the three men who had been surrounding you all paled at the sight of Minho as he wrapped his arm around you.

"Minho? They're with you?"

"Yeah, they're with me. What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He yelled at them, his tone firm and unwavering as they began to stutter and stumble over their words. Minho turned to look down at you, his gaze softening,

"Hey, sweetheart." He said gently, reaching out and kissing the top of your head.

"Have they been bothering you for a while?" You stared at him before looking at the three men who had been tormenting you for weeks on end and you nodded and by now they looked terrified.

"We didn't know they were with you!" One of them quivered as he stared at you, pleading with you to say something but you stared at Minho. He was the "it" boy in college, the one everybody loved and looked up to and no one messed with him.

"And that gives you an excuse to belittle someone? To make them feel smaller than you? Why? Because you have nothing else in that pea-sized brain of yours?!" By now Minho was beyond angry but you squeezed his hand a little, you were grateful for what he was doing but all you wanted was to go back home with him.

"You're lucky they're here," Minho hisses before wrapping his arm around you and taking you toward his car,

"Thank you," You whispered, your voice barely above a murmur. Minho smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek.

"Always," He smiled warmly, kissing you softly this time.

CHANGBIN:

Changbin had his arms wrapped around you as you sat together on a bench in the University's garden, sharing a tender moment together for the first time in what felt like forever. You'd barely had enough time to breathe during your finals but now the two of you had time for another.

"I love spending time with you, everything feels perfect when we're together," You beamed up at him as he held your hands.

"Me too, Yn. You make everything brighter," He admits, your smile growing wider as you stared up at him, getting completely lost in his eyes when there were suddenly harsh whispers and mocking laughter surrounding you. Your smile faded,

"Look at her, they think they're so pretty." Someone mocked, making your heart drop, you already knew who they were but you'd hoped that they'd leave you alone if they saw you with Changbin.

"Yeah, like anyone would ever look at them twice." The second man cackled as if it was the funniest thing in the world for them. Changbin's eyes darken, his fists clenching as he listened to the cruel words directed at you.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" He yelled, his voice trembling with anger but you shook your head, trying to hide your hurt.

"It's okay. Let's just go," You whispered, you didn't want to cause more drama, you just wanted to enjoy your time with Changbin.

"No, it's not okay. They have no right to talk to you like that!" He was angry with them for talking to you that way and even more pissed off that they had bullied you into believing it was okay. There was no way he was going to let this slide.

"Oh, look who's standing up for his partner. How cute." One of them mocked, your stomach twisting as Changbin turned around to stare at them, quickly rising from where he had been sitting and walking in their direction.

"They're not just my partner. They're an amazing person and you have no right to tear them down." The two men seemed to realise they fucked up as they stared at him, your hands clutched onto Changbin's arm trying to get him to leave.

"We were just joking, man, can't they take a joke?" The first one grumbled at him but Changbin blinked at him,

"Jokes are supposed to be funny, do we look like we're laughing to you?" He waited for them to say something but you pulled at his arm,

"Binnie, let's just go...please."

"No, we're not leaving until they apologise." He folded his arms across his chest, the two men scoffed at you both and rolled their eyes.

"Fine. Whatever. We'll leave them alone." One of them grumbled, about to walk away but Changbin grabbed him by the hood of his jacket.

"Apologise." He growled out, and the man's voice trembled as he turned to face you, both of them apologising instantly and scampering off.

"Are you okay?" Changbin asked, his voice turning gentle as he checked on you.

"I will be, thank you for standing up for me." You sniffled a little and he wraps his arms around you. holding you close to him.

HYUNJIN:

"I bought snacks for our movie night, I also made sure to stock up on your favourite hot drink," You told Hyunjin excitedly as you practically bounced up and down in the hallway. The two of you were going to spend all weekend curled up in bed watching movies, finals were over and it was time to relax.

"Of course, they got the snacks, I bet they're mostly all for them," Someone snickered from behind you, catching the attention of Hyunjin who frowned a little. You beamed at him, trying to get him to ignore the two girls who had been starting on you all week long, you had no idea who they were but they'd decided you were a problem for them.

"It's going to be amazing," You told him as you took his arm in yours, about to pull him away when you heard giggling.

"They think they're all that," One of the girls mocked, snickering at the other girl who was staring at you both.

"Why would he want to be with someone like that anyway? He could have whoever he wanted and he's chosen the trash," Hyunjin's eyes narrowed as he stared at the two girls.

"Is there a problem, ladies?" He arched his brow at you and you took your head, trying to brush this off.

"It's nothing, just ignore them. It's not worth it."

"No, I won't let them talk about you like that." He grumbled,

"Prince Charming to the rescue," A boy stated as he wrapped his arm around the first girl, your stomach knotting as you stared at the three people who had made your life hell all week.

"We're just stating the obvious, you could have anyone and you're with that thing?" The words were like knives to your chest and you shuddered, looking down at the floor. As soon as Hyunjin saw your head down he lost his cool/

"Yn is an incredible person and deserves to be treated with respect! How would you like it, if someone picked apart your relationship?!" His voice was loud, gaining the attention of other people in the hall.

"We're just messing around, dude. Can't they take a joke?" The guy mumbled defensively,

"Hyunjin. Let's go." You whispered to him but he didn't move, he just stared at them.

"I love Yn, and anything you have to say to them can be said to me." The two girls stared at you, biting their lips as they looked sheepishly.

"We're sorry." They mumbled, you knew they didn't mean it but right now all you wanted to do was go home.

"Okay." You mumbled grabbing Hyunjin's hand and walking away from it all.

"I have two weeks left, I could have just ignored them forever."

"I don't care, you don't deserve to be treated that way," Hyunjin whispered as he wrapped his arms around you and brought you crashing into his chest.

"You never have to face anything alone." He promised you.

JISUNG:

Jisung walked through the corridors trying to make his way to the courtyard to find you, he'd just picked you both up some lunch and was ready for a long break filled with nothing but food and cuddles with you but when he walked closer he froze in place.

"Look who it is, Little Mx perfect." Someone sneered, his eyes narrowed as he saw Tessa and Lucy - two girls he had once considered friends mocking you.

"Yeah, always with their nose in a book, like they're better than everyone else." Jisung's hands tightened on the food containers as he saw the distressed look on your face.

"What's going on?" Jisung asked, his voice filled with anger as he stared at you, he could already see how relieved you were to see him.

"Jisung, I.." You were trying to come up with an excuse, something you could say that wouldn't make him hate them since they were his friends.

"We were practising lines for a play," Tessa told him with a sweet smile, her body swaying from side to side to appear more innocent.

"Funny. I thought I heard you mocking Yn for reading their book," He placed the food containers down beside you and kissed the top of your head.

"No-"

"Is it because the two of you can barely read above a 5th-grade level between you that bothers you? Or that Yn is my partner?" He folded his arms across his chest and your mouth fell open hearing them talk to them the way that they had with you.

"Jisung!" Tessa squealed but he shook his head at them, he wasn't going to let this go on.

"How long has this been going on?" Jisung directed his question at you and you bit your lip.

"Since we got together," You admitted shyly and he hummed,

"If you can't treat my partner with respect I don't see why I should offer you respect back."

"You've known us longer!" Lucy screamed but Jisung shrugged his shoulders.

"Treat people the way you wish to be treated," He mumbled, taking your hand in his and picking up the food with the other before walking away. Checking on you as you both went to find another spot to sit in.

FELIX:

As soon as Felix had gotten the but dial from your phone he was working his way to you, his anger bubbling up more and more as he thought back to what he'd overheard. Two girls were confronting you about something, their voices dripping with malice.

"I think you should pour your drink on them, anything would be an improvement from that outfit." One of them giggled, Felix knew them as Bailey and Chloe, the university's "mean girls" because apparently it didn't end after high school.

"I'm sorry, okay? I didn't know you guys sat here." Your voice shook as you gathered up all your books, trying to move past them but Chloe pushed you back onto the seat.

"Are they addressing us?" She asked snarkily to Bailey who was giggling and undoing the lid to her coffee.

"Ew. Why do you think you could even speak to us?" Bailey asked, your head shaking as you tried to think of something to say.

"What's going on?" Felix asked as he jogged up to all three of you, your body relaxed as soon as you saw him.

"Why don't you go and mind your own business? This doesn't concern you." Bailey hissed at him, Felix ignored them as he pushed past them and checked on you.

"It does when you're harassing my partner." He grumbled at them,

"You're together?" Bailey's voice shook his time as she and Chloe stared at each other in complete shock.

"Did they hurt you?" Felix asked, ignoring them as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

"We didn't know they were with you." Chloe defended but Felix scoffed at them.

"It shouldn't matter if they were or not! You should treat everyone with some fucking respect!" He grumbled at them, a tense silence washed over everyone as he stared at them, waiting for them to apologise to you but they just blinked at you both.

"Are you going to say sorry or not?" He bit out before they both stared at you,

"We're sorry, Yn. Truly. We didn't know." Bailey stuttered but you bit down on your tongue, Felix was right it shouldn't matter if you were a couple or not for them to start on you.

"Go." He mumbled to them before turning his full attention to you, checking on you as tears ran down your cheeks.

"Thanks for standing up for me, Lix." You breathed out before he pulled you into a comforting embrace.

SEUNGMIN:

Seungmin lingered outside of your last class of the day, the two of you had plans to study after your classes had finished before going to dinner in the night.

"Did you see what Yn was wearing today? They look like they've raided a thrift store." Someone snickered as they left the class,

"Yeah, did you see the state of the shoes too? They're a complete disaster," The two men were so lost in their own conversation that they didn't notice Seungmin grabbing them both by their hoods.

"What did you say?"

"Seungmin! Don't!" You pleaded with him, this was going to be more hassle than it was worth. The two boneheads he was confronting didn't care who you were or who Seungmin was and they would go back to bullying you tomorrow.

"They do this a lot?" Seungmin arched his brow at you and you nodded shyly,

"So knucklehead one and two, want to tell me what about my partner is so funny to bully?" He slammed them against a wall, both of them groaning as they rubbed their shoulders from the impact.

"Relax man, we're just kidding around, right Yn?" They stared at you, both of them glaring as they tried to scare you into submission,

"R-Right-"

"Bullshit, I've seen the way they come out of the classes they share with you," Seungmin was beyond angry at this point, he knew something had been bothering you but he'd never been able to pinpoint it until now.

"I want you to apologise."

"Sorry." They both mumbled, completely unapologetic as you stared at them,

"Fucking mean it, you waste of space!" Seungmin mumbled to them, both of them stuttering as they began to apologise.

"I find out either of you have been talking about them again I'll rip your tongues out," Seungmin whispered in the sweetest voice he could manage before taking your arm around his and walking with you.

"Screw studying let's grab food and go to mine." He told you as you giggled, kissing his cheek softly.

"My knight in shining armour." You whispered.

JEONGIN:

Jeongin made his way back to the library with two hot drinks for you both, he'd decided it was time for a short break and a reward for studying together so hard but when he came back he froze in place.

"Who would even want to hang out with them? Such a nerd." Someone laughed from the table directly in front of yours, he knew the men as Levi and Christian and he instantly wanted to pour the drinks he was holding onto them. They got into the University because they were good and sports and not much else, never studied a day in their lives either.

"Nose buried in their books, they think they're better than everyone else around them," Levi hissed out, Jeongin's heart pounding with fury as he made his way over to stand behind the two losers talking badly about you. But the worst part was that you weren't looking up, as if you were used to the torment they were dishing out.

"They're too chicken to say anything too," Christian laughed, balling up some paper and throwing it at your head. You glanced up, your eyes widening as you saw your boyfriend standing behind them.

"Awh, is the little baby going to go cry to their boyfriend?" Levi asked before Jeongin placed his hands on both their shoulders, the drink resting on a shelf nearby.

"J-Jeongin?" Levi sputtered out, staring up at him as Jeongin stared down at him.

"Something to say, Levi?" He waited for them to repeat what they had been saying but they shook their heads violently.

"Stange, I could have sworn you were belittling my partner because they have brains." By now the two men were terrified and shaking their heads more, turning to look at you for help but you were laughing into your hands.

"N-No, we were just kidding around, having some fun," Christian mumbled but Jeongin hummed,

"Making fun of someone isn't fun, besides. I'm surprised you two have the intelligence to bully someone, let alone know where the library is." He picked up his drinks again and the two men began apologising profusely in your direction.

"Something funny?" Jeongin chuckled as he sat down beside you, your lips finding his as you kissed him deeply.

"Just how scared they are of you." You smirked, kissing him softly once again.

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hyperactively-me · 7 months

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What about her being jealous? There's a new servant who clearly has a crush on the king, and he's flattered that she’s jealous. He doesn't even hide his smirk and teases her

king!ghost x princess!reader au

hell yea bestie

Oh. my. God. That grating, high-pitched voice. You couldn’t take it anymore.

Any time you had been seen with Simon, the new servant in the castle would always approach you two and very clearly flirt with Simon. It was becoming extremely irritating, having them constantly peering over your shoulder. At first, you had thought they were like any other new servant: in awe of the castle, excited, and just all-around curious. Now, a week and a half has passed, and around that time is when servants usually grow accustomed to their life in the castle. Although, this was not the case for this one particular servant.

The next few days felt like an unrelenting stream of irritation. The persistent servant seemed to have mastered the art of impeccable timing. Every encounter with Simon was marred by their unwelcome presence, and their high-pitched voice became a constant reminder of your growing frustration.

One afternoon, as you and Simon pored over documents, the servant appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Their overly enthusiastic greeting grated on your nerves like nails on a chalkboard.

You try your best to not cringe at the voice, shaking your head slightly to focus on your papers.

“One could get lost in all these papers, your majesty!” they exclaimed, their eyes fixed on Simon as they clasped their hands in front of them.

They turn to you. “Isn't it fortunate to have such a handsome king to make sense of it all?”

That comment makes you snap up from your papers.

You clenched your jaw, struggling to maintain your composure. Simon, seemingly engrossed in the documents, responded with a curt nod. “Indeed. We are quite busy at the moment. Is there anything the matter?” he questions, patience already wearing thin.

They ignore the hint and take a step closer to Simon, their voice dripping with faux innocence. “Oh, but your majesty, I was thinking perhaps I could assist in any way. Maybe a…fresh perspective would help to clear your head?”

The nerve of this person to insinuate such things right in front of you. Your patience wore thin, and you interjected, “There is no need for your help. We are perfectly capable of managing our affairs,” you say, your tone polite but laced with a subtle warning. You shoot a pointed look at the intruding servant, hoping they would catch on.

Undeterred, they flash a flirtatious smile at Simon. “Of course, your majesty. But you know, two heads are better than one. And with such a charming head, who could resist?” They winked, a gesture that nearly makes you roll your eyes.

Before Simon can say anything, you stand up abruptly, knocking your pen off the table.

“I command you to leave us,” you say as calmly as you can, your voice dangerously low.

The servant's smile falters for a moment, but they quickly recover. “Of course, your majesty. If there's anything you need, don't hesitate to call for me,” they say with a lingering gaze at Simon before finally leaving the room.

The door closes, and you let out a frustrated sigh, shooting an exasperated look at Simon.

“You’re jealous.”

“Huh?”

“You’re jealous,” Simon states plainly.

Your eyes widen at Simon's assertion, a mixture of surprise and irritation flashing across your face. “I am not jealous,” you retort, crossing your arms defensively.

Simon grins, finding amusement in the situation. “Oh, come on now, darlin’. It's rather cute.”

You scowl at him, the frustration of the situation now directed at your husband. "This is not a laughing matter, Simon."

Simon leans back in his chair, still wearing that teasing grin of his. “Well, maybe it's not funny to you, but I can't help but find it a bit... endearing," Simon says, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“And y’know, you’re rather attractive when you’re jealous,” he lowers his voice, smirking at you. He clasps his hands behind his head to stare at you unabashedly.

Your mouth flounders for a moment, caught off guard by Simon's unexpected compliment. Despite your annoyance, a faint warmth creeps onto your cheeks.

“Okay, fine, maybe I’m a tiny bit jealous,” you reply, trying to maintain a stern expression.

Simon chuckles, seemingly enjoying the effect his words had on you. “Alright, alright, no more teasing. I'll have someone talk to them and make sure this gets sorted out.”

You nod, appreciating his assurance. “Thank you, Si.”

As you both resume your work, a comfortable silence settles between you. He hooks his foot under your chair and pulls you closer next to him, eliciting a small squeak from you as you’re dragged across the floor.

You press your shoulder against his arm, humming at the proximity.

