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[tlouadditc]

hate to hate you.

enemies to lovers abby x reader.

a/n: this was an ask but i forgot to put this under it 😭 anyway thank u anon for asking!! this was so fun to write tbh and also i am not a nursing student so idk how any of this works .... hope you enjoy anyway :,) also might write a pt. 2 depending on how this one does!

warnings: 18+/MDNI, men dni either, mean!abby [kinda], super fem!reader, abby's a bully :,((, switch!abby, switch!reader, clothed grinding [?], oral [a!receiving], dirty talk ;), pussy slaps [?], rushed ending because im crocheting, probably more. NOT PROOFREAD AGAIN.

abby has been your rival since middle school. she was always making fun of you- could be how you had lower grades [by a couple points, to be specific], how you always dressed in pink and in skirts and were a "tryhard", literally anything. hell, when she found out you were interested in nursing, she made it a competition to see who could be the better doctor. eventually, the amount of taunting had gotten to you and you started dressing like everyone else and becoming a quieter person.

ever since then, there's been some silent tension between you two. it was stupid, of course, but neither of you made an effort to end the rivalry. every class you had together in high school was a competition to see who could participate the most, get the most praise from the teacher, highest grades- everything. but no matter what you did, you'd always be second to her. once senior year was over, you were free from this hell and decided to finally be your true self in college.

or so you thought.

it was your first day of freshman year. you were doing your makeup in your bathroom, trying to calm your nerves. you've done this multiple times before, you thought to yourself. why am i still nervous??

you were adding little finishes- a bit more blush, curling your lashes one more time, adding a bit of glitter to your inner corner, etc. you check the time: 8:03am. class starts in 20 minutes, and you have to walk! you quickly check your outfit, straightening out your pink skirt and grabbing your bag before leaving out.

the walk to class isn't bad; a little confusing, but there's staff around to help direct new students, so you easily find your class. you walk in as soon as the class starts. to your horror, all the seats in the front are taken. the professor stops her introduction and walks over to you to speak. "hi, you must be y/n? you're a tad late, but it is your first time here, so i'll let you have a pass. your seat is in the back corner next to ms. anderson."

anderson...? your smile fades as you look towards the seat the teacher is pointing at. there she is- sitting there with her smug smirk and her always-braided hair. fuck my life actually. you turn back to the teacher, crack a small smile, and nervously walk over to your seat.

"didn't think you'd see me, huh?" is the first thing that comes out of abby's mouth, her big smile growing wider after seeing the dread on your face. all you can do is glare at her and get your things out. as you rummage through your bag, you hear the professor say:

"the person you are currently sitting with will be your partner for the semester."

you've LITERALLY have to be joking. the girl who's been borderline bullying you for years is your partner for the rest of the semester?? you debate asking the teacher to change seats, but decide against it.

"can't believe im stuck with you," she mutters, mocking the disbelief on your face. "shut up, abby," you hiss, trying to keep your voice down.

this was gonna be quite a year, huh?

abby was unbearable the entire class. always asking useless fucking questions, moving her braid from one side to another- it all annoyed the fuck out of you. however, to pass this class, you had to work with her and put your feelings aside.

the first assignment was to study and review the human anatomy with your partner. the test on the subject was in a couple of days, making it the first grade of the semester. everyone else in the class was easily discussing plans for studying while you and abby made a horrible attempt for friendly small talk.

"so.. we have a test-"

"i heard."

"goddamnit, abby, i'm trying to pass this class. can you be nice for once?"

"stop staring at me like that and maybe i will."

"i wasn't even- [sigh] just give me your number so we can figure out a time and place. please."

and with that, you two later that night made the plan to meet up at your apartment and study there the next day.

the next day

you spent most of your morning doing your usual routine; cleaning, listening to your podcast, organizing your things- basically a mini-spa day. since abby was coming over, you didn't want to give her any reason to ridicule your space. you also debated on wearing some bland outfit to avoid the bicker, but ultimately decided you shouldn't care anymore. you settled on something casual; a floral tube top, a pink cardigan, and some comfy shorts to match the top. you also threw on some pink bunny slippers to match the ribbons in your hair.

as you finished the kitchen, the doorbell rang. must be abby. you walk to the door, slowly losing your happiness as you turned the doornob. upon opening the door, you see abby, leaning against your doorframe. she's dressed in a black wifebeater and gray sweats. she has a small tote bag and headphones around her neck.

as you study her look, she does the same to you. you suddenly feel small in comparison to her; almost feeling weak in her presence. if you were honest with yourself, in all the annoyance that you felt toward her, you could admit she was hot. she was your lesbian awakening, if you were 100% honest. but since she didn't like you, you suppressed all feelings.

"someone got dressed up," she teases, looking you up and down. "this is just how i dress," you say, rolling your eyes. "come in."

an hour later, you and abby are sitting on your couch, going over flashcards for the test. abby has her information down, of course- you keep missing the same two vocab words.

"you dumbass," she laughs, watching you pout over missing the same word for the 4th time in a row.

"this is so annoying," you say, burying your head in your hands. the frustration you feel is so intense, you feel tears well up in your eyes. you attempt to hide it as abby continues to laugh, but a sniffle gives you away.

"are you- there's no way you're crying right now," abby says, genuine disbelief in her voice. "don't be a crybaby, bun. you can get it."

bun.. ?? what the hell? she's being... nice? no fucking way.

you lift your head, tears running down your face, messing up your makeup as you wipe your face with your hands. abby analyzes your face before sitting back on the couch. she pats her thigh, "c'mere, let me help."

okay, this has to be a dream.

you hesitantly get off your side of the couch and sit on her lap. almost immediately, you feel the warmth radiating off her body, making you shiver a bit. she chuckles lightly, "what, are you scared or somethin'? just trying to help you since you clearly need it." you're still wiping your face, too busy to rebuttal.

she begins to explain. "so, these two are similar, but they aren't the same thing. y'know why? because this one.."

all you can focus on is the amount of contact you two have right now: her right hand slightly touching your inner thigh. her abs resting against your back. her voice, soothing and calming, in your ears. the scent of pine and clean laundry filling your nose. you knew it was wrong, but fuck, you were wet. there was probably a puddle under you by now.

"uh, y/n? you there?"

you snap out of your slutty daze, realizing you're supposed to be listening. "mm, what? can you explain that, uh, again, please?"

she laughs, putting the cards on the coffee table in front of you two. "i'm sitting right here, trying to teach you and you still can't focus that pretty little head on this? god, what am i gonna do with you?"

you turn slightly, face to face with abby. her piercing blue eyes study yours, searching for something. you don't know what comes over you, but you completely turn to face her, move your hands to the sides of her face, and kiss her.

she immediately kisses back, hands finding comfort on the top of your hips. she falls back on the couch, lips still connected as you straddle her lap. you can feel the passion, intent with every kiss you give her. her strong hands push your hips onto hers, grinding through her sweats. a soft moan leaves your lips, giving her the opportunity to insert her tongue into your mouth and deepen the kiss.

you pull back, catching your breath as abby continues to make your hips roll onto hers. "you know how long- hah- i've wanted to do this to you?" she breathes, eyes moving from where you two meet to your flustered face.

you look at her, eyes wide. ".. what?"

"i've wanted to kiss you for forever. wanted to have you close like this. wanted to fuck you. everything." shes now completely focused of your face, trying to read your expression.

"i thought you hated me." you're so confused, you don't know whether to cry, smile, get angry, or whatever.

"fuck- i didn't mean to, i'm sorry," she's desperate, her hands moving to your cheeks to bring you back to her face. "let me make it up to you, yeah?"

after a while, she moves her hand to cup your throbbing cunt, earning a whimper from you. "you're so fucking wet, shit," she hisses, feeling the wet spot on your cotton pink shorts. "who's this for? hm?"

the embarrassment takes over you, making you pitifully whimper as you cover your face. she's quick to swat your hand away and ask in a more demanding voice, "who made you this wet, baby?"

"y-you," you manage to choke out, subconsciously grinding into her hand. she smirks, "good girl."

the praise catches you by surprise, not to mention the way her palm accidentally catches your clothed clit. a soft moan leaves your mouth, feeding into the power dynamic between you two. "oh, you like that name, huh?" she whispers, keeping eye contact with you as she rubs your clothed cunt. "you wanna be my good girl?"

"yes, oh my god-" you're chasing your high, overwhelmed by all the feelings you feel. she hums in response, clearly satisfied by your state. she moves a hand to your face, inserting a thumb into your mouth. you suck on her thumb, moaning around it as your hips stutter against her palm. "you gonna cum f'me, bun?" she coos, not slowing down at all. all you can do is nod, too caught up in the knots forming in your abdomen. "go ahead, pretty girl. cum for mommy."

the name pushes you over the edge, making you clench around nothing in your shorts. abby still has her hand over your cunt, feeling the wet spot grow as you pitifully moan. she talks you through your orgasm, mostly praising you for how good you are to her.

as you catch your breath, she removes her thumb from your mouth and peppers small kisses across your cheeks, releasing small praise in between. once you come to your senses, she's still under you, chuckling at your fucked out state. she mutters something along the lines of 'you're so cute' before you start to giggle with her.

you accidentally grind against her while laughing, making abby whine. you immediately realize you haven't helped her at all, making you guilty. you reach a hand down to her heat, feeling her warm cunt under her sweats. she hisses, hips bucking up onto your fingers. you get up and stand in front of her.

"sit up," you say, catching abby by surprise. she hesitantly sits up, looking suspiciously at you. "what for?" she questions, side eyeing you. you chuckle as you kneel in front of her, placing hands on her strong thighs. you reach a hand up to the band of her bottoms, signaling for them to come off. "m' gonna help you."

if her boxers weren't already soaked, they definitely were now. her face heats up as she shyly takes off her sweats, leaving her in just her wifebeater and undergarments. she puts her knees up to her chest, looking away as you assess the wet patch on her boxers.

"i make you this wet, abs?" you say quietly, pointer finger tracing her slit. she slightly gasps at the contact, slightly nodding to answer your question. "use your words. i know you can do it."

"you do, clearly. you've made me this horny for you for years, so yeah." she's being a brat, acting like she's in charge! you give her cunt a small slap, a small surprised moan leaving her lips.

"act like a brat, get treated like one." she stares at you, surprised that you went from such a submissive state to a dominant persona. you tease her, feeling her sensitive bud through her boxers. she whimpers, gripping onto the couch for any stability. "i think it's about time we get these off," you pull at the top of her boxers, "don't you think?"

she immediately gets up and takes them off, sitting back on the couch. she sits and moves her hips to the edge of the couch to reveal her cunt, glistening with slick. you study her sopping cunt, making her nervous under your gaze. "not so cocky now, hm?" you tease, making her face heat up as she huffs and puffs.

"please t-touch me," she almost whispers, barely able to be heard. you could've let up from here, but you don't.

"what was that? i'm gonna need you to be a bit louder, babe."

she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, swallowing her pride. "please touch me," she musters out.

she was such a pretty site to see, how could you possibly deny her? "okay, baby."

you spread her lips apart, revealing her swollen, sensitive clit. she shudders, cold air meeting her core. she's not sure what to expect until you dip your head down and place a flat tongue on her heat, making her gasp.

her reaction makes you smile; you quickly latch onto her clit and suck, still watching her reaction. she throws her head back, moaning loudly.

"oh, you like that," you say, quickly going back to placing kitten licks onto her cunt. she's overwhelmed with pleasure, loud moans and groans leaving her mouth. when you decide to insert your middle finger into her heat, she's going over the edge, babbling your name and please's. her hand comes down and grips the back of your head, pushing your face deeper into her pussy.

her sounds get you wet all over again, making you moan into her pussy. "s-shit, m' cumming- oh, fuck," she cries, gripping your hair and pulling you closer than ever to her as her heat clenches around your finger. tears are streaming down her face as you continue to lap up her juices. after she catches her breath, you pull her into a sloppy kiss, sharing her fluids in between you two.

"shit," she breathes, pulling away from the kiss, "i'm gonna have to fuck you harder next time."

"next time? oh, we're already making dates?"

"yeah, we're gonna have multiple assignments like this later."

you both laugh and get cleaned up before cuddling on your couch and sleeping in each others arms. :,)

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[dias-writing-corner]

I keep thinking abt yandere ticci Toby that started off as childhood friends.

You meet him through his sister as the 2 of you were good friends long before you meet her brother. And sure you’ve heard Lyra mention how her brother is being bullied and about his  Tourette’s through the school grapevine but you’ve never actually met the kid or even really seen him outside of pics or from afar.

Anyways when you meet him he’s this shy and awkward kid who’s a year or so under you and Lyra. But you don’t judge him for his Tourette’s or anything, you’ve always been a kind person like that. As you hang out with the two of them he starts getting this silly little puppy crush on you and Lyra teases both of you - separately - about it. But you blow her off as you just see him as a little brother.

Soon Lyra gets into her accident and dies. Leaving a hole in both yours and Toby’s lives and hearts. You spend more time with each other trying to remember her, you bring him homework he missed from staying home after her death and start to notice he’s more erratic with his behavior. Prone to outbursts or even aggressive behavior towards you. You can’t stand his self harm - even if he doesn’t feel what he’s doing to his hands - and he snaps at you when you press the issue too much. After you leave each time he lashes out at you Toby feels bad and beats himself up, after all he’s lost his sister, he doesn’t want to lose you as well.

But he eventually becomes so overcome with grief and anger he goes through with the murder of his step dad and burning the house down. And Slenderman wipes his memory of everything before his moment of retribution.

