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permanentswaps · 2 months

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Breaking Eric’s Trust Pt. 2

Read Part 1, written by vice versa swaps, here.

Will:

After the swap, we walked back through the parking lot and Bryce drove me back to my new home. My new body was much leaner than I was used to, making me feel a bit disoriented as I walked through the door. But I couldn't deny the appeal of Bryce’s youthful a physique – even if it was very different from the heavy muscles I'd worked for decades to build on my own body.

Entering Bryce’s room, I took in the surroundings and decided to try my hand at some sketches.

"Let’s see if this really improves my art skills," I thought to myself.

I quickly found myself engrossed in the creative process, a feeling I'd been craving to get back to. As the sketches took shape, I couldn't help but admire the dexterity of my new hands.

Distracted, I gently traced my fingertips along the veins of my opposite hand. Slowly I traced up my forearm and to my bicep, which I flexed. I then moved my hand over to my muscular chest and grazing my new sensitive nipples. I raised my arm to flex in the mirror and thought to myself “This body may not be as strong as mine, but it’s hot as fuck. Why would Bryce ever want to give this up.”

Hot and bothered, I retreated to the bathroom where I stepped into the hot shower. Felling the hot water falling across my back, I lowered my right hand to my cock while feeling my muscles with my left.

“I’m so fucking sexy. I’m so fucking sexy.” I growled to myself, before eventually cumming across the shower wall. As I came down from climax, I shook off the thought, reminding myself I’m only borrowing this body.

Just as I finished up in the bathroom, my phone rang – it was Eric, asking to hang out. When Eric arrived, I greeted him with a smile, trying to act casual.

"Hey, Eric! What's up, man?" I, now in Bryce's body, said, attempting to sound as natural as possible.

"Not much, man! Just figured I'd swing by and see what you're up to," Eric replied.

I chuckled, "Oh, not much. Wanna play some Call of Duty?"

The two of us settled into the gaming setup, controllers in hand. As we played, I couldn't help but marvel at the experience of hanging out with my son from a different perspective.

In the midst of the gaming session, I saw this as my opportunity to ask about things I wouldn’t normally know about.

"How are you feeling about going away to school?" I asked, trying to keep the question casual.

"A bit nervous, but I’m mostly excited and ready to get out of the house – date some hot girls. I am worried about my dad though; it's gonna be tough for him to be alone like this, I think," Eric replied.

I felt a twinge of sadness at Eric's response but turned my focus back to the game.

Changing the topic, Eric asked, "How about you, how are you feeling about the gap year?"

I hesitated for a moment, then replied, "I'm not sure if it was the right choice, to be honest."

"Well, at least in a year, you'll still be off to college. Then, we’ll be able to hang all the time and you'll have your pick of all the guys there," Eric said with a playful grin.

I smirked to myself, "Yeah, that'll be great," before indulging in a brief fantasy about what it would be like to live Bryce’s life in college instead of just here at home.

Bryce

A week had passed since we visited the lab, and Mr. Sullivan and I had gotten surprisingly good at mimicking each other's mannerisms and habits. As we were packing up the car to move Eric up to campus, he casually asked, “Would it be alright if Bryce came with us to drop me off?”

“I think that’s a great idea,” I responded, happy to not let Mr. Sullivan miss out on this big moment.

The three of us drove up to campus together, joking and listening to music the whole way. We grabbed a quick bite to eat before walking around the campus and bidding an emotional farewell. Mr. Sullivan, in my body, teared up a bit, to which Eric laughed and said, "Don't worry, dude. I'll FaceTime you all the time," before playfully punching his shoulder.

As we climbed back into the car to drive home, I realized this was the first time Mr. Sullivan and I had been alone together since the swap.

"How are you doing?" I asked, glancing at him.

"Alright, I guess. I'm just really going to miss him," Mr. Sullivan responded, a hint of melancholy in his voice. "The other night we were hanging out, and he told me he was worried about me, or you now, I guess. He thought I’d be lonely without him, and damn, I think he’s right."

"Oh, really? I'm sorry to hear that. But at least you know he cares," I said, attempting to offer some consolation.

"Yeah, I guess," he sighed.

"And hey, you've still got me," I added playfully, reaching over to place my thick, callused hand on his thigh. I gripped the steering wheel with the other hand, feeling the warmth radiating from him. It was clear he was blushing, and I couldn't help but smirk.

We pull into the driveway and stumble into the house. I pinned him up against the wall in multiple spots, and we shredded our clothes as we went. I was enjoying the virility of this body – I was strong before, but never like this.

Tossing my former body onto the bed, I asked, “What do you want me to do to you.”

Looking up and biting his lip submissively, Mr. Sullivan asked, “You know the other day at the lab when I said, ‘you can do whatever you want with my body when you’re in it.’” I nodded. “I really meant anything,” he said.

After loosening him up with my fingers, I rolled on a condom and began to slide myself into my former body’s tight hole. It had been a while since I had taken anything this big, and I could feel the tightness around my new cock. Yet, something wasn’t cutting it.

After a few minutes of fucking, I growled “Daddy wants to feel all of you, I hope you like it raw,” growled before taking off the condom and sliding back in. The ecstasy was almost too much to handle and we climaxed together shortly thereafter.

The next morning, I woke up in bed, feeling the warmth of sunlight filtering through the blinds. Stretching and yawning, I rubbed my face, the rough texture of a beard grazing my palms. Glancing to the other side of the bed, I saw Mr. Sullivan in my body still peacefully asleep.

As great as last night was, a slight twinge of remorse tugged at my emotions. The idea of betraying Eric's trust weighed heavily on my conscience.

Deciding to focus on the present, I smiled softly before leaning over and gently kissing Mr. Sullivan on the cheek just like he had done at the swap labs before we had exchanged bodies. As Mr. Sullivan stirred awake, I greeted Mr. Sullivan with a warm smile.

"Good morning," I said, still getting used to a deeper voice. "Sleep well?"

Mr. Sullivan rubbed his eyes and sat up. "Yeah, surprisingly well. This body of yours is quite comfortable."

I chuckled, "Glad to hear it,” before diving back in to start round two.

A few months later

Over the course of the fall, Bryce (we’d begun to refer to each other using our former names) and I navigated the complexities of each other's. I was pretty successful in fighting my lonely streak, having met a lot of new friends at the gym and through my new local softball league.

Meanwhile Bryce was also working out like crazy and had flourished in his artistic pursuits, getting admitted to an art fellowship program that he could do for the rest of his gap year.

Hidden from prying eyes, our secret relationship also continued to thrive. Even though we didn’t tell Eric, he still clocked the positive change. A few weeks ago, during a Facetime call after a particularly enjoyable afternoon session with Bryce, he teased, "Wow, Dad, you're looking great. Honestly glowing... what … or who … have you been getting up to?" I laughed it off in the moment, but as time dragged on the weight of lying to Eric grew heavier on my conscience.

Finally, it was now the day before Thanksgiving break, meaning that Eric will be home tomorrow for the first time since we dropped him off. While Bryce had been up to visit him a couple of times, I still hadn’t seen him in person for months.

I invited Bryce over to the house, ready to figure out what to do. We laid together on the bed. I sat leaning against the headboard and some pillows and his head rested gently on my bare chest.

"I gotta level with you, Bryce. I'm feeling really guilty,” I said, using my thick fingers to stroke Bryce’s torso through his halfway unbuttoned shirt. “I'm not sure I can keep up this lie to Eric much longer," I confessed.

Will, his expression thoughtful, suggested, "Well what if we just came clean to him now?"

"No, if we did that, I don't think he'd ever trust either of us ever again," I replied.

"We could swap back now," he proposed tentatively, a look of disappointment flickering across his face.

Pulling his lean body in closer to mine, I smirked. Nibbling on ear I said in a raspy whisper, "You wear that ass way better than I ever did, no way in hell am I going to make you give it up."

He looked at me, blushing, and I continued, "No, as much as it kills me, I think we need to end our relationship."

Will nodded, another look of disappointment flashing across his face before he replied, “Alright Will, if that’s what you really think is best.”

“But before we do, I need to feel my tight ass one last time,” I growled.

I got up and moved to his side before finishing unbuttoning his shirt. Then, gently running my hands from his torso around to his lower back, I motioned to take of his pants and briefs.

As I ate out his ass, I could feel my beard scratching against his smooth cheeks. Once he was loose, I got on my knees, raised his legs over my shoulders, and slid my raw cock into his tight hole.

After what feels like hours of fucking in every position imaginable, he’s finally riding on top.

Throwing his head back in ecstasy at me he moans to himself, “Oh fuck yeah. Fuck yeah. This body is so fucking hot.” Feeling himself up, he continues, “This is all mine. I deserve this. I am such a fucking hot hunk.”

I look up at him, a twinge of nostalgic regret washes over me. But as quickly as that feeling arrives, Bryce looks down at me and says, “Oh yeah, and it’s all thanks to you Will.” A naughty smirk crossing his face he continues, “Tell me how much you want me.”

Picking up the pace of my upward strokes I grunt, “Fuck yeah Bryce, you’re so fucking hot.”

“Fuck right I am, say my name again” he yells back.

“Unghhh Bryyyyceeeee,” I moan. “Take that dick, Bryce,” I grunt, grabbing his cock.

He leans over moaning, “Oh fuck yeah Daddy, I’m cumming” before kissing me and gently stroking my sensitive nipples.

That is enough to send me over the edge, coating his insides with my seed as we cum simultaneously.

Basking in the afterglow, I feel my meat still throbbing deep inside him. “Well even if we can’t be together, I still hope we can do that every once in a while,” he said, continuing to feel up my sweaty, muscular torso.

Biting my lip, I reply, “I don’t see why not.”

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steviesbicrisis · 9 months

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Dustin had been waiting this moment for months.

Mind you, Dustin isn’t one to bring up his personal life to the public at any chance he gets, but a part of him really wants everyone to know his role in one of the most important up-coming weddings of the year.

“So, I’ve heard you had a big role in all of this, what happened?” The host asks, on the edge of his seat.

“Well, I know Eddie cause we’ve done some livestreams together, we’ve met a couple of times and he seemed cool. And I know Steve cause, other than working together, he’s basically a brother to me, you know-” the audience interrupts him with a big ‘aaaaw’ sound and loud clapping.

“I think you misunderstood me, he’s the type of older brother who is no fun and makes you wish either of you was adopted.”

The audience laughs.

“Anyways, we were all at a party and I introduced them and Eddie was, you know, immediately obsessed with Steve. But Steve was engaged at the time,” Dustin decides to not dwell on this part of the story, it was a very tough time for Steve and some of it was public enough to make it worse. Dustin is just happy that he can talk about Steve’s ex-fiancé in the past tense.

“Time goes on, and as soon as the news of Steve being single again hits the public, I get a call from one begging Eddie Munson-” he wasn’t really begging but Dustin wants to sell the story “-asking about Steve once again. Like, how was he? Was he fine? Ready to meet other people? and I was like 'I don't know dude, I don't ask him about his dating prospects daily' and that's when he asked for Steve's number."

Dustin takes a small pause before going into the next part of the story "Obviously I don't go around giving people Steve's number, and I get asked a lot," the audience laughs again, "so I do the decent thing and ask Steve can I give Eddie your number? is it okay?

And Steve goes all into this theatrical performance Oi, no, mamma mia," Dustin goes strong with the Italian accent "All these men, che palle, they never leave me alone. Oddio-”

The host interrupts him “wait, does Steve have this strong Italian accent?”

“Of course not, he was born in Indiana, I’m trying to sell the story man!” Dustin pretends to be annoyed and the host goes along with it, making the audience laugh and cheer.

“Anyways, he was trying to say no but clearly meant yes. So I gave Eddie the number and whatever Eddie did with it, must’ve been the right call.”

A photo of Steve’s engagement announcement appears behind them right after: Steve and Eddie’s hands, finger intertwined and matching rings.

“Clearly he did” the host agrees after the clapping and cheering from the audience dies down.

“And what about wedding gifts? Are you doing something with the whole group? Or is it a solo thing?” The host inquires.

“Uh, I gave Steve a husband?? He should be giving me gifts”.

———

Predictably, the interview goes viral.

A few days later, Dustin comes back home to find a gift waiting for him.

It’s two VIP tickets for one of Eddie’s shows under his and Suzie’s name (a YouTuber friend Dustin didn’t have the courage to ask out, yet).

The note attached to the box is simple and very clear.

“Thank you, little shit. Now that we are even, the wedding gift is expected or you’ll be grounded.

See you at the wedding

S&E”

Despite being a twenty something, successful and independent since he was 17, Dustin takes the threat very seriously.

#inspired by Jessie Ferguson talking about Sofia Vergara’s wedding #a silly thing to come back to posting #yaaay #I love Dustin #they’re all internet famous #Eddie is a musician who started as a YouTuber and still makes videos sometimes #the party & Steve are famous for making content together regularly #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve and eddie #stranger things #steve x eddie #dustin henderson #YouTuber steve #streamer steve #streamer Dustin #musician Eddie

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sprite-writes-fanfic · 2 months

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When the ‘03 Turtles are in love!