Simon, still grinning, steals glances at you from behind his papers.

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mossy-opal · 7 months

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Must Be Doin' Somethin' Right

Kai Chisaki x Reader

Content Warnings: Depressive Thoughts, Murder Mentions, Child Abuse Mentions, SMUT, Dominant Reader, Edging, Guided Masturbation, I think that's it, it I missed something tell me

The legal system was no help after his release, even if he was deemed "harmless". Despite knowing full well what he was capable of, they still put him back out on the streets, on probation of course. They kept him under lock and key for the most part, if he went anywhere or did anything, someone would know about it. He had to report to his probation officer once a week, and every visit was as uneventful as the last.

After all, what could a man with no arms manage to accomplish? It was pathetic, how far he'd fallen from grace.

He needed help, more help than anyone was willing to give. In order to get help, legally at least, he needed to sign certain forms. That would work, if he had arms.

Kai Chisaki, once a man whom many feared to cross, now lay in his dingy, disgusting apartment, in dirty clothes, with stubble on his face, just a moment away from putting himself out of his own misery.

Hearing a knock on his door, he didn't even get up, if it was his probation officer they'd let themselves in regardless. When a new person walked in with a smug look on their face, that got his attention. He sat up, looking up at the individual with a glare.

"Who are you and what do you want?"

They laughed, leaning against the wall, "From you? Nothing. I'm actually here to offer you a deal, Overhaul."

Hearing his old villain name got his attention, his eyes widening.

"You'd better be careful with that name, who knows who could be listening…" He warned.

The stranger shook their head, "Not to worry, I'm actually a family friend of your probation officer, that's why and how I know where you live! Now, do you wanna know why I'm here, Chisaki?"

He didn't answer, only glaring.

"Well, I'm here to offer a deal, like I said. Favours for favours, if you catch my drift…"

Kai thought about it for a moment, then shook his head, "I have nothing for you here, you can see yourself out-"

"Oh but you do! Y'see, I find myself in a bit of a pickle," They started walking towards his bed, squatting down to his level. "I'm not exactly the strongest person in the world y'see, and you, well you have seen better days- But I can help you if you can help me! I need a handyman, a workin' man, if you wanna call it that- You can be my man!"

Kai blinked, ".... Uh huh… Well, as I said, I'm not exactly in the position to be, as you so eloquently put it, a working man."

As he said that, he lifted what's left of his arms, before glaring at the stranger again.

"Now, get the fuck out."

The person stood up, stretching, "Alright, alright, I'll leave you to wallow in self pity- Didn't even give me a chance to state my half of the bargain…"

Kai grunted, not interested in whatever this person was selling- "Would be a real shame though, I could get you some amazing prosthetics. I know a guy."

They shrugged, turning on their heel. "But, you said no, so-"

"Wait."

They stopped, a grin on their face before turning back to Kai, who was now standing.

"Yes…?"

He hesitated, which from what the stranger had heard, was very unlike him.

"I'll help you with whatever you need me to help you with, so long as I get those prosthetics first."

"Oh absolutely! I'm not a monster, I wouldn't make you do shit you can't do, just for my own amusement! When you get your nice new prosthetics, then we can shake on it- Deal~?"

He glared once more with a sneer, before he nodded.

"Deal."

That was how he met you.

From then on he was, unfortunately, indebted to you. You had him moved from his crummy apartment and into your own house, on a farm. It was no wonder you wanted help, there was a lot of work to be done. Despite him insisting he didn't need to know anything about you, you went ahead and told him nearly everything about you and your life. It was like nails on a chalkboard, being in your presence, even if you helped him. To make matters worse, many of your ideals aligned with his own, just to a far less extreme.

You didn't have a quirk, your family never had quirks, and you believed the stereotypes of quirks and the society built around them was flawed. Even in passing, you had mentioned how much better things would've been had quirks never appeared.

However, despite the similarities between the two of you, Kai was certain that he hated you.

You were loud, obnoxiously so. You were far too lax for your own good. Eventually, acting the way you did would either get you hurt or killed- He couldn't wait for the day. You weren't messy, which was a good thing, but still, you were simply gross. Being in your presence alone would've given him hives, had he not been in poor living conditions prior.

He told himself that often, almost as if he was reminding himself you were gross. His mantra was said even more often while you were helping him around the farm. You took your shirt off far too often, each time you did so made him nearly vomit. That habit being a part of that relaxed personality that he despised.

Even if you helped him, he was as cold and cruel as you'd heard. It posed a challenge to you, but eventually, you got bored. He wouldn't let you in, which was fine, he didn't have to- But having him around was to help with that loneliness you felt. Your parents were long dead, and with no other real family, you were bored. You were lonely. Even with Kai around, he was only there to fulfil his debt to you, he made that abundantly clear.

Oh, well there's an idea.

If he didn't want to get to know you or share with you, that was fine, but he owed you. Why not cash in? Maybe indulge a little? With your intentions known, Kai… Didn't know what to do. You started asking him to do many other chores around the house, practically kicking back while he took over cooking and cleaning. It disgusted him, how much of a "house-husband" he had become. Despite that, you were still rough with him, a vast difference from anyone else he'd ever known. The people he surrounded himself with were always useful, obedient to him, never looking him in the eyes.

You, on the other hand, practically looked down your nose at him. He didn't know how to handle your demands, he wanted to bite back, more than anything, but… But he didn't. He never bit back with more than a snide comment or a grumbling insult, but he never raised his voice or his hand against you, and it left him baffled.

It wasn't because he respected you, it wasn't because he felt so indebted to you that he didn't fight back. It wasn't because he wanted your praise, he never-

"Such a good boy~"

You had said it in passing, more like a joke than anything, but it still struck something in him. A chord that's never been strung, a new song they played in the back of his mind. He'd been praised before, but never like that.

It was disgusting, how he had a physical reaction such as that, he was ashamed of himself, how violated he felt.

That was when he bit back with more force.

"Don't you dare speak to me like I'm a fucking dog!"

"Oooh, careful pup, might have'ta muzzle ya because of that bite- Haha!"

Your nonchalant response proved it was, in fact, supposed to be a joke. But the visceral reaction he had was very much serious. He's never felt such a jolt before, not even when he had his first successful test of the quirk removing bullet. It felt similar to his first intimate interaction with a woman, but he hated how that felt. So in turn, he hated how he felt now.

How dare you.

All because you seemed to enjoy torturing him, you had the audacity to start teasing him more often, which he was not happy about in the slightest. It made him feel sick, it made everything feel too hot, it made him feel clammy, it made him grind his teeth, and he despised it, but not as much as he despised you, because you kept doing it.

So why didn't he just leave?

You had given him prosthetics, let him freely roam your farm land, given him more than enough payment for his work so he could survive on his own- But there was one problem.

He was still on probation, and he would be for the foreseeable future.

Who's to say you wouldn't take him to court for not paying you back for the prosthetics you so graciously provided him? If you did that, and you would, he would be put right back into Tartarus to pay for his crimes. Then he would really be a shame to the Shie Hassaikai, more than he is now. No, he had to see this through to the eventual end. It would take a long time, but if there was one thing he was confident in, it was his patience.

Although, that in it of itself was a tall task. You pressed him, you pushed him, and he couldn't do a damn thing about it. The only thing he could do was whatever you asked him to do. Help you with the farming and yard work, help you move lumber and firewood, help you keep your chickens in place, clean up… Whatever you needed, he would begrudgingly do for you.

Unfortunately, it all came to a head one day, while his probation officer was in for a visit. You usually stepped out for them, but decided to stick around today, for whatever reason.

Now, truth be told, he wasn't very fond of his probation officer. They were far more rude to him than you were, making snide comments while asking questions, brazing remarks when he didn't answer fast enough. Well, their behaviour didn't change, even with you in the room. If anything, it was more harsh than usual. You were oddly quiet for the most part.

"Well, good to know you're finally on a leash-"

"Can you stop?"

When you spoke up, Kai looked over at you, as did his probation officer, who scoffed.

"What? It's not like you treat him any differently. He's a murderer-"

"Yeah well he's still human, and I'd appreciate it if you spoke to him in a better tone. You are in my house after all."

"Pfft- Better tone? As if! He doesn't deserve a better tone, and who the hell are you to tell me how to speak to him? You do the exact same thing!"

"I really fuckin' don't, you can believe that! He may have done some horrible shit, but so far he's come a long way, no thanks t' you! It was only after I stepped in he actually started making the changes your court system says he has to make!"

"He is a child abuser and a murderer, not some project for you to work on!"

"Oh as if you give a shit about children! How many murderers are running that stupid fuckin' government funded 'hero agency' you fuckin' worship!? Get outta my house, the next time you come here, you better behave yourself, or I'm reporting you for misconduct!"

"Get bent, you stupid bitch!"

Practically shoving his probation officer out of your house, Kai watched the entire thing with wide eyes and confusion clearly on his face. Of all people, he wouldn't expect you to stand up for him. You never once excused what he did, you reminded him more than he reminded himself, he was a bad person. Yet, you defended him from mistreatment.

"Why did you do that?" He asked.

"Do what?"

Kai rolled his eyes, "Don't act like an idiot. Why did you defend me?"

You shrugged, "Good question- I dunno, suppose I just don't care for unnecessary bullying."

Kai shook his head, "You bully me all the time-"

"Well yeah, but like I told them, it's different."

"How is it different?"

"I don't mean for it to actually hurt you, just t' sorta… Remind you of where you stand~"

That answered no questions for him, and as he watched you walk away, he didn't expect to have any of his questions answered.

However, it didn't matter much as time went on. The two of you worked in somewhat synchronicity with one another, your teasing being met with his own, eventually. His probationary visits had also been lowered, from once a week, to once a month, due to his good behaviour. That only aided his high spirits, taking him one step closer to being a truly free man once again. Time moved on, day by day, the two of you only being visited quarterly after some massive improvements on Chisaki's attitude. As well as a change in his probation officer. That rude individual had been replaced with a kind little old woman. He didn't want to question why or how that happened without his knowing, he knew you wouldn't answer.

You were odd to him. Your bullying was far less harsh now, if you could even call it bullying. Kai wouldn't call it bullying, because it really wasn't at this point. If anything, it was an odd way of flirting. The most troubling new development, was his inability to descern if he hated it or not. He was certain your flirting was annoying, but it came to his attention, eventually, that he enjoyed it. You flattered him, made him feel- Odd.

But as much as he hated to admit it, he couldn't bring himself to hate the treatment. So much so, that he found it odd when you didn't flirt with him. Everything about the situation was just downright strange. He still didn't understand why you would help him like this, why you would defend him, why you would flatter him the way you did, why-

"It's getting cold out."

His attention snapped from the food he was making, to you coming inside from the evening.

"What?"

"It's getting cold outside, we gotta make sure the harvest is good, get some supplies from the city, then we should be set for the winter."

That was another thing you did that he found odd. You told him about your plans, and expected input from him, as if he had a choice.

"So, wanna come with me this time?"

He looked back at you, confused. "What?"

"Jeez, do I need to get your hearing checked out or somethin'?"

He clicked his tongue, "I heard you fine, what do you mean when you ask-"

"What the hell do you think I mean? I'm askin' you if you wanna join me to go into the city, not for your hand in marriage! It's not that complicated~"

Kai rolled his eyes and shook his head, "No, thank you. I would need to fill out a form in order to leave the property, and frankly I don't want to."

Your talking and teasing was drowned out after he said that, as he was thinking to himself about the realisation he just came to. He didn't want to leave. Despite everything…

But, you were right about it getting cold outside. The summer months slowly turned to fall, the leaves turning colour, and the sky darkening sooner. The two of you were able to harvest nearly everything before the first snow fall, and that was when Kai noticed just how badly the cold made him feel. Before, he was used to the cold, if anything, he preferred it. But now, it hurt him. It made his arms sore, as if they were heavier than how he was used to, and it was honestly horrible. Not only that, he felt useless now, watching you go in and out to retrieve fire wood or eggs, while he sat inside and did near to nothing. Despite your reassurance, he still felt… Disappointed. He wasn't sure if he was disappointed in himself, or disappointed that he was disappointing you. It never mattered before, how you felt about him, at least that's what he told himself, so why did it matter now?

What's worse, you noticed.

"Seasonal depression kicking your ass?"

He looked up from the fire to you, "What?"

You sat down next to him, handing him a mug of hot chocolate.

"Well, you've been real quiet lately, even after I annoy you, so something must be up."

He blinked, never having really paid it much attention before now.

"I…. Think I'm just not used to feeling this way. I hate feeling this way."

"Oh I getcha, I could only imagine how bad you must've felt when I found you-"

"That's just it, I think now I feel worse."

You looked at him, and he looked at you.

"When you found me, you… Gave me a new chance, an opportunity to help myself. As much as it pains me, I'm grateful to you, for that… But now, I can't help you. I can't do anything but watch you work, and it makes me so angry because… Because if I can't help you, what am I good for?"

You were silent, only making his thoughts run rampant.

"I can't seem to do anything correct, because everytime I've tried to do something meaningful with my life, it lands me right back at square one- Where I feel useless and pitiful, and frankly I'm disgusted with myself for allowing myself to feel this way, again. You found me and… Gave me a purpose. You put me to work, and as much of a bitch as you are, you've helped me…"

You snorted at that.

".... But now I'm sat here on your couch, in your house, wallowing yet again, because I can't help you more than you've helped me."

With that off his chest, he felt marginally better, but that darkness surrounded his mind yet again, before you spoke up.

"Well, if it makes you feel better you don't owe me anything anymore."

He looked at you again, "What do you mean?"

You shrugged, "I said what I mean, you don't-"

"No, that's not how this works, these prosthetics alone have costed you-"

"Don't worry about it, think of 'em as a gift."

He thought for a moment.

"And the allowance?"

You shrugged again, "Payment for your labour."

"And the room?"

"A place to stay that's not rat infested~"

"And the clothes? And the food? What about everything you've done for me- My probation being altered! I know you had a hand in that as well! So what do you mean I don't owe you anything? There is no way-"

You suddenly grabbed his jaw, something you've only ever done to fluster him on purpose, but it certainly shut him up.

"Will ya just shut your mouth and take what I give you? Fuck, you act like I saved you from some final destination death or whatever- I'm just being nice. Is that such a foreign concept to you?"

When you let him go, he was still silent. Did you not grasp the concept of debt? Especially for someone like him, whose whole life surrounded the teachings of the Yakuza, and how debts must be repayed. What you were doing for him went against everything he was used to, everything he'd ever known, and yet… He was somewhat okay with it.

Not entirely, he still had many questions, but he tried to ignore his nagging curiosity.

You were odd.

After that you made it a point to be as obnoxiously helpful as possible, to the point where Kai just had to look at something, and you would get it for him. It was annoying and it made Kai want to yell at you for making him feel so- So…. Pampered. In the end, that's all you were doing for him. Of course there were limits, you wouldn't help him with his prosthetics or get his clothes, but you were still helping him with damn near everything. He would ask you why, and you would shrug as per usual and give a half-hearted excuse,

"'Cus I wanna!"

But never more than that. Never a full explanation for why you did what you did. After all, you didn't have to. You teased him about it as well, making him flush and feel embarrassed, even if he knew you meant no harm in it. With the new development, came a new feeling Kai had been ignoring for quite some time.

…

By no means was Kai Chisaki a virgin. In his pursuits, he was sure to experiment at least once, despite the very particular parameters his paid-for partner had to follow. He was aware that sexual intimacy was nothing to write home about- It was far too complicated of a process to really get into it or pay more attention to it then he needed.

Unfortunately, this time with you had his curiosity reignited. His mind began to wander to places he had never ventured before, that prospect scared and intrigued him all at the same time. He wondered how your bare skin would feel against his. Would your hands be soft against him, or hard? Which one did he want more? He wondered how it would feel if he surrendered to you completely- Would you be kind, or would you be cruel?

Why did he hope for the latter?

So many thoughts would come to mind, and often at the worst of times- Sitting next to you, at dinner, while he would watch you chop firewood out in the cold, your jacket taken off to account for your labour, despite your red nose and rosy cheeks- That was the safest time for the thoughts to arise. When you were too busy with something else, when he could watch you for hours, and you didn't even notice.

At least, that's what he had originally thought.

"Hey, why have you been starin' at me?"

That question made him nearly choke on his food.

"Ha! What, didja think I wouldn't notice? Why else would I take off my shirt in this cold ass weather~?"

"H-how long have you known…?"

"Eh, a few weeks I think."

He scoffed, before getting up.