You notice the flames on your way to give him the latest bit of homework. Pressing harder on the gas until you stop your car in front of the building house, leaving the car you run up to the caution tape set up by police and the fire department. Falling to your knees in grief as you sob and scream his name, one arm covering your face as the other holds onto your opposite shoulder in a desperate attempt to comfort yourself.

~~~

Years have passed yet you still hold onto the 2 Polaroids of your dearly departed friends. One was yours originally, the second was Lyra’s and the third that was Toby’s was assumed to have burned in the fire. The Polaroids were of a day you all went out and got ice cream and had fun like kids, one of the last times that happened before Lyra’s death.

Anyways you’d be well into college, perhaps junior or senior year? Focusing on studies has been hard for the past few months due to feeling like you’re being watched constantly. And quite honestly it’s starting to affect your grades. So you go out to the woods, to a part where the hiking path leads to a small clearing with one or two picnic tables. Settling down at one with your books and notes you try to let the sounds of the woods envelope you in peace and quiet to focus. Only for it to get a little too quiet and set off that feeling of being watched once more.

After a while you realize you’re not going to get much of anything done like this. You try to leave but as you get to the start of the path that leads home you find yourself stuck to a tree. Back digging into the harsh bark of the tree, a strange man with orange tinted goggles over the eyes and a strange mask covering the lower part of the face. You can hear the man breathe heavy, only one arm of his presses into you and holds you still.

Something in you tells you to keep quiet, an almost primal urge to make yourself as small as possible. You try to shrink into the tree behind you. Noticing the 2 deadly weapons fastened onto his hips, a small whimper escapes you as tears form in your eyes. He reaches down into his pocket and brings out a folded piece of film, unfolding it and showing you it. It’s crumpled around the edges and worn but you can still make out the smiling faces of a young Lyra Toby and you.

“H-how do you have that? It should’ve burned…” you ask in astonishment as tears threaten to fall from your eyes at the memories of your deceased friends.

The man’s neck twitches so hard you worry it’d snap, he doesn’t say anything and just points at young you in the picture. You nod your head and say “ye-yes that’s me..” assuming that’s what the man was asking. Using his free hand he tugs the goggles off his face and lets them rest in the messy brown hair atop his head.

Eyes crinkled in a sort of joy or maybe excitement as he finally speaks up. “F-f-found yo-ou”

#ticci toby #creepy pasta #creepypasta #ticci toby creepypasta #ticci toby x y/n #ticci toby x reader #ticci Toby imagine #tw yandere #I don’t think I’ll ever write a full on thing for him or any other creepypastas until I work through my personal cringe #this is the closest thing you’ll get from me for any of them. I’ve just been having Toby thoughts #not edited

[boxofbonesfic]

Title: Alpha

Pairing: Alpha! Prince!Lloyd Hansen x Omega!Reader

Kink Prompt: Alpha 

Word Count: 1,987

Summary: You try to keep your designation from the crown prince.

Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon, A/B/O, Mating/Heat Cycles, Regency AU, Public Sex, Smut, Darkfic, AU: Dark, Dead Dove: Do not eat, Minors DNI!

A/N: entry number seven, super late, i’m sorry!! i hope you all enjoy. divider by @firefly-graphics​

The goblet crashes against the wall, its contents staining the tapestry deep crimson. You flinch at the sound of it, though you keep your hands folded primly behind you and your eyes trained on the smooth stone floor. You know better than to allow your curiosity free reign, especially here. 

 “Is this all you have to offer?” The prince’s sneer is evident in his tone. “Barren, withered stock?” Through your lowered lashes, you see the duke flinch, his fingers tightening around his daughter’s hand. “Your daughter is ten years my senior, Lord Thayne,” he drawls. “And she is a Beta.” Prince Lloyd spits the word out venomously. And though his vitriol is not directed at you, you feel yourself shrink anyway, your fingers tangling nervously in the coarse cotton weave of your plain skirts.

 This time, you cannot force your eyes to remain locked on the gray stone. You peek up through your lashes, your breath suspended in your lungs as Lord Thayne bows his head respectfully despite the prince’s insult. 

 “My Prince, when your Lord father bade his court to bring forth their eligible daughters, he did not specify that only those with suitable Omega offspring come forward.” The prince’s eyes narrow, and for a fearful moment you wonder if he will reach for his sword. But his hand only twitches upon the gilded, polished wood of the throne. 

 “Lord Thayne, how long have you served my father?” He asks quietly, leaning forward to address the older man. Thayne casts a rather unsure look about the silent, almost empty throne room. Indeed, only his Majesty, the Prince and the King’s counsel of advisors were present, other than Lord Thayne and his red-faced daughter. You try to make yourself as small as possible, shrinking against the wall as you clutch desperately at the bundle of herbs in the pockets of your skirt.

 “Two score years at least, my Prince.” Thayne answers. Confusion is written in the deep wrinkles lining his brow. 

 “And in that time, Lord Thayne, how often would you say the King himself has asked you to rule in his stead?” The room grows so quiet, you swear you can hear the sound of Thayne’s heart pounding as his eyes widen. 

 “M-my Prince, I—” The prince holds up a hand, quieting him. 

 “You have not ruled a kingdom, Lord Thayne. You have not even ruled a fiefdom. How can you claim to know the will of His Majesty? From the looks of it, the only place you hold counsel is your own home, and even that is lacking.”

 Lord Thayne’s face is red with anger and embarrassment, his hands clutched into angry fists at his sides. You feel even worse for his daughter, who stands stoically behind him, though her eyes are glassy and wet with unshed tears. Prince Lloyd sighs, waving a dismissively. 

 “I grow bored of this endless parade of incompetence.” He looks to his left, where advisor Carmichael nervously wrings his hands. “Lord Carmichael. Inform my father I am finished for the day. I will see no more.”

 Silently, you move through the throne room as they depart. You gather their discarded goblets, and other refuse as quickly as you can, eager to escape from the chamber. Your movements are quick and nervous. The room is muddy with scents,ball pushing up against one another. Your hand strays to the bundle of wormwood and verbena hidden in the pocket of your skirt. 

 The prince’s cruel insults still ring in your ears as you make your way through the vast hall, your head lowered. Though they were meant as insults, you hear them as threats. You know what the prince seeks—what he has sought relentlessly since your first heat a month ago. 

The memory still dredges up needle-sharp fear. The prince pounding insistently at the door to the servant’s quarters, scratching at it until his fingernails bled and his throat grew hoarse from shouting.

 “It’ll block your scent, mostly.”  You hope Piha was right, her nervous instruction in the servant’s quarters weeks before would now be tested. You pluck up the pieces of shattered glass, making a basket of your apron. A sly glance through your lashes tells you Prince Lloyd has not noticed you. His rapt attention remains on the advisors, and their urgent whispers.

 Good.

 Madge drops a few more pieces of jagged glass into your apron, and eyes the stained tapestry with frustration. 

 “I shall have to have one taken from the east wing to replace it. Dispose of these,” she waves a hand at you. “There is more work to be done upon your return.” 

 Though you are only temporarily dismissed, you feel lighter as you leave the throne room. It worked. You feel almost giddy, heartened by your success. You dump the glass in your apron into the dirt outside the kitchens, giving it a good shake to dislodge any stubborn shards. I shall have to pick the herbs fresh once a week, so they stay fresh—So preoccupied with your thoughts are you that the crunch of dry dirt under boots goes completely unnoticed. 

 “You think to deceive me with weeds?” The cool voice stops you in your tracks as the hair at the back of your neck stands up. The prince watches you from the doorway his eyes dark. He runs his tongue across his lips. “Omega.” 

 “M-my P-prince, I—” Your eyes dart nervously around the small courtyard, searching for an exit. “I-I am not—”

 “Do not lie to me.” He snarls, taking a menacing step forward. “Come here, Omega.” A miserable little whine bubbles out from between your lips as you try to resist the command, sweat beading at your brow as your body tries to move without your permission. You lose, though, releasing a shuddering breath as your feet carry you right to him. You despise the part of you that preens at his attention, the part of you that had fought and cried to be allowed to answer the prince’s desperate calls weeks earlier. 

 He slips a finger beneath your chin, tilting your head to the side. The modest neckline of your dress hides the untouched gland at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Slowly, the prince undoes the clasp, and you hear him hum low in his throat with approval at your unmarked skin. 

 “I thought myself mad,” he says, tracing the shape of your gland through your skin. “But I wasn’t, was I, Omega?” Prince Lloyd chuckles. “Though if you had your way, I would still be chasing shadows.” He undoes another few, his fingers straying across each inch of new skin he reveals. The impropriety of it makes you tremble, though your body refuses to cooperate with your desire to flee. “You are a lovely thing, aren’t you?” He murmurs appreciatively, either ignorant of or unbothered by the discomfort on your face. 

 Alpha hasn’t given permission.

 “Pl-please, m-my Prince, I won’t tell anyone, I—” You hiccup wetly as terrified tears well in your wide eyes. “Th-the King will not stand for it!” You hope to temper his lust with the mention of his father. He is a prince, invisible to the eye of the law—but you know the price of attempting to rise above one’s station, and indeed it will be you who has to pay it. Prince Lloyd inhales you deeply, his eyes rolling half shut as he hums low in his throat. 

 “My Lord father is already half in his grave,” the prince sighs irreverently. “How long do you suppose he has to be angry with me?” He reaches for the tie to your stays, and you cannot stop yourself from catching his hand.  Lloyd sneers at you. “You deceive your prince. You lie to him. Deny him.” As he speaks his voice grows crueler. “Lamb, I know you know the punishment for treason. The sentence is not light.” 

 He reaches again for your corset stays, and you whimper as he undoes them. “P-please, please, Your Majesty, n-not here—“

 “Everywhere, Omega,” he hisses, “And anywhere I desire. Now, or in a fortnight, I am your King.” The prince tugs at the fabric of your dress so roughly you fear he’ll tear it and leave you with nothing to cover your shame once he’s through. His kiss is needy and rough, his tongue slipping between your trembling lips. You despise it, though the dark, wanting thing purring in the back of your mind glories in his forceful dominance.

 The chaste nothings you’d shared with others before you’d been old enough to really know their meaning cannot compare to this. The gland in your neck throbs, the skin around it heating as Lloyd presses his thumb against it. You whimper into his mouth and he devours it greedily, leaving you breathless and dizzy when he pulls away. The prince’s eyes are even darker than before, the blackness of his pupils swallowing up the blue. ‘

 He finishes with your stays, and the modest corset falling to the dirt between you. 

 “Do you think it will matter?” He asks, sliding his hand into the open fabric, pushing it from your shoulder to bare the smooth skin beneath. “What your father’s name was, the lands he never held—do you think any of it will fucking matter?” He cups your breast, dragging his thumb across swelling nipple. “My word is the truth. You are what I say you are.” Lloyd’s mustache scratches against your cheek as he rubs his face against yours, scent marking you.

 The warmth simmering beneath your skin grows to a fever pitch, and suddenly your dress feels itchy and uncomfortable against you, your undergarments constricting. There is a sickening want growing in your chest as the prince’s mouth moves down the line of your throat, his teeth nipping at your flesh. 

 “T-the people with think me a w-whore, your Majesty,” your words end in a whimper as he withdraws quickly. “I-it is indecent, my Prince, i-it will not stand before the council—”

 “The council are a bunch of doddering old fools who would rather mind their tongues than lose their heads.” He grasps your chin with one hand while he rucks up the fabric of your dress with the other. Cold stone bites into your back through the cloth as Lloyd presses you into the wall. “And once I place a crown on your pretty head, it will be treason to utter your name and the word whore in the same sentence.” 

 His words are meant to be soothing, to belay the fear bubbling in your chest, but they do not. You see the golden cage for what it is—a prison, a pretty one. You press your thighs together as his fingers skirt across your vulva, even as your cunt pulses with shameful wetness. 

 “Open for me, Lamb.” The command is impossible to deny. Your thighs part inch by reluctant inch until Prince Lloyd’s hand fits easily between them. He chuckles cruelly as he slides his fingers through your slick folds. “You see? It’s in your nature, my Omega.” He breathes the words against your lips as he claims them again. “Your nature is to serve.” He circles your traitorously swelling clit with a finger. “Serve me. To love me.”

 His fingers force a sharp gasp from your trembling lips, and your own tangle in his fine tunic. You’re burning from within, burning for him, and he is stoking it. Prince Lloyd’s mouth slides over the curve of your cheek and down your throat until his teeth are pushing sharply into the skin above your mating gland. 

 Dizzy euphoria washes over you as your bleary eyes turn heavenward, staring up at the late summer sky.

 “What is it the priests say?” He chuckles, and you taste the copper of your own blood in the air. “Let none tear asunder what the Gods have made one.” 

 fin

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[queenimmadolla]

“Your my best friend” Fluff and romance with Eddie?

love this!

  “You’re my best friend, Eddie. Of course I want to talk to you, be around you. Things are just…different now. It’s not just you and me anymore.”

  Eddie froze mid-pace, hands placed on his lower back as he stared at you. You were sitting on a log, on his jacket because he knew you hated getting your clothes dirty–you hadn’t even asked before he was spreading it down for you when you’d arrived at the secluded location half an hour ago.

  You were right, he knew it. Things were different. Had been different. Because you two weren’t just best friends. Not since his second failed year as a senior. That had been the year he’d fully realized his attraction to you and how it went far beyond just physical interest. Now, you had this bullshit ships passing in the night thing going on.

  Eddie Munson was in love with you. And he knew you had feelings for him, too.

  That scared the living shit out of him. So, he did what he did best. 

  He ran.

  It should’ve been you he took to prom, but it was Carly Sorenson at his side that night– giving Zeke Evans the chance to have you pressed against him. And then it should’ve been you he was crooning love songs to on Valentine’s Day the following year, but it had been Maggie Walthers on the other end of all that affection since Zeke Evans was continuously surprising you with obnoxiously cute gifts at every damn corner. This year…two months ago, it was Chrissy Cunningham pressing a kiss to his cheek as they both ended their relationship because their hearts belonged to people who weren’t each other.

  And it was still Zeke Evans who was trying to reconcile with you now that your on-and-off relationship was indeed off.

  Eddie knew you were considering it, that's why you’d been so distant with him, making it nearly impossible for him to confess, even if he could find the words and bravery to do so.

  He’d managed to get you down to Lover’s Lake and brought up your avoidance, but apparently you hadn’t been avoiding him. You just hadn’t been looking for him like you always did when you were single. Which made him panic, because he knew you went looking for him to try and tell him how you felt and he always had shitty timing so he was with someone else. But you hadn’t this time.

  You hadn’t gone looking for him. You didn’t want him anymore. He fucked everything up by waiting this long and Zeke would forever have the honor of being your person.

  Eddie tried not to wince, his smile appearing more defeated than bitter because despite the gaping hole sensation spreading from his stomach to his chest–he could live with the heartbreak if he knew you were happy, and that he’d always have his best friend.

  “It’s not, huh?” The tip of his battered Reeboks met a rock, kicking it across the water. Well, that was far-fetched, stupid thing didn’t even skip. Just sank with an unimpressive plomp. Like Eddie. 

  He glanced up at you through long lashes, only a little wet from a moment of weakness on the drive up to meet you. You shook your head, lips twisted into a mournful smile of your own as you fiddled with your fingers.

  “Didn’t think so.” He mumbled, more to himself as he sat down on the log, right next to you. You bumped your shoulder to his and he did the same, huffing as a speckle of joy returned to him, “You wanna know a secret?”

  You lifted your chin.

  “You’re my best friend, too.”

  Eddie let out an inhuman sound as you playfully whacked his chest. 

  “That’s not a secret, Eddie! There is literally not a singular soul in town who doesn’t know that. Even the Mayor knows!”

  Eddie let out a content sigh as he thought back to that boring town hall meeting he’d been forced to attend for extra credit–and he hadn’t been able to lie about going since every participant had to check in with O’Donnell, who had also been in attendance. Like the angel you were, you’d offered to go with him. But Eddie had decided he’d much rather appreciate you in a setting that wasn’t that one, so he stood up, shrieked something about communism, grabbed your hand and ran the hell out of there.

  And he still got his extra credit ‘cause he showed up, O’Donnell hadn’t wanted to give it to him but you’d successfully argued for him.

  With the way Eddie made sure to take you with him when he fled, he was positive the Mayor thought the two of you were more than friends. If only.

  “That’s pretty legendary, I’m happy for us.” He commented, elbow resting on his knees and chin resting on his fist.

  You laughed into his shoulder and the misery faded entirely from Eddie, how could he be even a little bit sad with you nuzzling into him like that? The depression could wait until he got home.

  “I’m happy for us, too.” You agreed, placing your hands on either side of you and straightening, leaving Eddie feeling oh so suddenly cold, and with something else. 

  Your hand was right there, palm down on his jacket. All he had to do was be brave enough to hold it. Unlike all the other times he’d held your hand–always leading you somewhere, making sure you didn’t get lost in a crowd, helping you up and helping you down–this one would have no real purpose other than to simply hold your hand.

  No more platonic meanings. Purely romantic. 

  You’d immediately know what he was trying to say. Trying to tell you.

  And you could easily crush him, crush his heart, crush his soul by rightfully prying your hand away and leaving him behind, broken for daring to defy the What If. 

  It’s what he’d been scared of all these years, what kept him running and from asking you to be his. Everything would change in an instant, be it for better or for worse.

  Eddie didn’t have to think twice, he could put himself back together, tape the shards of himself in place but he couldn’t let you go again.

  He placed his palm over your much smaller one.

  You turned your hand over, palm up, so you could intertwine your fingers and he squeezed.

  You were wrong, you both knew it.

  It was just you and Eddie.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson fluff #lovesick!eddie muncon #eddie munson blurbs #pinning!eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson drabble

[wolven91]

Approach With Care

Fofar was giddy.

Each of her pedipalps ran over each other in eagerness in an unbecoming display. It mattered little, she was alone and the lift that was to deliver her to her very own human was opaque. The eight legged creature dominated the lift, the black and red chintin on her abdomen took up the majority of the space whilst she had to lower herself so her head did not hit the ceiling. She closed her eyes, leant her head back and breathed in slowly through her nose.

She had trained thoroughly for this day. She had mastered her body and its movements, movements that could easily harm one of her charges if she was not fully aware of where they were in relation to her body. Her multitude of eyes would help keep track of them and her reactions were far beyond their ability to move but when one wrong move could spell disaster, it was beyond simple instinct. 