🐢💙❤️2003 TMNT x Reader💜🧡🐢

Word Count: 889

CW: Gender-neutral reader as always, referred to as ‘you’, my underrated beloveds ong, (especially Donnie 💜), nothing but fluff! Turtles realizing they’re in love with you and how they act around you!! (+ confessions because yes <3)

🐢💙Leonardo💙🐢

💙 With Leo, it takes him a good while to realize he’s in love with you. It just randomly hits him when he’s meditating, the comfort you bring, the way he can lean on you, the way he’s always seemingly drawn to you! It hits him like a bus.

💙 He gets a little shy and distant with you, but don’t give up! Continue coming to him and acting like yourself, he’ll feel a bit guilty for avoiding you, but you still coming to him makes his heart flips and he’s feeling those butterflies.

💙 That’s when Leo can’t take it anymore and finally confides in Master Splinter, (which we both know that man knows when his sons are in love). Splinter is pleasantly surprised! But he’s happy to help his son sort out his feelings and even devise ways to confess to you.

💙 Finally, Leo works up the courage and asks you to go to the training dojo with him alone, to train. You two do train and by the end of it, Leo finally spills it, confessing his love to you, but also expressing his understanding if you didn’t feel the same.

💙 Pleasantly surprised when you admit to feeling the same way! Man is fist-pumping the air mentally when you confess. After that, you two spent more time together in the dojo, just talking things out and making it official with a hug, (a kiss will come later, Leo’s not ready to make that quick of a step!)

🐢❤️Raphael❤️🐢

❤️ With this emotional turtle, Raph is quick to realize, unlike his brothers, and at first; he’s frustrated. He didn’t NEED feelings, especially not towards a family friend, a human… A very beautiful human at that—

❤️ Okay, he gives up and comes to terms with the fact, Raph, the tough guy with anger issues, has soft feelings for YOU. (Bro went through the 5 stages of grief because of this/j)

❤️ And after coming to that conclusion, man is always trying to impress you, he gets closer to you, wants you to depend on him because he wants to be that someone for you! It strokes his ego quite a bit too.

❤️ It’s when he finally realizes he wants to be with you he shoots his shot. What’s the worst they could say? No? So, one night when you join him on patrol and you two are chilling on a roof, he finally confesses. And he’s straight to the point like, “Look uh, this is gonna sound weird, but I have feelings for you.”

❤️ Dude is so hyped when you say you feel the same way too. Raph isn’t the type to wait around either like Leo, on that rooftop was where you two shared (his) your first kiss.

🐢💜Donatello💜🐢

💜 When Donnie realizes, he panics a little actually. YOU are his best friend, and he’s completely shocked when he realizes that his heart thunders in his chest and his palms get sweaty when YOU are around, (*slow fade-in of the demi-romantic flag*).

💜 He tries to shut down these feelings as best as he can by working on his technology more and being distant with everyone, and I mean EVERYONE.

💜 Even then he can’t stay away for too long, he’s back to ranting and rambling about his inventions to you, and his breath hitches whenever you smile at and tell him, “Go on”, whenever he pauses and apologizes for rambling again.

💜 Donnie has to tell you, if he gets rejected now, hopefully these feelings will go away, right? He didn’t even consider the fact that you could possibly like him back, according to his statistics, the likelihood of a mutant and a human together is low!

💜 Well, when he sat you down for a serious conversation, going on to admit his feelings and saying he wouldn’t be hurt if you said no— Wait what? You were quick to interrupt him and tell him you liked him back?? He had to process a moment before he would shyly ask if you wanted to go for a small ride in the Battle Shell around town. (You two held hands while he drove. <3)

🐢🧡Michelangelo🧡🐢

🧡 Woof, Mikey on the other hand is a bit of a wild card, at first he confuses platonic with romance, but when his brothers point out to him the obvious, he’s all for it!

🧡 Mikey is the type to start reading comics and watch movies that involve romance so he has an idea of what to do, (and yes, he kicks his feet all giddy-like when he’s doing this).

🧡 After he’s obtained his knowledge, he’s quick to try and impress you and reenact some moments from the movies he’s watched, always saying quotes you probably wouldn’t understand. And when you don’t get it at first, thinking he’s just being Mikey, he’s a little bummed…

🧡 Then Raph has to point it out to him why his advances aren’t working, because he’s not really acting any different, and just tells Mikey to grow a pair and to tell you honestly. And that’s when Mikey’s new plan is sent into action, operation confession is a go!

🧡 Still a little confusing because he’s still making references but he’s got the spirit. Eventually he ends up forgetting the movie references and out-right tells you. And it’s safe to say, you guys have a roof-top date coming up here soon.

Gaaah, I’ve been obsessing over TMNT good lord. I wanted to write about them, and I’ll probably write more about them too 😭💙 Love turtle pookies ong, hope you enjoyed, and yes I posted the same day, I am motivated to write. ✍️

#sprite writes #fanfic #tmnt #tmnt 2003 #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2003 x reader #leo x reader #raph x reader #donatello x reader #mikey x reader #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo #2003 leo #2003 raph #2003 donnie #2003 mikey

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octoberclidan · 9 months

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I'm Right Here with You

Request: hi i love your writing for dean! and i was wondering if you could write something for him where he has a really bad nightmare where the reader either dies or gets tortured and he wakes up and she isn’t there so he has a panic attack and then she comes and finds him and talks him through it and just a lot of fluff towards the end

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

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Dean tossed and turned in his bed in the bunker. He had been avoiding sleep for as long as he could after a particularly tough hunt, but it had finally caught up to him and he'd been asleep for the past hour.

"Dean, we should split up, we'll cover the place faster and that means a higher chance of finding the victims alive". Sam said as the three of them stood in the lobby of an evacuated apartment complex.

"Splitting up also means a higher chance that one of us will get hurt". Dean said, his eyes flicking from Sam's down to [Y/N]'s.

"It's just a ghost, I think we've all been on solo hunts like this before, or worse, we can handle taking a floor each". [Y/N] said, looking to Sam for backup, and he nodded reassuringly at Dean. He wasn't happy with it, but with two against one he begrudgingly agreed.

"Be careful". He said to Sam before pointing his finger at [Y/N]. "You call me if you find it. If you find anything, you call me. Got it?" She rolled her eyes at him playfully. She'd been living with the boys in the bunker for a few months, and had been in a relationship with the elder Winchester for just a couple weeks, a side effect of which was an increase in his protectiveness over her.

"Yes sir". She sarcastically replied and he gave her a smirk.

"Let's save that for the bedroom Sweetheart".

"Dude, no bedroom talk, not in front of me". Sam gave both of them a look of disgust while [Y/N] just giggled at him. "I'll take the top floor, you two sort out what you're doing. Keep your phones off silent, okay?" Both Dean and [Y/N] nodded at him before he took off.

Dean rolled over in his sleep, a smile on his face. He had been enjoying making Sam uncomfortable by flirting with [Y/N] in front of him, and even though Sam complained about it, he was happy that [Y/N] was able to make Dean relax and show his softer side more often.

He walked through a corridor, he'd been checking for unlocked doors, had his EMF reader out and so far it hadn't shown anything. They knew the thing was in the building, and they suspected its body was hidden somewhere, but weren't sure exactly where. He was hopeful that they'd find the body and be able to burn it before the ghost hurt any of them, but it didn't usually work out like that.

He was about to try and push on a door when he heard a scream that stopped him in his tracks. It came from the floor above him, and he ran to the closest staircase as fast as he could; he knew that scream. He raced up the stairs and was faced with a crying Sam, blood on his hands, shaking his head at Dean. "I was too late". Sam cried. "I'm sorry". Dean forced himself to look behind Sam, and immediately fell to his knees.

"No, no, no. Tell me she's alive Sammy". He looked up at his brother, but Sam continued to shake his head. "NO. [Y/N], please, no". He crawled towards her lifeless body, which was slumped against a wall, and he cupped her face in his hands. "Wake up, wake up [Y/N]. Please". He sobbed but she didn't react at all. "[Y/N], no!"

Dean shot up, gasping for air, everything was suddenly dark, [Y/N] no longer in his arms. He frantically felt the space around him, throwing his cover back and patting the bed looking for her, but she wasn't there. "No, no no no no no". He looked around but he was the only one in the room. "[Y/N]?!" He shouted, swinging his legs off the bed and getting ready to stand up. He stopped when light flooded his room from the door opening, and there she was.

"Dean? What's wrong?' She ran over to him and cupped his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her. "What happened?" He grabbed her arms, making sure that she was real, and tried to blink back his tears.

"The hunt, the ghost... it hurt you, you... you were gone".

"No Dean, I'm right here with you, I'm okay".

"But you screamed".

"It caught me off guard, remember? It threw me against a wall, gave me this". She pulled one of her hands away to show him a bruise on her arm. "But then you got there and shot it, and before it fought back Sam had found its body and burned it, remember that? This bruise was the only injury any of us got. We're all in the bunker, we're all safe". She lightly brushed his stubble with her thumb, wiping away the tears that had dripped down into it. "It was just a bad dream Dean, it's okay".

"You're okay?" He sniffed, still gripping her arms tight but mindful of avoiding the bruise.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Come here". She put her hand around his head and carded her fingers through the hair at the top of his neck and pulled his head to her chest. She stood between his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed, and he wrapped his arms around her waist. He closed his eyes and relaxed into her touch, holding her close as she gently scratched his head. Her other hand wrapped around his shoulders to soothingly rub them too, feeling how tense his muscles were and letting him hold on for as long as he needed to.

When his sniffing stopped and his breathing evened out, she leant down to kiss the top of his head, pausing to breathe in the scent of his shampoo. "Want to try and get some more sleep?" She whispered to him and he tightened his grip on her, shaking his head to say no. He didn't want to fall back asleep into another nightmare, he didn't want to see her like that ever again. "Okay, that's okay. How about we lie down though?" He nodded to this suggestion, and loosened his grip on her. He didn't let go entirely though, he kept his hands on her as she knelt up on the bed. He lifted his legs onto the bed and she pushed him down so he was lying flat on his back.

She curled up on top of him, something that he'd recently admitted to her that he liked after one of their earliest nights spent together. He pulled the covers over them and wrapped his arms around her as she tucked her head under his. She absentmindedly traced her fingers up and down his chest and listened to his heartbeat, while he hugged her and listened to her breathing. "Thank you". He whispered to her, so quiet he wasn't sure she'd hear him.

She looked up at him. "You saved me today. You made sure I was okay. You made me feel okay when I was scared. You don't need to thank me, I'm just returning the favour". His eyes flickered from hers down to her lips and back up again, a silent question. She leaned up and his eyes closed as she kissed him. It was gentle, and sweet, a thank you each way. She broke the kiss and kissed his cheek before snuggling back on his chest. He didn't know how he was ever going to let her go again. He knew he wasn't going to fall back to sleep, he needed to know that she was safe in his arms. He listened as her breathing began to slow down, and pressed his lips to the top of her head before looking up to the ceiling and resting his chin on her head. He didn't need any more proof than how the nightmare had made him feel, he definitely loved her. He was terrified of losing her, and he was never going to be too late to save her. He was always going to make sure that she was safe. He loved her.

The end

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bloatedandalone04 · 6 months

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Bets & Bargains - Prologue

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➪in which bradley makes, what he didn’t realize, was the biggest mistake of his life, and tries to talk his way out of it.

Warnings: frat-boy bradley, college au, swearing, alcohol consumption, use of weed, drugs, hints about bradley having anger issues, bets hehe

WC; 866 | Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡ | THANKS FOR 3.8K FOLLOWERS

“I want out,” Bradley announced as he all but slammed five one hundred dollar bills down onto the table. “I don’t have the rest right now, but I’ll get it soon. I’m out.”

Eli looked down at the money then up at Bradley, and the two held eye contact for a few seconds before he laughed. “You can’t back out now, dude,” he said and placed his palm flat against the bills and pushed them back towards Bradley. “She’s already pretty much in love with you, man. It’ll be a waste to give up now.”

Westley nodded and sipped on his beer, the neck of the bottle hanging loosely between his fingers. Bradley held back a scoff at the fact that it wasn’t even noon yet and these two were already drunk off their asses.

These were the guys he considered his friends? God, he felt as pathetic as they looked.

“Give it a few more weeks,” the blond offered in a slurred voice. “We’re betting good money on the two of you, and it’d be a damn shame for our savings to go to waste like that.”

Bradley looked between the two drunks with a cold gaze, his head shaking as he stepped away from the table. “Tough,” he muttered. “I don’t care. I’ll pay you half now and half when I get it. I mean it, I’m done with this.”

Eli laughed, a dark, humorless sound as he stood up and collected the money in his hands. “You’re not done, Bradshaw,” he grunted. “You agreed to this, so you’ll just have to get a fucking grip and see it through. We’ll keep quiet about it, but you’re going all the way.”

He thought about how much this could hurt you in the end, and he didn’t want to be the cause of so much of your pain. He wanted to prevent it, end it now before it came back to haunt both of you.

He was better than this, he knew he was. It was just a dumb, drunk idea he came up with when he was feeling the most vulnerable he had in his entire life.

It was almost comical how fast you became a part of his life, but there was nothing funny about this moment at all.

Bradley shook his head again when Eli held the money out to him. “Guys, she’s nice, okay? She doesn’t deserve-”

“I don’t give a fuck, alright?” Eli muttered angrily. “You can either finish what you started, or I’ll go out and tell her myself.” He grabbed Bradley’s wrist and roughly shoved the money back into his hand.