"Hey, where ya goin'!?"

"To my room."

You got up after him and practically started chasing him down, before you were finally able to get a proper hold of him. He didn't struggle much, it would hurt if he did.

"Let go of me-"

You laughed, "Nope! Not until you tell me why you like to stare at me~"

"Fuck you, you know why!"

"Oh we will, soon as you tell me~"

He stopped moving, looking at you.

"What?"

"What~?"

"What did you just say?"

"Mmmm, I don't think I'm repeating myself~"

Kai was lost on how to feel, unsure if he should feel scared or aroused by you… But, he was far too curious for his own good.

"And what if I was staring at you because…. Because I find you attractive?"

You moved closer to him, your warmth giving him goosebumps, as you breathed against his neck.

"I think I'd do something about it… I don't like being stared at~"

Kai had to bite back a shudder, cursing himself for stuttering, "W-what are you going to do… About it…?"

With a smirk, you dragged him to his room, throwing him inside. Without even closing the door, you followed him inside, unbuttoning your shirt. It was nothing new to see you topless, that was something he needed to get used to, but when you started taking off your pants, that's when he looked away.

"Uh uh, look at me."

The demand in your tone made his eyes look at you, struggling to keep his eyes in one place. He saw you smirk, which made him flush more.

"Well, come on pretty boy, you gonna take your clothes off, or am I gonna have'ta do it for ya~?"

"I- I don't-"

The way you sauntered up to him made him trip over himself, falling onto the floor.

"Don't tell me big bad Yakuza is a virgin~"

"I-I'm not-"

You put your foot on his crotch, making him gasp out a sharp moan.

"Then take your fucking clothes off~"

Slowly and shakily, he started taking off his shirt and pants, leaving on his briefs. He… Didn't exactly like the way he looked now, his arms being mostly synthetic, making him extremely self-conscious. Your voice snapped him out of it.

"Hey, quite gettin' in your own head and get over here!"

He hadn't even seen you get on his bed, laying on your back, your legs spread. He felt his face heat up, before he made it to you.

"Quit starin'."

"Yes…" His head snapped down, and he closed his eyes when he realised it.

You had him wrapped around your finger, and you knew it.

"Now what am I gonna do with you… Usually you're so obedient, it wouldn't feel right to really punish you… But, you have been staring at me for a while, huh~?"

Kai nodded, "Fuckin' answer me when I talk to you!"

You were always loud, but not like this. It made him… "Fuck- Yes, I've been staring at you for weeks…"

You purred, moving to sit up in front of him, while he sat on his knees.

"You dirty little slut, you probably got off while watching me work, huh?"

He could feel his dick twitch when you spoke to him like that, but he answered.

"N-no, I didn't…."

"Why?"

He didn't answer you for a moment, and you raised your voice again, "Answer me, slut!"

"I haven't touched myself with these hands…! I…. I can't."

You laughed cruelly, "Ooh, poor little bitch hasn't been able to get himself off because he's scared~"

Why did he like this so much? He couldn't even think of an answer before you spoke again, "Well, here's your chance~"

He looked up at you at that, confused.

"Don't give me that look, I know you're not fuckin' stupid. I want you to touch yourself~"

This had to be a joke-

"I'll even help you, because I'm so nice~"

You moved again, getting up and moving behind him, and before he could ask what you were doing, you pushed him down. Kai caught himself on all fours, but feeling you press against him made his questions die in his throat. He felt your hands trail from his shoulders to his deltoids, before trailing down his prosthetic arms, grabbing his wrists.

"I know you know how to do this, but I'll give you a reminder~"

After you whispered that, you moved your hand and his, stopping right at the line of his briefs.

"Come on, take your dick out."

Kai did as you told him, holding his hard cock in his hand, your hand wrapped around him as well. He shuddered at the feeling, simultaneously feeling more aroused than ever, and humiliated all the same. Feeling you squeeze his hand, and in turn his dick, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Do I have to do everything for you? Christ, I literally have to hold your hand while you jack off, this is fuckin' pathetic you know~"

Feeling you pull his hand up his dick, and back down, he shuddered again. While you moved his arm, your other arm wrapped around his chest, pulling him back to sit on your lap. You kept guiding his hand at a slow pace, which was torture while you grinded on him and bit at his neck. His gasping only increased while his eyes rolled back.

"Ha, you're drooling princess- Gross~"

He shut his eyes while you sped up, your other hand playing with his nipples. His breathing got faster, and his gasps slowly turned in to quiet moans, his eyes shut tight while his mouth opened and-

When you suddenly pulled away his hand, he cried out in protest, tears pricking his eyes.

"No no no please please f-fucking please don't-"

"Who the hell are you to be making demands~?"

He couldn't even see you behind him, but he could feel you grinding against his ass, your hold on his wrist tight. He whined again, small tears falling while he caught his breath, coming down from what was almost the best orgasm of his life. He heard you laugh, before he felt you lick his tears.

"Don't be such a cry baby, sweetness… This is your punishment~"

You pushed him down again, getting him off of you, so you could get up and get dressed. You were really going to leave him like this…

"Don't worry, if you're good, I'll make sure you get a reward, but for now, deal with it."

When you turned to walk out, you stopped.

"Oh, and if I find out you touched yourself again, and you cum? You can bet your sweet ass I'll be punishing you a hell of a lot worse."

He nodded, before you snapped your fingers, making him look at you- He bit back a squeak.

"Y-yes… I won't- Won't touch myself…"

You smirked, "That's a good boy~"

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 4 months

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WIBTA If I asked to be removed from a class because of an autistic teacher's aid?

Okay so that title sounds a bit weird but here's the story:

I (16 nb) am in a geometry class. This class is frustrating for me because I take a while to adjust to concepts like math and such, but that's not necessarily important. Point is: math class.

So this class has a teacher's aid, I'll call him Mark (17 m) Mark is autistic and math just so happens to be his special interest! He's in the after school club for it, he's a star student, so of course he's perfect for the position of teachers aid. (For those unfamiliar, it's exactly what it sounds like. He helps the teacher around the classroom and occasionally helps students with the material/checks work)

Here's the problem: I am also autistic. Unfortunately, my autism does NOT agree with his. I cannot stand whispering, or sudden noises, certain voices drive me absolutely nuts. Mark just so happens to do all of these things near constantly. He's always interrupting the teacher to give his opinion or to remind her something, and it's always too loud, he repeats what he says under his breath, and he unfortunately has one of those voices that I cannot bear to listen to.

I get it. He's not doing anything wrong. I can't control my volume either, and repeating words is just.. fun! It feels right. And he really can't do anything about his voice, can he? But I literally cannot focus on anything because I'm so- overwhelmed? Overstimulated? There's too much going on that my brain doesn't like. Every class is an hour and twenty minutes of me wishing I could just break down and scream and kick and cry because listening to him is like nails on a goddamn chalkboard. I can't continue being in this class because my grades are actually being affected by this. I'm not sure how to say it, either. But I think I've rambled enough for now.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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mydearzero · 1 year

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Vocal Exercise | E.M. x Reader

MASTERLIST

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: Your band is about to compete against Corroded Coffin in Battle of the Bands and you're way too nervous. Eddie might just know something to take the edge off (hint: it's not drugs)

Smut, Enemies to Lovers.

Warnings: AFAB Reader, Smut, unprotected sex, penetrative sex (p in v), oral sex (f rec), creampie, Exhibitionism, If I missed any warnings please tell me!

2K words

A/N: I wrote something?? How very unlike me lmao I hope you enjoy this once in a blue moon occurrence

You nibbled at your thumb as you stared at the sign-up sheet. It shouldn't be this difficult a decision, so why was it? You had played in front of a crowd before. Your band was always excited about any opportunity to play. What was keeping you from signing up for the annual Battle of the Bands?

You heard him before you saw him. The bane of your existence. Eddie Munson. The chains attached to his clothing rattled with every confident step he took.

You had no good reason to dislike Eddie. There was just something about him that got under your skin, and he knew it. He used the fact to his advantage, even if only to get a rise out of you.

You refused to turn your gaze to him as you continued staring at the sign-up sheet. Three entries so far, and no Corroded Coffin in sight. Tammy Thompson was on top of the list, as always.

"Unless you've developed telekinesis, can you move?" His voice, though somewhat attractive, was like nails on a chalkboard. It sent raised the hairs on the back of your neck.

You grumbled as you crossed your arms, took a step back and gestured to the sheet. "All yours, Munson."

"What, too scared to sign up? Not like you'll win. Why don't you just let the pros do what they do and keep practising in your friend's basement until you're ready, hmm?" He smirked as he all but etched 'CORRODED COFFIN' into the paper.

"Oh yeah, the pros, like Tammy Thompson? I'm sure she'll get real far. Can't beat raw talent, Munson." You rolled your eyes as you snatched the pen from his hands and wrote your band's name under Eddie's recognisable handwriting.

Eddie never moved an inch, leaning against the wall. He watched as you scribbled your bandmember's names and what you'd be doing, never taking his eyes off your disgruntled face.

Usually, you'd try to not let him have the upper hand. His gaze was knawing, screaming at you to return it. You caved and turned to look. His smirk grew as he chewed his gum obnoxiously. "See you there, (Y/L/N)."

_____

"I don't think I can do this. I think I'm gonna hurl." You fanned your face as the stagehand came over to give you your microphone headset. The loud music faded to a halt as Corroded Coffin finished their set.

"We'll leave you to it for a bit, yeah? I'll get you some water, maybe. Just calm down, it'll be fine." Your bandmates gave a thumbs-up as they filed out of the room.

"Y'know... I might know something to take the edge off." Eddie's voice came from the hallway, peering his head around the corner into your dressing room. His bangs stuck to his forehead, sweat covering his skin. Lucky bastard, he'd already gotten it over with.

"Piss off, Munson. I'm not interested in any of your drugs." You scoffed as you messed with the positioning of the clunky headset.

The stagehand left you once she connected all the wires and had given you the last rundown of when you'd be on. Three more acts, two and a half before your mic was hot. You had to get the vocal jitters out now.

Eddie paraded into the dressing room and closed the door behind him, locking it. "That's not exactly what I had in mind. But that offer does stand." He crossed his arms as he leaned against the vanity. You'd never quite noticed how toned they were or how tall he was until now.

Perhaps it was the adrenaline rushing through the room, your nerves combined with his post-performance butterflies. You couldn't help but be intrigued. You gestured for him to continue. -

He put his hands on your hips and pulled you to stand between his legs. You frowned as he leaned to whisper in your ear. "Nothing more relaxing than a decent orgasm, babe."

Your eyes widened as you pulled away from his touch, mouth agape. "What the hell, Eddie! That's not funny!" You slapped his bicep. His eyebrows raised in challenge as he watched your thought process. He saw your horrified face change to confusion before it flushed with shame. You hadn't even noticed you'd called him by his first name.

He noticed your uncertainty. You loathed him, but he was right. And it wasn't like he wasn't easy on the eyes. He knew you'd been convinced when he stroked your arm and your eyes fluttered at the surprisingly delicate touch.

Your breath hitched as he leaned close once more. "Let me make you feel good." His touch burned your skin, heat soaring straight between your legs. His lips pressed to your neck, breath hot on your skin.

A soft moan left your mouth when he sucked harshly under your jaw. "Is that a yes?" He questioned, slowly trailing his hand down your side. You nodded breathlessly.

"I'm gonna need you to say it, princess." He tutted. You were surprised when a barely audible whine made its way out of your throat.

"Please, Eddie." were all the words you could gather. His eyes met yours. They were polar opposites. You felt yours were pleading and desperate, while his seemed amused, maybe derisive. His pupils were blown. Whether from the adrenaline, drugs, lust, or a combination of all of the above was uncertain.

He turned your positions around, pushing you onto the vanity table and getting on his knees. The way he looked up at you through his eyelashes could only be described as absolutely blasphemous. You were convinced he wasn't doing this for you as much as he was doing it for himself.

He placed his hands on your thighs, ever so slowly creeping up under your skirt. He hooked the tips of his fingers into the band of your underwear, tugging it down. You raised yourself off the table so he could slide it down. He barely got it past your knees as he dove forward, using his hands to spread your legs to make room for his head. His grip on your knees was crushing as he licked a stripe up between your lips. He nuzzled for a little before releasing his hands, opting to spread your lips with them instead.

A sigh of relief left your mouth as your body melted into his touch. One of your hands was on the table to steady yourself, the other tangling itself in his hair. His lips wrapped around your clit. He circled his tongue around it a few times before slowly sliding a finger inside.

"Knew you'd be so wet for me." He sounded out of breath as he devoured you. "All bark, but the second the offer stands, you're like a little bitch in heat." He chuckled. You tugged his hair harshly, urging him to shut up and continue.

Eddie complied and returned to pleasuring you. You could feel him smiling against your pussy, as stupid as it sounds. The bastard was enjoying this way too much. He added another finger and curled them in the exact way he knew would get you close. You felt the pressure build up in your throat as you tried to stay silent. Noise threatened to spill with every thrust of his fingers and movement of his tongue.

Eddie deemed you close enough, judging by the tight grip on his hair combined with the suppressed sounds coming from your lips. He rose from his knees and wasted no time unbuckling his belt. You tried to listen for the stage to estimate the time you'd have. Eddie spread your legs once more as he positioned himself between them.

"Wait, Eddie. How many songs have there been?" You whispered as you put your hand on his chest to stop him. "Don't know, don't care. Guess you'll have to shut up and keep quiet." He shrugged as he grabbed your wrist, removing your hand from his chest. He pushed his underwear to join his jeans around his knees and stroked himself a couple of times before lining himself up.

Eddie pushed the head of his cock inside and roughly reached up your shirt, grabbing your right boob and twisting the nipple harshly. An audible yelp left your mouth. "Shut up." He groaned as he pushed all the way in. Air was nowhere to be found, especially not your lungs.

He barely let you adjust before pistoning in and out. Adrenaline was very obviously still coursing through his veins. He grabbed your hips and pushed you to lean against the mirror. The lights surrounding it shone down on him, almost giving him an angelic glow.

His grip on your hips tightened as he changed his stance. Small whimpers and breaths left you, still trying to remain as quiet as possible. Eddie pushed inside relentlessly, chasing his release and coercing yours out of you. He's found the right spot now, he knew by your face. He moved his right hand to lean on your thigh, thumb circling your clit. He grinned as he watched your face, eyes shut tightly.

The light on your headset flickered, indicating it'd just gone hot. Eddie took this as his sign to hurry the fuck up and make you come. Loud knocks on the door, combined with the music from the stage drowned out the banging noise of you against the mirror and his balls slapping against your pussy over and over.

Your breathing sped up as you neared your peak. Eddie was getting sloppy, putting more and more pressure on your clit, circling it hastily to meet the pace of his hips. He groaned as he felt you tighten around him. You were so close.

"Y/N! Are you in here? We're on in three!" Your bandmate yelled through the locked door. Their pleas went unheard over your whines and Eddie's rambles in your ear.

"I'm gonna fill you up so well, baby." Eddie smiled to himself sadistically as he moaned in your ear. He was going to make you scream his name through that headset even if it was the last thing he'd do. You were gonna kill him.

The knot in your stomach snapped when Eddie pulled out all the stops, flicking your left nipple, circling your clit with the speed of light and hitting the exact right spot to send you over the edge.

"Eddie!" You screamed as you came on his cock. He laughed and groaned in satisfaction as he followed, hips stilling and pushing as deep as he could. He looked between you with glee as he filled you to the brim.

Your eyes widened as you noticed you'd not only screamed his name while your mic was on, he'd just cum inside you, and you had to be on stage in less than two minutes. "Better keep it in, princess. Everybody can probably already guess what we did, don't want to give them more proof when you have my cum spilling from that pretty pussy in the middle of the stage, hmm?"

He smirked as he pulled his dick out and pushed the spilt cum back inside with two fingers. He gave your pussy one last tap before sliding your underwear back up, fixing your top and skirt and letting you down from the vanity. You already felt the cum trickling out slowly and staining your underwear

You could barely give yourself a last glance in the mirror before he was ushering you out of the door and onto the stage, your flustered band members following after seeing you barge out of the dressing room, Eddie hot on your tail. They'd definitely heard. Which means the crowd definitely heard you scream his name through the last band's performance.

You'd never felt as embarrassed, yet turned on in your life. Your nerves were long forgotten, the only worry in your mind during your performance being to not let any more of his cum spill from inside you.

At least you were no longer worried about your singing skills. Too bad Corroded Coffin had the menace that was Eddie Munson, or you'd definitely come first instead of second. Or, well, come first again.