When she focused, as when she were hunting, they would move slowly to her, as if they ran or moved through treacle, but that didn't mean she could be lackadaisical about it. As she waited for the lift to raise her all the way up the main spire, she crossed her arms and leant her head against a raised finger. She began to tap it against the side of an exposed fang as her mind wandered. 

'Hunting', an apt word. Forfar’s species were not a welcome one by most standards, partially because of their way of thinking, of describing things. Aracnaie were a registered species and had very minimal clashes with the Community as whole, ignoring the odd one or two ‘bad apples’. But it did not stop the prejudice the other sentients had for those with chitin instead of fur or scale. However, Forfar had wanted to work with humans for as long as she had known that they existed, they were her 'prey' more than anything else, small minded fools meant little to her. She had lived through the resistance to this career, her obsession with them was described as almost fetishistic by those trying to pull her down. 

Maybe they were right, she considered before coming back to her previous conclusion on the matter.

She didn't care about their opinions.

Humanity’s obscenely cute faces, their squishy bodies, everything about them made her want to hold them, squeeze them. To bite them.

She mentally checked herself, blood red eyes opening to watch the number at the top of the lift steadily climb. But she wouldn't bite them. Not yet. Forfar knew that they were skittish, understandably. 

Forfar was top of her class, she had ensured that she was considered a ‘senior’ guardian just so she could have her pick of the available humans. So she stacked the deck in her favour; utilised every avenue she could to find a favourable human that wouldn't be instantly dismissive of her, of what she was, of how alien she was.

The aracnaie had done far more research into what charge she was to look after than what was normally required. Most simply threw their names into the guardian program and hoped to be paired with a human. Forfar had ensured none of her charges had 'Arachnophobia' on their files, this was important due to something from their home planet, not a concern anymore. Furthermore, she had no interest in an uphill battle and sought out the less common ‘xenophile’ classification. 

Was it enough though? Her pedipalps lashed again in worry as the lift 'dinged'.

She carefully moved out of the lift and arranged herself so she was the picture of calm professionalism before making her way into the meeting room. Forfar settled herself in the seating area and cast her eyes around the room. It was where she would meet her new ward. Where the hunt would finally begin and all the preparation of the last few months would bare fruit.

She got up and arranged the pillows for her charge in front of her and held her hands over each other in front of her in a demur pose before giving the room another calculating glare. She hoped it all would put them at ease to see her 'submissive'. 

An act; she hated the idea of submitting, but she had only one shot at this.

When the human, a female, finally walked in, her stumbling gait and general unsteady nature called to Fofar to grab them, bind her so they were safe and dote on her so she wouldn't harm herself. She felt herself tense to rise and do just that, before catching herself at the last moment.

No.

She had to be careful, she would work slowly and patiently on this one.

The human settled herself on the cushion in front of her; dwarfed as she was by the aracnaie’s size, she stared up, mouth agape. Forfar mentally made a face; she could be patient.

She would let her climb deeper into her web first.

===*===

Francis swallowed to try and bring some moisture back to her parched throat. She was now sat cross-legged in front of her new roommate. She’d been looking forward to seeing who out of the races she had seen so far she’d be assigned to. 

The jock-like taurians? The massive ursidains? Perhaps the ‘curious’ felinoids? The fact that her assigned partner was a giant spider or.. spider-centaur? Was not lost on her.

When she filled in the questionnaire, Francis hadn't thought much to the arachnophobia question, but now worried that perhaps she had been hasty with her answers and tried to wrack her brain for any others that might have ramifications that she'll only discover later.

You know what? It’s fine. She’s dealt with bigger ones in her parents old shed, this one at least could talk. It could talk right?

“Good day, I’m Forfar. I'm grateful you came to see me. I was worried that I'd never get a friend..." the giant spider-lady said in a sad voice, dipping her head somewhat. “If I wasn’t what you were wishing for, you can decline me.”

Francis wasn't made of stone, regardless of the source she could hear the sadness within the tone of the larger creature. Clearing her throat Francis tried to maintain eye contact, despite the height difference requiring her to look past the ample cleavage that was between them.

"Hey Forfar, I’m Francis. You.. er... you were worried?"

She bobbed her head.

"Yes, many see what I look like and just run from me. I understand, it hurts, but I understand."

"Well.. you seem lovely. I'm, ah, I'm glad to be able to chat with you... so are we going to be living together for a while?"

"Yes, it'll be my task to ensure you're introduced to the wider community of the galaxy while keeping you out of trouble." She said with a friendly smile and a wink. The smile emphasised the fangs that appeared from the top of her mouth on either side.

“Is trouble likely?” Asked Francis with a small smile of her own.

"There are many cultures and cultural expectations that you may fall afoul to. My responsibility is to guard you from as many as I can." The aracnaie used her hands to gesture as she spoke, however she seemed sincere, despite her intimidating stature. 

Francis blinked. It was possible that Forfar was speaking the truth and only wanted the best for her. She was an alien, what did Francis know about aliens? She was approved by the …space government… right? With a resolute nod, she made the choice to work with the aracnaie then and there. Deciding that she seemed genuine and she couldn't deny that she was drawn to her to a degree. Exotic didn’t really cover Forfar in Francis’s opinion. 

"Well, if you tell me what to do, then I'll work with you as best I can. I don't want to make your life any harder than I need to." The human said with conviction. 

"Are you aware of my kind's traditions?" Forfar asked, tilting her head to the side slightly.

"No, none of them, I'm sorry to say?"

Another smile, although this one felt predatory, but Francis tried to push down the worry. She was being kind, she mustn't be prejudiced.

"When caring for our charges... its very important that your living quarters are connected to our web in some fashion... ideally you would sleep in our web, but I can understand if you don't want to...?"

She added the last part with her head lowered before finishing by meeting the human’s eye.

"I..! I'm not... against it... I can try it? I mean, I don't mind at all, you know? I'll learn your culture." Francis said, forcing a smile. It’ll be fine, just like college. It was the right thing to say however as Forfar’s eyes seemed to flare with joy. 'Good answer, she won't think I'm some backwater idiot if I do this...' she thought to herself, despite her nerves.

The pedipalps in front of her untucked, stroked over one another before tucking back under the alien. Now she thought about it, it looked as if she was sitting with a set of 'normal' legs tucked under herself.

She corrected that there wasn't a 'normal' anymore. Technically humans were outnumbered by pretty much all of the wider galaxy. They were the ones that weren’t normal these days. 

Francis mentally focused again. She had to work on this, on accepting the aliens for who and what they were. Agreeing to whatever the ‘Guardian’ suggested would go a long way for that.

===*===

She. Was. Perfect.

She was so trusting, so innocent and so naive. As much as she immediately wanted to guide her to their new home, Forfar took a deep breath to calm herself. She had to at least pretend that she was going to do her job, not just kidnap her new plaything and have her way with her.

After the socially acceptable minimal amount of small talk, Fofar offered to show Francis around the station, familiarise her with the sights. She seemed enthusiastic at the idea, the adorable thing actually seemed interested in meeting the other idiotic species.

Dutifully, Forfar escorted her through the halls, limiting her strides to match the human’s slow stumbling pace. The whole time she made every effort to seem harmless. It annoyed the aracnaie , but it was worth it, her prey was inches away from her. So Forfar hung back and watched as Francis approached the safety rail that overlooked the Station's main promenade.

A wicked grin appeared on her features again as she stood staring in childlike wonder. Leaning down she placed a clawed hand on her shoulder, nice and gently. ‘All friendly-like' she thought to herself.

She didn't flinch. Good.

She leaned down on the opposite side of her hand, pressing her cheek against hers, she 'crawled' her fingers along the human’s shoulder and slightly up the side of her neck so she could feel her warm, soft flesh and pulled her bodily toward herself.

"I hope this is everything you wanted it to be Francis..." She whispered into the human’s ear, deliberately brushing her earlobe with her soft lips. She looped her free arm around to her chest as she stiffened and lightly shivered.

"A whole new universe is open to you now, a new universe of experiences and sensations, my dear. And I'll stay right behind you, as long as you want me..."

She held her body against her upper torso, her chest pressing against her back, the thin reflective material of her uniform doing nothing to 'muffle' the pressure she had to be feeling. Forfar stayed still for a time. She had made an extremely overt move here. Now was the time to calm and back off…

Normalise this behaviour bit by bit so she wouldn't even question it later.

A few beats passed as they stood there, her little heart beat a tapdance under her fingers where she had ‘casually’ left them over a pulse point.

.

"It's... very impressive Mrs Fofar.." She shakily said, no more than a meek whisper.

"Miss... I didn't want any ties going into this work..." She spoke easily without releasing her. She was too easy, she could play her like a fine instrument and she barely realised or resisted…

Eventually though, necessity required Forfar to release the human and actually show her round the station, not just the impressive spectacles. It wasn't so much a full day, but it was a long one either way. At least to her as the human wandered round for hours on end, teasing her!

But now, they approached their new home.

"I must say my dear Francis, you've handled today very well. I was worried my kind's tendency for mutual contact would be shunned by yourself. It is wonderfully refreshing to find such an enlightened person." She lied.

Her kind were solitary, but it was unlikely she'd meet another or speak to anyone school in aracnaie culture. She wouldn't let her get so far out of her web to allow it either way.

"I won't lie Miss, it's not what I'm used to, but I can learn, I want to show you that we're not all ignorant." Francis said with conviction, turning to face the larger alien as she towered over her. The aracnaie smiled warmly down at the human.

"Well I must say, if you continue how you've been doing today, I can only say that I will be forever grateful to you..." She grinned predatorily at her, behind her back as she turned to walk forward again.

As they reached the front door and it slid smoothly aside, she placed her hand gently against Francis’s back and pushed her into the point of no return. Her lair.

The room was large; bigger than anything a human would need alone, but an aracnaie size necessitated a larger space. She had already hidden the human bed beneath a layer of web and removed the collapsible walls that would have made her private room.

"So I can request a bed for you if you wish... or we could try as we would 'normally'?" She lied again.

"In the Web... s-sure... we can try that?"

Forfar climbed onto what was her bed, the centre of her nest. Turning and settling, Forfar offered a hand out as she would a dance partner.

"Do you trust me, my dear Francis?"

"Of course!" She declared, trying to convince herself and joined her, with admittedly nearly no hesitation.  She gently pulled thread from herself and rapidly made a soft and light blanket, one Francis would struggle to remove once it fell atop her.

She did hit a snag when half an hour later, the human was still obviously awake.

"I can.. help if you like? We have effective ways of helping our 'friends' rest?" whispered the aracnaie in the darkness.

"I'd appreciate that Forfar, if it’s what friends would do in your culture?”

Her pedipalps unfolded from beneath her with a slow and deliberate intensity, the dark of the room was not absolute and the human could see everything. Her eyes went wide and she flinched, but was of course arrested by the webs beneath herself, so all that happened was ripples along the webbing.

A flick of the drooling fang at the end of Forfar’s pedipalp resulted in a single prick of the human's thigh. Next she gently pulled her up as she slipped up behind her head and rested it against the top of her pedipalps, now demurely tucked beneath herself again.

Clawed hands stroked the human’s face as she began to feel sleepy, a gentle blanket slowly crept over her, assisted by her gentle caress.

“Our venom, can be harmless, and will simply render the victim asleep…”

She was sure if the human had time to think about her speed and venom, she'd worry about the danger, but not if she distracted her into deeper sleep. The human’s eyes rapidly drooped before the head finally lolled to one side. Hard to argue with results.

Before long her victim was asleep and breathing evenly.

She leaned down and gently pressed her lips into the soft warm flesh of Francis’s neck. She would have a taste one day, perhaps… with how trusting the human was… she could have that taste with Francis’s blessing. 

Forfar’s plans changed somewhat that evening. From outright manipulation, Francis’s unstoppable willingness to believe that Forfar only meant well… perhaps Forfar could genuinely be there for Francis and, if their friendship blossomed just right… the human would let her have a sip. 

#conservationverse #cuddleverse #human #aracnaie #haso #hfy #humans are space orcs

[thevestigeofvanillaan]

Hii love!💕 okay that last Billy request feat Eddie& Steve was perfection and give me an idea.I love the 3 of them together so much especially Billy 🥵

Okay a thot, request if you want.

How about the 3 of them are your best friends/ very protective over you, their girl. And you of course are in love with them and ask the 3 of them to be your first and to take your virginity.

Lol ignore this if you want 💕

ooh! virgin readers are def one of my favorite things to write. my first time wasn't that great, i'd like to imagine someone having a good one😭. but yes love the idea!, i kindaaa changed it a bit so y/n doesn't ask, but billy compromises with her. hopefully you like it💗.

billy, steve, eddie x female reader.

content: smut, praise, 4some, belly bulge, reader is a virgin, biased towards billy, pet names, swearing, a lil spank at the end, they're gentle, billy is pretty much in charge of all of you lol, this is pretty long so get settled.

Felt so lonely, yet you weren't alone. The painful soreness in your arm as you've been fingering yourself for at least 20 minutes now, still unable to get yourself to cum. You miss when it used to be so easy to get off, but it only got harder each time you tried. You were a virgin, which was slightly embarrassing at the gorgeous time of 18, senior year. You knew you wanted someone to take your virginity but you didn't like anyone at your school.. besides, your three best friends would not approve of anyone doing that to you.

Eventually giving up on trying to masturbate yourself into cumming at the half hour mark, you change into pajamas and wash your hands before laying down to head off to sleep.

The next morning you wore a pretty outfit, on purpose. In hopes maybe today you could muster some random guy you could give less of a shit about to just take it from you. Flaired jeans and black flats, with a black turtle neck and a gold necklace. You even put eyeliner on your lower lash line and wore mascara. Even a layer of lip gloss and big hoops to spice it all up.

You looked real pretty, and you knew that. You hear the loud engine of Billy's car outside your home and you head out the door. You enter the front passenger seat. It was your seat, Steve and Eddie in the back. Rock You Like a Hurricane by the Scorpions had been playing too.

"Morning princess. Look pretty today, I like it." Billy says, tipping down his sunglasses before beginning to drive off to school.

"What made you wanna dress up today? I mean, you look beautiful, but why? You usually wear like.. one of our hoodies and leggings or something like that." Eddie asks.

He was right, you had one of each of their hoodies and you would wear them often. Leggings were always comfortable and never looked weird or out of place at Hawkins High.

"Thought maybe today could be the day." You smile, applying more lip gloss as you look in the mirror before closing it.

"The day?" Steve says before Billy cuts him off, "With who." more so a statement rather than a question.

"Not sure yet." You look at Billy who doesn't bother to look you back, keeping his eyes on the road. "Why?"

"Because, y/n. Some random dude isn't gonna take your virginity."

"Virginity? You're crazy y/n." Eddie says, placing a hand on your shoulder.

They were overly protective of you, didn't want you with any guys. And definetly didn't want you getting hurt, heartbroken, or used.

"What's the big deal, guys? It's fine. It's been too long to still be a virgin, I want to.. get off for once." You mumble.

"Get off?" Steve says.

"Masturbate." Billy says before he pauses, "Virginity is something you want when it comes to the shitty guys at our school.".

It was weird hearing him telling you to do something like that. The three of you had obviously touched the subject of sex before but never talked about what you actually did.

"Uh–" You open your mouth to say something but you end up just shutting it, not wanting to make it weird.

But they egg you on, "What?" Steve asks, "You were gonna say something, what?"

"It doesn't work anymore." You mutter quietly, honestly only Billy could hear what you said with the music playing and the subtle wind from his window being open while he smoked a cigarette.

"What do you mean, 'doesn't work anymore'?" Billy asks, finally looking at you.

"I dont know, I just.. can't cum when I masturbate anymore. I try, 30 minutes and I still didnt." He cuts you off asking "When was this?".

"Last night." You mumble quietly.

"Silly girl." Steve chuckles from the back and Eddie laughs subtly with him. You look back at them in confusion. "You should've called, would've helped just hear a man's voice I bet."

Eddie laughs at Steve's joke, agreeing with him. You roll your eyes and look back at Billy, "What better choice do I have, B. I'm 18, wanna live."

He doesn't respond for moment, like he doesn't know how to respond. Likely, because he didn't. He hadn't known what to say to you. You had been partially right.

He'd think on it for a moment before responding, "How 'bout uh, you don't get with some random guy. Let– let us do it." He says, rather than stuttering he simply pauses between his words as he shifts his head to watch for cars pulling into the school driveway, "Okay?".

You look down a play with your hands for a moment, "So.. after school I come here and meet the three of you here and you'll bring us to somewhere where we will be 'lone?" You mumble nervously, looking Billy in the eyes after he parks.

He looks back at Steve and Eddie, Steve smirks and Eddie shifts his shoulders up. "Yeah. Yeah, come here after school, all of you." He eyes the three of us who nod before exiting the car.

The entire day was enticing, you were excited but nervous for after school. It only made the day full of compliments and little work being done go by quicker. Your thoughts would almost solely be of your three best friends, what they would do to you. What it would feel like.. is it scary?

The school hours came to an end and you ended up finding Steve in the hallway, "Steve!" You shout, catching up with him.

He throws and arm over your shoulder, making regular conversation with you as you two make your way to Billy's camaro, where he'd be smoking a cigarette with Eddie.

"I'll be back." Billy says, handing the cigarette to Eddie before walking over to the school bus that was getting ready to leave. He makes it there just in time to talk to Max, his sister before she got on the bus.

"I uh, might not go home tonight, alright. Here's 20 bucks order pizza, don't talk to strangers—"

"Don't let anyone in the house, lock the door, when your dad and my mom get home let them in and tell them your sleeping. Got it." Max cut him off before getting ready to enter the bus.

"Hey shitbird," he'd call before she can make it fully on, she looks back at him when he says "come here."

She gets off the bus and he pulls her into a half hug, "Just, be safe.. brat."

And for a moment, she smiles when she wraps her arms around his torso before letting go and entering the bus again.

Billy makes his way back over to the three of you, and your smiling as you lean against Eddie's chest taking a drag of the cigarette.