Bradley glared at the money then up at Eli, his heartbeat loud in his ears. “You’re fucked up,” he mumbled as he looked down at Westley before back up at his other so called ‘friend’. “You know that?”

Eli shrugged with a fake grin. “You came up with this idea,” he pointed out as he walked back over to his chair. “You’re just as, if not more, fucked up as the rest of us.”

Wes laughed as he took the freshly rolled joint from Eli. “You’ve come this far, Brad,” and there was that stupid fucking nickname he loathed. “What’s a bit longer? No one’s heart has been broken yet, you’ve still got time.”

That wasn’t true. Not really. If Bradley continued to act like his initial intentions with you were pure, he was sure he would end up breaking his own heart, as well as yours.

Bradley narrowed his eyes at him then at Eli. “Fuck both of you,” he mumbled and turned around.

“Yeah, you’re no saint, Bradshaw,” Eli called after him in a mocking tone. “Don’t act all high and mighty just because you feel bad about hurting a girl you hardly know. I don’t know why the fuck you care so much.”

That wasn’t true, either. Despite trying not to, Bradley actually let himself get to know you. He knew what made you happy, what pissed you off, how you take your coffee on the rare occasion you actually drank it, what your favorite movie was and a hell of a lot more than he intended to.

After being around you in an attempt to make Bri jealous, he had found out that you and he had a lot in common, despite all the signs the universe threw at you that said you should’ve been polar opposites.

“Shut the fuck up,” he growled, turning back around to face Eli. “You don’t know anything, so stop talking about her.”

“Or what?” Eli challenged. “What? You’re going to mess my face up again? We both know who holds the cards here. I said she’ll stay oblivious, but I’ll gladly change my mind. So go ahead, threaten me again.”

Bradley would, in a heartbeat, but Eli is right. He held complete power over him right now, and would continue to until you find out about this stupid fucking bet. God, he hoped that day never comes.

So, instead of adding fuel to the fire, he just shook his head and left the rundown house and walked across campus to your much nicer and more inviting dorm.

Continuation, anyone? Might make this into a series?!

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fluffvstheworld · 5 months

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hello!!!! do u think u could do gideon with a really chill and laidback reader who helps him to relax and stuff? They’re like “all this evil ceo stuff must be stressful dude let’s go hang out for a bit and watch a movie” and they have a nice little time together ^^ thank you :3

Gideon Graves with a Reader Who Helps Him Relax

Being a CEO is an extremely stressful job

Trying to shuffle between the evil plans he loves to scheme and keeping the business afloat really puts a lot on Gideon's shoulders

So having an outlet for him to do fun things really helps him calm down everyday, and he especially appreciates your efforts for it

At this point he's come to look forward to the daily activities you've decided to do with him for the day, your laidback attitude really helping him to relax

Even now, as he leans back in his chair and huffs in frustration at the paperwork before him, he quickly checks his phone to see if you've texted anything

[Hey! Don't know when you'll see this, but wanna watch a movie at my place?]

Oh, you don't know how happy he is to see that message

A quick reply back and a short time later, Gideon wastes no time before he is knocking at your door, not even taking the time to change out of his work clothes

You barely even had time to greet him when you opened the door as he instantly flopped onto your couch with a sigh of relief

"Tough day at work?" "Mhm.."

After begrudgingly giving you space on the couch and cuddling up, popcorn bucket in your hands and a bowl of chips in his, the two of you start the movie

Gideon's tension slowly melts into relaxation as the time passes by, forgetting all the stress he had just a few hours before

Not to mention your presence was helping with that, too

As the movie ends, his disappointment is evident

Sadly he can't procrastinate forever, no matter how much he wants to just hang out with you all day. Those papers sadly won't do themselves

He drags himself up, fixing the creases on his suit before turning to you

"Thank you.. You don't know how much I needed this today." "Anytime."

#gideon graves #gideon graves x reader #scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim vs the world #gordon goose #gordon goose x reader #spto x reader

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Adventures in Babysitting - Steve Harrington x female!reader - Chapter 3

Chapter Summary: Billy is still hitting on you, Steve’s still mad, and Dustin’s still a pain in the ass to babysit. When he tells you and Steve that there’s a massive problem of upside down proportions, the two of you have no choice but to drop everything to help the boy, reprising your roles as badasses who eradicate the supernatural in Hawkins.

Content Warning: swearing, upside down shit, billy being an ass, stancy, anxiety and tense moments, fluff, protective!steve

Word Count: 7.0k

Author’s Note: Still a slow burn but Steve and the reader’s relationship is slowly starting to develop in this part! More of this chapter also represents Steve’s perspective on things, which was really fun to write. I also got to write more interaction with Dustin, which more is obviously yet to come, but I hope you guys enjoy!

Series Masterlist | Part 2 | Next Part

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While your conversation last night had helped him calm down a bit about Nancy’s comments about their relationship, Steve was still trying really damn hard to keep his cool about it. After all the years of being an asshole and putting himself first, he knew he didn’t deserve for things to go his way. But it was his senior year. He had hoped at least something could go according to plan, but shit seemed like it just kept finding new ways to hit the fan.

This turned out to be especially true when he was in his P.E. class, playing basketball against the same ass who wouldn’t leave you alone at Tina’s last night. Gym was the one class he didn’t usually have to worry about, his athleticism allowing it to be a distraction from his other responsibilities. In other words, it was a piece of cake. Besides, outside of study hall, it was the only class he was taking that you were also in. He would be lying if he said that it didn’t give him a bit of an ego boost to know that you were always there to watch him show off with whatever sport they played. He happened to excel at all of them.

That was until this asshole Billy showed up. Steve was pretty sure Billy was still mad about the way he interfered in his futile attempt to seduce you last night, and it was showing on the court with the way Billy was shoving at Steve every chance he got.

“Alright, alright, King Steve everyone,” Billy taunted, laughing as he dribbled the ball, “I like it, playing tough today.”

“Do you ever stop talking, man? Come on,” Steve rolled his eyes. He was just about done with this dude’s shit.

“What? You afraid that coach is gonna bench you now that I’m here? Huh?” Billy asked, getting closer and closer to Steve. He shoved into Steve, causing the boy to take a hard fall, hitting the ground pretty hard, before Billy tossed the ball effortlessly into the hoop.

You rolled your eyes from the bleachers. Boys are so fucking stupid. You were glad coach didn’t care what the girls were doing during class, more focused on the extra practice that his team was getting in; the one time sexism paid off. Most of the time you just brought homework to work on, using the class as an additional study period.

You saw Billy grab Steve’s hand to help him up, saying something to him you couldn’t quite hear, before shoving him back down to the floor.

“Alright, let’s take five everyone! Go get water, stretch, whatever, just be back in here otherwise I’m marking you absent,” your coach yelled out the empty threat, and you hopped off the bleachers and made your way over to Steve.

“So, today doesn’t really seem like your day,” you teased, offering your hand to help Steve up. He gladly took it, happy that at least through all the (as Nancy would word it) bullshit, you were still there, something he couldn’t say for his girlfriend at the moment. He shoved the thought down.

“Evidently not. You know, that Billy Hargrove kid is a real pain in my ass,” Steve fumed, “I mean first he shows up driving like a mad man in the goddamn parking lot, and now he won’t stop fucking shoving me. Like hello? Is that not a fucking foul?! And don’t get me fucking started on him coming on to you at Tina’s last night and refusing to leave you the hell alone until I had to get involved. What if I wasn’t there? What would he have done to you? I swear if he talks to you one more—“

You cut him off, “woah, woah, woah, Steve. You need to calm down. He’s just an ass, it’s not worth your time. Plus, you know I can handle my own and he’s left me alone since then, so I’m sure it’s all going to be fine. Don’t worry about me.”

“That’s what you don’t get, y/n. I’m always worried about you,” he sounded exasperated and his tone was angry, but you knew it was misdirected. You tried not to flush at the sentiment. You knew that he cared but sometimes it still surprised you considering a year ago you were largely blissfully unaware of each other’s existence.

You decided it was best to give him a few moments to calm down. “I swear it’s all going to be fine,” you promised as you headed back to the bleachers. As you turned around, you suddenly realized that Nancy was there, gripping her purse strap as she made eye contact with you. She smiled a half smile and waved, and you wondered how much of last night she really remembered. You waved back as you took your seat.

She motioned for Steve to follow her outside and he hesitantly obliged, clearly not super excited about the conversation they were about to have. As soon as he cleared the doorway, you noticed a presence to your left turning to be met with the face of Billy Hargrove. You felt your heart stop in your chest. Even though you told Steve you could handle things on your own, it was a lot easier said than done.

“What do you want?” You demanded, facing forward to avoid giving him the satisfaction of your full attention.

“I just feel like we got off on the wrong foot is all,” he said, and you could hear the fake charm dripping from his lips like poison. You knew there were girls here that would fall for this shit, but you certainly weren’t one of them.

“I don’t know, I’m pretty partial to abiding by the first impression you set and I’m not feeling so generous as to give you a do over.”

He chuckled, “you’re feisty. I like that, you know.”

“I don’t give a rat’s ass what you do or do not like. Now if you could kindly leave me the fuck alone, I think your dumbass game is starting back up,” you nodded towards the court and the boys who had started to pass the ball again.

“You’ll see. You’re gonna give me a second chance, just wait,” he predicted as he hopped down the bleachers to join his classmates. Once he hit the court, Steve made his way back into the gym and you were thankful for the timing. The last thing you needed was these boys trying to kill each other. Steve looked a little bit defeated and you couldn’t help but wonder what Nancy had said.

Gym went on per usual for the last fifteen minutes of class: girls largely sitting in the bleachers, boys trying to show off for them, until the two groups finally parted ways to change and clean up in their respective locker rooms before the bell rang in ten minutes. You waved at Steve as you made your way out of the gym, and he offered a half-hearted one in return.

Steve’s conversation with Nancy had gone just about as bad as he thought it would. Of course she didn’t remember the shit she said last night; that would be too convenient. Steve was still hung up on the fact that she couldn’t even tell him that she loved him. Was it all just a lie?

Steve headed over to the showers and undressed, hoping that the hot water could wash away some of the anger he was feeling. He had a tendency to be hot headed at times, but he was trying to turn over a new leaf. He was trying to be better, and he wasn’t going to let his temper get the best of him.

He watched as Billy made his way over to him, picking the shower to his right as turned the water on, “don’t sweat it Harrington. Today’s just not your day, man.”

Perfect, this was just perfect. Steve ignored him, continuing to run shampoo through his hair.

“More like not your week,” Tommy H added as he stepped up beside the two boys, “you and the princess break up and she immediately runs off with the freak’s brother.”

“Bullshit. I just talked to her.”

“Oh shit, you don’t know,” Tommy smiled, happy to have found more shit to throw at Steve today. “Jonathan and the princess ran off after your little conversation. She got in his beat up old car in the parking lot and it looks like they’re ditching the rest of the day. But that must just be a coincidence, right?”

Tommy laughed as he turned the water off and walked away.

“Don’t take it too hard, man,” Billy spoke up, “a pretty boy like you has got nothing to worry about. Plenty of bitches in the sea.”  Steve continued to ignore him, not having the time or energy for his shit, when Billy reached over to turn off the shower, leaving Steve soap covered and angry. He patted Steve on the back before walking away, adding “I’ll make sure to leave you some. Not y/n though. I’ve got my eye on her.”

Steve glared at him before aggressively turning the water back on. He hadn’t known about Nancy and Jonathan running off together, and frankly right now he didn’t’ care. He had always gotten weird vibes from their relationship. Hell, if he was being honest, they were probably the same vibes that Nancy got from his relationship with you. He didn’t really have time to think about all of that though, instead fuming over Billy’s persistent obsession with you.

Billy had only been here for a few fucking days and he was already causing problems Steve didn’t need. He could put up with the snide comments and taunts, but the second he came for you again, Steve’s patience would be out the window.

What a hell of a senior year.

***

It was a Saturday afternoon. Normally you didn’t babysit on Saturdays because Mrs. Henderson was off work, but she had called you the night before, saying she needed you. It was kind of hard to tell what she was saying because she seemed very upset, her emotion leaking into her voice and making her extremely difficult to understand. Something about her…cat being missing? Either way, you were headed toward the Henderson household, frustrated that you’d lost one of your only free days of the week, but you needed the extra cash, so here you were.

Before you could even make it up the porch steps to knock so that Dustin could let you in, he was flying out the door, bumping into you and knocking you off balance in the process.

“Code red! I repeat this is a code red!” He yelled into his headset as he darted past you, heading to grab his bike from the front lawn. You rolled your eyes and pivoted.

“Dude, what the hell?” You were ready to yell at him, to lecture him to be more careful, but he was mounting his bike and pedaling down the street before you could even conjure up the words. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going? You can’t just leave!”

“Y/n, I’m sorry! It’s an emergency! My mom’s bike is in the garage and I’m headed to the Wheelers’, but I have to go, now! Please don’t kill me!” He yelled over his shoulder as he got farther and farther away from you.

“I don’t know how to…ride a bike,” you started off yelling before going back to a normal speaking volume as you sighed, realizing your shouting was futile. With no other options, you thanked the universe that you had worn your tennis shoes today, and took off sprinting towards the Wheelers’.