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sherifftillman · 2 years

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There is nothing j love more than Henderson!reader and Steve Harrington so if you’re looking for some prompts, look no further: Can you write a fluff Steve request where he unexpectedly comes over to the Henderson household after a dinner with his parents because while his parents talked all he thought about was how the Henderson!reader and Dustin are his family?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader (no pronouns/gendered terms)

Genre: fluff

Word count: 3847

A/N: I set out for these prompts to be quick little drabbles but this one REALLY got away from me lmao. Also this one's more Steve-heavy than Henderson-heavy just bc I got real into the story behind his and reader's relationship, I hope y'all still like it though!

"Steven!" The second syllable grates his ears like nails on a chalkboard.

"What is it, Mom?" he shouts from the upper floor. It's useless, of course. She either can't or won't tell him. He runs halfway down the stairs, leaning across the railing. "Mother!"

"Oh please, don't be so immature," she rolls her eyes as she stands in the kitchen doorway. "And stop hanging like that, you're not a child anymore, for god's sake. Come down and set the table. And would it kill you to wear anything other than jeans? You know we've got company coming, and how important this is for your father."

With a heavy sigh, Steve makes his way to the dining room, and opens the closet to take out one of the "fancy" table coverings out. Ironic, he thinks. That would suggest they use the table for ordinary meals, too. Instead, it's plates of food left on the counter, not even called for, ready to take to whatever respective room they're each in; usually his mom eats while she watches her shows on the TV, his dad takes it straight back to the office, and Steve gets to eat in the comfort of his own bedroom.

Steve sets out the tablecloth, then the placemats, then all the correct forks, knives, spoons and glasses. He compares it to the photo his mother left in the closet for him, as a reminder because he kept "getting it wrong". Why have a fish fork AND a salad fork on the table if the entire meal doesn't have any of either?!

Once he's set everything up, he heads back up the stairs. A warning, "Steve..." from his mother causes him to shout back, "It's done, Ma! Take a look for yourself!"

"Oh, so you can do things when you're asked! Where's this energy when your father and I ask you to go get a real job, huh?" she asks.

Like a broken record. Steve gets changed into a dress shirt and slacks, stuffs his favourite crewneck and sweats into a backpack, styles his hair, throws some products from his bathroom into the bag too, sneaks into his parents' bathroom to spritz himself with one of his dad's colognes, and goes back downstairs to wait patiently like the good little family member he is. Having one of his dad's scents be at such close proximity is driving him crazy. Usually that smell precedes a monologue from his father that makes Steve hate himself, or a slap that stings for hours. He tries to get all the grossed-out facial expressions out now, before he becomes part of The Perfect Hosting Family.

His dad's guests arrive moments before his mother has to plate up. The couple that come in greet Steve briefly before he leads them to the dining room. His father offers to get wine from the cellar - he doesn't trust Steve after that one time when Steve was 15 and got drunk in there, supposedly ruining an important business proposal. It's up to Steve to make the small talk. "So, Mr Blake, how is your daughter these days?"

"Ah! Got into NYU! Naturally," he smirks proudly. "You, uh, you get anywhere with college?"

Steve shakes his head, recalling the fake reality for himself he'd been working on for this exact moment. "Not yet, my old man thinks I need real basic work experience, first. Can't get to the top without knowing the bottom inside out, right?"

"What a smart man!" Mr Blake laughs loudly, gesturing towards his father as he re-enters the room. "Punishing the boy with menial work before he reaps the benefits of a successful businessman."

"No such thing as a free handout, Jim," his father points to his guest. "Whatever it is that Steven makes of himself, it won't be through riding my coat-tails, that's for sure."

Steve wishes, just once, that his parents would have just enough pride to also protect their son's reputation. He sits the rest of the meal out in relative silence, perking up only when his mother would step on his foot and glare at him for not looking chipper enough. He takes every opportunity to clean up, washing dishes between courses and everything. The Blakes joke that his parents have trained him well. He just wants a few minutes where they can all just be out of sight, out of mind, for just a brief moment at a time.

As soon as the third course is all cleared up, Steve excuses himself from the table. "Are you sure, son?" Mr Blake asks, of course. It's not like anyone else at the table would call him that. "You could learn a lot about the trade by sitting in."

"Oh, thank you, but I've got quite a... Riveting biography upstairs that I'm itching to get back to," Steve plasters the fakest smile on his face before running upstairs. He throws his backpack out the window, jumps onto the roof below, climbs down and runs across the street to where his car is parked.

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"Mom! Could you get that? I'm on a roll here!" Dustin calls from the sitting room after the doorbell rings.

"Sweetie, I'm just getting these out of the oven, can't you pause?" she shouts back.

"You guys know I'm here too, right?" you joke as you loudly stomp down the stairs.

"Wish I could forget!" Dustin chimes over his shoulder.

"Oh my god, I'm devastated. How will I ever recover from such a scathing remark from - truly the greatest wordsmith of his generation?!" You sarcastically yell before opening the door to see your childhood best friend-turned-acquaintance who barely acknowledged you throughout school-turned-brother's best friend, somehow. "Oh, hi Steve. You look... Nice." Your nose scrunches at the scent that follows him, missing the way he looks at you in shock. "Smell like your dad, though."

"Y-Yeah, can I... Use you guys' shower? I can pay towards the water bill in return," Steve offers as he steps through the doorway and kicks his shoes off.

In comes your mother, bustling through to pull Steve into a close hug. "Now don't you be so silly, Steve, we don't charge family here!"

Steve holds your mom extra tightly at that. You don't see it from where you're standing, but his eyes fill with tears and glee. "You're the best, Mrs H."

"When are we going to be on first-name terms, Mr Harrington?" she teases, and even you laugh at that.

Steve kisses your mom on the cheek and breaks the hug to head towards the bathroom. He stops again at you to smile softly. "Good to see you again. You're like, never here."

You shrug, "Different circles, I guess. Go shower, you reek of Old Rich Man," you hold your nose and Steve salutes you before climbing the stairs.

"You good, sweetie?" your mom asks when he's out of earshot, rubbing your arm sympathetically.

"Yeah, sure," you shrug, "it's not like we're both in school anymore. I can still exist around him, we're all grown-ups here. I'm fine, I promise."

When Dustin finally dies in his game, you tell him you want a turn on the Atari next, and instead boot up Mario Bros. Your brother sulks at being demoted to player 2, but you simply shrug him off, "Should have beat me to it at being the oldest then, shouldn't you?"

"Oh my god, gross," he pulls a face.

"Yeah, not such a wise guy now, are you?! Now c'mon, you've got until your BFF is out of the shower to get us past level 5."

When you're both deep into level 5, you can just about hear Steve talking up your mom's cookies with her in the kitchen. "Save some for us, Harrington!" you shout, your eyes not leaving the screen.

"Come and get 'em then, Henderson!" he shouts back with his mouth full.

"I don't hear you telling him off for talking with food in his mouth, Mom!" Dustin shouts, and you both cheer as the "level clear" screen shows up. "Holy shit, we did it!" Dustin cackles to you, holding his hand up for a high-five. Sure, you're both sarcastic little shits, but there's the occasional moment where he's bearable.

You return it and start up level 6. Steve sits on the couch behind you both. "You guys beat it yet?"

"Yeah, the key to know when you've finished a game is when you're still playing it," Dustin retorts. "Obviously not yet."

"We finally made it to the level before the fina- Dustin, I need you down here!" you yell exasperatedly, but he's just as frustrated.

"Well, I need you up -"

You both chorus a, "Shit!" as the Game Over screen shows up.

Steve laughs, and Dustin scoffs, "What are you laughing at, Steve? Not like you could do any better."

"Oh, yeah? It's just pressing some buttons and knowing where to go, it's not hard." You look over at Steve, who's sitting leant back on the couch, legs stretched out and arms crossed. You notice he's now wearing a sweater and lounge pants. He still looks just as good in them as he did the other clothes. Fuck. The thoughts you were scared to have being around him. Still there.

You hold out your controller to him. "Only one way to find out, I guess."

Steve pulls an upside-down smile and slides off the couch to sit next to Dustin. He tries to wrestle the player 1 controller off Steve, but with no success. You excuse yourself to go and pick up a couple of your mom's cookies. You offer to help her clean up, but she ushers you back in to spend time with the boys.

You sit and watch the back of Steve's head as your head swims with thoughts. Why did he have to change his whole personality when you were in school? Especially when this is pretty much how you remember him when you were kids. What would have happened if he hadn't? Would he still be in your life? Would you have... Dated, even? It's never helped that he turned out to be super hot, apparently in any sort of clothing, so that's just great. But maybe it wouldn't have worked out, and maybe he wouldn't be here for Dustin, and Dustin needs him. So. It all works out for him, at least.

They barely make it through level 1 without biting each others' heads off. Level 3 is their ultimate demise. Dustin groans in anguish, "God, you are the worst to play with, why wouldn't you come and help me?!"

"Because I had my own guys to fight off! Why didn't you come to my aid?!" Steve asks, exasperated.

"Because you never said anything! You kept doing your own thing!"

"Because you were doing your thing!"

"Fellas, fellas," you interject, noticing Dustin's voice getting hoarser, "there's a very obvious tiebreaker here. Dustin?" You make eye contact with him and jerk your head aside, silently instructing him to sit on the couch. You then look to Steve and raise your eyebrows. Not even looking away from you, he drops the player 1 controller, shuffles over on his butt and picks up the one Dustin left. You scrunch your nose up as you nod, and retake your place on the floor.

"What are you even still doing here tonight, don't you actually have friends tonight? Why aren't you at your little witches' coven?" your brother asks.

"Nobody practices witchcraft in book club, stupid," you roll your eyes. "Vickie couldn't make it, and we're kinda 'all or nothing', so we're meeting next week instead. That's all," you falter, before clearing your throat and starting another game. You don't notice Steve's eyes narrowing.

The pair of you work really well together. Realising where Dustin went wrong, you actually verbally communicate with Steve as much as you can, knowing he doesn't know this game quite as well as you and your brother do. You start off with asking things of him, like "Hey, can you bop that guy there and I'll kick it off?" or "If I bop this one, can you come over and kick it?", but as the game progresses, you both communicate with simple, "Bop!"s and "Kick!"s. You're both starting to lean into the screen as you play through level 6, until you lose your balance and, not realising just how close Steve is, take him down with you. Dustin yells nonsensically as he watches both Mario and Luigi die at the same time, but you and Steve are too busy rolling around the floor, laughing at yourselves.

He's the first to pull himself back up, and he helps you up, too. His hand lingers a little longer once you're stood, just enough for him to stroke the back of your hand with it, and he looks at you softly. Adoringly? Longingly? He quickly lets go, though, and clears his throat. "Alright, Dustin, why don't we play something that won't make you lose your voice?"

You take him inviting Dustin to play, as a sign that you should retire and let them have the rest of the evening to themselves.

You're sitting on your bed, now several chapters into a new book, when a rapping at the door catches your attention. You shout, "Night, Mom!"

"Oh, it's, uh, it's me. Steve. Mind if I come in?"

You sit up, putting the book on your nightstand. "Sure!" He opens the door tentatively, and closes it behind him again, which you appreciate. If Dustin sees Steve in here, he might see it as an invitation for him to come in, and there's no way in hell you're okay with that. "What's up?" you ask.

"I dunno," he half-laughs, ruffling his own hair a little. "I just... Wanted to say hi, again. I guess?"

You smile at him as he sits at the foot of your bed, one leg folded beneath him. "Hi, again." His laugh has a little more heart in it, this time. "Were you... When you were all dressed up earlier, was that from your parents?" He nods sadly. "Are they still assholes?" He stays quiet. "Right. We don't have to talk about it if you don't want. Um," you look around the room, trying to think of something to talk about, but you're coming up blank. "So, what is it you do for wor-"

"What happened between us?" he asks over you, not making eye contact. You quieten down and he sighs. "Why... What was it?"

"Steve, I - you're clearly not in a good mood, I don't want to drag old shit up, we're adults now," you explain, but he looks at you directly.

"Please?"

"Seventh grade," you eventually groan in resignation. "Carol Perkins had just started dating that guy, Tommy Whatshisface, and you were all in the hallway before class. I came to find you to invite you to my birthday party. Carol told me that I must be dumber than a pet rock if I thought I had anything of worth to say to any of you three. A-and you laughed."

He rubs his eyes hard. "Shit. You know, I did try and find you at lunch that day. But I couldn't see you. And then you kept ignoring me."

"We'd had gym that day," you continue, "and Carol... Told me... You'd told her I was a desperate little nobody. And you wanted nothing to do with me. And you didn't know why I would think it was okay to invite you. And, I know it was probably stupid of me to believe Carol Perkins, but I was young and stupid and -"

"No, I get it," Steve cuts in, looking at you with sad eyes. "I'm sorry I wasn't better at sticking up for you. But, I never, ever said those things about you. I've missed you."

You half-crawl on your knees across your bed to put your hands on Steve's shoulders, resting your head on the closest one. "Missed you, too. But, I'm glad you've been around for Dustin. He's needed someone like you. Especially since Dad..." you falter. Steve tilts his head to rest on yours, and holds one of your hands with his. "He needs a decent man around."

Another sad half-laugh. "Not many people would call me 'decent'."

"Well, I just did, so... Bite it or fight it," you repeat the phrase you always used to when you were kids. It meant "bite your lip and keep quiet, or fight it out physically between yourselves".

Steve chuckles, "We're a little old for that, right?"

You shrug, "Whatever gets you to stop talking shit about yourself."

"And what about you?" Steve asks. "My friend Robin said she couldn't hang out with Vickie tonight because Vickie said she had book club. So one of you is lying."

You sigh in defeat. "They're great. But everyone else is graduating this year. The ones that graduated with me, went to college. I couldn't put our family in more debt, not when it's just me, Mom and Dustin. But I didn't want to be a downer, or else nobody would want to hang out with me."

"I mean, you've not kicked me out yet, so I'm gonna mark that one down as "not true"," Steve notes, and you chuckle.

"Yeah, but that's different," you shake your head.

"Huh. So it's different when you're talking smack about yourself? Got it," Steve slaps his knees and stands up. You look at him with confusion as he turns on his heel. His whole demeanour changes. He's full of mischief. With a wicked grin, he says, "Nobody's allowed to say that to my friend!"

"Wait, no fair, you didn't say bite it or - Steve!" you laugh as he runs towards the bed, launches himself onto it and tackles you onto your back. He grabs your wrists, but you're able to push back until you're almost sitting upright. You manage to wrap your leg around him and, along with swinging your shoulder around with all your might, you're able to flip the two of you around so that he's on his back. The impact causes him to let go for a second, and you grab his wrists, pinning him beneath you.

You both take a pause to catch your breath, your chest heaving as you pant from the exhaustion of the struggle. His hair is fanned out all around his face in a perfect angelic halo. He's breathing heavily too, through parted lips. His lips... So perfectly plump and pink. His Adam's apple bobs with every breath. He's looking at your lips, too.

Before either of you know it, you're all over each other. Your hands move to slide in his hair, and his arms wrap around the small of your back. He pushes the kiss open to slip his tongue into your mouth with ease, a natural expert. It's electric, and you grip his hair near the roots. He moans into your mouth, his hands slipping down to squeeze your ass. You whine, breaking the kiss for just a second. You both look at each other with all the delight of two people whose problems do not matter in this moment, and dive right back into another open kiss.

Steve snakes his arms around you to roll the pair of you until he's once again on top of you. He strokes your hair out of your face, turns his hand around to drag the backs of his fingers down your cheek lightly while smiling at you with nothing but adoration. He looks as though he wants to say about twelve things at once, but instead he leans down and starts pressing soft, sweet kisses to your neck. You whimper, shakily whining out his name as you run your fingers back and forth through his hair.

He pulls up again to look at you, eyes heavy-lidded. "Baby, baby, baby," he mutters softly, "you're gonna make me take things way faster than I wanted if you keep that up."

"Hmm, what are - where are you staying for the night? Are you going back home?" you ask as you reach up to stroke his face.

"Not if I can help it, are you offering me something better?" he asks, nuzzling into your touch.

You half-shrug. "Big ol' bed here. Wouldn't want all that space going to waste, right?"

"Oh, we can't possibly be wasteful," Steve smirks before bending down to kiss you again. He holds your hip and pulls you into a half-roll so that you're both laying on your side, still kissing, remaining that way until you can't possibly fight off the tiredness any longer.