You open your mouth to say something but Billy says before you can, "Don't." taking the cigarette from your hand, taking one drag before throwing it on the ground "Get in the car.".

The four of you enter the car, Steve and Eddie getting in the back, you in the passenger and Billy driving. He quickly exits the school parking lot. Eddie and Steve are talking about something that you can't hear in the back over Should I Stay or Should I Go by The Clash.

"Where we goin'?" You ask Billy with a coy smile on your pretty features. He looks at you before looking back to the road saying "Motel 8. Said you wanted us to be alone, didn't you?"

Nodding your head softly, looking at the road. You were scared, didn't know what to expect. Not only were you losing your virginity, but to your three bestfriends.

"Nervous, princess?" Billy asks, placing a hand on your thigh to rub it soothingly. You nod when he looks at you. "Better than a random guy, baby. We'll be gentle, okay?"

That made you smile softly and relax a little as you get closer to Motel 8. You try to listen to the boys' conversation in the back but can't quite make out what they're saying, but you're pretty sure they're doing homework when you look behind you to see the writing down things on some paper.

Billy parks outside the Motel saying "Wait here." before he exits the car and walks inside.

"Why do we have to wait in here?" Steve asks before Eddie answers "Because it would look like we were doing something illegal if three guys walked in there with a girl asking for a one bed room?" putting his papers in his backpack.

You exit the car saying, "I'm gonna go in, you guys come in... 5 minutes?". You walk to the door and see Billy standing talking to the woman at the front desk, grabbing cash out of his wallet. You walk up behind him and stand next to him, he looks down at you before swiftly looking back to the woman, handing her the cash.

"Enjoy your stay." She smiles and hands the key to the room to Billy and we make our way to the room.

Billy opens the door, allowing you to walk in first as he follows, closing it behind him. You turn around to face him and walk into him, wrapping your hands around his waist and snuggling your head into his chest. He wraps arms around you and you look up at him.

He brings his hands to your cheeks before kissing you softly, that kiss becoming more passionate when his tongue enters your mouth. You moan into his mouth as he pushes you back until the back of your knees hit the end of the bed, causing you to sit down. The most you did with Billy was peck his lips, as with the other boys. He was a really good kisser, though.

"So beautiful." He'd whisper out to you before kissing you hungrily again. "Want you all to myself." The two of you would giggle into eachothers mouths, open mouthed kisses being exchanged.

You lie down and he'd hover over you, beginning to kiss your jaw before you hear a knock at the door. He stands up to make his way to the door before you pull him back to get one more messy kiss from him.

After then, he does walk over to the door and you sit up when he opens it and Steve and Eddie enter the room. "Any weird stares from the lady?" You ask, sarcasm lacing your tone.

"Luckily not." Steve chuckles, walking over to lay on the large bed, resting his arms behind his head and crossing his legs.

"At least take off your shoes, asshole." Eddie says, flicking an elastic to hit Steve in the face. He kicks his shoes off, "Better., asshole?" he flicks the elastic back at Eddie, who catches it before tying his long hair in a low pony.

Billy comes and stands between your legs as the other boys go and mess around with stuff in the room such as the things in the fridge and what not. He caresses your cheeks, "Sorry, got us stuck with these idiots." he chuckles softly and you laugh back.

"It's okay, it'll be fun." You smile and he lowers his head to kiss you. Your hands making their way to the back of his head to play with soft blonde curls, pulling on his mullet he'd moan into your mouth quietly.

Billy begins to unbutton his shirt, continuing to kiss you. You push his chest back, "We're starting without them?" nodding your head, smiling.

"Uhuh," He kisses you again, "they'll hear then come over here." pushing you farther into the mattress.

He removes his shirt, asking "What do you wanna do, princess?".

You think for a moment, looking up at him and he stands up, allowing you to sit up. "I want you to see me, naked." You mumble nervously.

"Okay." He walks over to the side of the bed to sit down and you finally stand up. You walk over to him and turn around asking him to unclip your necklace, moving your hair out of the way as he takes off the dainty jewelry. You take off the large hoops, placing all of them on the table that holds a lamp and phone by the bed.

You take off your flats, beginning to unbutton and unzip your pants, but don't pull them down. Rather moving to your shirt, slipping the thin material up and over your head to reveal a black bra. You look at Billy's face to examine his facial expression, wondering if he wants you to keep going. His eyes trail up from your body to your eyes, seeing how nervous you were.

He places hands on your hips and pulls you to stand between his legs, "Baby you're so pretty. If you don't wanna do this we don't have to, you do know that right?"

"I want to." You say almost too fast, "I'm just.. nervous.".

"Go slow, it's just me. I'll be gentle, baby, I promise." He kisses your tummy softly, looking back up into your eyes, "I'll tell them to be gentle too when you want them to come in.".

"They can come in now if you want.." You mumble out to him softly and he nods before calling them.

They walk out from the kitchen where they'd been doing whatever they were to see you half naked and Billy looking over his shoulder at them.

You hear Steve groan as he walks over, "Fuck, you're so pretty." making his way behind you to move your hair so he can kiss your shoulder and neck.

"You guys are gonna be gentle with her, okay?" Billy says seriously to the boys, watching your eyes. Steve nods and you hear Eddie say from behind Billy, "Course.".

You look over to Eddie who gives you a look of assurance. You smile, "Come here." calling him over.

He gets on the bed nearly beside Billy but slightly behind him. You climb onto Billy's thigh and pull Eddie's face in to kiss him softly. He rubs hands in your hair to pull you deeper into the kiss. You moan into Eddie's mouth when Billy begins to move your hips against his thigh, creating friction.

You pull away from the kiss with Eddie and smile at him before Steve pulls the back of your bra back before letting it go, making it slap against your skin. "Can I unclip it?" He asks behind you, rubbing your back softly.

You nod and hum "mhm." as Steve unclips the material. It slides down your arms and you take it off. Billy looks into your eyes before kissing your breasts softly, taking a nipple into his mouth to bite on it softly. The second you flinch and gasp is the second he stops and asks "You okay?".

You giggle "Yes, B." before kissing his lips softly and getting off his lap. You turn around to face Steve. He brings his hands up to caress your breasts softly as he leans in to kiss you tenderly with tongue.

Each if the three of them had different ways of kissing you. They were all good at it, it was just all so different.

You pull away before bringing your thumbs to belt loops in your jeans, slowly pulling them down your thighs and soon completely off your body. And now you're left in front of them purely in your black panties.

Though, soon those would be off too and you'd find your self laying beneath Billy as his cock prods at your entrance. "Are you ready?" He'd ask when you nod. "Tell me when you wanna stop, okay?" His cock enters your tight cunt to slowly push inside of you. It was painful, especially since his cock was so large it felt like forever until his full length was finally settled inside of you.

"Tell me when you want me to go." He says softly. Steve plays with your hair as your laying between his legs and Eddie whispers praises from beside you where he palms himself.

You whimper, "Can you move now." You'd ask almost permission though it was your decision. He'd begin to slowly bring his length out of you before pushing it back in. At first, it was slightly painful, until it turned into a mix of pleasure and pain. You'd moan out to him asking for him to move faster and so he does.

His thrusts become more harsh but it only gets more pleasurable each time, "Good girl, you're doing so good for me baby." Billy praises and brings his thumb to rub circles on your clit, the rest of his fingers touching your lower tummy where there's a slight bulge from his large cock pressing into you.

You feel yourself coming close to that long awaited feeling of coming undone. Something that you haven't been able to make yourself do in so long. That feeling that you've been waiting to feel from someone else for the whole 18 long years of your life spent being a virgin.

"B— I'm gonna.." You moan before he brings his face down to kiss you, "Come on baby, cum for me.. cum for us." He groans and you feel his cock twitch inside of you when you feel yourself release.

You breathe heavily as Billy pulls out of you, cumming on your tummy. You laugh quietly smiling tiredly up at him.

He gets off the bed, walking to the bathroom.

"You did so fucking good prettygirl." Eddie says as he kisses your cheek softly then pecks your lips.

"Haven't came in my pants since middle school when I saw my first playboy.." Steve chuckles, continuing to play with your hair softly.

Your tummy rumbles in a giggle as Billy walks back over to where you were on the bed with a small towel, wiping his cum off of your tummy, then wiping slick from inbetween your thighs.

"Are you tired?" Billy asks, rubbing your thighs knowing they'll likely be sore the next day. Luckily it was a Friday. You nod and sit up. He helps you stand up. He's already wearing his boxers again but you're still naked. And you didn't bring clothes to sleep in.

"What am I supposed to sleep in?" You ask and Eddie throws his hellfire t-shirt at you.

"I was about to go get food with Steve anyway, I can stop by my house or his and grab some clothes." Eddie says as he puts on his hoodie.

Billy grabs his keys from his jean pocket and throws them to Steve who's standing by the door. "Don't crash my car, Harrington. And grab me the pair of shorts I have at your house."

The two boys walk out of the house and you put on your panties, already wearing Eddie's shirt. You watch Billy walk off over to the kitchen area in which you hadn't seen yet.

You follow him over there. He looked so sexy too, wearing nothing other than boxers where you could see his large dick (that was soft too).

"You're so hot, and I've always thought that about you guys but like I've never seen you like this." You smirk at him and he only chuckles and looks away.

"Surprised I let you stay a virgin this long, especially since you felt and looked that fuckin' good." He'd walk over to you and kiss you softly with his hands on your waist, rubbing them up the shirt you were wearing to rub your bare back.

You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down into you more.

"How was it, by the way. Are you okay? Anything hurt right now?" He'd ask and you'd nod.

"I'm fine, B. Nothing hurts.. and yes. Couldn't imagine my first time being any better." You smile up at him and walk back over to the bed, laying on your stomach. He walks up behind you and slaps your ass before jokingly saying "Next time I won't be so gentle with you then, hm?"

Next time.

#vanillaan #stranger things #billy hargrove #stranger things smut #steve harrington #billy hargove imagine #billy hargove smut #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #smut #harringroveson x reader #harringroveson

[iwaizumis-bitch]

boss!osamu headcanons

pairing; boss!osamu x female!worker reader

content warnings; this is japan mf so right hand driving, osamu is a bit of a reckless driver (oops), brief workplace harrassment, osamu is in his late 20’s, reader in her early 20’s, no smut but this is a nsfw blog so MDNI, osamu uses kansai dialect bc i said so (and he’s from hyōgo), it keeps changing pov whoops, i hope this is good!!!!!!!!

word count; 1,390

authors notes; oops this has been in my drafts for a while, MIGHT make a part two if enough people like this. reblogs are very appreciated <3

boss!osamu who looks to be in his late twenties, always greets you with a warm, tight lipped smile when you enter the kitchen through the back door on a weekday morning.

boss!osamu who wears solely fitted black tee’s, showing off his broad chest and muscular arms as he wraps the onigiris, his tongue poking out between his lips in concentration.

boss!osamu who rests his hands on his lower back as he leans back, stretching his back as a strangled groan leaves his lips at the relief which floods through his veins.

boss!osamu who wears black sweaters in the winter, but rolls his sleeves up to his elbows ten minutes into folding the nori over the rice triangles, exposing his defined forearms to all wandering eyes.

boss!osamu who has two silver cuffs around his upper helix, making sure they never get caught when he pulls his cap on his head. they glimmer in the light during autumn afternoons when the restaurant isn’t as busy and he’s able to sit at the register.

boss!osamu who tells you to just call him osamu one late shift a few months after you started working, as if you’d ever have to nerve to call him by his first name.

boss!osamu who watches you on with a fond grin on his face, admiring how you flitted around the kitchen to prepare the customer’s order which you’d just taken.

boss!osamu who saunters out front when he hears a loud voice complaining to speak to the owner, only to find you with an embarrassed look on your face and tears welling up in your eyes as you tried to explain why the coupon wasn’t valid to the angry man.

boss!osamu who calmly steps beside you, placing a reassuring hand on your waist as he tells you to ‘step back into the staffroom, i’ll deal with this’, in a low murmur, watching as you scurry off.

boss!osamu who comes and joins you a few minutes later, apologising that you had to deal with that, offering you a pack of tissues from his apron pocket to wipe away your tears and sniffles.

boss!osamu who tries to comfort you, failing awkwardly as he comes to the realization of how fucking pretty you look with rosy red cheeks and tears spilling from your lash line.

boss!osamu who tells you he'll give you a ride home, immediately shutting you down when you mention that you could just walk the 20 minute trek, telling you, ''my ma' taught me better than to let a pretty lady walk alone at night''.

boss!osamu who leaves one of his trusted senior chefs with the task of shutting down the kitchen, ushering you out back to the employee's parking lot, letting you step out first as his eyes flicker down to your ass, adorned by tight black denim jeans.

boss!osamu who pulls his car keys out of his pocket, unlocking the rolls-royce cullinan black badge in the corner of the carpark.

boss!osamu who opens the passenger door for you like it’s not a car worth at least 800,000 dollars, allowing you to sit on the cushiony leather seat with your small backpack on your lap.

boss!osamu who steps into the drivers side on the right, pulling his cap off of his head and throwing it somewhere at the back. he throws you a comforting grin as he starts the car up, pulling his seatbelt on and asking you ‘where‘ya located?’, in his thick country accent.

boss!osamu who doesn’t notice that you’re too flustered to answer, rather staring at his side profile as he reaches his arm behind your seat to get a view behind him. he reverses out of the parking spot, using the palm of his right hand to spin the wheel around, neck craning at an obscene angle as the car straightens up.

boss!osamu who chuckles at your hurried ‘huh?’, as you snap back into attention, thighs now squeezed together. he repeats himself, this time making eye contact with you.

‘um, it’s the apartment complex just behind the old skatepark, if you know where that is’, you say, turning to face forward as soon as the words leave your mouth.

osamu only nods in response, pulling his car out of the small car park and into the direction of your apartment.

you fiddle with your nails as a soft song you recognise as softcore by the neighbourhood plays in the background.

'i'm sorry 'bout the dickhead back there', osamu utters apologetically, his thick kansai accent slipping out.

'it's alright', you mutter, eyes flitting up to meet his for a second in the dashboard as you swallow nervously.

you can tell osamu wants to jab further, but he only bites his tongue and breathes out sharply.

your head feels dizzy as you continue to subtly check him out. the scent of his rich cologne is so strong against your tastebuds, and you can see the prominent vein on his jugular where he'd undoubtedly spritzed the opulent spray earlier in the day.

you couldn't wait to get home and gossip to your roommate about how unbelievably hot he was. at the thought of her, you quickly remembered how she must have been waiting for you outside of onigiri miya.

'shit', you muttered under your breath, quickly grabbing your phone from the front of the messenger bag and opening your text messages with her.

osamu raised a brow at your foul language, letting it slide when he sees the panicked look on your face.

'you alright?', he asks, eyes gazing to his left for a few moments to watch you desperately tap at your phone.

'yeah', you mumble out, furiously typing a frantic apology message to your friend. ‘just forget to tell my ride she doesn’t have to pick me up’.

osamu let’s out a short ‘ah’ in acknowledgement, but he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from you.

he’s never seen you your hair down, you obviously have to have it up for sanitary reasons in the kitchen but god, how he wanted to reach over and tuck it behind your ear just to see your flustered reaction.

the song on the radio switches to clocks by coldplay as he rounds the corner to your apartment building, tapping his fingers against the wheel to the catchy melody.

a small wave of disappointment washes over him as your apartment block comes into view, realising his alone time with you is almost. the metaphorical hourglass in his mind is almost full of sand at the bottom, and he wants to do something about it.

‘thank you for the ride home, boss’, you thank him, unclipping your seatbelt. ‘i really appreciate it’, you smile, at him briefly, grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder.

‘could i get ya number?’

the words leave osamu’s mouth before he can fathom what he’s actually asking you for.

you pause your movements, heart bouncing around your chest as you turn to face him.

‘just in case, yanno? can’t have my best employee in any trouble’, he musters up as an excuse, face feeling hot. for gods sake, he was 28 and felt like he was 16 asking a girl out for the first time again.

‘yeah, sure’, you say, voice shaky as he hands you his phone. you quickly type in your phone number, leaving the contact name up to him.

he smiles gratefully as you hand it back, saving the number and tucking it back into his pocket.

‘so i’ll see ya tomorrow?’, he confirms, turning the dial on the radio down.

you open the car door, swinging your legs out of the vehicle as your turn back. ‘definitely. thanks again for the ride, boss’, you duck your head bashfully, stepping out of the car and giving him a small wave.

he waves back, driving off slowly as you step into the small foyer of your apartment entrance.

he doesn’t drive far, only pulling over down the side of the street, pulling his phone back out. the digits of your phone number burn through his corneas as he types out a quick message, adam’s apple bobbing.

‘you can call me osamu. boss is too formal. goodnight x’.

if only he could hear the small squeal of excitement you’d let out, standing in the elevator of the apartment block down the street.

#haikyuu x reader #osamu x reader #miya osamu x reader #osamu miya #haikyuu x you #osamu x you #female reader

[marzipanandminutiae]

That ridiculous esthetician with the fillers on TikTok reminds me of the time a photographer tried, unasked, to edit “dark undereye circles” out of my senior class photo

He edited out my lower eyelid definition. Because I don’t have undereye circles; I just have deep-set eyes. The final pics made me look like an anime character with a completely flat face below my lower lashes

#personal #photo doctoring #we ended up buying the entirely unedited versions of the pictures instead

[elliewlums]

would it be a burden to ask for dustin henderson x fem reader 🤭

(I’m so obsessed w him it’s honestly sad at this point 😭)

maybe smthing like mike and Lucas catch them kissing In the janitors closet ? 😅

content warnings: dustin is aged up (he’s 18!!), kissing, making out, a little suggestive but not rly, so so much fluff!!

dustin’s eyes widen in a barely concealed surprise as he feels a slender hand close around his wrist and pull him into the janitor’s closet. he yelps as the door bangs shut behind the pair of you, reaching out blindly in the dark for the culprit of this kidnapping. you giggle, flicking the light on.

“it’s jus’ me, dusty!”

“shit, honeybun!” he yells. “don’t do that, you scared me.” wrapping your arms around his waist, you lean into him, doe eyes blinking owlishly. your cute little white and green cheer uniform sways as you bounce excitedly on your feet.

“i’m sorry,” you pout, eyes big as you bat your lashes. “i just missed you. wanted to see you at lunch but we’ve got more cheer stuff.”

dustin can’t be mad at you; you were so excited when you made the cheer team for your senior year and you’re continually making time to see him around your hectic schedule.