Simultaneously, Steve was headed to the same location. He’d stopped to pick up a bouquet of roses for Nancy on the way, feeling the need to sort things out with her before it was too late. He wasn’t ready to give up on them just yet and he hoped that the gift would work like a bit of a peace offering to reset the balance and make everything okay again.

He parked his BMW in front of her house, rehearsing what he would say when she answered the door as he got out of his car.

“Listen, I’ve been thinking, I love you, I’m sorry….I’m sorry? What the hell am I sorry for?” He muttered as he made his way towards the front door.

“Steve! Are those for Mr. or Mrs. Wheeler?” It was the Henderson kid. Steve didn’t have the time for this, looking at the boy in annoyance.

“No?” He replied, confused at the boy’s line of questioning.

“Good,” Dustin replied as he grabbed the flowers and made his way towards Steve’s parked car. A rose fell from the bouquet in the process and Steve leaned down to pick it up before following the child.

“Hey! What the hell?”

“Nancy isn’t home.”

“Where is she?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Dustin started, “we have bigger problems than your love life.” He opened the passenger door. “Do you still have that bat?”

“Bat? What bat?” Steve asked. Why the hell is this kid getting in my damn car?

“The one with the nails?” Dustin clarified, throwing his hands up in a way that irritated Steve. Of course that was the bat the kid was talking about. How could he possibly have not known that considering the fact that it had been sitting in the trunk of another vehicle for a full calendar year, untouched?

“Why?”

“I’ll explain it on the way,” Dustin replied as he sat down. Steve was a bit thrown off by how immediate this had to be, not really in the mood to chauffeur the Henderson boy around. He felt anxiety creep up in his chest as he thought back to the last time he had to use the bat in question.

“Now?” Steve clarified as he jogged towards his car.

“Now!” Dustin confirmed as he slammed the car door shut. Steve quickly slid into the driver’s seat, starting the car and putting it in gear. He was about ready to pull away when hands slammed against his window, causing him and Dustin to scream out, alarmed by the sudden noise.

There you were, huffing and puffing from your impromptu run through the neighborhood. The anger on your face was glaringly apparent, neither boy recalling a time that you’d looked that mad before. And Dustin especially had done enough to make you pretty damn mad. You yanked the car door open and collapsed in the backseat of the BMW.

“What the hell y/n? You scared the absolute shit out of me! I could’ve run you over or something! Where the hell’d you even come from? Why are you even here?” Steve turned around to yell at you. You glared up at him with fire in your eyes, continuing to pant as you aggressively pushed a strand of hair aside that had fallen out of your ponytail and into your face.

“Do you want to tell him or should I?” You growled as your gaze shifted to the Henderson boy, who was attempting to shrink into nothing in the front seat.

“I-I told you that you could take the bike?” He squeaked out, clearly afraid of your wrath. You were usually so calm all of the time, so the rage permeating through the car was borderline terrifying.

“I don’t know how to ride a goddamn bike!” You screamed as you squeezed your eyes shut. It was embarrassing, but you were too frustrated right now to focus on that.

“That….well, that was an oversight on my part,” Dustin replied.

“Wait, she’s fucking babysitting you and you took off on a bike and left her behind? What the fuck dude?” Steve interjected, angry on your behalf.

“Yeah, I could have walked you to the damn Wheelers’ house! Leaving me like that was way out of line, asshole.”

“It is an emergency!” Dustin attempted to defend himself, “I’m sorry I left you by yourself to walk—“

“Run.” You corrected.

“—to run after me. But I’m not going to apologize for leaving because some crazy ass shit is going on and I need help. Big time.”

Looking at the boy it was clear that something was very wrong. Normally he was pretty happy go lucky, but now he was pretty damn stoic. Your anger slowly faded as you thought to what the boy could possibly have meant by the code red earlier.

“It…it-it’s not…it’s not what I think it is, is it?” You whispered, unable to really get the words out.

“It’s probably exactly what you think it is,” Dustin pinched the bridge of his nose. Despite the fact that the boy had left you behind, you could understand his reasoning. This Upside Down shit was not something to be taken lightly, and you were glad you and Steve were here now to help him so he didn’t have to figure it out on his own.

Before either of you responded, Steve put the car in gear for a second time, pulling away from the Wheeler residence. You guys were already losing light and Steve’s house wasn’t super close, meaning that time was of the essence.

“So…it’s the demogorgon,” Steve finally spoke up, saying what you had been unable to earlier.

“Well, not exactly,” Dustin started, “on Halloween, I found this…thing in my trashcan, really small you know—non threatening and the like—and I did some research and thought it was a pollywog—“

“A polly-what?” Steve interjected.

“A pollywog. Kind of like a tadpole, but that’s not important. Anyway, I kept it and I named it D’Artagnan, Dart for short, because I thought I had discovered a new species. Turns out I wasn’t entirely wrong because it molted last night and it’s definitely a precursor to a full blown demogorgon.”

“Shit,” you whispered and your right hand instinctively went to grasp your upper left arm, shielding your wounds from your previous encounter with the beast.

“How big did you say this thing was again?” Steve asked, not entirely convinced that this was as large a threat as Dustin was making it out to be.

“It started out like this,” he held his hands close together, “and now it’s like this,” he added as he spaced them significantly farther apart. You shuddered; if Dustin wasn’t exaggerating, this thing was now closer to the size of a small dog. It had only been a few days since he found the thing, how long did you guys have until it was the hulking nine-foot monster that had attacked you last year?

“Dude, it’s probably just some little lizard, man,” Steve began trying to brush the boy off.

“It’s not a lizard!”

“How do you know it’s not just some lizard?” Steve shot back, annoyed at the fact that this could potentially be a false alarm. Throughout Dustin’s explanation Steve kept looking at you in the rearview mirror and he could tell you were starting to get worked up over the potential of another supernatural threat.

“How do I know it’s not some lizard? Because his face opened up and he ate my cat,” Dustin deadpanned, bothered by the fact that Steve wasn’t believing him. This answer seemed to be acceptable as Steve dropped the subject, nodding, not really sure what he could say.

“Wait, Mews is dead?” You asked, your heart dropping a bit. You loved that cat; she was such a good study buddy when you were killing time at the Henderson household. Dustin just nodded quietly from the front seat.

None of you really knew what to say, so you sat in silence as Steve drove the rest of the way to his house. You all needed time to process this; time that you didn’t have. As he pulled up, you paused to take in the sight of the Harrington household. It was huge, an elaborate display of wealth that almost made you sick to your stomach. He unlocked the trunk of another vehicle, most likely an extra one that was used on occasion, pulling out the bat that he had used to save your life last year.

“Alright. Let’s do this,” Steve sounded confident, not allowing his voice to waver in the slightest. You all went to pile back into the BMW, Dustin heading for the passenger seat again when Steve grabbed him by his collar, stopping the boy in his tracks. “Nice try, pipsqueak. You’re in back.”

You chuckled as Steve opened the door for you. You spent the ride back to Dustin’s focusing on what potential horror may lie ahead of you. At least it’s smaller this time, you kept telling yourself. If you could take on a monster several feet taller than you last year, you could kick the puppy sized equivalent easy, right?

Dustin took you around the back of his house to the cellar. Despite the fact that it was locked shut, you still approached it with caution, not entirely sure of what the monster inside of it was capable of. The three of you stared at the closed doors, not really sure what you were waiting for.

“I don’t hear shit,” Steve finally spoke up, referring to the silence coming from the cellar below. If there was one thing that you knew from your supernatural encounter last year, it was that this thing was far from quiet. Sometimes you would wake up in a cold sweat, the memory of the low growl, the chattering, the screeching, coming back to you in your most vulnerable state.

“He’s in there,” Dustin promised. Steve began to hit the metal doors with the bat, still not entirely convinced. When there was no response, Steve turned to the boy.

“Alright, listen kid, I swear if this is just some Halloween prank, you’re dead,” Steve looked him dead in the eye. He knew from Halloween night how much this still affected you and if he was being honest, the experience still took a toll on him as well, so if this punk kid thought he was going to prank the two of you by forcing you to relive the most terrifying experience of your lives, he had another thing coming.

“Woah, woah, woah, how about we calm the fuck down? I get paid to babysit this damn kid, and I’ll be damned if I let you touch a hair on his head,” you got between the two boys, glaring up at Steve. Even though he had changed, you didn’t trust that his hot headedness wouldn’t return in a momentary lapse of judgment. Steve thought you looked entirely too maternal, and it made his heart skip, but he put his hands up and rolled his eyes. You turned toward Dustin.

“That being said. If this is a prank, I’m going to be pissed the fuck off,” you shot the boy a warning glance before adding, “now, do you have a key for this thing?”

Dustin tossed you the keys, but Steve intercepted them before you could catch them. He unlocked the doors, pulling them open to reveal a very dark and uninviting looking cellar. It was the kind of darkness you would have been afraid of as a child, worrying that the shadows housed imaginary monsters. However, this time you weren’t a kid and those monsters were far from imaginary. You and Steve pointed your flashlights down there, illuminating the cellar floor to display the nothingness. It was almost more unnerving than if the monster had just been there…almost.

“He must be farther down there…I’ll stay up here in case he tries to escape,” Dustin was quick to add, being so kind as to volunteer to stay far from the potential danger. You and Steve stared at him in disbelief. The nerve of this kid.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding, dude. It’s your problem, and you’re gonna be an absolute wimp about it after we’ve spent our afternoons chauffeuring you around town?” Steve fumed, about done with Dustin’s shit.

“I’m still in middle school! You guys are at least a modicum closer to being adults than I am, so it only makes sense that—“

You cut him off, swiftly grabbing the nail bat from Steve’s grasp. “You both are a bunch of cowards,” you sighed as you started making your way down the stairs. Behind you, you could hear the sounds of arguing between the two of them, each one shaming the other that they had let you, a woman, go down there alone.

“What the hell man? You’re really gonna let her go down there by herself? Not cool”

“She wouldn’t have gone in the first place if you hadn’t immediately wimped out.”

“I’m in eighth grade! You’re a fucking senior! You go down there! Man up!”

Chivalry is dead, you thought as you pulled the string to turn on the overhead light.

Your heart stopped when you saw the slick pile of shedded skin sitting in the middle of the cellar. This thing was bigger now. You felt the anxiety creep up in your chest and you swallowed the lump in your throat as you readjusted your grip on the bat, struggling to grasp it as your hands trembled. That’s when you noticed the gaping hole in the side of the cellar. You cautiously approached it, realizing it was tunneled out farther than the light from your flashlight could reach. The thought of what was lurking in that hole made you shudder.

Meanwhile, the boys finished their futile argument, not realizing you had completely disappeared into the cellar, now out of view. Steve and Dustin, stared at each other, wide eyed and panicking, realizing how gravely they had messed up.

“Y/n?” Dustin yelled hesitantly down the steps.

Upon hearing no response, Steve’s heart rate picked up and he spoke up as well, “y/n, what’s going on down there?”

Suddenly, you popped around the corner without warning, causing the boys to jump. “Get down here,” your tone was serious and the boys swiftly made their way down the cellar stairs, finally joining you as they should have done in the first place. You picked up the molted skin of Dustin’s discovery, showing it to the boys.

“Oh shit,” Dustin whispered, but when you pointed out the gaping hole in the cellar, he repeated it more emphatically, “Oh shit!”

“Yeah, ‘oh shit’ is right. We need to find it,” you turned to look at the boys. You wouldn’t let it roam Hawkins again. You wouldn’t let another Will get taken or another Barb get killed.

“It’s too dark out to do anything about it tonight,” Steve reminded you. There was no safe way for you to catch this thing. You had no game plan, no supplies, nothing.

“Steve,” you begged, looking up at him through your lashes. Even though you knew he was right, it made you nauseous to think about leaving this for tomorrow. You didn’t know how you would sleep tonight knowing that that monster was unaccounted for.

“Y/n, I’m sorry, but we just can’t. You know that. Think about how awful it was last time and we knew where the damn thing was and had a whole ass warning system for when it showed up. We can’t just walk out into the woods in total darkness expecting to find it and come out unscathed. We just can’t,” Steve replied, looking at you with sympathy. He didn’t want to leave this for tomorrow either, but you were just going to have to settle for that. There wasn’t another option.

You took a deep breath and nodded. Dustin turned to head back up out of the cellar, exiting the main room, out of sight as he bounded up the stairs happy to be out of there. When you turned to follow, you felt a gentle hand on the small of your back. You turned to face Steve and he moved his hand to your upper arm, placing his other hand at the nape of your neck. You looked him in the eye and swallowed the lump in your throat. This was the most sincere you had ever seen him.

“Hey, everything is gonna be okay. I’m gonna make sure of it, I promise,” Steve said quietly. You breathed in deeply and nodded, trying to trust him even though all of this was wildly out of your control. He let go of you reaching his hand between you, pinky extended, just like it had been in the library.

You felt a pang in your chest. That was how your lives should be; just two dumb high school students studying, thinking about what colleges you were going to go to, making stupid promises about parties that were more fun in theory than they were in actuality. Not whatever this was. But nonetheless you took his pinky in yours and you hoped with all your might that he’d be able to keep his promise; that everything would be okay.

“Hello? Are you guys coming? Did the demogorgon come back and eat the two of you alive?” Dustin’s voice rang out, sounding annoyed as it echoed in the open cellar.