Steve pulls you close, so you're laying on his chest, and he strokes your hair and your arm in a gentle rhythm. Every now and then he kisses the top of your head, until you feel it get heavier with sleep. The last thing you hear that night is Steve purring, "Good night, beautiful."

You awaken on your mattress, facing the window. A pang of sadness hits your chest, until you roll over and see Steve still in your bed, just at an awkward angle. You lean over and see a Steve that he would never let anyone else see - hair sticking out at all angles, mouth hanging half-open, snoring lightly.

You start trying to stroke his hair back into shape for him and he snuffles, his eyes opening ever so slightly as he stirs. With a sleepy smile, he murmurs, "How's about paying a little less attention to my bed head and a little more time on my good morning kiss?"

You kiss him deeply, but fleetingly. "Lets get some breakfast, I'm gonna get rid of this morning breath, and then we can pick right back up, how's that sound?"

"Like the world's greatest plan," he beams back, leaning up to kiss you again.

Once you get downstairs, two items greet the pair of you: a tupperware container filled with cookies and with a note taped to it that reads, "a snack for the road, for my favorite future son-in-law"; and a note in your brother's handwriting that reads:

RULES FOR DATING:

no kissing/cuddling/gross shit in front of me

no ditching me to hang out with each other

no talking about the other one when we ARE hanging out alone

I am not above hurting either of you if you hurt the other one

Welcome to the family officially, Steve. Don't fuck it up.

"Oh my god, they're so embarrassing," you rub your face in half-tiredness and half-embarrassment.

Steve chuckles, "It's cute. And I think Mr and Mrs Steve Henderson sounds cuter."

"Shut up," you slap his shoulder playfully and he laughs harder, before pulling you close by the waist. "Although..." you muse, sliding your hands up his torso to rest on his shoulders, "these just being left here means neither of them are in the house..."

A glint appears in Steve's eye as an equally eager grin slowly spreads across his face. "Race you upstairs."

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justanotherrpmeme · 8 months

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Hatred starters

"Every time they speak, it's like nails on a chalkboard."

"I've never met someone so infuriating."

"I don't understand how you can hate them so much."

"Trust me, if you knew what they've done, you'd hate them too."

"I can't believe we're stuck dealing with them again."

"Just the thought of being in their presence makes my blood boil."

"I can't even look at them without feeling rage."

"They've caused so much pain, it's hard not to feel the hatred."

"I've never hated someone as much as I hate them."

"They bring out the worst in everyone."

"I try to avoid them at all costs. I can't bear their company."

"Spending time with them is a torture in itself."

"I hate how they act like they're better than everyone else."

"It's all a facade. Deep down, they're just as flawed as the rest of us."

"I wish I could erase them from my life completely."

"They're a constant thorn in my side."

"They bring out the worst in me. I can't control my anger around them."

"Don't let their presence consume you. Rise above their toxicity."

"It's hard to believe they're capable of any goodness."

"I've seen their true colors. Beneath that façade lies pure malice."

"I hate that they have so much power over us."

"Remember, we have the power to rise above and not let their hatred consume us."

"I despise everything they stand for."

"Their values are twisted. It's no wonder we clash with them at every turn."

"I can't even stand the sight of their face."

"They're a constant reminder of everything wrong with the world."

"I never thought I could hate someone so intensely."

#rp starter #sentence meme #starter meme #inbox meme #sentence starters

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devils-dares · 1 year

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Hi, It's me again 😅

Got another idea for a Matt ff 🙈 from my little ideas you make wonderful stories love how you implemented them. So the idea came to me at the song can't help it by JVKE reader sing and dance while cooking, cleaning or showering but tries to hide it from Matt. The song is on and Matt comes home early and catches you . Would be happy if you make something nice out of it again . Greetings Monique

enjoy!

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He wasn’t sure he was hearing correctly, granted he’d gotten a few good hits to the head, but he still couldn’t believe his ears. The shower was running, the pipes the tiniest bit creaky to his ears only, but there was something more than that. He heard your voice, sweet, dulcet voice breaking out over the creaking. You were singing. He paused, still fully dressed in his suit. He stood there dumbstruck, not noticing when you stopped or even when the knob on the bathroom door jiggled. He did, however, notice when you screamed and chucked your phone at him.

“Matthew Murdock, you little-” You yell at him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“You’re standing there in your helmet too! Do you know how scary you look right now? The horns and all, my god why are you standing like that?” He reaches up and sure enough, his cowl is still on. He pulls it off, stupid smile across his lips as he leans down and picks your phone up, handing it back to you.

“How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to hear you singing.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“That must’ve been like nails on a chalkboard for you.”

“It was pleasant.” He says as he follows you into the bedroom.

“Pleasant.” You restate, getting dressed.

“Yes, I enjoyed it. Actually, I wish I caught you more often.”

“Okay, Matt.” You snorted, making your way to him to help him out of the suit.

“I’m serious!” He says, losing the chestplate and tugging off his pants, “I like hearing you sing.”

“I feel like you’re gaslighting me.” You say, tossing him a pair of sweatpants.

“I’m being deadly serious.” After pulling his sweatpants on, he pulls the cover back, tucking into bed with you. He pulls you close, just as he always does, and lets you rest your head on his chest. His fingers run through your hair.

“I promise you I’m not kidding, you sound lovely. I’d love it if you sang more, but I understand if it’s not something that you enjoy sharing with other people.”

“Are you sure you’re not lying to me?” He sighs, and readjusts so your head lay directly over his heart.

“I enjoy hearing you sing.” The thud-thud of his heart stayed even.

“I guess I could try doing it more.” You look up at him to see a grin spread across his face.

“Oh stop looking like you won, Murdock.”

“I did.”

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shewrites7 · 2 years

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Drunken Nights and Pinky Promises

steve harrington x fem!reader

summary - Your boyfriend of two months is getting on your last nerves, and your best friend Steve’s too. Steve can’t stand him, and you’re beginning to realize that neither can you, for reasons you don’t think you’re brave enough to admit—at least not without some alcohol. Luckily for you, Steve’s set on dragging you to a party with plenty of it.

type - one shot

word count [9.2k]

tags: Steve Harrington x f!reader, childhood best friends to lovers, heartbreak, “he’s not good enough for you”, a high school party, hurt comfort, secret pining, jealousy, pinky promises and an almost kiss. (no specific mention of appearance, race, etc.)

warnings: underage drinking, swearing

"Come on," you urged your boyfriend from over the phone, neck aching with how long you'd been on a call with him. During your snack break at work, nonetheless. "You know that's not what I said."

Danny, your boyfriend, was taking up a tone with you over the phone that would have you hanging up if it were anybody else. But this was Danny. You'd been dating him for two months now, and he was the only boy you'd ever seen manage to win over your parents. Well, other than Steve, that is.

You still didn't know how he'd managed to do it, but whatever Steve had done to get your parents to like him so much was the exact reason why he's managed to hold the position of your best friend for all these years, rather than just a few weeks. By then, your parents usually chase off anybody they think isn't good enough for their daughter's company.

But with him, they'd invited him to your house practically every day, too many sleepovers to count. Nights spent under blanket forts with eyes threatening to close from the heaviness of fatigue, pinkies interlocking as you swapped promises with each other you still hadn't broken to this day, where you worked at Family Video with your best friend practically every day, replacing sleepovers with quick goodnight's as he dropped you off in front of your house after a long midnight shift. It was tiring, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

The boy in question, Steve, was finishing up organizing the register from next to you behind the counter. Although seemingly focused on counting cash, it became increasingly difficult for him to focus on the task at hand as he listened to you argue with your boyfriend over the phone. It became near impossible when you decided to leave the phone lying on the counter face up so you could begin working again and keep talking on the phone all at once, walking back and forth behind the counter as your boyfriend's voice disrupted any silence that'd once existed in Family Video. Steve annoyingly acknowledged in his mind with a roll of his eyes that his voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard. It was a wonder to him how you put up with the boy for more than a minute at a time.

"I already told you," you said, your voice distant and occupied with organizing the horror films shelf. "Keith has been grumpier than ever, Danny. I can't just skip work to go to some random junior's party."

"It's not a random junior's party," argued Danny stubbornly. "If you went to more of my games, you'd know that this party is to celebrate Hawkins High's third official win of the season!"

Steve almost couldn't hold back a snort as he worked, not being able to help from eavesdropping.

You slapped your hands against your legs, turning towards the phone on the counter with a glare as if the boy on the other line could see you. "You know I go to all the basketball games I can! It isn't my fault I have to work all the time."

You could hear Danny scoff. "You spend more time at that damn job than you do with me."

Steve could see your frustration from where he sat, your cheeks flushing and fists clenching. God, this guy was a piece of work.

You shook your head to yourself. "You know I can't help it."

A rich, humorless laugh came from the phone. "Yeah, especially not when that Harrington is waiting for you at your job, right?"

Your cheeks flushed even more at your boyfriend's accusation, and you couldn't tell whether it was from anger or embarrassment.

It seemed as if you'd only now noticed Steve's presence in the room, looking at him guiltily like he'd caught you doing something criminal. Trying not to seem like he heard the conversation being shared from across the store, as impossible as it may be, Steve's eyes snapped back to the register and away from you, not wanting to further your embarrassment. It didn't take a genius, though, to know that your best friend had heard every word of your argument with Danny. An argument that you finally decided you'd had enough of.

"Danny, I'm not doing this right now." You stomped towards the counter, trying your best not to notice the clearly fake look of disinterest on Steve's face as he counted the same two dollars distractedly.

"You don't want to do anything anymore!"

Knowing that this conversation could go around in circles for hours more if you didn't end it soon, you picked up the phone once again.

"Danny, I'm really sorry, but I have to go."

You numbed yourself as his voice continued to shout anyway through the phone, loud enough that you were sure Steve could still hear him. But you had to get back to work, whether your boyfriend liked it or not. No longer listening to his muffled words, you bid him goodbye, promised to call him later, and hung up the phone for good.

Danny's voice rang through your mind, even after you hung up on him, but the silence of the store throbbed against your head almost painfully, the combination giving you a headache that was sure to stay with you for plenty more hours. All you wanted to do was head to bed early, but you were sure to be stuck working at the store until late into the night.

You turned to Steve who, though he still hadn't moved from his clearly artificial position of hunching over the register, you could tell was dying to say something. At the sound of your throat clearing, Steve looked up at you with a frustratingly superior look in his eyes.

"Oh, stop that," you spat sourly at him. He shrugged with feigned innocence.

"I wasn't going to say anything."

You squinted at his disbelievingly at his tone. "Sure you weren't."

You knew of the pile of words that were on the tip of his tongue, but you honestly weren't in the mood to hear what he had to say. Every time he talked about Danny, it was like trying to stop a train in its tracks. It was no secret how he felt about your boyfriend, his rants about him proving just how much he disliked him. Worst of all, deep down, you couldn't help but think that he was right about everything he said.

"Alright, Steve," you said tiredly. "Let it out."

Steve swirled in his stool, but you kept speaking, your mouth moving a mile a minute with frustration that you knew you were aiming at the wrong boy.

"Tell me how much of a basket case Danny is. Remind me how much of an idiot he is. Describe to me all of the ways you'd like to shut him up. I won't interrupt this time. I'm ready for it." You knew that was a lie—you were never ready for it.

"I just," Steve rubbed his chin, trying to add some casualty to his words. "I just think Danny is ..."

You gestured for him to continue.

"I just think he's more of a talker than he is, you know, a listener." He paused, letting you soak in his words. "I mean, when's the last time you had a conversation that didn't feel like you were talking to a wall?"

Even if he wasn't completely serious, you had to admit to yourself that Steve spoke the truth; speaking to Danny was like talking to a wall.

"And," he continued, "don't even get me started on that basketball bullshit. 'You don't want to do anything anymore'," Steve mocked your boyfriend's voice in a whiny tone. "It's like he's never worked a day in his life! Probably hasn't though, we all know what his house looks like from the parties he used to throw all the time. Not a very understanding dude."

He was right. Everything Steve was saying was right. But that didn't change the fact your blood always seemed to boil whenever Steve talked about a guy you were with, as if they were so absurdly idiotic that you had to be brainless to ever have dated them in the first place. You distracted yourself by organizing the contents of the drawer behind the counter, feverishly rearranging pens in a way that only ever seemed to make you more frustrated.

"Alright Steve, I-"

"It's always complaints with him." Steve didn't seem to hear you. "You'd think he was a middle-schooler with the way he whines. Scratch that, younger than a middle-schooler. Even Dustin never whines that much."

Steve was on a roll now. "And Jesus, that phone call... his voice is painful. I bet he loves the sound of his own voice. Never listens to anybody. Hey, remember when he got you that rose perfume for your birthday? You hate the smell of roses. Your face when he gave you that was priceless."

The blood rushing past your ears was practically all you could focus on as you held a pen in your hands, threatening to snap. You never really knew why Steve's words always had this effect on you. Sure, it could've been because he was almost always spot on about Danny. But when Steve would look into your eyes after telling you all the things he hates about your boyfriend, telling you that you could do so much better than him, that voice nagging you in the back of your mind wanted to yell out "Who? Who could I do better with?" Yet, you didn't want him to answer that question. You didn't know if your heart could take whatever he might say.

It felt to you like Steve talked for minutes more before stopping, noticing the way you gripped the pen in your hands like it was your lifeline.

"Woah, hey there," he cooed, gingerly taking the pen from your hands, concern lacing his voice and drawing his brows together. "You alright babe?"

Babe. No, no you weren't.

"You know, maybe Danny was right about one thing." You were snapped out of spiraling thoughts at Steve's admission of something you'd never thought he'd say.

"And what would that be?" You asked as you placed all the pens back into their proper spots again with a strained breath, slightly not believing him.

"That you need to get out more, have more fun."

You couldn't help but scoff. "And since when do you agree with anything Danny has to say?"

"Since I saw you trying to squeeze the life out of that pen just now." Steve popped a stick of gum in his mouth from his pocket, enjoying this too much. "I can't disagree about you working too much. You throw yourself into work like your life depends on it. This is Family Video, for God's sake. You can spare to ditch a few shifts."

You shook your head at him. "You have a lot of wise words for someone who used to wear a sailor cap to make a living."

Steve guffawed at your smirk, brown eyes gleaming up at you from his seat behind the register. "Well, you should be thanking this wise guy, cause he's the same guy who's gonna be taking you out partying tonight, whether you like it or not."

You stopped in your tracks, blinking. Steve threw an arm around your shoulder, loving your reaction and the alarmed look on your face.

"You heard me, partying. I'm sure you've heard of it. It's the thing most people do when they want to have some fun, you know, dancing, drinks, the occasional-"

You slap a hand over Steve's mouth to stop his poking fun at you. "Okay, you can stop now, Harrington."

Removing your hand from Steve's face, he prayed to God that you didn't think anything of the warmth of his cheeks when you touched his face in that way. He really had to get himself under control, he thought.

"So, I'll pick you up at your place tonight?" Steve asked, noticing the way you glanced down at your watch anxiously, always worrying about work and never yourself. He took your hand in his, drawing your attention away from your watch-bearing wrist.

"Hey," he said, eyes staring up into yours once more. "I'm serious. Don't forget to have a little fun once and a while. It can't all be work work work."

You looked down at you and Steve's hands, marveling at how his large ones completely cocooned yours in between. You shook your head. "You're forgetting we both fight monsters on a monthly basis."

Steve let out an amused breath. "Yeah, well, even the Ghostbusters had to catch a break every once and a while, right?" You squinted.

"I don't remember them ever partying."

Steve shook his head at your ability to always have a comeback ready. He gave your hand a squeeze, a suggestive smirk playing on his lips with a tilt of his head.

"Well, maybe we can be the first."

"You're overthinking this." Steve spoke the words into his phone for what seemed like the hundredth time as he drove to your house. Yes, that was probably a safety hazard, but he'd never been a stickler for the rules anyway. It seemed to him that the risks of leaving you alone to yourself to get ready for a party were higher than those that came with talking on the phone while driving, even at night. Your distressed tone from the other end made that all too clear.

"No, I'm just thinking rationally, Harrington," you reasoned back, your words mushed together as you applied red color to your lips. Steve wasn't the only one multitasking. "Who's gonna cover our shifts for us while we're out partying?"

"Don't worry about that, I've got it handled," placated Steve. What he wasn't saying, though, was that going to this party would cost him four nights' worth of extra shifts at Family Video, courtesy of Keith himself. To Steve, that was a small price to pay to finally get you to have some well-needed fun. He'd do practically anything to see your smile.

"Well, are you almost ready? I'm almost at your place."