“aw, honey,” he coos. “i missed you too.”

“yeah?” your face lights up at his words, nose brushing against his sweetly.

“yeah.”

“you gonna give me a kiss then?” you ask. your lower lip pushes out and your brow furrows as he pinches your chin between a thumb and forefinger, shaking your head endearingly. his other hand comes up to cradle your jaw; you nuzzle into the warmth, letting him guide you until you’re pressed against the wall. you sigh happily as his plush lips melt against yours and grab for purchase, your hands settling either side of his neck. he smiles into the kiss as you hum happily, thumb rubbing circles into your cheek.

“i love you,” he murmurs, trailing his lips away to peck chastely at your cheeks. the kisses are quick in succession and constantly moving; he presses his lips to the apples of your cheeks, your jawline, below your ear, your neck.

“i love you more, dusty.”

“nope.” he pops the p sound, tapping your nose with the end of his finger as you scrunch it. laughing, he indulges you as you huff and press your lips to his again, murmuring softly. when his tongue slips past your lips, his body pressing closer to yours, you moan softly and thread your fingers through his curly locks.

the door swings open almost silently and lucas and mike start with a yell, turning away and pressing hands over their eyes in disgust.

“dude, what the fuck?!” mike shouts first, pulling lucas away from the unholy sight by the back of his shirt.

“what?” you ask, laughing. dustin grins patronisingly.

“oh, i’m sorry, guys. i know you’re jealous i got y/n and you two didn’t. i know that must be so awful for you.” dustin laughs as they glower; you giggle, kissing his jaw.

“be nice, baby!” you coo. lucas faux gags.

“you two are revolting.” he makes a show of pulling mike away and slamming the door closed.

“where were we?” dustin wiggles his brows, leaning back in for another kiss. and who are you to deny him?

#dusty bun #love letters #ily #dustin henderson x reader #dustin henderson x you #dustin henderson x y/n #dustin henderson drabble #dustin henderson #dustin x reader #dustin x you #dustin x y/n #dustin henderson fluff #dustin henderson fanfiction #dustin henderson fic #dustin henderson fanfic #dustin stranger things #dustin henderson stranger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things x fem!reader #dustin henderson x fem!reader

[obi-wkenobi]

1/? Okay but 5+1 fic featuring 5 times Obi wan accidentally caught anakin in a compromising position/anakin + Obi wan were in a compromising position &one time he put anakin in a (com)promising Position 😏😏😏 idk man I’m just think of scenarios like Obiwan & anakin having to hide in a really tight space &anakin’s ass is presssd against Obiwan & force help him but anakin won’t stop wriggling or Obi wan catching anakin leaving a room butt naked: “I swear master! It’s not what you think!!”

aswdelncoijw *wails* anon!!!!! the noise i made when i found this in my inbox the other day was inhuman. this is chefs kiss, perfect, wonderful, magnificent, and exactly my type of thing. i’m more inclined to go with the second option, just because the idea of them actually being together and obi-wan’s control getting progressively less lax each time they find themselves in a compromising position makes my brain turn to static. the rising tension between them has me panting just !!!!! fuck. okay, here’s a thing:

“Dance, Anakin. Now,” Obi-Wan warns, shoving them further in amongst the press of bodies around them.

Obi-Wan rolls his hips, all slow rocking and easy thrusts that speaks of his senior Padawan years spent traversing the lower levels of Coruscant with Quinlan. His former Padawan on the other hand merely grimaces, shuffling his feet and rocking his hands from side to side, looking like a lost tooka amongst its predators.

“You’re going to get us caught,” Obi-Wan hisses, his voice harsh, having to pierce through the rhythmic thumping of the music.

Anakin glares at him, indignant. He sways harder and winces when an enthusiastic Twi’lek bumps into him. Obi-Wan forces himself to not roll his eyes, instead choosing to watch as the Iradu guards currently chasing them stand in the corner of the room. The dance floor is crammed and they shouldn’t be seen, except Anakin is as stiff as a protocol droid.

“Master,” Anakin whines, “why the kriff are we here?”

“Just dance, Anakin,” Obi-Wan snaps. “You do know how to dance, don’t you?”

He is aware that his voice is too severe, his demeanour too irritated, yet he can’t find it within himself to care. Not when sweat is already gathering under his shirt, dampening the line of his back and in between the crevices of his elbows and knees. Even worse is that he can smell Anakin, and he finds that he doesn’t dislike the dark scent.

“Master,” Anakin complains again, his face pinching in distress, clearly uncomfortable.

Obi-Wan gives him a look, a look that says do as I say, and watches as he attempts to move once again. He’s gangly. All elbows and knees and awkward feet, and Obi-Wan is reminded that for all of Anakin’s bravado and frequent arrogance, underneath them is a man who is mostly unsure. Sometimes Obi-Wan forgets that Anakin’s insecurities can be found in the oddest of places. He reins it in most of the time, especially when Obi-Wan himself is around, but here on this planet, shoulders hunched forward and dark eyes skittery, he looks incredibly self conscious.

The music continues to pulse and the lights continue to flicker, all crimson red, purple noir, and electric blue as a uniform of bodies roll and twist together. Anakin continues to shuffle; those insufferably tight trousers he’s wearing are undoubtedly not helping, the white mesh shirt revealing the embarrassed blush on his chest. Obi-Wan averts his gaze. This is probably good for Anakin, to get him out of his comfort zone and introduce him to missions that involve tact and don’t just include blasting his way to success.

Still, Obi-Wan consciously gentles his tone. “You took dance classes at the Temple, didn’t you? Just remember those lessons.”

Anakin scoffs. “They didn’t teach dancing like this,” he says defensively, voice strained.

Obi-Wan grits his teeth, forcing himself not to lash back. Force, but why did Anakin have to be such a brat?

“Like what?” he asks lowly, grinning as a new song starts, featuring a filthy bass that has him rolling his hips, slow and deep. 

“Like that—” Anakin growls, additional heat immediately rippling across his cheeks.

Obi-Wan curls amusement between them in the Force and peers at him in the dimness of the room, waiting for him to explain.

“Yes?” he prompts, smirking.

“Grinding,” Anakin spits out, gesturing towards Obi-Wan’s moving figure.

Obi-Wan laughs. “No, I suppose they didn’t.”

Anakin inhales, exhales, swallows thickly and looks anywhere but at Obi-Wan. He is perhaps enjoying Anakin’s unease a bit too much, but well, there is something extremely endearing about—

“Well I’m not doing it,” Anakin bites out, panic edging his voice.

Obi-Wan’s fondness is immediately replaced with vexation. He puffs out a frustrated breath and rolls his shoulders, annoyance twisting his mouth. How typical of Anakin, to snarl like an animal when placed in a situation he is unfamiliar with. He is about to reply, something calm and not at all maddened when movement in his periphery catches his eye. 

The Iradu guards are entering the crowd—

“—kriff!”

He grabs Anakin’s wrist and forcefully pulls him forward, twisting him around so that his back thumps against Obi-Wan’s chest. Anakin makes a panicked sound and flails until Obi-Wan grabs at his hips and presses them close together, something tight winding in his stomach as he moves Anakin to dance against him—to grind against him.

“What—what are you doing?!”

Obi-Wan huffs unsteadily behind his ear and whispers, “The guards are in the crowd. You need to dance with me, we can’t be caught, Anakin. You know how much trouble this will cause in the senate if it's found out that Jedi were sent here.”

Anakin makes some wounded noise that he can’t parse before nodding, and Obi-Wan lets out a relieved breath. He keeps one hand gripping at Anakin’s hip, encouraging each hesitant movement. The other moves up to Anakin’s throat, silently urging him to tilt his head back until it rests against Obi-Wan’s shoulder and ensuring that his face is hidden. Obi-Wan burrows his own head in Anakin’s neck, frowning as Anakin's Adam’s apple bobs beneath his hand and his breathing comes out shallow. 

It feels horribly intimate and for a wild moment Obi-Wan considers changing the plan, except Anakin’s hips then begin to purposefully roll against his, his—Force, his ass grinds perfectly against Obi-Wan’s groin, just like it should if they were two strangers in a club caught up in nothing but the sweaty, intoxicating heat of each other.

Obi-Wan gasps and swallows a wanton moan and meets Anakin’s thrust. They move as one, Obi-Wan tightens his hold on Anakin’s hip and Anakin digs hands into his own thighs. The intensity of it, the rocking—kark—the dragging of Anakin’s ass against him, even over his trousers, has his cock hardening.

It feels—

Arousal coils tight and hot in his gut, his breathing nothing but shaky, damp exhales against humid, golden skin. He bites at his lip, stopping himself from groaning as the throbbing of his cock becomes an ache, so hard and sticky and wet that the friction of Anakin’s repeated grinding has him almost coming in his kriffing trousers.

Obi-Wan grits his teeth and moves slower, changing his rhythm to a patient, hard roll that causes static to pulse behind his eyes. He could fuck Anakin like this, fuck him deep and relentless—

A high, loose sound comes strangled out of Anakin’s throat. It is desperate, and enough to knock sense back into Obi-Wan. He promptly creates space between himself and Anakin, ignoring the needy whine that comes from Anakin as he does so, and scans the room, seeing no signs of the Iradu guards. 

“Let’s go,” he rasps, instantly moving away and trying to keep himself from doing something ridiculous, like grabbing at his former Padawan and asking him how he wants to take it.

“Obi-Wan?”

Why does Anakin have to sound like that? All insecure and worried, needing reassurance. Obi-Wan can't deny him when he sounds like that.

Obi-Wan glances back at him, and immediately wishes he hadn’t. He looks positively debauched; chest heaving, pupils blown, and cheeks bright red. Needy and hungry and aroused, so beautiful that it hurts. Strands of hair have fallen into his face, plastered to his forehead by the droplets of sweat trickling down his temple. Obi-Wan has to look away as he tries to smother down the traitorous arousal returning to boil in his stomach. He digs his nails into his forearms, biting at the skin so he won’t reach out and touch.

“Obi-Wan?” Anakin repeats, and despite the worry there, his voice still comes out grated and husky, and Obi-Wan has to blink against the sound of it.

“Anakin,” he says, a warning or a plea, he doesn’t know.

Anakin’s steps up to him, eyes dark and blown. “Did I dance well, Master?” he asks, coy.

Obi-Wan's jaw clenches and he breathes deeply, shuddering as Anakin leans in and places a hand on his thigh, too close to his still straining cock to be unintentional.

“You did,” he croaks, feeling fraught and strung taut, ready to strike. 

If possible, Anakin blushes even more so, and the moment of sincerity allows Obi-Wan to take back the reins he had let fumble from his grip.

“I sense that this is a conversation for a different time,” he says, voice both exasperated and fond.

“If you say so, Master,” Anakin pants, far too pleased with himself.

Obi-Wan rolls his eyes and pushes through the crowd, knowing that Anakin is following his lead and scowls in both delight and dread as he remembers that he and Anakin must tonight share a bed.

this ran away from me and ends quite abruptly but i desperately want to see them dancing and grinding away at each other and obi-wan basically being on the verge of nutting because it’s so good

#these filthy wanton men #i adore them #obikin #spicy #anon asks #fic ideas #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #my writing

[garglyswoof]

💌 send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌 :)

Hey sorry you get this because I sat down to write the fantasy you suggested and this slightly time shifted canon divergence came out instead? I blame this song for the entirety of this short fic.

He was lost for words when it came to her, so he committed the image to memory instead, mentally cataloging the shades he would use to tease out the blue of her dress and her eyes. She commanded the room with her presence, in a way that raised his hackles when the thoroughly charmed males in attendance followed her with their gaze. He heard her words from earlier in his head, “Ground rules for tonight? No killing my classmates,” and regretted his swift acquiescence as he attempted this whole “friends” endeavor. 

They would never be friends, but he would allow her some time to figure that out on her own. He knew, for now, that the idea of it made her feel safe, but he still noticed her eyes searching for him in a way that belied simple friendship. She gave a small wave as their gazes met and he smiled at her, the tiny joy of it a bright thing in his chest, growing more as she gestured him over.

“You’re not talking to anyone! Why aren’t you mingling?” 

Safe, she may see him as, but it was certainly not beneath him to remind her of that day out in the woods, as he did now, a careful brush of his lips to the lobe of her ear. Accidental, you see, the room was loud with both music and conversation, he must get in close to speak, of course.

“Just admiring a work of art, love.” He felt more than heard the catch in her breath, watched the flush of her skin near her pulse point. Desire flooded him but he pushed it back until it sat just behind his eyes. She spun away from him and he looked up at her through lowered lashes, his mouth parted as he watched her expectantly. 

She fiddled nervously with the bracelet - his, he noted with a sense of fierce possession. The bloom was still bright in her cheeks as she asked, “How do you think it’s going?”

He had no idea, his focus had been singular this evening. 

He took a moment to gaze around the hall, decorated with snowflakes and stars that Klaus had heard firsthand took “a gajillion years to cut out because that’s not something you can do with vampire speed, ok?” Soft lights glowed amongst the cloud-like tulle that climbed up the columns that segmented the hall, and the walls were draped with soft shades of icy blue and white. His eyes returned to her face, her expression hopeful and a little anxious.

He didn’t regret breaking his vow. 

“It’s beautiful, love. The finest winter ball Whitmore College has ever seen.” He watched her eyes shift from disbelieving to shrewd to pleased in the course of a sentence, and his fingers twitched, desperate to capture her expression. He hid it with a raise of his arm, a clear request in it.

“Why yes, I would love a dance,” she said, her voice exaggerated in its graveness, lifting her arm and proffering it to Klaus, who clasped her hand and kissed it, his eyes dancing. He felt the spark at their touch, saw the light in her eyes as if it was arcing over to him in a blessing. She laughed and he felt a familiar sense of violence rush through him, an urge to destroy something, anything, anyone she wanted - give him a target, give him a reason he needed to get this feeling in his chest out.

It was almost poetry, how the world chose that moment. The hall, drenched in light, then suddenly gone but for the pinpricks in the tulle. Shrieks as confused senior classmen stumbled through the darkness, Klaus’s eyes adjusting fast but not fast enough. Caroline was not standing across from him, not smiling at him. His - her bracelet lay on the ground, almost lost in the dim light. He threw his head back and the violence took a new path as his roar was met with terrified screams. He tore through the crowd, uncaring, following the faint scent of her perfume, tearing the heart out of a brawny senior who had made the fatal mistake of drenching himself in Hugo Boss - the stench was cloying and overriding hers. 

He caught the sliver of light at the edges of a door closing and let the rage build. This, this was his lot. This was familiar, the rage, but never forget he’d had a thousand years to make a thousand plans to destroy whomever crossed his path. This time, even through the whirling of his mind as he pushed through the door and scanned the parking lot, this felt different. Skeletal trees, the sentinels of winter, bent in the howling wind as he pulled his phone out and flashed a dozen texts before it hit him.  He heard his own voice in his head, mocking thousands of others before him, the words branded across his mind as if dark ink on a page; love is a vampire’s greatest weakness. The pain in its own way worse than a witch’s spell. But he was used to pain, after all, he broke every bone in his body willingly as he did so now, his eyes the golden glow of a sun’s last rays of the evening, his features blurring and shifting until his wolf howled long into the night. It sounded like both a promise and a curse, and as the wolf raced along the trail of one Caroline Forbes, it felt like both of them too.

#klaroline #klaroline fanfiction #i enjoy writing gifts i hope you enjoy reading! #ask games

[ontheshroom]

Hi hi! Not sure if you’re taking requests, but if you are can I request a part 2 of copied every test?? It’s literally so cute 🥰

Copied Every Test, Be The Reason That I Passed pt 2

Jack Harlow x reader

Fluff

A/n: so happy to know so many people enjoyed the last part 🫶🏽

Synopsis: Jack and y/n go on their first date. Both are seniors and 18.

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“So, where am I taking you for lunch?” Jack asks you, as students flood into the hallway.

“I want Wingstop.” You decide.

“Okay.” Jack smiles.

He slowly lowers his hand to yours, brushing the back of his hand against yours. You couldn’t help the fuzzy feeling that touching him gave you. You stuck out your pointer finger and placed it in his hand.

Jack chuckles as he looks down and you glare up at him.

“Hey, progress is progress!” He beams.

“Jack! Wait!” A girl shouts from behind y’all.

“Fucking hell,” Jack grumbles, tossing his head back in annoyance.

“Jack! Oh, you look good today.” The girl smiles.

You take a second to observe her, you’ve seen her before around school. Her makeup looks so thick you could take it off with a metal spatula and serve it like cake. Her lashes are heavily coated in mascara and smudged below her eyes a bit.

“What do you want, Cassidy?” Jack sighs.

“Don’t you want to drive me around for lunch today?” She asks, twirling her hair around her finger.

“No, I’m taking my girl to lunch right now.” He grins, pulling you into him.

You smile curtly at her before Jack walks y’all away from her.

“Uh!” You hear her fuss behind you.

“Who is Ms. Cassidy?” You ask Jack, crossing your arms.

“Why didn’t you say anything when I introduced you as my girl?” He counters.

“And why were you staring at her like you wanted to fight her for talking to me?” He questions.

“Unlock your door.” You glare at him, causing him to laugh.

“It’s alright baby, I’m not one to judge.” He smiles.

“You are so annoying.” You groan.

Jack gets in the car and puts his seat belt on before turning to you.

“I know I play and joke around a lot, but thank you for going on this date with me.” Jack thanks you.

“You’re welcome, Jack.” You smile at him.

Jack brings his hand behind the passenger’s seat and turns his body to reverse. Damn.

Jack pulls out of the parking spot and begins to drive.

The two of you get out of the car and go into the Wingstop.

“Hey, can I get twenty-piece, lemon pepper, with a large side of voodoo fries please?” Jack asks the worker.

“Oh, and a large ranch.” He adds.

“No, Jack. Let me pay.” You tell him, digging in your pocket for your card.

“I got it, princess.” He laughs.

“Let me get the next one then.” You level with him.

“The next one?” Jack smiles.

You try to hide your smile as you nod.

“I’m okay with the next one.” You shrug.

The two of you decide to go sit in his car to eat.

“You’re so pretty.” Jack smiles as you munch down on your wings.

“Jack, stop it.” You laugh.

“I’ll never.” He smirks.

“Whatever. Have you worked on any new songs lately?” You ask him.

“I told you, I wrote one for you.” He says matter-of-factly.

“And I told you I want an original song. Not a song you wrote for fifty other girls.” You tell him, biting a fry.

“It’s just for you, baby, it’s all for you.” He says.

“Mhm, where’s your next show at?” You ask him, stealing some of his ranch.

“Uh uh, I like you, but I don’t like you that much.” Jack scolds, biting the end of the fry sticking out of your mouth, his lips brushing against yours, causing your eyes to widen.

You pull away, in shock from the “kiss”.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asks.

“I just never, you know.” You shrug.

“You’ve never been kissed?” Jack asks, his hand coming up to cup your cheek.

“Uh, n-no. You know I’ve always been so focused on school and stuff.” You tell him.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, his thumb caressing your cheek.

You nod in his hold, scared of your voice betraying you.

“Tell me. Tell me I can be your first kiss.” He says so quietly it’s almost a whisper.

“Kiss me, Jack. Be the first to kiss me.” You tell him.

Jack smiles before leaning in and kissing you. You feel yourself melt into his touch. You’d never move this fast with anyone else. Is it possible you like Jack? The one who’s annoyed you most of your life?

Jack pulls away and you want to whine at the loss of contact. You begin to clean up and throw away the lunch you both shared in an attempt to hide how flustered you are.