“Not funny!” You shouted back, the moment between you and Steve fizzling out, as you dropped each other’s pinkies, making your way out of the cellar. You shut the heavy metal doors, triple checking that they were locked before standing to draw up a game plan with the boys.

“Alright, how about I pick you both up around 10:00 tomorrow morning?” Steve asked, looking between you and Dustin.

“That works. Dustin, your mom’s home, right? Her car was in the driveway, yeah?” You asked, making sure that Dustin wasn’t alone.

“Yep, everything should be fine here. Well, other than the whole Dart-ate-my-cat thing but yeah, I’m good. Your babysitting services are no longer needed for the evening.”

You walked him to the front door and thanked Mrs. Henderson as she paid you for watching him on a weekend. You could tell the poor woman was still distraught about her cat, and you couldn’t help but feel a pang in your chest. You and Steve made your way back over to his car and he opened the passenger door for you once again. He started driving towards your subdivision when you spoke up.”

“Steve, stop.”

He was getting flashbacks to Halloween, when the discussion of Barb had been too much for you to handle. “Woah, y/n is everything okay?” He asked, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“I just…I-I don’t want to be alone,” you stammered, “my parents work nights and I just have a bad feeling about all of this, and I’m not quite ready to be by myself. Can you just give me a minute to calm down a little?”

You looked up at Steve innocently, your facial features twisted with worry. It was a look that could break him. He remembered his promise to you; that everything would be okay. He decided that this is where that promise started. He didn’t say anything as he turned down a side street with a cul-de-sac, making his way back to the top of the street before turning in the opposite direction of your house.

“Steve, what are you doing?”

“You can stay at mine tonight. My parents aren’t home this weekend anyway so it’ll be fine,” he assured you.

“Are you sure? I really don’t want to intrude,” you asked quietly, hoping that he didn’t change his mind.

“‘Don’t want to intrude’ my ass. The first time you came to my house you practically almost knocked down my door!” Steve laughed.

“Hey! It was an emergency! What was I supposed to do? Clearly I had exhausted all other resources by that point. The Henderson kid is a problem, you can blame him,” you defended yourself, giggling as you recalled the first time you sought Steve out.

“Nah, I’ll just thank him instead. It turned out to be a really good thing for me, you know?” He smiled at you. He was right; Dustin being a hellish child to babysit ended up turning out pretty damn good…aside from all of the paranormal, supernatural bullshit you were both knee deep in.

But that didn’t matter right now, as Steve turned on the radio, the two of you singing out of key to the latest hits as he drove off towards his house.

***

Sure, it was dark out, but it wasn’t too late yet, so Steve took you out back by the pool. You couldn’t imagine living in a place like this. In theory it would be awesome, but then you thought about how often his parents were gone, not to mention how hard they were on him, and you decided that you were better off in your small but loving home.

“So, yeah, this is the pool. I would say we could go for a swim, but it’s a little too cold for that,” Steve chuckled.

“Not too cold to sit out here, though,” you smiled as you took a seat on one of the lounge chairs.

“Be careful, you might get a sunburn,” Steve joked as he took a seat in the chair next to you. He thought about how the two of you had gotten to this point. Before you had knocked on his door that fateful day last fall, he had noticed you around school, but mostly just enough to know that you were a bit of a loner and you made good grades. Hell, he had almost reached out to you once or twice when his parents were on his ass about his poor performance in his classes, but he had always scoffed and rolled his eyes. Because how could he, King Steve, ever reach out to you?

He wished he had. He wondered how different things would have been. If he would have fallen in love with Nancy or if he would’ve been spared the heartache. He’d never know but he couldn’t help but contemplate how different your relationship would have been if you hadn’t been brought together by trauma. Maybe she wouldn’t have even wanted to speak to me, he reasoned.

“You know, if you told me a year ago that I would be hanging out one on one with Steve Harrington at his house, I would’ve called you crazy,” you had gotten up, moving to sit by the side of the pool, kicking your legs back and forth in the cold water.

“I was just thinking about that actually,” Steve admitted, “do you ever wonder how different it would be if we met before all this shit happened?”

“I mean, to be honest, not really. I think we both had some growing to do before we were ever going to get along. Last year kind of forced us to grow up a little faster than we really needed to. Maybe that’s a bad thing, but right now it seems pretty good to me,” you looked at him with sincerity. You meant every word of it.

“What do you mean both of us? I was the one that was an ass, you were perfect all on your own beforehand.”

You flushed with the praise, “no, seriously, I had some growing up to do too. Back then I thought I had you all figured out. I was confident that you were just some asshole jock, and I wouldn’t have guessed you had the capacity to change. I kind of stuck to myself, and I didn’t have a lot of friends, so I guess in a way, I was a bit jealous of you. People just gravitate towards you; I blend in so much I might as well not even be there.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, Billy sure is noticing you,” Steve muttered, and you couldn’t contain your laughter. You wish he’d stop being so focused on that, but you knew how protective he tended to be, so it made sense that it would still be on his mind after how Billy had treated you on Halloween.

“Yeah, that definitely doesn’t make me feel better; actually quite the contrary,” you chuckled, “you know, on paper you both should get along.”

“That’s so not true.”

“Think about it! You’re both athletic, flirt too much for your own good, have pretty good hair, popular beyond my wildest imagination, and you guys are both chick magnets. Forgive me for seeing some similarities,” you smirked. You knew it would set him off, which is exactly why you said it. If you were being completely honest, his frustration was a bit amusing at times.

“Yeah, but he’s like a complete asshole! I would never have just grabbed you like he did at that party. That was not fucking cool. Like yeah, of course he’d want to talk to you, look at you, but couldn’t he have just introduced himself and struck up a damn conversation instead of immediately getting handsy and shit? Like fuck!”

“What do you mean of course he’d want to talk to me?” You asked, baffled. You hadn’t really dated at all because no one was really interested in the weird alt girl who, despite all stereotypes, was killing herself to make good grades.

“I hate to break it to you, but you’re pretty. And you’re not like every other bitch. You’re different and you stand out because of it. In a good way. Now stop being self deprecating and get inside, we’re going to have to wake up at the ass crack of dawn so we can pick up your damn kid,” he offered you a hand to help you up from the ground, which you gladly took, trying and failing not to flush at the compliment.

He led you upstairs after giving you a tour of the main level. “Here is the guest room, you can sleep in here tonight. Wait here a second,” he added as he darted across the hall, disappearing into what you assumed to be his room. You took in the sight of the guest bedroom. It was perfectly set up, and though it was pristine and tastefully decorated, something about it felt cold and lonely; impersonal.

Before you could think about it too much, Steve returned with a stack of clothes in his hands. “You can wear these. I-I assumed you didn’t want to sleep in jeans. It’s just, um, it’s just a pair of my sweatpants and a t-shirt, but I can take them back if you’d rather just you know, keep those on,” he said as he gestured to you and your outfit. You chuckled as you took the stack of clothes from him.

“Thanks, Steve. I really appreciate it,” you smiled up at him through your lashes.

She’s gonna be the death of me, Steve thought, as he felt his cheeks heat up from your gratitude. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, no problem. Um, well…I’m right across the hall if you need anything. Sleep well, y/n,” he smiled at you.

“Sleep well, Harrington,” you replied, entering the guest bedroom. Once Steve was no longer with you, you felt all of your fear and anxiety invade your consciousness again. You swiftly changed and looked at yourself in the full length mirror hung on the wall. I could get used to this, you thought, feeling butterflies in your stomach from the fact that you were in Steve’s clothes. It all felt too domestic. You were beginning to blur the line between friends and something more, and the thought made you a little nauseous. You weren’t sure you were ready for that.

But as you laid in the big bed in the very empty and lonely guest room, fear crept up in your chest, and you decided that none of that mattered as you quietly crossed the hall, knocking softly on Steve’s door. He answered almost immediately, a concerned look across his face.

“Is something wrong?” He quickly asked, his hands hovering around your frame as he scanned you up and down to make sure nothing was amiss.

“I-I just…I still think I’m not quite ready to be by myself,” your voice was small and you looked down at the floor, embarrassed. You felt weak and wished that you were strong enough to face this without needing someone to lean on. But that’s what friends were for.

“Of course! Yeah, um I can sleep on the floor and you can take my bed, I have an extra pillow in the—“

You cut him off, “Steve! You are not going to sleep on the floor.”

“Uh, yeah I am?”

“Over my dead body,” you shot back, “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“You’re a guest!”

“Yeah, a guest that’s being difficult!”

“Y/n,” he warned.

“The way I see it we’re either both sleeping on the floor or we’re both sleeping in the bed, so take your pick Harrington,” you replied, pinching the bridge of your nose. Nothing could be easy with this boy.

“I sleep on the left side,” he sighed as he flopped onto the bed. You flopped down next to him, and you both turned to face away from each other. You felt your heart rate slow as the fear dissipated from your body, your shoulders finally being able to relax. Steve made you feel safe, and you wouldn’t trade that for anything else.

If only you knew that Steve felt the same way about you, and that you were the only one keeping his panic at bay. There was so much uncertainty in his life right now; Nancy, college, demogorgon-upside-down bullshit. Everything felt like it was going to shit, but you were the one thing that was going right.

You were the only constant he had right now.

As the two of you drifted off to sleep, it was the first time in a long time that either of you felt truly at peace. As the night went on, the distance between you began to disappear, as you slowly shifted towards each other, your legs tangled together under Steve’s soft sheets. Tomorrow would likely bring more pain, uncertainty, and problems, but right now that didn’t matter. All that mattered was the two of you, in Steve’s bedroom, sleeping so soundly that for a moment things seemed right with the world.

***

a/n: Thanks so much for reading! Please let me know what you think! Also, if you feel so inclined as to reblog, I would not be mad ;)

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hollandsangel · 1 year

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perfect | s. harrington

my first steve fic!! he is so dear to me 🫶

mei ( @ddejavvu ) helped me brainstorm this, so thank you lovie <3 (you should literally see our dms lol)

summary: steve thinks you’re perfect

warnings: nothing much!! talk of boobs and thighs and stuff but nothing sexual!! steve being dramatic

wc: 1.2k

this is my favourite gif if steve ever. amen. (gif creds to theedorksinlove)

“i swear to god, if one more person takes out sixteen candles, i’m going back to scoops,” robin sighs, a little exasperated as she plucks the film from the stack of tapes and slides it back into its rightful place on the shelf. you just roll your eyes at your friend's theatrics, legs kicking out from your spot on the countertop.

it’s dark outside now, considering it’s nearing ten pm. the moody lighting of the street lamps on the parking lot reminds you that family video will be closed for the night in another fifteen minutes, and you’ll be able to sidle into steve’s car and head home. steve’s on the phone now, trying to talk a customer through the return process and giving a gratuitous apology when they complain about not having enjoyed their movie. he’s been pacing behind the desk for ten minutes, getting himself tangled in the phone cord. you reach forward and grab his elbow with one hand and the cord in the other, dragging him about until he’s freed.

“you know, i actually think i could go for a little micheal schoelffling right about now,” you speak up, spinning around so your legs dangle over the front of the desk rather than inside. robin shoots you a glare and you just toss her a teasing grin back, hopping off the counter and turning to catch a glance at steve whose brow is creased in frustration.

“yes sir, we’d be happy to help you pick out a new movie tomorrow. yes. yes, we open at 9 am sir.” he sighs and rubs at his forehead. you catch his eye and give him a small, sympathetic pout. “have a good night, bye now.” the phone finally makes its way back to the receiver, and your boyfriend lets out the biggest groan, mixed with a sigh as it releases from his chest.

you lean over the countertop and smooth your thumb between his brows, correcting the wrinkle that had resided there, “tough customer?” you ask. steve drops his head between his shoulders, elbows braced on the sticky surface.

“tell robin she has to answer the phone from now on,” he hasn’t looked up yet.

you snicker and muss your hand through his hair, making him slump fully onto folded arms.

“i heard that,” robin says, standing from her crouched position and dusting off her thighs mid-step on her way back to the two of you.

your hand is still placed gingerly on the back of steve’s skull, fingers timidly working at his scalp, “you guys need any help closing?” you ask. steve makes a non-committal sound and robin swats his arm.

“tell your girlfriend she doesn’t work here,” she says and steve springs up, hair flopping into his eyes and landing on his head messily. he doesn’t even look at robin, you’re already in his line of view with half a smirk on the side of your mouth.

“baby, you don’t work here,” he says it all too quickly like there are no spaces between the words, “just sit pretty,” steve says, giving you a sickeningly sweet smile. you roll your eyes like it’s a full response.

before you get a chance to actually say anything, robin pokes at steve’s shoulder and he winces softly. “what’s this?” she asks. steve straightens out and looks where she’s pointing, a little red mark peeking out from the cuff of his polo. “did dustin punch you or something?” she tries to answer her own question, and before steve can stop her, she’s lifting the material. slowly, you register what is about to happen.

“ew, dude, why do you have bite marks on your shoulders– y/n was that you?” she looks mortified but she’s also grinning. nothing brings robin buckley more joy than absolutely badgering you and steve.

you look at steve with a “how are we supposed to deny this?” look to which he just stares back, pushing away and standing fully to walk away. but not before muttering, “you should see her thighs,” under his breath.

you choke on nothing.

robin though, barks out a laugh, poking steve at the top of his spine before he gets too far away. “don’t you worry stevie, i have,” she taunts, leaning back against the counter with a smug smirk.

steve is halfway to the horror section when he stops dead in his tracks. “you what?” he spins on his heel, “why have you seen my girlfriend’s thighs???”

you drum your palms on the counter and move away, “this is my cue to leave…” you say to no one in particular, ready to run for the door.