Looking in the mirror, you began to panic. Were you almost ready? You had no idea what "ready" entailed for a party like this. One with way too many people packed into some teenager you didn't even know's house, loud music, and most definitely alcohol.

"Uh, yea. Almost ready." You fluffed up your hair in your vanity mirror just a bit before rushing to your closet, cellphone tucked in between your shoulder and neck.

"It doesn't sound much like it," teased Steve, turning the corner onto your street that he knew so well.

"Nope," came your wavering voice as you struggled to put your shoe on your foot, hopping up and down for balance. "I'm ready."

Steve put his car in park in front of your house, noticing the lights on inside your infamously pink-walled bedroom through your window. "Well, great! Cause I'm walking up to your door right now."

You almost tripped over your own feet, nervously laughing with poorly executed casualness. "You-you are?"

"Yep," said Steve chipperly into the phone. He climbed the two steps to your front door with a smug look on his face, peaking through the windows to try and see any sign of his best friend, his suspicion of your lie growing. "Not seeing you, though."

"Oh, don't you worry, Harrington," you assured with feigned confidence, finally hopping down the stairs, phone in hand still. "I'm all ready."

You finally reached the door, swinging it open assuredly, barely stable on your feet after rushing to get downstairs. You were greeted by Steve standing in your doorway, hands in pockets as he stared at his feet.

When he looked up, his smug look was wiped off his face in the blink of an eye. He couldn't possibly form enough thoughts to have any kind of expression other than awe at the view in front of him.

He took in your dress, a color that complimented your skin so perfectly it was like a watercolor painting, your flushed cheeks and slightly parted red lips, hair that was disheveled just enough to make you look effortlessly beautiful. He had to stop himself from reaching up and tucking a fallen piece behind your jeweled ear.

He hadn't said anything, but he didn't trust himself enough just to say anything just yet.

"Hey," you greeted, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath that your body took in from running down the stairs in those shoes. "'Told you I was ready."

He gulped, his throat ran dry. "Yeah, you, uh" Words, Steve. Words. "You look great." He could've smacked himself right then and there. Your painted lips tugged upwards in a warm smile.

"Thanks, Harrington." You scanned him over too, taking in his better quality jeans and nicely-fitting jacket. You nudged him in the arm. "You don't clean up too bad yourself."

Steve couldn't help but get lost in his thoughts for a beat too long before remembering you both still had a party to drive to. He snapped himself back into reality, back to sanity and security.

"Shall we leave?" He asked gesturing to his BMW and holding an arm out to you, to which you smiled fondly, taking his arm in yours.

"We shall."

The drive to the party felt longer than you would've liked, and the car felt warmer to you than it probably should've. Work wasn't the only reason you didn't go to a lot of parties. You'd always steered clear of them if you could and going to one now didn't feel any easier.

Steve, of course, noticed your weird behavior and rested a comforting hand on your knee for half of the drive there. You couldn't exactly say if that was making the temperature in the car feel any lower.

By the time you got there, Steve was parking down the block from the house that was clearly holding the party. You could hear the loud music booming from it even from houses away, your hands a sweaty mess. It was like the bass of the music beat in time with the thumping in your chest. You were surprised your leg shaking up and down didn't distract Steve from his driving a single time. He looked over at you, arm still resting on your knee.

"You ready to go in?" Steve looked at you with hopeful eyes.

"Would you let me stay in the car if I told you no?" Rolling his eyes, Steve gave an extra squeeze of your knee in comfort.

"Don't stress so much." He took your pinky in his, reminding you of how you used to do when you were young and stress-free. How you missed those times in a moment like this. "This'll be fun, I promise."

As much as you wanted to believe Steve, you couldn't help but let your nerves wash over you, them staying with you as he exited the car and opened your door for you, offering a hand for you to grab onto. You took it, praying he didn't comment on your sweaty palms even if you knew inside that he would never.

You both walked up to the house arm to arm, the music already loud enough for you to make out a Duran Duran tune coming from inside the house. The familiar scent of Steve's cologne helped soothe the whirlwind of thoughts inside your brain but made you realize just how much more party experience he had than you did. God, you did not want to be clinging to him the whole night in fear.

Steve could tell you were entering that nervous spiral of thoughts again and turned to you before you reached the door.

"Hey," he said softly, hands resting on your shoulders. "Get outside of that busy head of yours." His hands slid down the sides of your exposed arms. His touch mixed with the chill in the air sent a shiver up your body that you fought to keep down as you stood in front of him."C'mon. Let's head inside." He took your hand in his, taking the lead.

When you walked inside, the music struck your eardrums so loudly that you felt the vibrations in your chest, along with the smell of alcohol in your nostrils. Steve seemed unfazed by it all, looking down at you with an adorably wide grin. It was hard to forget, Steve wasn't just plain old Steve, cashier at Family Video, protector of twelve-year-olds, and official chauffeur. He was "King Steve." Even if he matured wildly from how he used to be, he was still used to all this. Parties like these were practically his element. You did the best impression of a smile you could, and it must have satisfied him enough to have him dragging you off further into the crowd of people.

You couldn't see much in the swarm of people dancing and yelling, red plastic cups in their hands with mysterious drinks you didn't want to know the contents of inside. The home the party was being hosted at was large enough to fit at least two or three of your own home inside. You made a bet that everyone at Hawkins High could fit inside this house, maybe even just the first floor. Of course, this did nothing to soothe your nerves.

It wasn't long before Steve found some people he knew, booming voices yelling "Harrington!" over the music. He went over to greet them, still holding onto your hand as he did. You recognized one of them as Mitch, a kid he used to play basketball with, but couldn't put a name to any of the other faces. They didn't pay you much attention as they conversed, only sparing glances at you that strayed too far South for your liking. Soon, talk of beer pong arose and Steve turned to you right away, leaning down a bit to hear you over the noise of the party.

"You okay by yourself?"

You wanted to say no, to stay within the comfort of Steve and let him keep you close to his side, keeping him selfishly for you and only you. But you could tell Steve wanted to play and, knowing him, he'd stay here next to you all night if you asked him to. It wasn't fair to keep Steve from going off with his friends and having fun just because you were a little nervous at a high school party. You smiled up at him.

"Yea, I'll be fine." You squeezed his arm and had to swallow down your intrusive thoughts of how firm his bicep was. "Go have fun."

The brunette looking down at you smiled his contagious smile again and left a kiss on your forehead before letting himself be dragged off by his friends. A kiss that left your cheeks warm and face feeling fuzzy. And before you knew it, Steve was out of sight and you were standing alone at a stranger's party.

A couple of minutes went by before you came to the conclusion that standing against the wall like a loner wasn't keeping up your end of the bargain with Steve. You promised him you'd try to have fun, let loose a little. You could only imagine all the things he'd say to you right now if he was still next to you. You couldn't tell if trying to socialize would make this any more fun for you, but you didn't really have a choice soon because someone was knocking into you from behind, almost spilling their drink on you.

"Shit, my bad," came a deep voice. When he fully turned around, you recognized him as one of Danny's friends, Scott. He stumbled into you, bracing himself with a hand over your head against the wall, too close for comfort. You could smell the alcohol on him.

"It's alright..." you said, taking a step away for some distance. He only just seemed to recognize you and a look took over his face that you couldn't read clearly in the dark lighting.

"Hey," he blurted. "Didn't Dan say you couldn't make it tonight?"

You shrugged. "I managed to get off of work. Thought it'd be nice to surprise him." You were surprised at how fast the lie came to your lips. You'd almost forgotten Danny would be here. Now, you couldn't help but wonder what he would say if he saw that you'd decided to show up with Steve as your escort.

Scott let out a gurgled sound under his breath that sounded like a laugh. "Oh, he'll be surprised." He looked around before turning back to you. "Want a drink?"

You shook your head, looking around too to see what was so funny. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. "Have you seen Danny anywhere?"

"Nope." He smiled. "I'll bet he's looking for you right now. You should go find him."

You didn't like the feeling that caught in your stomach as you looked at Scott's grin, but you brushed it aside for something spurred by all the alcohol in his system.

"Thanks, I will."

He saluted you off and laughed to himself some more, strolling away into the crowd and downing some more of his drink. Maybe it was the smell of alcohol around you and the lack of open space, but the sick feeling in your stomach was refusing to be pushed down. You decided to try and see if you could find something to drink that was nonalcoholic. A glass of water had never seemed so nice.

People crowded around every inch of space in the house, elbows pushing into you as you made your way through the jumble of bodies partying in the living room. The center of the room came into view, decorated with expensive-looking furniture and a coffee table covered with empty cups. And there, laying on one of the couches was your boyfriend. You got a closer look, and suddenly you wished you hadn't. You'd found him and you hadn't even looked for him. Now, you wished you never had.

He wasn't the only body laying on the couch. It may have been dark, but it was light enough for you to take in every square inch of the scene before you, one that had you recoiling, almost stumbling back.

Danny had his face pressed into some girl's, his body laying flushed underneath her's. You'd never seen her before, light hair coiled in curls that brushed against your boyfriend's face. He was so completely enamored by the random girl on top of him that he didn't even notice his girlfriend standing a few feet away from him, absolutely shattered.

"Danny?" you called, ashamed of how your voice broke almost immediately. It wasn't even him who noticed you first, but the girl on top of him. She broke away from their heated kiss and looked up at you with a look of disinterest, shaking the shoulder of the boy underneath her and gesturing to you.

He craned his neck from his position to look at you, eyes taking you in as if he had to scan his brain on who you were. When he did, he scrambled to push the girl off of him and stand up next to the couch, the girl scoffing and walking to another guy carelessly as if realizing what was going on and deciding the drama was too much for her. Danny's sloppy appearance, his undone collar, and messy hair, showing signs of someone running their hands through it, made you green with disgust.

"Babe," he said, readjusting his shirt with a pathetic attempt at a casual smile. "I thought you weren't coming." He took his turn at scanning over my appearance too, eyes stopping a beat too long at my chest. "You look hot." Bile rose in your throat with disgust. You had no desire to thank him.

"I managed to get away from work and thought it'd be a nice surprise if I came, Danny." You shook your head, mad that you could feel your eyes water. "Turns out I'm the one who got a surprise."

People started to stop their conversations and look at the two of you, prying eyes making you even more unsettled. Danny took a step closer to you, but you couldn't tell if it was genuine or just an act. You couldn't tell what was real now.

"Look, Babe," he held out hands in front of him, almost as if he was trying to reach for you. You could smell the alcohol on him from where you stood. The last thing in the world that you wanted was for him to be trying to comfort you right now. He reached out and touched your arm, but you pulled back sharply.

"Don't touch me. And don't call me that."

You could tell that took a swing at his ever-swelling ego. His eyes were cold beneath the mask he was wearing like he was angry at you for your reaction, for doing it in front of all these people. Like he didn't understand your anger.

"Don't make this a big deal," he said, with a glance at the crowd like he expected them to agree with him.

It really was like talking to a wall.

"'Make this a big deal?'" You yelled exasperatedly. "Are you serious right now?" You were ashamed of how you knew you looked right then, on the verge of tears and about to break down right in front of all these people. Danny knew you didn't handle crowds like this well, but that didn't seem to stop him.

"You're always giving me bullshit excuses when I ask to hang out. Did you really expect me to wait around for you to stop being boring?"

It felt like his words were darts and you were the dart board. You didn't know if you had it in you to shout back another argument. You just wanted to leave this stupid party.

You shook your head, taking one last look last look at the boy you thought had been your boyfriend before you began stalking off. You didn't get far.

"Don't pretend like you haven't done the same with Harrington before!"

His shouted words had your blood boiling in a way that had you turning right back around, a wave of fiery anger bringing your palm up to hit Danny right on the side of his face with enough force to have his head whip right to the side. Some people in the crowd gasped, some clearly enjoying this like it was their own personal soap opera. It only made the ringing in your ears louder as you involuntarily tried to block everything out.

"Keep his name out of your fucking mouth." You pushed the palm of your hand to his chest, sending him stumbling a few feet backward. "I hope I never have to hear your voice again."

This time, you made sure you put enough distance between you and him so that you wouldn't hear any of his scathing, drunk remarks anymore. Enough distance so that he couldn't see the way your features shook with the effort of holding back a sob. People danced all around you as you hurriedly tried to be anywhere but next to Danny, swaying hips and not a care in the world. Meanwhile, you felt like the air around you was swallowing you whole.

You passed by the front door, the frame of it calling to you to give you the fresh air your lungs needed greatly. But you couldn't leave without Steve and you had no idea where he was. Yet, the idea of going back to partying like he'd wanted you to seemed near impossible now.

You didn't know what had come over you, but when you passed by a table with every inch of its surface covered in red cups filled with brown liquid, they didn't seem as unappealing to you as they had just fifteen minutes ago. You knew you shouldn't, but when you felt the sting of your palm from the slap you'd given Danny just a moment ago, you used that same hand to grab a cup and bring its contents to your lips.

You hated the power some stupid boy had over you. You wanted to drown out every thought of him that was stored in the contents of your mind. The alcohol burned when it reached the back of your mouth, and you had to scrunch your features together just to get it down. But when you found yourself coming back for a second cup, then a third, it wasn't the taste that had you downing each cup with a wince. It was the way every image of Danny's face softened and blurred in your mind into a swirl of shapes the more you drank. You were addicted to the feeling. Or maybe, the fact that it took away any feeling.

You didn't know how much you'd drank, but you did know that you couldn't help the way your body danced to the music blasting in your ears, or the way you lost track of time. You hadn't even registered the people you were next to, dancing right by them and joining the crowd of people you'd vowed you could never learn to be comfortable around, so unfazed by the party scene.

You felt yourself bump right into a firm body, one that sent you swaying backward on your feet a bit. The feeling of hands coming up to grip the sides of your arms in a firm but comforting hold was oh so familiar. You couldn't make out the crisp edges of the face above you that you should've been able to, but it was impossible for you to miss the way their cologne swarmed around you in a comforting cocoon, and how your first instinct was to lean closer to them, to let your limbs that felt too heavy to hold up be held against him.

"Babe," he called. It was the same name that Danny had called you, making your head pound and your heart sting. But coming from this mouth, it replaced that sting with a slightly warmer feeling.

"Stevie?" you called softly, letting a grin lazily come over you as you looked up at this person that you'd know anywhere. You wanted him to smile back at you, but a frown was evident on his face from what you could see, brows pulled together and eyes scanning over you as if he was checking for signs of harm on some fragile object. Your words slurred together. "Whatsamatter?" His frown only deepened.

"Are ... Are you drunk or something?"

You frowned. "What?" You looked at him amusedly but Steve didn't return the sentiment. "Pfft." A giggle came out from your lips as you raised your hands to his face, pushing the corners of his lips upward in a way that warped his mouth into an obscure-looking smile. "C'mon Stevie, smile. We're at a party, not a funeral." You threw your hands up into the air whimsically. "Don't you just love parties?"

Steve shook his head and the crease between his brows only got deeper. "Holy shit, you are drunk. This really isn't what I meant by 'let loose'." He looked at you confusedly. "This isn't like you, what's going on?"

Something inside you began to curl up and threaten to come up to the surface. Something you only wanted to keep pushed down. You dropped your arms. "Why don't you ask Danny?"

Even if you didn't mean to, you spat out his name like the word was venomous. Steve could've read that you were upset even if you hadn't said his name like that. He always could read you better than anyone else.

"What the hell happened with Danny?"

You didn't want to talk about it. For too many reasons. "Like I said, ask him." You breathily laughed, but it didn't feel happy like a laugh should. "Better yet, ask his girlfriend."

Steve looked at you quizzically, frustrated that he couldn't solve this puzzle so easily. But he had a bad feeling creeping up in his gut. "What are you talking about? You're his girlfriend."

"Really?" you said, your tone loopy and wild even if you felt anything but, deep inside. The alcohol helped hide that. "I could've sworn it was that bimbo on the couch with him just a few minutes ago." You scratched your head, still tipsy, if you could even call it that. "Or maybe it was a few hours ago. Hey, what time is it?"

Steve stopped in his tracks, ignoring your question as he visibly tensed.

"Crap," he ran a hand through his hair stressfully. "Are you saying that dick cheated on you?"

You shrugged. You didn't feel like saying the words. Something in Steve's eyes changed. A muscle in his jaw ticked and he shook his head, muttering to himself.

"I'm gonna kill him."

You knew Steve wasn't a violent person, but he's never been the type to back down from a fight he thought was rightful. You could run through the times he's come home with a black eye before, whether from dumb fights in school or run-ins with evil Russians. Either way, you didn't want to find out if he was serious or not.