“Y/n?”

“Yes, Jackman?”

“You’re pretty.”

“Jack, stop. You’re saying that too much.” You laugh.

“Well, you are.” He smiles.

“Mhm, drive us back to school.” You tell him.

“Don’t you want to just skip? Ms. Johnson won’t care.” He groans.

“No, because I’ll care. C’mon before we’re late.”

“Fine.” He sighs.

Hand in hand the two of you walk back into school. You grabbed one of Jack’s hoodies from his car and he instantly told you not to give it back to him. So, you’re walking around school, holding Jack’s hand, and also wearing his hand. How did things happen so quickly?

“What are you thinking about?” Jack asks, bumping his shoulder into yours.

“How fast we’re moving.” You mumble.

“Am I doing something wrong?” He asks you, stopping in the hall.

“One, yes, you know I hate when people don’t walk in the halls right. We can walk and talk. Two, I dunno. Yesterday, I loathed you. Today, I sorta kinda like you. It’s just new.” You shrug.

“It’s not new for me. I’ve been crushing on you since I’ve first seen you and those braids. Now, I get to walk around school holding your hand while you’re wearing my hoodie.” Jack cheeses.

“So, we’re not moving fast?” You ask him.

“I’ve waited 13 years to be able to do this, I can wait for 13 more in between each step. You’re in charge, baby, I’m just following you.” He smiles.

You pout your lips and hug him as you both walk into the classroom.

“I heard rumors but how cute is it to see it in person!” Ms. Johnson smiles.

“Now you’ll be a decent student in my class, I assume, Mr. Harlow?” She adds.

“Think she’ll kick my ass if I’m not.” Jack laughs.

“Jack! Language!” You softly hit his arm.

“Yeah, Jack. Language, now sit your ass down at a desk.” Ms. Johnson says playfully, sending a wink toward you.

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow smut #jack harlow angst #jack harlow fic #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow concepts #dad!jack

[ayyy-pee]

Chapter 1 - The Mongol Empire

Discord 18+ - Twitter - Kofi

Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader

Summary: Cool, calm and collected, Suguru Geto is at the top of his class. With the best grades, a perfect body and a perfect face to match, he's untouchable...Until he meets you.

In which Suguru finds himself letting you get under his skin in a way no one has ever done before.

Genre: **College AU**

Story Warning: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Toxic Behavior, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior, Virgin Reader, Yandere Suguru, Emotional Cheating

Suguru Art by: Ilameys

Jujutsu Tech University – Tokyo Campus

Suguru Geto was the smartest person on campus. Devilishly handsome with his long, dark hair that hung loosely around his shoulders and incredibly charming, he held the highest GPA in the history of the school – a 4.5. He was positive it would be even higher if the school allowed for it. He was the top of his class and at the top of the food chain as far as the stupid popularity contest the morons at this school insisted on following. He guessed it made some sense for him to be on top. Well, he and his best friend Satoru Gojo. Though while Suguru was at the top of the food chain for his amazing brain, charisma and appearance, Satoru was at the top of the food chain for all of the same reasons except he was attainable in a way Suguru was not.

You couldn’t get Satoru to commit to an ice cream topping, let alone a woman but that didn’t stop them from trying to tie him down. The two of them were approached by men and women alike and Satoru entertained them all. Some with harmless flirting, others with an exchange of phone numbers to meet up later and others with an invitation to come back to the on campus apartment they shared. Suguru on the other hand brushed them all off and into Satoru’s open arms happily. He didn’t have time for that shit. He couldn’t afford to waste time lowering himself to the same level as the morons that roamed mindlessly around the school. He couldn’t relate to them. They were not on the same wavelength as him. These morons spent their boring daily lives roaming around campus being mediocre and they were perfectly content. Most of them couldn’t recite the periodic table forwards and backwards like he could do in his sleep. They couldn’t hold a conversation about Marxism or solve basic algebra equations let alone work through limits, derivatives and integrals. Why would he want to stick his dick in anyone so beneath him? Satoru could have them.

Suguru’s long legs carried him across the courtyard towards the History building. He inhaled deeply as the wind blew through his hair, whipping the chocolate tendrils around his face. He was heading to his World History lecture. This class was an easy A for him. History was one of his strongest subjects. Now in his senior year of college, easy classes were just what he needed to keep his beaming GPA right where it belonged – above everyone else’s.

Reaching for the door to the building, Suguru was stopped when he heard a small voice speaking to him. He looked down at the petite woman with a bright red face staring up at him through her lashes. Had she been standing by the door this whole time? He hadn’t noticed her. “Umm, Suguru?” she mumbled quietly. Her hands came up to fiddle with the braid that hung over her shoulder.

‘Oh great’ he thought to himself. He absolutely hated being approached like this without Satoru there to run interference. He also hated the stuttering and mumbling these morons did when they tried to talk to him. How did they ever expect to amount to anything or obtain a suitable partner if they couldn’t even be bothered to speak clearly and concisely? Suguru watched the girl, losing patience as lecture start time drew closer. He needed to get to his seat to make sure he got a good spot.

“Suguru” she started again. “I-“

“You want to go out with me I’m assuming.” He cut her off. She nodded, the blush on her face deepening until she almost resembled a tomato. He almost wanted to laugh. He’d be nice this time.

“What’s your GPA?”

“My GPA?” she echoed.

“Yes.” Suguru sighed irritably. “What is your GPA? Cumulative and overall?”

The girl continued fidgeting with her braid – a habit he had noticed that irked Suguru already. She clearly lacked confidence in herself. He assumed her GPA reflected so. No confidence, annoying fidgeting, ineffective communication skills. It was a no the moment she approached him.

“I-I don’t know? I think it’s like a 2.9? Maybe a 3?” She muttered out finally. Suguru scoffed.

“A 2.9 maybe a 3 GPA. You’re barely surviving at this university and you think I’ll want to date you? I’m focused on my studies which clearly you are not. There’s no compatibility here.”

The random girl barely had time to gather her thoughts before Suguru entered the building without giving her a glance, letting the heavy door slam shut behind him. He made his way into the World History lecture hall, the smell of dust hitting him and bringing him a sense of peace. He was in his safe haven. Suguru took a seat in his usual spot. He preferred the middle aisle seat to allow him access to leave quickly and avoid the thick swarms of morons blocking the doors.

As he sat down and pulled his notebook out (the rest of the morons all pulled out their laptops, no doubt to peruse social media), his eyes drifted over to the person seated directly across the aisle from him. A new girl he had never seen before. You. You sat quietly with a pen and notepad out just as he did, your legs crossed under the table and your hands folded neatly on the desk. You stared straight ahead as you waited for lecture to begin. As Suguru watched you, he couldn’t help but think something was different about you.

The doors to the lecture hall opened and Professor Yaga entered. A large, serious man who insisted on wearing sunglasses at all hours of the day. A great educator all the same. Suguru wondered if his eyes were as sensitive to light as Satoru’s were and that’s why he always had those dark shades on. He also wondered why the hell he always wore ties covered in panda patterns. A mystery Suguru didn’t really care too much to solve unless he needed to in order to bring his grade up. Principal Yaga cleared his throat and the rest of the morons quieted down their pointless conversations.

“Class, welcome. I’d like to introduce a new student who has just transferred in from our Kyoto campus. Y/n, please stand up and tell us about yourself.”

You stood as Yaga requested and turned to the face the rest of the class, waving as you spoke. “Hello, I’m y/n. As Professor Yaga stated, I’ve just transferred in from the Kyoto campus. I’m on the track team, the debate team and I am hoping to end my senior year graduating at the top of the class.”

Suguru snorted at that and tried to hide the sly smirk that threatened to spread across his face when your head snapped over to him with a scowl. Great, another one of these morons on the debate team. There was no way you’d be top of the class either.

“Anyway, I love running and in my free time I’ve been learning to cook. I hope to have a pleasant remainder of the year with you all.” You smiled and Suguru found his eyes still watching you as you sat back down in your seat and returned your attention back to the Professor.

Class droned on as it always did. Suguru had already studied the material. He was really only here to answer questions and receive the recognition he so deserved. Professor Yaga paced the front of the classroom to no doubt ask a simple question about the global empires curriculum he had just gone over.

Stroking his beard, Professor Yaga continued on. “-and so the Mongol Empire at its peak, was the most powerful empire. Who here can tell me how much land the Mongol Empire controlled at their height of power?”

Easy question. God, give him a challenge for once. Suguru chuckled to himself, raising his hand to answer. “Nine-“

“Nine million square miles, sir.” He was cut off. Okay. Lucky guess. They probably didn’t know the at its peak, the Mongol Empire-

“At its height, the Mongol Empire’s rule spanned from the Sea of Japan to parts of Eastern Europe and even into parts of the Arctic and mainland Southeast Asia and even further. Their rule was incredible.”

His head whipped over to where the voice came from and his eyes landed on you. You locked eyes with him and gave him a wicked smirk for all of half a second before turning your attention back to the Professor. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. The scowl on his face starting to deepen when Professor Yaga praised you for knowing more than what he taught this lecture.

Suguru did not like that. He did not like not being the one to shine and answer any of the lecture questions. He did not like that you knew the same (maybe more?) amount of information as he did. There was more about you he didn’t like. You were smart, he’d admit but he did not like how cocky you were about it. Like you had achieved something great and he could never obtain it.

After giving it more thought, Suguru figured out what was so different about you. You really fucking annoyed him and not in a way the rest of the morons did.

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You stretched your legs under the table, arms lifting over your head and sighing at the feeling of your back cracking against your chair. What a great first day of class. World History was going to be so much fun! The heavy footsteps of Professor Yaga approached and you gave him a small smile.

“Y/n, I’d like to introduce you to someone who can help you to become more familiar with the campus and activities. I believe you both will have a lot in common. Come, he’s just over here.” You watched blankly as he made his way directly across the aisle to the asshole who laughed at you when you were introducing yourself.

“Suguru, I’d like you to meet y/n. You will be escorting her around campus. Since you both are also on the debate team, it would be nice for her to make a friend and have someone to go to for guidance.”

‘Him?’ You thought. You took his form in. Messy long brown hair laid down his back and around his shoulders, the front of it flopped lazily to the left. He was tall. You could tell that much from the way he had to stretch his long legs out in front of him to even fit in his desk. His eyes reminded you of a feline and it made you make a mental note to not trust anything out of this man’s mouth. Professor Yaga turned to face you and you watched as the man-child behind him gave you a look of absolute disgust the entire time the Professor spoke, his cat like eyes showing you nothing but contempt until Professor Yaga turned to give him a firm nod.

“Please look to Suguru for guidance as you adjust here, y/n. He’s a fountain of knowledge and will be an excellent resource for you.” he said before taking his leave. Yeah, you were gonna guide your foot up this guy’s ass before you even got out of this room.

Suguru stood from his desk, absolutely towering over you. You hated how you had to crane your neck to look up at him, but you weren’t going to let his height intimidate you.

“When’s your next class?” He grunted out, not bothering to formally introduce himself.

“I’ve got about twenty minutes before I have debate practice.”

Suguru nodded, humming to himself. “Well, we’ve got time for a quick tour if you want.” He couldn’t have looked less interested in this if he tried. And he wasn’t interested. He had better things to do than drag some moron around campus. Was she really so dumb, she couldn’t navigate the school herself? There were signs and maps posted everywhere! But, Yaga gave him the assignment and he never failed those. He wasn’t going to let you be the reason he started.

You simply nodded and headed up the steps of the lecture hall and out the door with Suguru trailing behind you. As you exited the building, Suguru sighed obnoxiously. He guessed he could be a little nicer to you.

“Good job with that question about the Mongol Empire earlier. You must’ve read your notes really quickly to get all of that information.” He said, though you didn’t miss the faint venom behind the compliment. You weren’t going to let him get to you.

“Thanks, but I actually didn’t take any notes at all. I studied the Mongol Empire over the summer when I took additional courses.” You gave him a faint smile.

Suguru tensed. Were you ahead in the curriculum already? There was no way.

“Summer courses, huh? Fell behind?” He gave you a smile that never reached his eyes. You returned the same smile.

“Nope! I took it for fun.  I was actually top of my class at the Kyoto campus. 4.5 GPA. Too bad they won’t let you go above that here either.” You rolled your eyes. If Suguru’s body could tense any more, he’d snap in half. You…you also had a 4.5 GPA? You took an extracurricular course on the Mongol Empire for fun? You somehow had managed to raise your hand before him with lightning speed, answer the question being asked and even provide additional information worded better than Suguru would have said it. And to top it all off, you didn’t seem to be the least bit affected by his mere presence. Wait, why did he even care about that? It didn’t matter. You were a monster in his eyes – a threat to what he had built here and he needed you gone.

He scoffed loudly in your face. “There’s no way you have a 4.5 GPA. I have a 4.5 GPA. It makes sense for me, but you? I’ll believe it when I see it.”

You were boiling now, absolutely fuming. This shithead really thought he was god’s gift to earth or something. So far, you hadn’t seen a single impressive thing about him except maybe his height. This guy was an asshole. Fuck trying to be nice.

“You saw it when I raised my hand almost an entire three seconds before your monkey brain registered a question even being asked.” You deadpanned.

Suguru froze. He felt like space and time had stopped. Did he hear you right? You had called him a monkey. A monkey. Him. A monkey. Suguru. A monkey. Suguru Geto? A monkey?

You continued, quietly fuming. “I think I can navigate the school on my own. I’ve honestly wasted enough time pretending to be nice to an asshole like you.” You turned on your heel and began making your way to the building the debate team practice meeting was being held. Did you know where you were going? Hell no, but he didn’t need to know that. You just knew you needed to get as far away from him as possible before you took his beautiful brown hair and wrapped it around his neck. You knew one other thing. You fucking hated Suguru Geto.

Your sudden exit snapped Suguru out of his trance. You had gotten the last word and he couldn’t stand that. Maybe you actually were good at debate, but the thought only made him more annoyed. He watched as you stomped across the courtyard, trying to resist the urge to stare as your smooth legs carried you through the grass and how the wind blew your skirt up in the back just enough for him to catch a small glimpse of your- what the fuck? No. Stop. He hated you. Not even ten minutes together and you both could not stand one another. It was so obvious. He had to knock you down a peg and quick. His long legs began moving in the same direction as you.

Guess he’d see you at debate practice.

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[akslz]

"You must be an angel"

---- Hello!! this is my first post here so apoligies if its not formatted well. Regardless; here is a mediocre ( orignally written on a03 by me, linked here) story I wrote on a whim, about a broken family put back together once they move to Nockfell after an incident with Knives (our main character) and her mother. She and her brother meet the gang and silliness ensues. AKA a shitty modern day SF fanfic because head full, this is a self-insert character so sorry no y/n. she is loosely based off of me so blah blah ok here backstory time & yes there is homestuck refences and NO I do not care ☹ let me do what I do #autism !! English is a poor language for me so apologies for mistakes!! None of the fanart/ images used are mine, credits to owners!-----

CHAPER 1:

End of the Beginning

what seem like decades ago, Knives lived with her semi put together family in the ever so urban Houston Texas. With her twin brother Vinnie (or Vin) and her eldest brother Silas everything was just peachy. That was until their father had died of heart complications when Knives was just 11.

After that sad excuse of a day the widowed Miki became a pathetic shell of a mother. She lived by her ever empty bottle of wine or shitty canned beer. To the point where she became more of a roommate than a mother. Knives had to do something about this.

She wasn’t going to sit back and watch as her older brother work his senior year of high school away at some mediocre grocery store just so Miki could blow most of his minimal paycheck on alcohol. On April 14th, just days away from knives & Vins’ birthdays, knives decided to confront her mother. Here’s how the interaction went down. (First person pov)

“You crazy bitch who do you think you are?!” you mother slurred as she quickly tried to grab the bottle of wine that you started to pour down the drain.

“Me? Crazy? Please.” You said in a monotone voice as you finished dumping out the bottle and swiftly moved out of the way of your monstrous mothers’ grasp. Your brothers used to go onto the roof when things were easier, they taught you how to fight, or ‘strife’ they called it. You had gotten well at defending yourself over those couple of months. even being able to use your newfound skills against a creep at the mall.

“Please don’t do this, I just want to help you momma I promise!” you said grabbing her hands and looking up into her glazed eyes.

“Let go of me! You brat! I’m an adult and I can do as I want! Do not tell ME what I can and can’t do!” she said as she pushed you forward; causing your smaller body to hit the counter behind you.

As brush your long hair out of your face and you steady yourself you look back to your mother to see her lunge at you. You could never hurt your mother. Not ever. She’s just a little girl who’s distraught over her husband and best friend of 16 years dying. You couldn’t punish her for lashing out. She’s just scared.

 You feel warm now, you have a stinging spot on your head so instinctually you went to scratch it. Then comes the pain, it’s almost everywhere; you groggily open your eyes to look at your hand as it feels wet, blood. It was blood. You jolt up, now realizing you’re on the dining room floor. Your full vision slowly comes back, and you’re horrified at the sight. Chunks of your beautiful hair is sprawled around you.

 Your hair that held the last memory of your father. You used to crawl into bed with him and your mother in the mornings that you woke up before them. He used to always tuck your hair behind you bejeweled ears and hum you back into a light sleep. You grasp a chunk of the mangled hair and spread it between your fingers. Slowly beginning to cry. The pain on your extremities was nothing compared to this. You just slowly lowered yourself back onto the fake hardwood floor and cried, cried because you didn’t know what else to do.

 You wanted nothing but for everything to go back to the way it was. You starred at the entrance to your apartment, watching the very minimal light from the peep hole shine in, casting light on the dust particles in the air. It felt like the world was spinning in slow motion. You were dreading the time Silas and Vin come back from the music store. You cried for what felt like hours. You eventually sat up and noticed the keys to one of the two cars your family had owned was missing. You weakly stood up and hobbled to your mothers’ room, seeing drawers strewn over the already messy room.

“Great. Pansy ass bitch.” You said as your voice cracked. Crying again as you realized your mother had fled.