“hey! y/n/n–what are you– baby come back!” steve makes a small advancement towards you, hand waving in the air, even if the cash desk stands between the two of you.

you and robin make eye contact and snicker at the panic in his voice. she nods her chin towards him, “what? you jealous, stevie?”

“what?” steve starts, one hip jutted out and arms folded over his chest, “have you seen her boobs too?”

neither of you speaks, only share a guilty glance.

“oh you have got to be kidding me!! why? why have you seen my girlfriend's boobs?” he is actually exasperated. aghast.

“what?” you cry out defensively, dropping your eyes from his and shrugging your shoulders, “that’s just what girls do,” you explain, shooting robin a look that cries ‘help me!!’

“yeah,” robin stutters, eyes going wide and face blooming with amusement at steve’s distress, “sleepover stuff, no biggie,” she shrugs it off.

steve’s eyes are still huge and his mouth keeps forming around words but he can’t seem to speak them. you can’t help but swell affection for how dramatic he is.

“what! i just..” you sigh, shoulders falling from their tensed position near your jaw, “i wanted to make sure they were…you know…okay,” steve picks up on your sudden shyness, how your eyes cast downward and you seem slightly embarrassed.

“you…you–you–you wanted to make sure your tits were okay before i saw them??”

robin feels like she’s intruding and starts to slowly back away from the scene before her, barely catching your evasive shrug.

“no one’s ever seen them before…i dunno,” and then steve really softens, sees the insecurity seeping into your posture and your tone, just loud enough for him to hear.

“you wha–!” he cuts himself off, shaking his hysterics away with a sigh and dropping his crossed arms. he walks over to you, tapping your hip before gripping them both and lifting you onto the counter again, hands smoothing up your thighs that are no doubt marked up beneath the denim of your levi’s. “baby,” he starts lowly, ducking down so you’ll look in his eyes, “sweetheart, your tits are perfect,” he says it so earnestly and you can’t help but giggle, even if you can hear robin gag over steve’s shoulder. you laugh again when he rolls his eyes and leans up to kiss you. “you’re still coming to mine tonight right?”

“yeah,” you’re still smiling softly when you say it, just above a whisper.

“steven i swear to god, you help me close, then you guys can go..bone or whatever,” robin interjects, garbage bag in hand.

steve reaches beside you, sly smirk still on his face as he rummages through a drawer for the keys to the front door, “i’ll lock up rob,” he surges forward and presses a little peck to your mouth, drumming his fingers on your thighs before pulling away to lock the front doors.

robin is still standing in front of you, still gripping the black bag to take out the back door. “you guys are disgusting.”

tags! @ddejavvu @pastelbabygirl19

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creedslove · 5 months

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*ABOUT JOEL*

I know Halloween is gone, BUT... I only can think about:

Stablished relationship

Trick or treat, Joel father of Sarah and adoptive dad of Ellie (reader and Joel adopted her)

Joel goes as cowboy

Reader as cheerleader

After trick or treat, party at Maria and Tommy's

Some stupid dude dressed as quarterback hits on reader and Joel tries to interfere but Tommy doesn't let him be violent

As it happens, reader says that's she's married and leaves the dude without believing and goes to kiss Joel in a VERY sexy way

Reader and Joel get REALLY worked up and go have a quicky in the bathroom and the guy listens to it by coincidence, and when he sees reader and Joel leaving, says to Tommy: "I wish I was that guy"

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: I fucking love your mind ❤️

• the girls had been driving Joel mad through the whole week, they couldn't even wait for Halloween, the small but happy Miller household was completely overwhelmed by talks of costumes, trick or treating and Halloween adventures

• the girl weren't little kids anymore, you and Joel knew there were only a couple of years left before they would gladly exchange an evening with the family for some lame teen Halloween party and god forbid sexy costumes

• Joel suffered from severe anxiety just to imagine his precious girls leaving home in revealing clothes, after all, he was a man who suffered from anticipation

• so in the end, as much as you all were tired of all the chat about that one specific thing, you were also happy they were so into trick or treating

• which went great, and as soon as they were tucked in bed - pretending to sleep to pig out on all the candy they got, while you and Joel pretended not to know so you could go out - you both got ready for Tommy's party

• Joel isn't a costume man, but he saw you in your cheerleader costume, that man was at a loss of words, if it were up to him, he would take you right then and there, not allowing you to leave the room

• but you reminded him the girls were home, and you wouldn't be able to make a lot of noise, so you promised Joel you could both go to your old apartment, the one you lived in before moving in; it was empty and it had a bed, enough for what Joel wanted to do with you

• and at that promise Joel agreed to dress up, so the best you two could put up, was a cowboy, which did not disappoint, Joel looked so fucking good

• and that man desired you all the time, you could see the lust in his eyes, loving how much he wanted you throughout the party, whenever you glanced at Joel, he was eating you up in his mind

• things were fun until some random guy dressed as a quarterback approached you; he immediately began making jokes about Halloween couple costumes and how you and him should be a couple, which made you roll your eyes at him

• you dressed like that for Joel and Joel only, knowing you would have that exact effect you did on him, but any other unwanted attention you made yourself clear about not wanting it at all

• but the guy was insisting and Joel spotted a man getting all cozy towards his girl, he felt his blood boiling and the moment he tried walking towards you both, Tommy held his brother's arm and asked him not to make a scene

• Joel grunted annoyed, he didn't like that scene at all, but was so surprised to see you swaying your hips and walking towards him once more, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and giving Joel a deep kiss

• your man couldn't resist you, he had been trying to hold himself back so bad during the night, but it was tough, it was so fucking tough. All he did was wrap his arms around your waist and pull you closer to him, kissing you as deeply and intently as he could, his grip was tight around you

• he dragged you to the bathroom and locked the door, being unable to wait for your time alone and making you scream and moan for him, as much as he tried to muffle your sounds

• outside, the quarterback stared at Tommy who embarrassedly shrugged, not knowing how to explain what was going on

• you and Joel exited the bathroom all red and flushed, both of you chuckling and giggling and you couldn't wait to get out of there and spent the rest of the night with your man

____

(to me that's Joel Miller dressed as a cowboy and no one can convince me otherwise)

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mysteryshoptls · 5 months

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SSR Kalim Al-Asim - Playful Dress Vignette

"Spending time waiting in lines"

[Playful Land – Bazaar]

Grim: Ace already went to line up for the roller coaster again…

Grim: He rode it before the show too, how many times is he plannin' on goin' on it?

Grim: I'm gonna check out all the other attractions. What should be next, hmm～

Grim: Hm? Sniff, sniff, something smells reaaaaal good over there. Let's go, [Yuu]!

Grim: This is where the tasty smell is coming from! But what is everyone lining up for? I can't see the front of the line at all.

???: Oh hey, it's [Yuu] and Grim.

Kalim: Did you come 'cause you smelled the popcorn? Me too, ahahah!

Cater: The flavor they're giving out at this stand is salted caramel, apparently. I guess that's a different flavor than regular caramel ♪

Grim: That's different than the one [Yuu] and I had earlier. I wanna try the salted caramel one!

Kalim: Yeah, let's get in line together. We'll get to the front of the line in no time if we chat together.

Kalim: Oh yeah, also, I went and tried the food that [Yuu] and Ace suggested earlier!

Kalim: Cater showed me where all the food wagons were.

Kalim: Leona and Jack were just passing us by around the same time, so I invited them to join us and we all ate pie and chicken.

1. What was the pie like?

Kalim: I was surprised 'cause they gave us a whole pie! I didn't know how I should dig in. Kalim: And that was the first time I ever had a cherry pie that tart. That was a refreshing experience.

2. How was the chicken?

Kalim: It was delicious! The meat was a little tough, though. Kalim: Leona and Jack were just tearing into the meat～ It was pretty intense watching from up close.

Guest A: Oh hey, it's the popcorn wagon! I'm starting to get a little hungry, so let's grab some.

Guest B: It looks tasty, but… There's a really long line. I don't really want to wait, so why don't we just skip it?

Kalim: Looks like those guys want popcorn too. It sucks that they're going to give up just because the line is long…

Kalim: HEEEEY, YOU TWO～～～!!

Guest A: Hm? Are you talking to us?

Kalim: Yeah! You guys want popcorn, right? You can jump in line ahead of us!

Guest B: Eh, you sure? We really didn't want to wait at the end of the line, so that's a huge help!

Guest A: I'm so glad there's someone as nice as you here. Thank you～!

Kalim: Yeah! Seeing you happy makes me happy!

Guest C: Man, I'm getting tired of waiting. Let's just give up on the popcorn and go somewhere else.

Kalim: I'm hearing some voices behind us… Ah, our eyes just met. Is that them?

Kalim: HEY, IF YOU'RE TIRED, YOU CAN JUMP IN LINE AHEAD OF US! THAT WAY YOU CAN GO AHEAD A LITTLE FASTER, RIGHT?

Guest C: Is that okay? You're so nice, young man! Then, I'll take you up on your offer.

Kalim: Yeah! Hope your turn comes soon.

Guest D: That person over there'll just let anyone ahead of him. We should definitely take advantage.

Guest E: I was just thinking that. So, we'll just raise our voice so he can hear…

Guest D/E: AAAAH, MAN, I'M SO HUNGRY～! IF I DON'T GET ANY POPCORN, I'M GONNA COLLAPSE

Kalim: Oh, that's no good! Here, hurry over here. Get in line ahead of me!

Cater: H-Hey… Kalim-kun?

Kalim: Hm? What's up, Cater?

Cater: Uhhh… I'm kinda thinking… At this rate, our turn might never come…

Guest F: Man, we're pretty tired too! Hey, let us in front of you too.

Grim: Ugh, now we got some scary looking dudes…

Cater: Yeah, that was bound to happen～ Might be better to just let them in without a fuss…

???: Hey. What're you all doing?

???: We would deeply appreciate it if you would refrain from bothering other guests.

Kalim: Jade! Floyd!

Cater: Nice timing, you two! Did you see we were in a pinch and come over to save us?

Floyd: Hah? What're you blabbering about? We're pissed at all of you.

Kalim: Eh, me!? Did I do something to anger you two?

Floyd: We've been in line behind your group for a little while now, y'know…

Jade: Thanks to Kalim-san permitting many people to jump in line, we've been suffering quite extraordinarily so.

Floyd: You're just addin' more people in front of us, so the line's not getting' any shorter. And everyone else's now just tryin' to push their luck…

Floyd: That really ticks me off, so… You good if I squeeze every single one of you?

Guest F: EEK!!! W-WE'LL HEAD TO THE BACK OF THE LINE!

Grim: Those guys just zipped away as fast as they could…

Cater: Well yeah, Floyd-kun just now was super scary. But in the end, him shooing them away really saved us.

1. That was scary…

Jade: Fufu, you were in quite the predicament on all sides, [Yuu]-san.

2. Thank you for helping us.

Floyd: 'S not like I was doin' it to help you. I'm pretty pissed off at you too, Shrimpy-chan, y'know.

Cater: Ah, hey, now! The line's moved up a ton. Let's keep going.

Kalim: Oh? You're right! I can't wait for the popcorn.

[Playful Land – Bazaar]

Kalim: They packed this bucket full of popcorn, and look! It's made to look like the Friendly Fox's head.

Kalim: See, see, his hat is the lid. This is so cool.

Cater: Yeah, it's super cute! Hey, Kalim-kun, can I borrow your bucket to snap a pic?

Kalim: Yeah, of course. Oh hey! I'll rest it on your shoulder.

Cater: Thanks～! I bet the folks online won't be able to get enough of seeing this bucket that can only be nabbed at Playful Land!

[snap!]

Cater: Nice, that came out good. I'll upload it to Magicam later～

Jade: Oh my… We meet again. And here I thought you had already received your popcorn.

Kalim: We were just taking a photo of the special popcorn bucket.

Kalim: What are you two doing after this?

Floyd: We're heading to the go-karts. I've always wanted to drive one of 'em land vehicles.

Floyd: Might not actually be the same as driving the real thing, but it might give me a taste, y'know?

Kalim: Go-karts, huh… Sounds great! I want to try driving myself too.

Grim: I wanna go too!

Cater: Then I think I'll head off on my own then. I want to go searching for all the fox symbols hidden through the park ♪

Kalim: Oooh, didn't know they had such a thing. I'll be cheering you on, I hope you find all the foxes!

Grim: Okay, now on to the go-karts!

[Playful Land – Catch The Star]

Jade: It seems the go-karts are also rather popular. This is quite the line of people.

Floyd: Hey, Sea-Otter-chan… I'ma say this now, but don't even think of lettin' other people in front of us, mmkay?

Floyd: I don't care if you wanna get cut in line, but I ain't gonna let it fly.

Floyd: If you do it again, I'm definitely squeezin' ya.

Kalim: I know. Come on, let's get in line.

Grim: Yeah! Hey, Kalim, open your bucket up. I wanna eat the popcorn while we wait!

Kalim: Did you already finish your popcorn? Sure. Eat as much as you like!