You took his clenched fist into your hands. "Hey," you said softly. But suddenly it was hard for you to balance by yourself, and you fell into Steve's chest. It was like your limbs were liquid. "I-I don't feel so good."

Steve's demeanor changed instantly, and he quickly put aside thoughts of your asshole ex-boyfriend as he held you softly, like you could break in his hands any second. He let out a breath above from where your head was pressed against his chest that sounded like a laugh. "Yea, maybe it's cause you had like how many cups of beer?"

You thought for a second, but you couldn't even think of an answer. "I don't remember."

Steve sighed like a mother and moved you so that you were pressed into his side with an arm thrown over his shoulder. Then he started to walk with slow steps that used too much of your effort for it to be normal.

"C'mon, there you go," he said, encouraging you. The close proximity of his face to yours made you even dizzier. You felt your eyes flicker to his lips, but you had enough sanity still in you to draw them away to the rest of his face, taking in his soft features. He was so pretty. Steve coughed suddenly.

"I'm ... pretty?" he asked, the tips of his ears tinting pink in an adorable way as he kept walking with you in his arms. Crap.

"Did I say that out loud?" you laughed, slightly stumbling over your own feet. Steve caught you in no time, of course, arms wrapping around you tighter. That did nothing to make your face turn less red. You thanked God it was dark.

"You must be drunk out of your mind." Steve looked like he was thinking about something and then shook his head, chasing a thought away. You wanted to ask what was going on in his head at the moment, but you'd run out of passes for how many times you could make a fool of yourself tonight, so you decided to keep quiet as Steve dragged you to a staircase at the end of the hall.

With slow, agonizingly slow, steps, you made it up the stairs to a bathroom more secluded from the rest of the party. Steve turned on the lights and shut the door behind you, the bright lights an attack on your senses that had you pressing your head into Steve's chest with a groan. He softly laughed from above you with a few pats on your back.

"I think I'm gonna be sick."

His hand stopped in its tracks and he pulled you away from him, hands on your shoulders. "And that, my friend, is why we're in the bathroom." He gestured towards the toilet. "Behold."

You groaned again, head leaning back into his shoulder. "Gross." You liked to believe that you had enough dignity left in you to not be vomiting in the toilet at a high school party. Then, you practically threw yourself towards the toilet like your life depended on it, retching as the last hour came pouring out of you. Forget dignity.

Steve moved to hold your hair up as you threw up into the toilet, hands soft and gentle. You didn't need to turn around to know he was probably wincing and holding back laughter.

It felt like your insides were burning as your stomach emptied itself. For a second, you thought it had finished, both hands braced on the sides of the porcelain seat as you breathed heavily.

"You done?" Steve asked softly from behind you. "See, that wasn't all that-"

His comforting words were cut off as you retched back into the toilet bowl. Your throat ached and your eyes watered. You were miserable. The whole time, Steve rubbed comforting circles into your back. And when your body finally felt like it had rid itself of all the alcohol you'd drank, you slumped back against the wall tiredly, not even able to hold your own head up.

Steve flushed the toilet for you and sat down against the sink, across from where you sat. Your feet touched with the lack of room, both leaning back. You wanted to burry yourself in the sheets of your bed and never come out. You sighed.

"That was definitely a low point in my life." Steve waved a hand dismissively like he hadn't just gotten a glimpse at the contents of your stomach.

"Throwing up in the toilet is a partying right of passage," he comforted. He breathed out a sound like a laugh. "Same with the awful hangover you'll get in the morning."

You groaned, head falling into your hands. "I am an idiot."

You closed your eyes as you buried yourself further into your hands, taking shelter in the dark. Even if you were technically still drunk, sobriety hit you like a truck, everything having to do with Danny coming back to you in a crashing wave of memories. The image of him underneath that girl. His words, how he'd called you boring. How he'd shown no sign of regret for what he's done.

Tears pricked your eyes, sneaking up on you when you hadn't wanted them there in the first place. All night, you'd held back tears, but never actually cried, cried like you're supposed to after a breakup. After being cheated on. But now, in the shelter of the bathroom without so many prying eyes, it was like your body decided for you that now was the time.

Were you really crying because of Danny? You'd never really felt attached to him in the way a girlfriend should and, obviously, he hadn't been too attached to you either. Somehow, that didn't soothe the ache in your chest any less. It didn't stop your eyes from watering, silent tears slipping down silently. Didn't stop a sob from then making its way from deep in your chest to the edge of your lips, echoing loudly in the bathroom, loud enough that Steve could most definitely hear. He moved to sit closer to you.

"Woah, hey," came his soft voice. A hand gingerly rested on your forearm, comforting you. "What's the matter?"

You peaked up at him from behind your hands, still crying. He took one look at your teary eyes and what had happened only just over an hour ago must have hit him. His eyes look apologetic but never judging.

"Sorry, dumb question."

You wanted to laugh at him, but you didn't know if that would trigger another wave of vomiting. Instead, you just let more tears fall.

The only sounds in the bathroom were your sobs and sniffling from your runny nose, the soft shuffle of Steve rubbing your arm comfortingly, and the dim music coming from downstairs. You could faintly hear Pat Benatar's Heartbreaker playing loudly. How ironic.

"You're not an idiot."

Steve's voice echoed through the bathroom, disrupting the melancholy silence. You finally brought your head out from in your arms and leaned back against the wall again, but tears still fell onto your cheeks.

"Well, I sure feel like one..." your bottom lip shook as you spoke. "How could I not have seen it?" Your head moved from side to side, ashamed. "With all the parties he goes to without me, who knows how many more times he's done this? How many more girls he's been with?"

"Don't think like that," Steve said, trying to cut in. You were too carried away wallowing in your own thoughts to listen.

"He's always been a crappy boyfriend to me. Always. I just didn't want to admit it because ... because of too many reasons. It's my fault for not ending it sooner, for letting him treat me like shit for so long just because I didn't have the tits to tell him he was a jerk to his face. It's my fault for-"

"Stop it." Steve couldn't stand to listen to you blame yourself any longer. He couldn't listen to you tear yourself up over a boy who had treated you so badly. He figured Danny was downstairs right now partying the night away without a care for who he'd hurt. He wanted to hurt him back, badly. But there was no way he would let you out of sight for a moment, not when you were shaken up over this boy who'd driven you to drown yourself in alcohol just to forget about how much he'd hurt you.

His voice took a tone stern enough to cut into your ranting and have you listening to what he had to say. "He may have been a jerk, but you're not an idiot. And it's not your fault. None of this is. It's not, okay?"

His eyes pierced yours, a deep earthy brown that made your stomach churn from the intensity they were taking up and had you feeling guilty for speaking so badly of yourself. Steve could do that. You nodded slowly.

"Now," he said, holding out his pinky finger. "When we leave this bathroom and go home for the night, I need you to promise me you're not gonna keep on blaming yourself for this happening. Because it's not your fault, understand?"

Your lips trembled, but your heart swelled with how much you loved the boy in front of you. You took his pinky in yours, squeezing lightly.

"I promise."

He nodded, satisfied. "Okay good. Now, I want you to tell me that I'm the best friend a girl could ever have, got it?"

With the serious look that Steve still had in his eyes as you look at him, you couldn't help but smile.

"Yes. You, Steve Harrington, are the best friend a girl could ever have." Thinking about the words, you realized how true they are. "You really are ... thank you for doing all this, for not running away when I almost threw up on you." You snorted. "I don't know what I'd do without you." He flapped his hand out.

"Alright, alright. Enough thanking, I'm the best, I know."

You laughed at his antics, and there it was. That smile he'd taken overtime at work just to see. The smile that hit him like a truck every time, the one that made his knees weak and his head dizzy. The smile he'd pay anything in the world to have a lifetime's supply of. He smiled back.

"And, for the record," Steve said, voice dreamy with thoughts of you. "I don't know what I'd do without you either."

A comfortable silence overtook you and Steve for a moment. You were already feeling a thousand times better, but it took effort to keep the smile on your face. Steve could see how your eyes still held a sadness in them that he knew wouldn't leave you for at least a little while, and all he wanted to do was reach out, wipe the tears off of your cheeks and tell you how amazing you were. Considering you for a second, something in Steve's stare softened. He cleared his throat.

"Hey, um, you know how I told you that you looked great when I picked you up earlier?"

You blinked, leaving your thoughts behind and having no idea where your best friend could possibly be going with this. Either way, you nodded slowly, hesitantly. Steve chewed on his lip, a habit you knew he'd had since you were little.

"Yea, well, I didn't mean really mean to say that." Your jaw slacked.

"Steve what-"

"Wait, crap, that wasn't what I meant." He ran a hand through his hair, which had an extra amount of product in it for the occasion. He really wanted to get this right.

"What I really meant was that," he ran his tongue over his bottom lip like he was nervous, "that you look more than great. Stunning. That you look like the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I just ... I didn't know how to put it into words right then and there. I still don't." His eyes raked over you, and you couldn't believe how much love they held as they raked over your runny-mascara-wearing, still slightly nauseous, hardly sober state. "Even now. You'll always look stunning to me."

You felt your heartbeat speed up from inside your chest. Had he always looked at you like that? Like he was so deeply entranced by you? Like you held all the answers to the world's secrets inside of you?

You didn't know exactly what to say, where this was coming from. You looked at him deeply, trying to figure out just that. Instead, you let your eyes wander to each inch of his face, one that you've known for years and should've been fully acquainted with. But, you couldn't help but think, had Steve's eyes always shimmered so brightly? Did his hair always look so soft? His lips so pink? God, how could someone look so angelic in bathroom lighting?

"I don't know how you can say that with how I must look right now," you commented with a soft smile, suddenly insecure. You went to brush a piece of your hair back, but Steve caught your hand tenderly in his own.

"You look beautiful." A blush spread through your face and Steve's heart fluttered at the sight. "You're beautiful." He didn't know where this sudden surge of confidence was coming from, but he didn't want to let the moment pass.

You couldn't figure it out either, what had made him suddenly want to tell you all this. Deep inside you, you hoped that the reason was the same one that had you blushing under his gaze. The same reason you'd always felt a connection to him, one stronger than any other best friends you'd known. There was a reason your parents, as strict as they were, always kept Steve around. Did they see something more?

A feeling of hopefulness swelled deep in your chest. Hopfuless and curiosity.

"Steve," you asked quietly. He hummed in response. You were still close, Steve still holding your hand in his. You could count his lashes and the beauty marks on his face. You took a breath in.

"Is there any reason why you're telling me all this?"

Steve's features were unmoving, everything but his eyes that seemed to dilate and swirl like pools of chocolate and honey. He slightly shook his head as his lips tried to form an answer.

"Because I think you need to hear it."

His answer was sweet, so genuine that you ached because you knew Steve was too good for you, too good for this world. But your heart still ached for another answer, one that you were too scared to voice yourself. But, when else would the opportunity come?

"Are you sure there's no other reason?"

Steve looked at you, eyes trying to read yours with a sense of desperation strong enough to have the corners of his eyes creasing. Did he understand what you were asking? He gave your wrist a squeeze, like he was looking for the courage to answer from the very point where your bodies met.

"No," he said. "I'm not sure." He interlaced the fingers of both your hands. "I just," he tucked his bottom lip beneath his top nervously. "I don't know if you'd want to hear the other reason."

Your heartbeat was fast enough that you were sure he could hear it. Could feel it, pulsing from your chest to the hands that he held. You were both pouring your hearts out with hidden messages and disguised confessions. You hoped with all of your heart that Steve meant what you thought he did.

"I think," you squeezed his hand, "I think I do want to hear the other reason. I think I really, really do."

Steve leaned forward so that your foreheads met. It reminded you of nights spent together as kids, pinky promises, and shared secrets. This secret would be the biggest of them all.

"I'm just scared that the reason might scare you off. That ... that it might not be what you want to hear. That it isn't what you think it is."

As you stared into his eyes with your own, you realized you hadn't been more sure of anything else in your life. Even if it was cliche, even if you both probably should've stopped doing this years ago, you held up your pinky finger. "Trust me, it's what I want to hear."

Steve noticed your finger, meekly held out in the air waiting for a response. Even if the tradition was old, too old, he raised his pinky and interlocked it with yours. He grinned.

"Okay good, 'cause I don't know how much longer I could've hidden it." He looked down at your interlocked fingers, and then back at you. "You're not just my best friend. You haven't been, for too long for me to admit." He gripped your hand in his, interlocked hands and pinky fingers squeezing. "You're the girl I fell in love with."

Your heart swelled. "And you, Steve Harrington," you breathed, "are the boy that I fell in love with. Hard. And I've truly been an idiot for trying to keep that a secret."

Steve smiled, an adorable gleam in his eye.

"What'd I tell you about calling yourself an idiot?" You grinned back.

"Well, that's one pinky promise I might have to break."

You both laughed with love-filled smiles, and when your heads came closer together, an explosion of emotions melted into every inch of your body. Somehow, the distance never closed. You were about to frown, but Steve rested his head on yours again.

"I want this, so bad that it hurts. Trust me." He fondly smiled down at you, brushing a piece of hair out of your face to behind your ear. "You don't know how long I've thought about this moment. How many times I've imagined it. Which is why, I'd prefer if we were both completely sober when I kiss my best friend for the first time. I want us both to remember every detail." He laughed softly under his breath. "And maybe not nauseous. That'd help."

You wanted to be upset, but then you broke out into a fit of laughter, eyes squinting enough so hard that you couldn't even see Steve's relieved and laughing face. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you in his arms as you both laughed warmly to each other on the floor of a stranger's bathroom.

You were sure you smelled of alcohol and nausea, but it didn't matter. Nothing seemed to, anymore. You knew, just knew, that this is where you want to be. Right here, in the arms of Steve, the boy you fell for, hard. You could promise it.

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trulybetty · 2 months

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Hi Betty!

For this round of daily askgasms I’m asking the Inside the Actors Studio questionnaire! Imagine me doing my best James Lipton impression…

* What is your favorite word?

* What is your least favorite word?

* What turns you on?

* What turns you off?

* What is your favorite curse word?

* What sound or noise do you love?

* What sound or noise do you hate?

* What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?

* What profession would you not like to do?

* If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?

Looking forward to your answers!

Ooo, thank you Kat, let me get my glasses on for this!

What is your favorite word? Cwtch. It's Welsh and there's no direct translation, but loosely means hug ❤️

What is your least favorite word? I'm a bit of a hypocrite because I tend to bust this out here and there, but it's 'see you next Tuesday' 😉 lol

What turns you on? Someone who makes me laugh, is genuine and kind. As cliche as it sounds, looks really do come and go, if you're not with someone who can make you smile and let you be yourself around them, then it's pretty dull.

What turns you off? Rude people - instant dislike, there's no need for it unprovoked. Also, people who don't hold doors open and it let it close on you when you're right there - I hope they get a perpetual rock in their shoe.

What is your favorite curse word? Knob is high on the rotation right now, kinda fits all kinds of situations. Other than that you can't beat the classic fuck.

What sound or noise do you love? Rain on the window in the early evening when you're curled up inside with a blanket and a good book.

What sound or noise do you hate? I'm that person who can't stand the sound of people eating - it's like nails on a chalkboard to me and I want to rip my hair out. Especially when they bite the fork too.

What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Law. I think I'd make a good lawyer, I'm usually very good at spinning situations, to the point Mr. Truly has said I missed my calling for politics lol. Plus it all fascinates me, I'd like to have some kind of career in that realm.

What profession would you not like to do? Anything that is food services - because I know I would be terrible. I have a really poor short-term memory, if it's not in front of me, I can easily forget about it. So if I got an order fired at me I'd probably be asking you to repeat it several times before I got it.

If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? "We're just as surprised as you are, but someone pulled some strings and you've got the all-inclusive suite with the waterfront walk-up... yeah, we've no clue either, but here's your complimentary gin and tonic." 😋

I really enjoyed this Kat! Thank you for dropping into my inbox - I'm going to have to come up with some questions of my own to continue spreading the joy! 💕

#betty talks #katareyoudrilling

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loner4-life · 1 year

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His Guardian Angel

Word count: 3.5k

Reader's quirk: memory manipulation, similar to Shinso Reader, can control someone's mind. But whereas Shinso commands his victims. Reader can go inside her victim's mind and control specific things, such as motor skills, memories, and emotions (to a certain point.) Effects last for 10 minutes.

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Eijirou was your best friend, you've known each other since middle school.

You did everything together, told each other everything. Which is why it was so agonizing

when he started dating someone.