 You didn’t care though as you heard your brothers obnoxiously loud keys jiggle the lock open. You shuffled into the dining room, quickly observing the scene left behind. A broken wine bottle, small spots of blood with of course your white hair scattering the room. You dropped to your knees and touched your head for the first time since you woke up. You began sobbing again. The rest was a haze. You vaguely remember your older brother cupping your head; asking what happened. The only thing you could mutter was ‘’ Momma”. That’s all he needed to hear.

After that it’s a blur. Due to your mothers fleeing and your brother being freshly 19, he gains custody of you and your twin.

CHAPTER 2:

Beginning of the End

~Time skip: 3 years after incident, age:15~

You innocently lean against your bed, plucking mindlessly at your well-loved bass. The vibrations running through your fingers.

“yo“ Vinnie says as he comes into your shared room, pushing up the shades he always adorned and swooping his platinum hair out of his face. You found it funny, you rarely see him without the sunglasses.

“Hey man, did Bro mention anything about what school we’ll be goin’ to after we move?’’ you questioned as you shut off your amplifier and faced him fully. He sat down at his desk and kicked his feet up on the nearby bedpost.

“Yeah, actually he did, it’s near the shithole surprisingly, so we could probably skate to & from the hellhole instead of riding in the bus” He referred to the apartments we planned to live in as the ‘shithole’ because in all honesty, it wasn’t lavish. On the website it looked quite old, but it’ll do for the three of you. The real name of your new crib was ‘Addison Apartments’.

You set your bass down as you glanced at your mostly packed room. The stacks of cardboard boxes occupying most of the free space.

‘’I can’t believe this our last weekend in Texas...” Vinnie sighed and got up to stand next to you as you turned to glance out the window of your Highrise apartment. You’re not going to miss the hustle and bustle of urban Texas; the constant traffic and shouting kept you up frequently. You leaned onto your brother as he comfortingly wrapped an arm around you and sighing.

“I know, it’ll be a nice change though, Nockfell looks chill.” He said rubbing circles onto your arm.

Later on you go into the bathroom to take off your makeup, when your mother defaced you she gladly didn’t do as much damage as you initially thought. Your long hair now was medium length with layers. You honestly loved the change of appearance. You also decided to dye the tips of your hair a dusty rose because you’ve always liked the idea of a colorful head of hair, even if its just a little.

-

“Finally, I finished packing the moving van with my and my brothers’ shit’’, you thought, never understood why they needed so many electronics, turntables, keypads, electric pianos, they had it all. They sure did love their pop music. You, Knives, on the other hand liked all music types, but you really loved heavy metal. The way that Sanity’s Falls bass shook your head every time you listened to it just make your love for metal grow. You laughed at how ironic it was that your name was Knives, AND you liked heavy music, how metal is a name like that?

Vin stumbled out of the entrance to the apartment building, his headphones sitting heavily on his shoulders as he chucks his skateboard and your roller skates in the back of bros’ pickup. You had all finished getting ready for the drive, you and your twin glances at each other and then to your guardian.

Bro wiped sweat from his forehead and adjusted his pointy shades “Alright y’all let’s get this show on the road, its a long drive so let’s get started. I wanna make it at least halfway by tonight.”

You and Vin were going to drive the pickup while Bro drove the chunky U-Haul. Although you both couldn't legally drive, your brother decided on a whim to teach the both of you a couple months ago so you had a general idea of what you were doing. You were nervous to make the lengthy drive because you had a fear that if you got pulled over that you and your brother would both be sent to juvey.

Regardless, you made the drive. The 48 hour journey was taxing but when you stepped out of the car in Nockfell you realized that this place was way different than Texas and you had no clue what was to come.

After reconnecting with your eldest brother after the long drive you made your way into the lobby as your brothers unlocked the moving van. You realize that there was no receptionist desk only a small mail cubby area. you remembered that Bro mentioned you would be staying in unit 403. So you made your way over to that cubby and you realized that you needed a key to unlock. \

You did not know where to obtain such key so being the genius you are you stuck your smallest fingers' nail into the key slot and tugged & wiggled out a little bit to see if it was unlocked and thankfully it was! you grabbed the few pieces of junk mail that had already gathered and threw them away, then picked up the thin envelope that contained the apartment keys and gently opening it and removing the keys

you made your way to the elevator and hit the button for your floor you jogged quickly to your apartment and unlocked it. You push open the door to see a glum looking room with a green-gray carpet that held a few stains.

You scrunch your nose due to you smelling heavy cleaner and bleach, but at least it was clean, you quickly set down the keys and make your way out leaving the door open so you and your siblings can easily go in and out without having to worry about the door.

-

After you brought up all the boxes with your name on it and set them in your room you put your hands on your hips, sighing, and glancing around the room. You were excited to finally have your own room away from your brother, but it would be a change because you had been bunking with him since you two were little. Reminiscing about all the times you had spent together was making you feel nostalgic.

Vin and Bro had made a quick run to the grocery store so they could stock up on some essentials for the fridge. You sat down and sliced open one of the cardboard boxes that was labeled “CDs” you were rummaging through it when you heard some mumbling coming from outside your room and heavy footsteps. You were surprised because you thought it would take your brothers a longer time to arrive back home, so you brushed yourself off and pushed the door open.

Your eyes widened in shock when you realize that the two people you heard in your apartment were in fact not your brothers but two strangers. One being a tall male with tanned skin and long brown hair having deep set eyes that carried bags heavier than anything. This person wore a cannibal corpse shirt with a beat-up flannel and gray jeans. The other person that you couldn't assume the gender of had electric blue pigtails hanging from each side of their head & wore red ripped jeans with fishnets underneath, combat boots along with a black crew neck, you also noticed that this person wearing what looked like a mask, you didn't think twice though because a lot of people these days were very expressive. It looks quite cool.

“uh…. hi...” you said sweetly but quietly, slightly hiding behind the door frame because you didn't know if these people were a threat or not. Just in case you reached over to your desk and put your hidden hand on it to feel for the box cutter you had laying on it.

“Oh! Hey man” the tall one with long hair said as he lifted his ringed hand and waved “sorry to intrude like this dude just wanted to give an introduction because we were told that a new tenant would be moving in, I’m Larry, Larry Johnson.” He took a step closer to you holding out his dominant hand for to shake.

“Hi... I’m Knives, yeah me and my brothers just moved here, nice to meet you” you reluctantly grabbed his hand your long nails accidentally brushing against him.

“Knives? Like the utensil? That's a cool ass nickname!” He said smiling noticing the gap in between his two front teeth. It kind of made him look like a Bunny.

“Thank you! But that's my real name.” You said awkwardly smiling leaning your head fully against the door frame of your room.

“Oh, and uh this is my friend Sal, but you can just call him Sally face! It's kind of like his nickname.” Larry said elbowing his shorter friend getting a low toned laugh out of Sal.

So, the mystery person is a guy, good to know. You could tell that you and Ben would get along well with them both.

“So, you said you had brothers, right? Where are they?” The bluenette questioned while stuffing his hands into his pockets.

“They went to the store I think but they should be back soon. How old are you guys?” you questioned. Quickly stuffing the box cutter into the backside waistband of your shorts and quickly tucking your Motley-Crue band shirt over it. You swiftly moved away from the door frame and took a step right outside the door and leaned against the wall, kicking one of your ankles over the other while withholding eye contact with Sal.

"we're both fifteen, how about you?" Larry questioned eyeing you 

"same. My twin is fifteen too, His name is Vin, I think you two would get along well. He likes cannibal corpse." you lied straight through your teeth, not knowing why. Vinnie never really liked metal. Hopefully he'll lie as well to cover your white lie. You were never good with people.... safe to say you're nervous for what's to come.

CHAPTER 3:

Every story starts somewhere

Hi hi I somehow forgot to mention that this story is NOT following canon events, i.e. no cult, just some vague paranormal activity   !All original characters belong to me, none of the canon characters mentioned are mine and do not have the rights to them!

You had spoken with the two for about 15 minutes before they saw themselves out. After they’d left you had mentally slapped yourself for being so socially inept, Vin and Silas would definitely make fun of you for this one.

“Hey hey Knives! We’re back with some food!” Silas said as he loudly slammed the door with his foot.

“And we bought apple juice! So come get some before I finish it all.” Vinnie barked as you made your way out of your now unpacked room.

“Thanks bro!” you said smiling widely at your older brother as he messed up your hair

The three of you lingered in the kitchen as you unloaded the groceries and unpacked the kitchen essentials.

“Something really weird happened earlier-“you said turning to face them both, you were met with darkened plastic sunglasses awaiting you to continue speaking

“These two guys from the apartments came to introduce themselves, Larry and Sal, surprisingly they were very chill. I kinda lied about you liking cannibal corpse to Larry though vin...” you said sheepishly smiling and covering your face with your hands.

“ Man what the hell why? I don’t dig metal that much” Your twin asked jokingly.

“They were just so… intriguing! I got embarrassed and it just slipped out!”

“Chillax sis its alright, don’t sweat it. So, these guys are what? Hardcore church burners?” Vin said making the demon horn motion with both of his hands.

You and Silas laughed as he obnoxiously headbanged.

“No not really, at least not from what I could tell. They were very nice. I’m pretty sure they go to our school since we’re all the same age. “Vin nodded for you to continue.

“Larry is a tall dude with what I have to say is the most beautiful hair I’ve ever seen on a man” you said throwing your hands up in defeat. Both of your brothers scoffing sarcastically.

“Then there’s Sal- “you began to remember the sight of the boy, something about him captivated you. Whether it was his unique hair, His killer style, the tone of his voice…...or the way his hands looked with all those rings on them… and the way you thought they’d look on you…

Girl, what the hell are you thinking?! You just met him? Stop being weird. You seriously needed to stop letting your hormones take control of you like this.

You’d realized your brother was looking at you strangely.

“Hellooooo? Anyone in there?” Vin said waving a hand in front of your face.

“Is she having another episode?” Silas asked, setting down the box he was moving and walking over to you.

“What? Oh sorry, No I’m fine, I just got lost in thought you guys don’t worry” you nervously laughed as they back away from you, relaxing their attention.

“Shit man you really worried me for a second…Anyways continue with what you were telling me about this Sal girl” Vinnie sighed now sitting on the counter across from you.

“Sal is a guy- “you said rolling your eyes “– but anyways. He’s sweet, he has this bright blue hair that’s really dope. He also wears this mask? I’m not sure what its about but it fits him, he has the same style of Larry he’s just a liiitttlllleee short…” you said making a “small” motion with your index and thumb.

“Hey, it’s not like the little guy can control it!” Vinnie said getting off the counter and poking at you.

You and he laughed as you made your way to his room to help him unpack his belongings.

-

The next day was Saturday. You were making your way down to the lobby with your brother to explore the area when on your way out of the dingy elevator you bumped into someone, accidently knocking something out of their hands.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” you apologized quickly kneeling to pick up papers and a purple school folder off the ground.

“It’s okay! I should’ve been looking where I was going” the feminine voice said giggling.

You handed the girl what you assumed was her schoolwork.

“Hey…are you new around here? I’ve never seen you before? And I think I’d remember someone this pretty” the girl said.

This girl was also quite pretty. With long brown hair and piercing green eyes, she wore a long purple shirtdress with purposely torn black tights. Along with a chunky black choker and heavier makeup, you started to really like this girl already.

“Thank you so much! You’re pretty too, and uhm yeah! Me and my brother just moved here recently, My names Knives. This is my brother Vinnie.” You said gesturing to Vinnie who threw up a weak wave to her as he seemed in awe.

“Knives?! That’s so awesome! My name’s Ashley but everyone just calls me Ash. Do you have insta or anything like that? You seem realllyyyy cool and I’d love to get to know you-“she said as she pulled out a lavender iPhone from her sleeve “- but I’m supposed to be tutoring with my friends right now and I’m already late, I’m afraid they’ll think I’m dead if I’m any more late” she said holding her phone out to you.

“Yeah, I do! Also, no problem I understand, you seem pretty chill as well!” you said slightly smiling as you typed your username into the search bar and then clicked on your profile as it came up. You handed Ash her phone back, she waved goodbye and jogged into the elevator.

“she seems nice, It seems like everyone here has awesome hair…” you said looking to Vinnie

“DID SHE FOLLOW YOU YET? LET ME SEE YOUR PHONE NOW, GIVE IT GIVE IT GIVE IT” he said reaching for your phone which was in your hand.

“Jesus man here fine, have a look god!” You laughed handing it to him. Vinnie snatched it out of your hand and flying to Ash’s’ profile.

You looked over his shoulder as he looked through her pictures, she had about 15 posts. Most were landscape but there were some of her and her friends. She was friends with Sal and Larry! That’s convenient! Vinnie swiped through the post of her and the guys on the 4th of July, there was also a pair of boys you hadn’t recognized yet. Safe to say you were excited to meet them both as well.

“Yo are these the guys you were talking about yesterday?” Vinnie said clicking on the profile mention on the picture, pulling up Sals’ account.

“Yeah! That’s cool that they’re friends. Makes me excited to hangout with them.”

Your brother finally handed your phone back after sending Ashley’s account to himself, you internally laughed at how eager he was to swoop this girl off her feet. You somehow made your way back to those pictures of Sal and everyone else on the 4th. You admired Sal, eventually tapping onto his profile, your thumb hovered over the ‘Follow’ button and you hesitated.

What if he thinks I’m a stalker? He didn’t even mention his socials so what if he thinks negatively of me just following him out of the blue? What if-

Then your eyes glance up at the notification you’d just received,

“New follower: @TheOG_SF – Sal Fisher”

CHAPTER 5 (4 was an update on the story):

Why is everything different now?

Heyyyy, finally got this damn story updated, my apologies, im learning more English now so they should be more frequent!

Holy shit, you thought, quickly swiping up the notification to dismiss it.

Were you hallucinating? You truly hoped you weren’t.

“ Yo are you alive?” you glanced up to Vinnie with a wide eyed expression

“ah yeah sorry…don’t know what washed over me, lets go” you said walking past him to the main doors to exit

-

You and your brother had eventually made your way into a nearby resale/music store. The both of you going to see if you could replace some of the CDs you’d had before you moved.

Unfortunately for you and him some of the discs were snapped or scratched up during transit from Houston to Nockfell. The two of you slowly made it outside; you rummage through your cluttered tote to get the keys to the truck. You eventually find them and toss them to vin.

-

Once we pulled into the parking lot of the music store vin took the keys out of the ignition and glanced to you. You were chewing on your fingernails again, that’s something you did when you were nervous. Or in deeeeeepppppp thought.

You just kept starring at the follower request, not knowing what to do. You’ve combed through all of ash’s’ friends’ profiles except sals. You were just…too nervous. You were never this nervous.

“Dude just follow him back, it’s been like 20 minutes.” Vin said leaning over to watch your phone. “Absolutely not! What if he thinks I’m weird? Or what if he just did it on accident, or what if-“ you kept talking as your brother slothed his arm over and gingerly accepted the follow request. You sat silently in shock as he shrugged. “Well alright... ill just leave my phone in the car I think” you said hooking your purse over your shoulder. Overthinking everything that could happen if he didn’t accept your request.

-

You rummaged through CDs, you only had a couple stuffed in your hands; Bring Me The Horizons’ “Suicide Season”, Pierce The Veils “Misadventures”, Madonna’s ‘’like a virgin’’, and finally Dark Thrones “Transvilaian Hunger”. Quite opposites if you ask me, you thought to yourself as you maneuvered through the thin isles of the shop. As your sifting through discounted vinyl’s you hear the chime of the electric doorbell, the one that annoyingly chimes every time someone enters or exits. You decide to ignore it and continue looking.

“Speak of the devil” Vinnie breathed out quietly and smirked as he gestured to who entered the store; Of course, it was Ash and her group of friends. One of those friends being Sal. You swiftly turn back to the vinyl bin. Pretending to be interested in its contents to seem busy.

“Oh hey! Look who it is” you heard the deep grungy voice of who you assumed was Larry. You still didn’t look up, frozen from anxiety. You never really felt like this… you didn’t understand why everything was changing so suddenly. You reluctantly turned around and smiled. “Hey knives! Looks like you discovered our best kept secret” you heard ash giggle as she threw her hands up in defeat.

“yeah” Sal laughed “This record store is one of the only good things in Nockfell” he continued. “Oh yeah? Well, I’d have to say its awesome, glad I found out yall’s ‘little secret’ “you said making air quotations.

“Believe me, we have better secrets than this.” Said an unfamiliar voice. “Well its nice to finally meet you, only today had they mentioned meeting you and trust me, they were all eager for me to meet you, I’m Todd” A shorter ginger boy with rounded glasses appeared from behind the other three. “Well, it’s nice to meet you too, Todd” you smiled; “Also, this is my partner, Neil” Another guy emerged, the same height as Todd. He waved sweetly and grinned.

-

“You having a party without me? Unbelievable.” Your brother jokingly scoffed as he finally came to take some of the spotlight off you. “Yo, nice to see you guys in person, I’m Vinnie, but I just go by vin.” He said as he shoved his rap CDs into your arms to go fist bump your new friends. “Nice to meet you man! I heard you liked cannibal corpse, right?” Larry said enthusiastically as he looked at vin.

“Yeah man...I love them…!” Vin said side eyeing you through his shades. Making you giggle

“Oh word? That’s sick, I love them too.” You heard Sal say to your twin. You caught yourself starring at Sally. He was just a lot to look at to be fair, not in a bad way. In a way you’d look at a renaissance painting, just taking in the intricacy. The guys were all conversating about what-not, you noticed how Sal spoke with his hands a lot. That’s funny, you do that too….

“Knives? You alright?” Ashley said waving a hand in front of your face, Todd furrowing his eyebrows confused while waiting for your response. “Huh? Oh yeah sorry I was just starring off into space.” You said as your eyes widened. You catch Todd exchanging a look to Ashley, and she returned that look; you had no clue what language they were speaking with their eyes.

-

You and your group checked out with your minimal items, you and Vinnie ended up leaving with the group. The five of them somehow walked to the record store? They must really like this place. The six of you have to somehow fit into Silas’s truck. Vinnie and Larry in the front seats, Ashley, Todd, and Neil in the back seats… Where were you going to sit? Where was Sal going to sit?! They definitely did this on purpose. 

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FRIDAY. 1:35 PM.