Grim: Yay! Chomp, chomp, scarf, munch! Mmmm～ I love how sweet and salty it is.

Kalim: Good, good. You have a great appetite.

Jade: You seem to be in high spirits, Kalim-san, despite standing in such long lines…

Kalim: Yeah! This is the first time I've ever had to wait in long lines. This is super fun.

Jade/Floyd/Grim: WAITING IN LONG LINES IS SUPER FUN?

Kalim: Yeah. Usually when I go to amusement parks, we reserve the whole place, so…

Kalim: I've never seen an amusement park completely packed full of people before.

Floyd: But if the whole place is reserved, then that means your wait time for every ride is basically zero. Isn't that better?

Kalim: Hmmm. I remember back when I was around 6 years old. My family had promised to take me to an amusement park…

Kalim: But then my mom and dad suddenly had to deal with some urgent business.

Kalim: So I thought I'd invite Jamil to come with me instead, but he had already left for school, so it was too late to ask.

Jade: Oh my, what a pity.

Kalim: Yeah, the timing really didn't work out ～ So in the end, I went to the amusement park with some of my other servants that day.

Kalim: There weren't any people in line, so I could get on any ride I wanted by myself, but…

Kalim: But doing everything by myself felt… a little lonely. Like I was missing something.

Kalim: By the end, I was asking my servants to ride with me, so we got on all the attractions together.

Kalim: We'd scream at the top of our lungs on the roller coaster, and play tons of games in the game corner.

Kalim: I wanted everyone to get a chance to ride, so on smaller attractions, I'd wait around to make sure everyone was able to ride them…

Kalim: Having so many people to hang out with is way better than just riding stuff by myself!

Kalim: Even spending time waiting in lines makes me happy because it's all so lively.

Kalim: That's why I didn't mind giving up my space in line to those people earlier, either.

1. I get it.

Floyd: I don't get it at all. It's boring waiting in line～ I wanna get on the ride already.

2. But waiting is still a little…

Jade: After all, we may never be able to come back to Playful Land, we wouldn't want to squander our time here.

Floyd: And even if you're having fun, you're being a bother to everyone behind you in line.

Kalim: But I want everyone who comes to the amusement park to enjoy themselves.

Kalim: Hmmm, what should I do?

[Playful Land – Catch The Star]

Kalim: But I want everyone who comes to the amusement park to enjoy themselves.

Kalim: Hmmm, what should I do?

Grim: Fnyaaa～ …I finished all the popcorn. Now I'm out of things to doo…

Grim: I wanna get on the ride already! Hey, what if we just barge in line like those guys from earlier tried to?

Jade: That won't do, Grim-kun.

Jade: We must politely explain our predicament, and tell them something like, "We are in such dire straits…" until they fully understand.

Floyd: No way. Just say, "Yo, care to get out of my way?" and they'll alllll just slowly move back for us.

Kalim: Wait!? I thought we said cutting in line was bad!?

Floyd: Didn't say that at all. All I said was to not let anyone in front of us.

Kalim: Really? But if you guys take someone else's spot…

Kalim: Then everyone else behind them'll feel upset, just like you did earlier…

Grim: I totally get why people would wanna cut. It's so boring just waiting in line.

Kalim: I don't really think so, but… Hm?

Kalim: Basically, what you're saying is that if you're not bored, then you could enjoy the wait, right!?

Kalim: I just had a great idea. Everyone, wait here a sec!

Grim: Fnyah!? That's not fair, making us wait in line and goin' off somewhere on your own!!

Kalim: Everyone, sorry to keep you waiting!

Floyd: Aha! Sea Otter-chan, what's with that getup～? You're all lit up like an atolla jellyfish.

Kalim: I went and got a bunch of the shiny and sparkling accessories they have at the stalls.

Kalim: Don'tcha think they're super bright and flashy? Plus, when I move like this…

[ting-a-ling-ling] ♪♪♪ [shan-shan-shan] ♪ [ting-a-ling] ♪

Grim: Ooh, they're making some neat sounds.

Kalim: Kinda gets you feeling good, doesn't it? So, I'll start a rhythm, and…

Kalim: JUST DANCE MY HEART OUT!!

[dances]

Guest G: Hm? I hear some sounds over there. Is there some kind of street performance going on?

Guest H: Look, look! That guy there's really standing out. His coordination of the accessories to his outfit is on point.

Guest I: And his dancing is super good! Look at those killer moves.

Grim: He's making me want to start dancing too～ Dum dee dum ♪

Jade: Oh my… It seems all those in line have had their attention drawn in by Kalim-san and Grim-kun. Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves greatly.

Kalim: Alright, I'm really riding the rhythm now. Everyone, watch me!

[backflips]

Grim: Woah, a backflip!? I can't let him show me up!

1. Amazing!! 2. Well done!!

Guest J: [whistles] You rock, keep going!

Guest K: Everyone, come over here! Check out this awesome performance.

Kalim: Woah, so many people are gathering around now.

Kalim: Looks like everyone's enjoying themselves. That makes me happy!

Kalim: Alllright, I gotta go even further. Next is…

Floyd: Niiice, it's getting' pretty fired up. Looks fun!

Jade: Indeed. What a fantastic turnout…

Jade: However, as people stop to watch, they're calling over more people… Those two have been completely surrounded by a crowd.

Jade: At this rate…

Puppet: Dear Guests!! You Are Blocking The Path For Other Guests!

Puppet: Please Cease Your Performance Immediately!

Grim: Fnyah!? Now there's a ton of the staff puppets all around us!

Jade: Well, this is quite expected.

Kalim: Eh, should we not have been dancing here? I thought it was a pretty neat idea, too.

Guest L: That was a really great performance! I wish I could have seen more.

Guest M: That made standing in line much more fun, thank you!

Kalim: That's great. I'm happy that I could make you all happy!

Kalim: For all of the amusement parks attractions, the waiting time, the stage show earlier, and even now…

Kalim: It's the best when everyone can be enjoying it together with a smile!

#twisted wonderland #twst #kalim al-asim #cater diamond #jade leech #floyd leech #twst kalim #twst cater #twst jade #twst floyd #twst grim #twst yuu #twst translation #twst stage in playful land #mention: jamil #mention: jack #mention: leona #mention: ace

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it has been days and i haven't seen ANYONE mention this so fine, FINE, i will be the one to do it

"We'll see how tough this Mario is when he watches me KILL HIS BROTHER!"

THIS LINE ALL BY ITSELF FELT VERY SCARY AND I FULLY UNDERSTAND WHY THERE WAS NEVER A MOMENT WHERE BOWSER COULD ACTUALLY TRY TO MAKE GOOD ON THIS THREAT, THAT'D BE TOO INTENSE FOR THE TONE THEY WERE GOING FOR, BUT...

WHAT IF...

(look, all i'm saying is the angst gremlin inside of me came ALIVE for a hot second and started imagining scenes playing out in different ways where Bowser DOES have this opportunity with both brothers together before the final battle and it is extremely heartwrenching stuff, OKAY)

I was originally gonna end this post here but welp, now I brainstormed a whole alternative scene under the cut

Imagine this: we're on the Rainbow Road. The blue shell hits! DK does still fall into the ocean (maybe yelling "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAUUUUULT" at Mario as he goes down) but Mario is thrown back by the explosion onto the side of Rainbow Road with Cranky Kong and the other Kongs (he is definitely injured, though) and lands there as they freak out about DK. Peach and Toad are still safely on the other side.

Mario is thus captured with all the other Kongs and taken to Bowser's airship (Peach and Mario call out to each other worriedly but there's nothing she can do and the flying Koopas are coming after her too so Mario yells for her to run and her and Toad have to flee, waaah)

(This would also let Bowser and Mario actually get to meet before the end, which I think would have been nice! Not absolutely necessary, I think the movie works fine without it, but it would have really driven home the threat/stakes a little harder and created a stronger Darkest Moment, I think)

Bowser, seeing that Mario is captured, is just FILLED with hateful glee and wants to break this little man down so badly after he DARED to get close to HIS princess, and he asks Kamek to bring out Luigi from the prison

Mario, now in the airship and restrained, gets to actually SEE Bowser and register how big/menacing he is and they have some banter where Bowser is FURIOUS and Mario is honestly just kind of confused, like, "dude, what is your problem with me??? I just came to this world two days ago???" (He's scared, of course, he's never seen anyone quite like Bowser before, but he also knows his type right away - he's a bully, and Mario's dealt with his fair share of bullies, that's for sure)

But then of course the conversation comes around to "WHERE IS MY BROTHER, LET MY BROTHER GO" and then Luigi is brought in, hands bound, and the brothers can't help but have big, teary smiles and call out happily for each other

But that happiness ends QUICKLY because Bowser advances on Luigi and Mario realizes all at once what's going to happen and he tries to run at him but Kamek drags him back with the magic

And like...I am not one for anything TOO excessive here, I wouldn't want it to be TOO far outside what a movie like this would include, but Bowser does start to hurt Luigi - picking him up and throwing him down, kicking him, scratching him up, and Mario is just in AGONY and desperately struggling to pull free from the magic and begging Bowser to stop, please, if he's mad at someone, hurt HIM, beat HIM up, whatever he wants, but please, don't take it out on his brother, PLEASE, he'll do ANYTHING

But of course, that just makes Bowser taunt Mario more, because he CAN'T do anything. He wants to see Mario broken down and a pathetic mess and begging HIM, the great Koopa King, for mercy because the princess would never be attracted to someone like THAT, how could she, how shameful! Bowser will be sure to tell her ALL about it when he proposes, he is delighted

(oh man, Bowser could even say something like that "whatever happens to him is YOUR fault, you brought your dear brother down with you when you dared to meddle in my fairytale wedding!!!" And it's a ~*~THEMATIC CALLBACK~*~ to Mario's dad, waaaah)

And finally, it looks like Bowser is going to strike a BIG blow but Kamek gets distracted or Mario just becomes desperate enough to pull free of the magic's influence with the power of BROTHERLY LOVE and he gets a punch in on Bowser that knocks him back!!!

And then Mario is helping Luigi up, holding his bruised face sweetly and reassuring him that it's gonna be okay, they're gonna get out of here and go home, and they try to run but they get dragged apart by guards/Kamek/etc again

Bowser is EXTREMELY MAD but manages to calm down and says that he actually appreciates Mario interrupting him with his pathetic little punch because he almost acted too rashly. After all, if he kills Luigi now, he'll be one prisoner short for his ritualistic sacrifice for him and Peach's wedding! Can't have that! Too bad Mario's gonna miss it! And then he grabs Mario and carries him out while Luigi is being carried/dragged back to prison and they're both horrified and crying out each other's names desperately as they're separated AGAIN

Mario gets thrown off the airship by Bowser into the ocean and left for dead (Mario probably gets one more defiant line where he swears he's gonna stop Bowser and Bowser tells Mario that'll never happen but not to worry, him and Peach are going to be very happy together and Mario and his brother will be reunited soon enough - in DEATH [evil laughter])

And then Mario gets swallowed by the eel and DK is already there and things start to play out the same way as the movie from there EXCEPT that when him and DK snipe at each other, Mario starts to break down a little and the line "Well, at least your brother's not gonna die because of you!" has a LOT more emotional weight to it and it's just a longer, more heartwrenching Darkest Moment scene in general, sob)

(and you could also have a scene with Luigi back in prison where he is obviously extremely shaken up and hurt and not knowing what happened to Mario, what did Bowser do with him, is his brother even still ALIVE, why was he so WEAK and unable to do anything, unable to even protect himself or help Mario, etc etc and that helps him have a character beat that maybeeeee makes his surprise rescue of Mario at the end feel more earned????? HMM)

I'M SORRY, I LOVE ANGST (that eventually ends happily) AND IT COMPELS ME

i'm gonna have to write this as an actual, full-fledged fic, aren't I, lolol

#mario movie spoilers #super mario bros movie spoilers #mario movie #super mario bros movie #you all already know from my previous speculative fic that bowser directly targeting luigi as mario's weakest point makes me WEAK #and that line in the movie just made the worst impulses in me flare up I'M SORRY I CAN'T HELP IT #cherrysip hc's & rambling

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Have A Little Faith - Dean Winchester P3

Title: Have A Little Faith - Dean Winchester Part 3

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Relations: Dean Winchester X Reader

TW: SPOILERS S1E12

Prompt:

Follows Faith Episode. Season 1 Episode 12.

Part 2

I pulled up to the motel and helped Dean to the door of Sammy's room. He knocked before Sammy opened it and let us in. "What the hell are you doing here?" Sammy asked, happy to see Dean again. He even smiled at me as I helped Dean take a seat.

"I checked myself out, I checked her out too," Dean replied trying to seem tough.

"You've been doing that since we met," I chuckled making Dean smile.

"Are you crazy?" Sammy asked Dean showing his concern.

"I'm not going to die in a hospital when I can just bring my hot nurse with me," He gestured to me making me scoff.

"You know this whole 'I laugh in the face of death thing, It's crap, I can see right through it," Sammy added making me smirk.

"Yeah whatever dude," Dean shrugged him off.

"Alright, so I guess I should be going." I piped up.

"Wow, wow wow." Dean stopped me. "Your shift isn't over, you're still my nurse," Dean smirked at me.

"I'm not your nurse," I rolled my eyes with a laugh.