Now to be clear, you weren't mad he was dating someone.

You were mad at how downright annoying she was. The way she talked was nails on a chalkboard. You weren't the only one who felt this way.

Nobody in the group could stand her but Eijirou seemed so happy so no one wanted to ruin that.

However she hated you especially. At first you thought it was just her being protective and jealous which you could understand to a certain point.

But she would go out of her way to make sure kiri wouldn't even hang out with you. He would always cancel plans or reschedule. Only to cancel again.

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You heard your alarm go off as it shook you from your sleep. You sat up with a groan as you grabbed your phone.

You can't say you were surprised that you didn't receive your what used to be usual morning text from Kirishima

You drug yourself out of bed and get yourself ready for your patrol that morning.

Since your quirk was similar to Hitoshi Shinso's you both ended up working at the same agency Aizawa worked at before he retired, The Purple Revolutionary Agency.

Once you got there you walked into the building and to your desk. You did paperwork while you waited for your team to be called for patrol.

Once you finished your paperwork you looked around quickly to see If your boss was around.

You swiftly pulled out your phone to cure your border for a moment. You decided to take a look at the official hero rankings just for fun to see if they had been updated.

Your eyes widened as you saw Kirishima's name at the number four spot. "Oh my god!" You whispered.

You hurried into a hallway as you dialed Ejirou's number. It rang twice before it clicked, "hey Y/N! What's going on?" He asked.

"Have you checked the hero ranks?!" You asked excitedly. "I haven't, why?" He asked curiously. "You're at number four!" You cheered.

You heard him gasp, "w-wow! Really? I- ha!" He rambled in disbelief.

"We should celebrate tonight l! You, me and the gang. You can bring Maziki if you want, I'm sure everyone won't mind." You lied through your teeth.

You knew he would want his s/o there of course, but you couldn't help but think she was gonna make it about herself.

"Well, should we go to our bar tonight?" He asked. "That sounds great." You paused. "It's been forever since we've hung out." You said quietly.

You heard him sigh in. A guilty tone. "I know… I'm really sorry y/n, I don't want you to feel like I don't miss you and the gang." I started, you cut him off.

"We get it kiri it's ok I swear" you said in a cheerful tone. You heard him laugh, "you're a good friend."

You wrapped up the conversation before hanging up just in time to go on patrol.

Your patrol was relatively calm, just petty theft and such.

If anyone you chased after gave you trouble you simply used your quirk and made them return what they stole and wait for officers to show up.

You looked forward to hanging out with your friends tonight. You were so proud of Eijirou.

Your shift soon ended and you went back to your agency, did some last minute paperwork before heading home to get ready.

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The door chimded as you walked in the bar, you walked up to the hostess table. " hi, I'm y/n, I'm with the pro-hero party." You said.

The hostess nodded as she flipped through the reservation book. "Ah of course here you are, right this way Ms. L/N." The hostess responded as she led you to your table.

A cheer went up as you walked in the room, "there she is!" Mina said as she ran up and hugged you.

"I save you a spot next to me" she smiled before leading you to the table. You took your spot before ordering a drink. "Ohh it's been too long guys!" You smiled at everyone.

"I even missed hanging out with you" you teased, pointing to bakugou. "Pfft- tease all you want, someone's gotta keep you dumbasses in line." He quipped before flagging down the waitress.

You laughed as you looked over to kirishima, before you could congratulate him you noticed something. He wasn't smiling, he of all people should be smiling. He was frowning at his phone, like he was lost in thought.

“Kiri?” you asked as you waved your hand in front of his face, attempting to grab his attention. He was snapped out of his trance before smiling at you, “hey! Isn't this great? Everybodies together!” He smiled wide.

You nodded, “ yeah it is great, but i was just wondering. Are you ok? You seem upset.” you asked with concern. He shouldn't be upset, you thought to yourself, it's his party.

“Oh yeah i'm fine!Maziki just texted me saying she was gonna be late so i'm a little bummed, but as long as she makes it right?” he said brushing it aside.

Your smile dropped a little, “yeah, as long as she makes it” you said quietly as the waitress showed up with your drink. You took it from him and thanked her before taking a generous glug from it.

An hour passed, laughs were made and drinks were had, you and Eijirou weren't much drinkers, you had a light buzz at best. Kaminari had just said something stupid making Mina laugh so hard she started shaking you making you laugh, however the jostling made you a little nauseous.

“Ugh, i feel a little queasy, i'm gonna step out front for a sec, get some fresh air.” you told everyone with a smile.

You stood up before grabbing your jacket and stepping out front. You took a deep breath of cool air before taking a moment to appreciate the ambiance of the street light.

You were shaken from your thoughts by chatter nearby. You looked over and saw a woman getting out of a car and turning to the driver.

"Yes I'll be over tonight baby" she cooed to whom you assumed was her boyfriend. Any normal person would turn away at this point but something seemed familiar about her.

You observed the conversation a little more, "when are you gonna leave him? I want you 24/7 sexy" the man purred.

You analyzed the women further before nearly gasping, it was Maziki. "I know, he's like a puppy, I can never go anywhere without him going, where are you going? When will you be back?it's annoying" she sighed.

"But don't worry, I'll drop him soon, the dudes a bimbo anyway." She leaned in to kiss the driver. " I'll see you Sunday ok?" She smirked before shutting the door.

The car sped off leaving her as she walked into the bar. She didn't notice you. There was a slight ringing in the air. You tried to comprehend what you witnessed.

Maziki was cheating? Why did you of all people have to find out first.Do you tell eijirou? you thought. Was it your place? Of course it was. Wasn't it?

Eijirou was your best friend. But what if he wouldn't believe you if you told him, what if he thought you were lying. You couldn't risk it… could you?

You quietly walked back into the bar, scurrying past everyone and taking you sink once more.

"You feel better y/n?" Eijirou asked. You looked up at him, his arm wrapped around her shoulders, that fake smile plastered on her face.

"Y-yeah, fine" you forced a smile. Safe to say your night was pretty much over after that. You had tuned out most of the night until everyone started going their separate ways.

Thus was your chance to tell him. It was the right thing to do, even if it hurts him. You saw Eijirou talking to Kaminari with maziki.

You hurried over, "hey eiji! Can I talk to you for a sec?" You asked, making it seem like you weren't about to crush his world.

"Oh, sure!" He responded as he excused himself from his previous conversation. Maziki shot you a hateful glare, "babe, I wanna go home." She pouted. "We will honey just one second ok?" He smiled.

She scoffed before flicking her hand in a "shoo shoo" motion. You led him outside and away from the entrance by a few feet.

"Hey uhm, I have something to tell you" you said, twiddling your fingers. "Ok, go ahead," he said with a confused smile. You took a breath, this was it. Youhave to tell him, you repeat yourself.

"It's… you're…" You couldn't find the words. You cleared your throat, " Eijirou it's maziki… she's" you were cut off by a slam of a door.

"She's what?" Maziki spat, "better than you? Yeah that's about right." She hissed. "Ziki?! That was uncalled for, apologize to her" eijirou scolded pointing to you.

"Why should I?! She's been trying to be a homewrecker even since we met.!" She screeched. "Because she's my friend!" Eijirou yelled. There was some back and forth between the two of them before you blurted. "Eijirou she's cheating on you!" You said quickly before covering your mouth.

Both of their eyes went wide, and Eijirou turned to you, "what?.." He asked silently

"I saw her kiss another man-" you were abruptly cut off by searing hot skin against your cheek.

"How… dare you!" She yelled. "That's such bullshit you little bitch!" She screamed before letting out a yelp when Kirishima grabbed her raised hand. " put your hands on her again and I'll have you arrested for assault on a pro-hero." He said slowly.

She looked almost hurt, 'don't tell me you believe her?She is just trying to split us apart." Maziki said.

Kiri let go of her wrist, "Yeah I do, because y/n doesn't lie, unlike other people I know" he spat. "What are you saying eijirou?" Maziki stuttered.

"It means we're done, I had suspicions for a while but didn't want to acknowledge it, this just confirms it. So I hope he was worth it." Eijirou spoke.

" Get your stuff from my place, all of it better be gone by Sunday" he choked before walking away quickly.

You paused for a moment before chasing after him, "Eiji?" You called,... silence.

You hurried in front of him, "eijirou" you said once more. He stopped in his tracks right in front of you. His chest rising and falling quickly. "Come to my place until Sunday, you'll need somewhere to stay right?" you offered.

He didn't look at you, just started past you. You couldn't tell what he was feeling. "Eijirou…" you said once more. "Please?"

He finally looked down at you, there was no smile on his face like there always was, it broke your heart. He finally nodded in response to your offer. "Ok, here my car is over here” you said softly as you grabbed his arm and let him towards your vehicle.

The drive back to your home was quiet, the only noise breaking the silence coming from the softly playing music on the radio. “Kiri I-” you started, but he interrupted. “y/n please..” he muttered as he stared out the window. “Ok” you said.

You soon pulled into your building’s parking lot and parked your car, the two of you headed up the stairs to your place before you unlocked the door and led him inside. It was awkward, things were never awkward between you two.

"Do you need anything l?" You asked as he sat on your couch. "A drink" he mumbled. You gave a silent "ok" as you walked to the kitchen. You poured him a drink and walked to the living room to hand it to him.

You took a seat next to him, "so… are you ready to talk, I don't mean to pressure you. I'm just worried about you kiri" you said. " I just don't understand." He started. "How did we get here?" He asked as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Was it my fault? Did I do something wrong?" You rubbed his shoulder, "Eijirou no, no no it was not your fault" you told him comfortingly.

"Then why did she do it?I thought we had something, I know you guys didn't like her but… god" he sighed. "She's just one of those girls who run a good thing… they're not all like that."

You said trying to help. "How did I fall for that… two years gone, just like that" he said, snapping his fingers. " I'm sorry" you were lost for words, you were never good at this.

"It's not your fault," he responded. It was silent for a moment before you began to hear sniffling. You looked over and saw his face in his hands as his shoulders shook.

You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him to you. "y/n, please d-don't use your quirk on me" he whimpered.

"I'm not eijirou, I would never make you cry with my quirk, but it's ok to cry you know" you said softly.

"I never cry, I'm the sturdy hero after all" he laughed in between his shaky breaths. You held him for what seemed like hours as he cried, you stroked his hair to calm him. It was what he'd do and has done for you after all.

Soon he stopped and sat up, "Thank you… I needed that y/n" he said smiling slightly. His smile made you smile, "there is the smile I know and love." you said.

He nodded before staring into space for a moment, "so what should i do now?" He asked looking back at you. You thought for a moment.

"You heal, you move on and you find someone who truly cares about you and treats you how you deserve" you said, grabbing his hand and intertwining your finger with his.

The silence was peaceful this time, eijirou turned to you curiously. " Why did you hate her so much?" He asked you, you looked away, "I don't know… we've just been such good friends for years and… I couldn't stand the way she treated you. It always seemed like she never put you first." You explained

"But I felt like I couldn't tell you… I didn't want to ruin something just because I was a little jealous." You sighed.

He smirked, "jealous? Of her, why?" He asked. Your cheeks felt warm, " I mean…yeah, I don't know I just… you're awesome Kiri and I-" you stopped. "Nothing, nevermind" you waved your hand.

" No, what? Come on, I have to know now." He teased you. You scoffed as you smiled, "Ok fine, I had like… a huge crush on you" you blurted as you covered your face shamefully.

"Woah, for serious?" He asked. "Yeah, and I felt terrible, having feelings for someone who's dating someone else? That's terrible." You mused.

Eijirou pulled your hands away from your face, his hands felt rough from the scars of being a hero, but they were so gentle at the same time. " It's not terrible, and I wished I had known, back then because well… I felt the same way." He said.

You looked to him, "what?, you did?" You couldn't believe this, the two of you could've been something? Could you have been happy?

He nodded, "I feel ashamed, I never found it in me to tell you, I know that's unmanly… I just didn't want to lose you as a friend if you didn't feel the same… I didn't want you to be uncomfortable around me." He said, you could tell the tears were threatening to fall from his eyes.

"Oh kiri…" you placed your hand on the side of his face. "If only we had been braver then" you smiled, "Can I be brave now?" He asked.

You raised an eyebrow with a smile, "be brave?" You asked him, he smiled before leaning in closely. Your breaths were felt on his lips as his breaths were felt on his.

His lips were centimeters from your, "be brave Ei" you whispered. With that he closed the gap between the both of you. Your eyes flutter shut as you let yourself drown in the feeling of Kirishima's body against yours.

He pulled away after a while, the both of you panting. He went to kiss you again, desperate for that feeling with you, but you stopped him.

"Wait wait, should we be doing this? I mean you did just get out of a two year relationship…" you asked him. I mean of course you wanted this, you've wanted this for years. You weren't going to ruin it now. "I just don't want this to be a rebound," you explained.

"No no, it's not, I want this y/n, I want you, we'll work out the details later." he smiled. "Then fuck it" and with that you kissed him again, pulling him down as you fell on your back on the couch.

Your fingers ran through his hair, you're glad he never chopped it off since graduation. His kisses gradually moved to your neck, biting down softly when your neck meets your shoulders.

You let quiet whines fall from your mouth as his hand slid up your leg, not used to feeling this kind of touch from someone you truly cared about.

"Is this ok?" He asked as fumbled with the hem of your top. "Y-yeah yeah, I want all of you eijirou~" you purred in his ear.

His hand continued its journey up your shirt before it found the foam cup that cradled your bust so nicely. You thanked whatever God there was that you decided to wear a bra that clicked in the front.

It made it a little easier for the man you had so desperately wanted all these years to finally give you what you wanted.

He quickly unclipped your bra, the relief of tightness on your ribs put a small smile on your face. A smile soon replaced with a face of pleasure.

You gasped as his thumb swirled on your nipple, " you nipples are hard baby~" He whispered as he kissed you once more.

"What can I say, you're just so sexy" you teased, "well that makes both of us" he responded as he pulled his hand away before taking off his shirt, tossing it in some miniscule corner of your living room.

"Wait wait, can we take this to my room?" You asked. "Of course sweetheart," he smiled. You yelped as he scooped you off the couch and against his chest, you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders l.

You giggled as he took you to your bedroom, he paraded inside before he turned and sat on your bed, you in his lap. You took off your shirt as well, along with your bra.

His eyes fell on your breasts, but it wasn't the usual stare you'd get from one night stands. He was innocent and genuine, merley mesmerized by your natural beauty.

"Like what you see red?" You smirked as you pushed him down, his back against the bed, his hands fell on your hips naturally.

"Very much~" He responded. You smiled, "I like being above you like this~" you said as you leaned down to kiss him, "I want you Ei, right here, right now" you said, locking eyes with him. He nodded as he quickly undid his pants followed by your hurting to take off yours.

You practically drooled at the sight of his cock popping out from his boxers, a light slap being heard as it hit his lower stomach. "Jesus-" you gasped as you got in his lap, grabbing his member, pumping it a few times.

"Fuck y-y/n" he whined as he balled up the sheets in his hands. "Are you sure you are good with this?" You asked. He nodded his head quickly, "yes I'm sure, I'm fine y/n, I just want you and only you."

You smiled, "ok" and with that you took his hot throbbing girth and guided it inside you. You cried out as it filled you. Low whines from him being heard.

"O-oh my god" he gasped as his hands gripped your hips. You began to roll your hips as he thrusted up into you.

You could barely focus on anything as the amount of pleasure you were feeling almost became too much… almost.

"Eijirou, I- fuck, so good" you whined like a dog. Your hips began to stutter as you could focus on keeping them moving.

You were caught off guard when he quickly flipped your positions with one another. You were under him and you almost came from the sight of him, all sweaty and panting for you, his face saying nothing but pure love and pleasure. The room smelled of sex and sweat as the both of you went at it like animals.

His head dropped into your neck, "I'm so close y/n, I wanna cum with you" he whimpered. You cradled his face with your hands as he looked into your eyes.

"I'm gonna cum Eiji, cum with me, p-please" you whined, his eyes glowed a little, an indicator that someone was under the control of your quirk. You weren't using it on him for malicious intent of course. You just wanted his mind on you and what he was feeling.

His hips faltered before both of you let out a cry of bliss, you both breathed heavily as he collapsed on top of you.

You stayed like that for a moment, enjoying each other in your most vulnerable. "You ok Ei?" You asked, hoping this whole night wasn't a line you crossed. "I'm perfect hun, just perfect" he said with a cheesy smile.

"Are you?" He asked back, you nodded with a smile l, "Yeah, I'm perfect too"

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