The last ten minutes of sixth-period English are always left up to students. Ms. O’Donnell grades at her desk while the class independently reads or works or talks or sleeps and she pretends to not notice when the couples sneak kisses. Not that you can blame her, it isn’t like she gets paid to babysit.

“Munson,” her voice is smooth and it reminds you how you like it when she reads to the class.

Eddie’s head twitches up and he slides out of his chair rather awkwardly - his limbs just a little too big for the desks and body a little too stiff for the crowded aisles. When he’s at Ms. O’Donnell’s desk, you can just barely make out whispers of your name.

Your attention snaps to the pair, peering at them through your lashes and you watch as Eddie’s hair bounces with his manic nodding. Ms. O’Donnell catches you watching them and smiles as she makes a ‘come hither’ motion with her index finger.

You follow Eddie’s lead and slide out of your seat and up to your teacher, fiddling with your fingers as you wait for her to speak. You and Eddie turn to each other as she searches for her words and trade nods of acknowledgment.

Ms. O’Donnell lowers her glasses and sets down the papers in her hand, then spreads them across her desk - you catch the vicious red marks across each one. All marked with big red F’s and mind-numbingly low scores circled right next to the name on every sheet - Eddie Munson. Your hands reach out to pull the papers closer before you even realize what you’re doing - then you quickly pull yourself back.

“I’m sure you know that Mr. Munson isn’t doing very well in this class,” you nod hurriedly when she glances at you expectantly, “this is his third year as a senior at Hawkins, and I do want him to graduate. You are our top-performing student,” you try to smother down the smile that rises at her praise, “I want you to help Mr. Munson study and pass this class. Can you do that?”

You look over at Eddie once again and nod, “Yes, of course, Ms. O’Donnell,” you notice the way Eddie’s eyes have widened slightly but you don’t point it out, “I can be in the library right after school today, if that works?”

“It absolutely does,” Eddie reaches out to shake your hand like this is a business transaction.

You return to your seat and ignore the peculiar stares shot your way. 

It couldn’t hurt to tutor Eddie - what did you have to lose? Your social status? It was already shaky at best and the only reason people knew your name was because they needed it if they wanted to properly ask you to do their homework. 

Besides, you didn’t understand what people found so ‘freak’-ish about him. From what you saw, Eddie was nice and ran a club for a game that people didn’t understand. Sure, he was quick to bounce around in his seat and pay more attention to song chords in his head than class but he wasn’t evil for that. Aside from selling drugs, he was harmless - and even then, you’d never seen anything particularly hard in his metal lunchbox.  

You can remember the first time he sold to Chrissy. In the woods behind school, at an abandoned bench - you two were sat together clutching hands when Eddie took the seat across from you two and opened his lunchbox.

“Didn’t know we were bringing a guest,” Eddie pointed at you, but was looking at Chrissy.

“I- “ she shook her head, eyes nearly bugging from all the nerves, “I’m sorry, it’s just - she’s emotional support.”

“Yeah,” you nodded eagerly to her point, “like when you get a tattoo and you want someone to hold your hand. I’m just the hand-holder.”

“You’ve gotten a tattoo before?” he tilted his head at you skeptically.

“No,” you shook your head and then brightened up when you followed up with, “but I’ve seen it in movies.”

“Okay,” Eddie shut his lunchbox and took a deep breath, “I can feel both of your guys’ nerves in my ass, so just…” he looked Chrissy in the eyes, “say the word - and I’ll go. Nobody has to hear about this,” he knocked his knuckles on the table, “No cheer captain will lose her position and no valedictorian-to-be will have it on her record.”

“No, I- I want to do this,” Chrissy nodded resolutely, but you squeezed her hand tightly anyway, “I just… didn’t wanna be alone.”

“Did you think I’d be all… mean and scary?” he teased, opening his box back up.

Chrissy laughed and you joined as she answered, “Honestly, a little bit.”

Eddie wasn’t mean or scary at all. He even gave Chrissy a discount after trying to make the two of you comfortable.

“You don’t want anything?” Chrissy had already wandered off and was waiting for you a few feet away when Eddie showed you the contents of his box.

“Oh, no,” you’d stood from the table, fiddling with your fingers lest you be tempted to look through the box, “My mom’s insane, if she found out- “ you laughed but he could sense that you were on edge, “God, I don’t even wanna think about it. Besides, I don’t know how I’d be on that stuff, I don’t think I’m ready right now.”

“Alright, I won’t push you,” Eddie immediately shut the box, “Have a nice day, future Harvard grad.”

“Harvard might be a bit far…” you brushed off before returning to Chrissy’s side.

There was another time you’d gotten a peek into that lunchbox. He was doing an under-the-table deal at lunch, of all times, when you’d walked by to sit with Chrissy. You gasped so loud you’re surprised that nobody else noticed. You then slapped a hand over your mouth before muttering several apologies and rushing off. Eddie didn’t seem to mind, and he even laughed as you scampered away.

Eddie was really a sweetheart, you two weren’t even friends but you could gather that much. Maybe being his tutor would be the perfect excuse for you two to actually start talking to each other. 

The rapprochement to amity - something to jumpstart the link.

2:50 PM.

Eddie’s drumming his pencil against the smooth wooden table when you come upon him in the library. His head is bobbing to nothing but whatever song is trapped in his head and his hair falls in curtains around him as he shifts. His back is turned to you and you can see patches in sleeves of the vest he wears everyday - all band logos you can just barely recognize from shirts in alternative store windows. Nothing your parents would let you listen to.

Peculiarly, that only makes you want to approach the stores even more.

You pluck up your courage and move to the empty seat - which you notice has already been pulled out - beside Eddie, slipping your bag onto the table as you greet him.

“So,” you pull out the binder you keep for English, “anything you wanna work on specifically?”

“Uh, yeah, actually,” Eddie copies your movements but instead of a binder, he tugs out a pile of loose, crinkled, and somewhat torn papers, “I think part of my F could be this shitload of missing assignments, so maybe getting them done could help my ass.”

“Sounds great,” you lean over to peek through some of the papers, “I think I actually kept those.”

You know for certain that you kept every assignment because in the second grade you threw away a book report after presenting and when your teacher gave you the wrong score, you had no evidence to show her that she was wrong. Ergo, failing your second grade book report right at the end of the year.

“So, just let me see those and we can be done here, yeah? No having to stick around the school freak,” he holds out his hand, the offer sounding like he’s doing you a favor.

“Uh, no,” your protest is quiet and unsteady, “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Then you don’t really retain any of the information,” you glance up at Eddie nervously, “you know?”

“Hey, no worries,” he holds his hands up in surrender, grinning, “I get it. I’ll let you take over - you’re the smart one.”

“Well, I’ll let you pick which assignment we start on,” your hands retract to your lap as you watch him turn to his pile.

Eddie takes an assignment out of the papers and eases it in front of you, “I totally hated this book so I paid zero attention.”

You recognize the paper from the - just recently finished - Romeo & Juliet unit - an analysis on the characters that you honestly just half-assed with pretty words but still got an A on. You retrieve it from your binder and skim your analysis so you know which direction to guide Eddie.

“To be completely fair,” you chuckle, “you weren’t missing much other than the homework. Romeo is seventeen and Juliet’s barely started puberty - it’s actually super creepy.”

“Then, I’m glad I missed it. Don’t think I’d be able to stomach that, it’d give me flashbacks to the seniors I see trying to pick up freshmen.”

“That’s actually exactly what was happening to me when we were reading it. Although, that’s a little hypocritical of me,” when he quirks a brow at you, you shrug, “Ms. O’Donnell partnered with the theater program to do a production of Romeo & Juliet and I auditioned. Now, I get to be groomed on stage by Mikey Port.”

“Gross,” he fake gags, “Why would you do that to yourself?”

“Just wanted to feel alive…” when you notice how weird you sound, you tack on, “or something. Anyway!” for as much as you hate the popular kids, you can’t help but wish you had their people skills, “Now onto studying!”

Eddie wishes he could pay closer attention, he really does. Both in general, and now. You’re just leaning so close and he can smell the sweetness of your perfume and can see the way your bottom lip drags between your teeth when you focus. He knew you were pretty, but now - in this quiet, dark library with his abandoned homework and you mere inches away - it feels totally different.

“So, what do you think?” you look up at him with wide, wondering eyes and he feels his heart pause. 

“Uhh,” Eddie takes a glance at the paper and pretends to think while he reads the question.

What is the importance of Juliet’s age to her character?

“Well, she’s…”

“Thirteen.”

“Right, thirteen. And that’s - just about to be a teenager, so obviously she’s on the edge of starting to find out who she is,” he turns back to you, “right?”

“Yeah,” you look so excited for him and he finds it hard to want to stop studying if it’ll mean you keep looking at him the way you do, “great job! What else?”

“Since she’s young, she wants to be seen as more grown than she is so that her parents can respect what she has to say. But she’s also too old to have her disobedience blamed on immaturity.”

“Exactly, yeah!” you nod and tap his paper, “Now just copy that down on here and you’ve already got a question done!”

Eddie hasn’t felt smart in a long, long while and now he’s certain that he could beat even Nancy Wheeler in a battle of wits. 

…

A good forty-five minutes has elapsed since you sat beside him and he wishes he didn’t have to stop you, “Sorry to disappoint, but I have business.”

“Oh, yeah, not a problem,” you glance at a clock hanging to your left and begin packing away your things, “I don’t have a specific schedule,” a lie but something within you says you shouldn’t tell him how desperately your parents need order, “so… any day you want to work is fine.”

“Uh, yeah. I can do Monday for sure,” Eddie takes little care in brushing his things back into his bag, but he looks down at you as you carefully stow your binder in your backpack, “So, the ‘business’ is an, uh, unofficial Hellfire thing. This kid, Mike Wheeler, likes to DM but he can’t in Hellfire, so sometimes he and his friends stop by and we go through his campaigns.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” you zip up your bag and swing it around to loop around both of your shoulders.

Eddie nods, brushing back his hair from his eyes, “I only mention it, just in case you have nothing really going on,” your brows raise and so he quickly continues, “If you want to join, you can. I’ll give you a ride, you know, free of charge.”

Chrissy had canceled your girls’ night for a date that Jason wouldn’t let her skip out on and there wasn’t play rehearsal in the afternoons (instead taking up the place of your study hall hour).

“I don’t know how to play, I’d probably just be watching…” you admit, “Why would you wanna invite me anyway?”

“Well, you ever hang out with the school freak for the Satanic game of Dungeons and Dragons?” you shake your head, “It’d be a way to feel alive or something,” you cringe at your own words being thrown at you but nod to his logic.

“Still have no idea how to play…”

“Not a problem,” he waves off, “Just you being there would be enough. Even if you didn’t talk, not that I don’t want you to talk. I think you should talk the whole time, in fact.”

“Then I won’t stop talking,” you nod before gesturing to the exit of the library with your head, “Lead the way, Munson.”

He was right - you’d never even seen the board for D&D let alone watched a game. Your parents would lose their minds if they just knew that the person you had to help get their grade up was the social pariah Eddie Munson. And as much as it should make you ashamed, something about subtly disobeying your parents seems thrilling. A quiet rebellion in your own right.

“Please,” he places a hand on his chest, snapping you from your thoughts, as he goes to walk, “Munson is my family name, call me Eddie.”

As you and Eddie make your way to his van, you suddenly ask, “Will the boys be okay with me joining?”

He shrugs, “They’ll live.”

You climb in, shifting your bag so it’s settled onto your lap and quirking a brow at him, “Really?”

Eddie slams the door only to shout through the rolled up window, “Yeah!”

He comes around the van and climbs into the driver’s side. His eyes fall to the floor and he feels nauseated at the sight of fast food wrappers and empty, crushed cans on the floor. He finally gets a girl in his car and the place is trashed: of course.

You follow his gaze and shake your head with a grin, “Oh, don’t worry about it at all! I don’t even have a car, so… it isn’t like I can say anything.”

The van pulls out of the parking lot and you almost rock with the speed with which it does. 

Eddie looks at you briefly as he asks, “Really? How do you get to school?”

“Uh,” you scratch the back of your neck, “Dustin Henderson. Well, his mom takes me. We live, like, right next to each other.”

There’s a break in the conversation, you watch the trees pass through the window as Eddie speeds back to his trailer. 

Suddenly, he turns on the radio and a guitar riff breaks through the speakers at ear-rupturing level. Eddie rushes to turn it down when you flinch, “You ever listen to metal?”

“Uh, no,” you squeeze one of the straps of your bag in your hands, “my parents say it’s the reason kids have started doing drugs,” out of the corner of your eyes you can see Eddie’s brows furrow, “I mean, I’ve tried explaining it, you know? Kids have always done drugs. Even back when the pilgrims were just settling in Massachusetts, they had the early form of laudanum - not to mention the abundance of hallucinogenic vegetation in the area,” it suddenly feels hot in the van and you clear your throat just to fill the stuffy silence, “Laudanum has opium in it. It’s a drug.”

“Well, I appreciate your service in defending us metalheads’ collective honor,” he taps the steering wheel to the rhythm of the song flooding the van.

“Sorry, I ramble sometimes,” you murmur.

“‘m not complaining,” he shrugs.

A low, rough voice kicks through the song and despite the fact it’s so foreign to you, you can find your head bopping along with Eddie’s, “What band is this?”

“This is Metallica,” Eddie slows as Forest Hills Trailer Park comes closer into view, his head briefly flickers to you, “Do you like it?”

“It’s not like anything my parents play,” you nod slowly, “It’s… nice.”

Something thrums beneath your veins at the fact that your parents have no idea you’re in the local pothead drug dealer’s van listening to Metallica. Something attracts you to the idea of turning up the speakers until your ribcage is rattling with the drums.

But you don’t get the chance before Eddie stops in front of his trailer.

Eddie only stays in the van long enough to say, “You can leave your bag in here, if you want.”

To say Dustin is surprised to see you arrive with Eddie Munson is an understatement. You hadn’t seen his eyes this wide since you got him the walkies he adores and had been begging for, for months on his birthday. Mike’s jaw drops open as you wave to the two. You try not to pay too much attention to the fact there’s a gaping space where Lucas should be.

You didn’t know the others as well as you knew Dustin, but you knew enough to sense the tragedy of their shifting quartet.

“What’s she doing here?” Mike gestures to you as Eddie shuts his trailer door.

“To experience the scintillating presence of today’s youth,” you sarcastically cheer, none of the boys so much as mercy laugh and you huff before turning to Eddie, “Can I use your phone?”

He points you in the direction of his room, “It’s right on the first dresser, you can close the door if you need privacy. The place is a shithole right now, so don’t judge too much, okay?”

You wander into Eddie’s room and are smacked dead in the face with the musk of weed and cigarettes. You take into account how little it’s your business what clothes are piling on the floor and ignore them, simply closing the door and taking up the phone to call your parents.

You were supposed to be home five minutes ago.

Your father reminds you of that when you pick up. At the sound of his voice, your shoulders tense and it’s pure instinct when you hug your arms around yourself. The sound of his voice has always made anxiety swell in your gut and you can’t pinpoint why exactly, you just know that it happens.

Automatic trauma response, you read somewhere.

“Where are you?”

“Still the library,” you murmur, twirling the cord nervously around your finger, “Tutoring is gonna take longer than I thought.”

“I told you to not involve yourself with those people,” he huffs, “Just because you’re passing and the other kids are idiots doesn’t mean they have a right- “

“I know, Dad,” you bite the bullet, “I just wanted to help.”

There’s a pause, and you can practically see him shaking his head, “Ted’s daughter is already home.”

Fucking Nancy Wheeler - of course, everything is always about her.

You have nothing specific against her, you swear. It’s just…

There’s a reason you two stopped being friends.

“I’ll be home by curfew, Dad.”

“You better be,” there’s a slam and then the line drops dead.

You and Nancy were the nerds, yes, but you were the nerds together. You, Nancy, and Barb - three girls who wouldn’t turn heads until the jocks needed fulfilling of a bet from some cliche movie.

You could deal with the comparisons from your families because you and Nancy were still in it together. You could put up with the judgemental looks from your parents when Nancy did something better than you did because at least she was there.

And then she started dating Steve Harrington and Steve Harrington didn’t like you because while you were in ninth grade and he was in tenth, you refused to write his essays and give him exam answers. So, Nancy decided that she had to cut down on your time together.

The trio went down to two and you were thrown over the edge of the lifeboat.

You were still the nerd and Nancy went on to become the most desirable girl in Hawkins.

She didn’t even bother telling you when Barb went missing. Instead, you were left to find out when it was finally covered by the 5 o’clock news.

Ironically, however, you now work with Steve Harrington and find that he’s chilled out quite a bit since high school. You two are actually friends.

You drop the phone to its receiver and exit Eddie’s room, settling onto the living room floor beside your geeky neighbor, Dustin.

Mike tosses his hands up in exasperation, lips pressing into a thin line.

He and Nancy don’t actually look much alike, but it serves you no better than if he did.

Oh well, nothing will change. Your parents are your parents and that’s why you’re already hoping you can get another invite to spend time with Eddie.

Speaking of the devil, the man himself sits on the couch to your right and pulls out a box underneath the table, inside is what you can recognize as character sheets. When Dustin was just initially getting into Dungeons and Dragons, he would ask you for input on his character.

It’s one of those things you try not to forget - when the kid you live next to and sometimes babysit used to actually admire you and think you were cool. Dustin still respected you, but it was different now that he was in high school and friends with Steve fucking Harrington.

“Oh, sweet lady,” Eddie calls in a sing-song and you turn to him immediately, “I need some input over here,” you nod and hop onto the couch beside Eddie only to see that every section of the sheet is filled out. Your brows furrow and Eddie leans over to whisper in your ear, “I just wanted the most interesting person in the room to sit next to me. Pretend I’m saying something really clever and smart.”

You can’t help the laugh that flows from you as you nod, and just to really sell the act you’re quick to say, “I really like that.”

Eddie gasps dramatically, “You do?”

“Mhm,” you make an effort to sound more resolute, “Definitely.”

“Great, great,” Eddie pretends to scribble something down on his character sheet, “You know, I just knew you were the person to ask about that.”

“Oh, is that so?”

“Well, you’re way smarter than any of these kids. And you’re smarter than me. So…”

You can’t help the way your lips stretch into a grin at his words.

Nobody has ever called you smart other than teachers in report cards and when they needed someone to sit next to the problem students. So you bathe in the praise Eddie hands out so easily and you don’t notice the wary glance Dustin shoots Mike.

Echt - of German origin - meaning authentic and typical. And while Eddie may not appear typical, there’s certainly nothing better than the way he feels so human and gentle beneath the outlandish veneer.

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