"Would you like to be?" He added suggestively making me laugh. "Aw come on, you were the one to convince me to leave and now you're going back?" He questioned. I shook my head. Dean had an idea. "You're going to walk away from a dying man? denying him of the help he needs," He asked giving me a guilt trip.

"You suck, Dean." I gave in making him smile. I walked over and took a seat beside him. "Is that okay?" I asked Sammy.

"I guess so, I'm Sam," He added. I smiled and shook his hand.

"I'm Y/N," I replied softly.

"Yeah, so I've been scouring the internet and calling all the contacts in Dad's journal," He informed Dean.

"For what?" Dean asked adjusting his sitting position.

"For what'd help you," Dean scoffed but Sam was serious. "One of Dad's friends, Joshua, called me back, heard about a guy in Nebraska, a specialist." Sam was adamant that Dean could be saved and it was something I needed.

"You're not going to let me die in peace, are you?" Dean added making me giggle.

"I'm not gonna let you die, period," I smirked at this. "We're going,"

"Alright whatever, but first we sleep." Dean shrugged. "Y/N's sharing a bed with me in case I get cold," Dean cheekily added.

"I will not, Y/N is sleeping on the floor," I replied in the first and third person making Sam chuckle.

"You're going to deprive your patient of warmth and comfort?" He added acting shocked. I pretended to think about it.

"Yep," I quickly added making Sam laugh. Sam got up and went to the bathroom.

"I promise I won't do anything, just please stay in the bed with me. I don't want you being in pain on the floor and it would help to have you beside me if I need you to help me with the bathroom or something?" Dean explained in a concerned yet helpless tone. It was easy to see that he didn't want Sam to see how dependent he now was on me.

"Okay," I replied softly making him smile.

"You won't regret it," He added.

"I think I will," I commented with a chuckle making him slightly laugh. Sam came out of the bathroom and saw us both smiling.

"I thought you would have resisted him longer than that," Sam joked making me laugh.

"Me too but it's those eyes," I added with a laugh. Of course, I had noticed the angelic eyes of the angelic man. His green eyes are so precious and perfect yet the rest of him is roughed and handsome. It must be true what they say about the eyes being a window to the soul.

"Oh, so it's my eyes that you like?" Dean questioned with a smirk.

"Shut it, you've made two comments about my butt today and it's only 2 so you can't say anything," I retorted making Sam laugh.

"I like her," Sam chuckled referring to me. I looked at him confused but I still had a smile on my face. "I like anyone who can shut my brother up," He added. I was a little shocked to find out they were brothers but now that he mentions it I can see some similarities.

"You can wear one of my shirts to bed, my bag's just on you're left," Dean commented on changing the subject. I looked over to see a duffle bag on the floor I picked it up and put it between Dean and me. I pulled the handles away from each other and as the bag wasn't zipped up I saw a gun inside. I saw the guys share a glance.

"Nice, a double-barreled shotgun," I commented pulling it out of the bag. "It has a nice grip to it but it feels a little lopsided. Have you changed the choke?" I asked quickly from the concealed love I have for guns.

"You know guns?" Sam asked impressed.

"Damn, she's hot," Dean unknowingly slipped out but I chose to ignore it.

"Yeah, I got into them after my dad showed me his handgun collection," I shrugged and both of the guys looked impressed.

"If I live through this, I'm keeping you," Dean added making me laugh.

"Maybe I'll have to make sure that doesn't happen then," I said and handed him the gun making him smirk. I will admit I'm teasing him and playing hard to get but with a face, body, eyes, attitude and smirk like his you know he can get whatever he wants anyway. Dean put the gun aside and went into his bag. He pulled out a plain grey shirt and handed it to me before pulling out clothes for himself. I got up and offered him my hand. He took it and I helped him to the bathroom. I led him inside but before I left he smirked at me.

"You're not going to help me change?" He asked still smirking.

"I can't but I can ask the nurse Sammy if you'd like?" I teased so he glared at me. I walked out but stayed standing by the door in case I heard Dean struggling. I heard Dean groaning in pain quite a few times and I couldn't bear it. I lightly knocked on the door.

"Are you okay?" I asked but heard no reply. I slowly opened the door and stepped inside. Dean was sitting on the lid of the toilet with his head in his hands in just his boxers. I looked at him sadly. I got in front of him and knelt. I put my hands on his knees to assure him.

"I'll be okay," He softly spoke and you could hear so much pain in his voice. More than usual.

"Come on, I'll help you get dressed." I shrugged but he sighed.

"You shouldn't have to," He started.

"Hey, I'm your nurse now remember, I have to look after you," I added. Dean now looked at me and his eyes peered into my soul. He looked so glad but so grateful at the same time. I grabbed his PJ bottoms from the side and scrunched them to the floor so Dean just had to carefully place his feet inside. Once we did that, I stood and offered Dean my hand. I helped him up and smiled at him and I blushed at the height difference.

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keurimi · 26 days

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OF HEXES AND LOVE POTIONS: prologue

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prologue

the moment your hogwarts acceptance letter came in the mail, your parents could not hide their excitement. your father was a wizard, and your mother was a muggle-born. while the latter could not really grasp the concept of magic and its existence, she was more than happy to be able to send you to an expensive boarding school.

“i have high expectations for you,” your father had said. he claimed he was one of the smart ones, one of the great wizards of his generation. you think he’s spewing bullshit. he was a hufflepuff, he claimed. “as long as it’s not slytherin,” you remember him saying. whatever that meant.

you’ve been bullied your whole life for being weird, and now you have letters flying about and the adults in your life claiming you are weird, but because you’re a witch. you’re magic.

it almost seemed like a joke. you grew tough and possibly devoid of any feelings anymore because of all the name-calling, the rabid bullying, the times your friends called you a freak because you can make sticks fly, the times you got hit by small stones because a classmate saw you move a pencil without touching it. your childhood was a mess because you were weird, and no one could explain why.

and now they finally have an explanation for all of it. how convenient, you had thought.

how you arrived in hogwarts also seemed like a joke. platform 9 and 3/4, the messy, surreal atmosphere of diagon alley, you getting your first wand, and someone from the train offering you a chocolate frog (that moves, to your shock), everything seemed like a dream.

that was, until, you stood face-to-face with hogwarts itself.

you’ve seen castles in tv before, but nothing like this. the whiplash of emotions – shock, fascination, fear, excitement – was too much for your eleven-year-old brain to fathom and distinguish. you mindlessly followed your batchmates and the booming voices of the older students into what they called the “great hall”.

as you were briskly walking, trying to catch up with the other kids, another student accidentally bumped into you, falling on the floor face down. he let out a pained grunt and was beet red from the snickers he was hearing from the others. you reached out your hand, helping him up, and muttering an apology.

“no, sorry for bumping into you.” he breathed out. “i’m not too good in crowds.”

“oh,” you replied. “it’s fine. do you want to let them pass first? i’m fine with being on the back of the line.”

he let out a shaky breath as he dusted himself off. he turned to you and gave you a small smile. “that would be nice. i’m jisung, by the way.” he let out his hand.

“y/n.” you replied, reciprocating his gesture and shook his hand. the two of you exchanged pleasantries, walking much slower than the rest.

the moment you and jisung stepped into the great hall, you were both greeted by a bunch of rowdy boys who surrounded jisung, playfully smacking him. “you’re here, ‘sung! where’s chenle?” the one in the blue necktie basically yelled.

as if on cue, the “chenle” dude walked towards you, jisung, and the other boys, greeting and waving happily. you vaguely heard some loud phrases being exchanged, such as “we’re finally together!” and “i can’t wait!”, as they put their arms around each other and laughing.

you, on the other hand, couldn’t care less.

you noticed a more interesting event happening before your eyes – the sorting hat ceremony, as you’ve heard from the whispers around you. you’ve heard things from your father, too. he never failed to mention how good of a house hufflepuff was, how he hated slytherins, how gryffindors were always favored by the headmaster, and how annoyingly stellar ravenclaws were during exam season.

(he probably didn’t want to tell you outright, but your father might just be hoping for you to get into hufflepuff).

you were mindlessly watching as the other first-years got sorted into their own houses. somewhere along the line, you found chenle and jisung standing right behind you. you turned around, trying to look for some clarification as to what is happening in front of you.

“hey, what do the houses mean?”

jisung and chenle halted their conversation, looking at you with shock on your faces. “you don’t know?”

you shook your head. “i wouldn’t be asking if i knew, right?”

jisung cleared his throat. “uh, yeah, right.”

he proceeded to explain to you what the sorting hat ceremony was – it was to group you into the house where you belonged, based on your personality. gryffindors were generally brave and courageous, ravenclaws were knowledgeable and curious, hufflepuffs valued loyalty and hard work, whereas slytherins are cunning, ambitious, and resourceful.

“but we usually get sorted into where our parents and ancestors were sorted before.” chenle chimed in. “i’m guessing you were raised as a muggle?”

“a muggle?” you questioned.

“you know, a regular human with no magic at all. you lived in the muggle world?” you just nodded in response.

your conversation was interrupted by the old woman professor (who introduced herself as mcgonagall) called chenle’s name. moments later, the sorting hat screamed “gryffindor!” and the ones with the red and yellow neckties cheered loudly.

jisung was up next. he looked way too nervous, you almost pitied him. you pat his shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile. “hey, you’ll be fine. it’s just a hat.”

he shakily laughed. “haha, just a hat, right. my dad will kill me if i don’t get into hufflepuff.” his steps were heavy as he approached the wrinkled hat. you can almost hear himself praying to get into hufflepuff. in some odd way, he reminded you of your proud hufflepuff father.

you cheered as the sorting hat yelled “hufflepuff”. at least jisung can probably sleep in peace now.

you were called next. you see jisung and chenle from your peripheral vision, gesturing a thumbs up for good luck. not that you needed it, really. it was just a hat. it was just a house.

as long as it’s not slytherin. your father’s word bellowed in your mind.

the hat was placed on top of your head. you can hear its muttering – ‘a half-blood, with a hufflepuff father. yet you’re so unlike him. you take risks, yet you are calculated. you’re intelligent, but with no care for acquiring knowledge. you have never experienced your father’s plights, as your gifts are miles ahead from your ancestors.’

whatever that means, you thought.

‘but i sense greatness in you. greatness that can only be polished in the house of slytherin.’

my father will kill me.

you can hear the sorting hat laugh, deeming your words as a joke.

‘it seems to me, you are not afraid of your father. i will put you in hufflepuff, if you so desire.’

you paused for a moment and looked around. you met jisung’s gaze, and you contemplated your father’s words. he’d probably be over the moon if you were in hufflepuff – plus jisung seemed like a good friend. you looked at the slytherin table, where the atmosphere seemed cold. most of them were blank-faced, with slicked back hair. if they went to a muggle school, they’d probably be the rich arrogant kids who thought the world revolved around them. the gryffindor kids seemed to be too loud, whereas the ravenclaws looked a bit too nerdy for your liking.

furthermore, the hufflepuff warmth blinded you. you craved something new.

you took a quick glance at the slytherin table once more.

i’ll manage in slytherin, you thought.

“then slytherin it is!” the sorting hat bellowed.

sorry, dad.

the rest of the night was a blur. the feast was grand, you swore you saw like 30 whole roasted chickens in the slytherin table alone. some other first-year girls tried to strike up a conversation with you, yet the moment they found out you were a “half-blood”, with a muggle mom and a hufflepuff dad with a muggle job, they scrunched their noses in disgust and didn’t say another word.

judgy much?

(you couldn’t blame them, though. you chose slytherin based on your judgments of the students from the other houses – it just seemed like you’d found your people).

“don’t mind them. they think they’re the shit just because they’re pure-bloods.” the guy sitting in front of you suddenly spoke, eating a drumstick without a care in the world.

“pure-bloods?” you questioned.

“ya know, those with magical parents. slytherins are known to be prejudiced to half-bloods and muggle-borns, you see.”

“oh. too bad then.” you shrugged.

he gave a hearty laugh in response, earning looks from the other nearby students. “you don’t seem to care.”

“because i don’t.” and because it wasn’t your first time being left out. it almost felt like home.

“i like you!” he basically shouted, again, earning dirty looks from the others beside him. “i’m haechan, a second-year student. pleasure to meet you!”

“y/n. it’s my pleasure too.” you gave a curt nod.

haechan placed the drumstick back on his plate and fixed his gaze on you. “you seem interesting, y/n. maybe that’s why our jisungie has taken a liking for you.” haechan wiggled his eyebrows, causing you to wince (he looked pretty disgusting doing that, honestly).

“ah, you’re friends with jisung.” you replied.

“yup! me and this old fella here,” he grinned and placed his arm over the silver-haired boy beside him. “this is jaemin! also a second-year student. hey, jaem, say hi to our new muse~”

jaemin didn’t pay attention to haechan’s words, but was polite enough to acknowledge your presence.

haechan was talkative, almost very unlike other slytherins based on your observations so far. he talked about his family, how his father got one of the most prestigious positions in the ministry of magic, how he got gifted a dragon for his eighth birthday, and the like.

he bragged a lot, but he didn’t seem to be an asshole.

“how about you? what do your parents do for a living? how’s life in the muggle world? oh heck i gotta visit sometime-“

his rambling was interrupted by the head boys of each house instructing everyone to finish up and go straight to the dorms. you weren’t able to spare another glance at haechan and jaemin anymore. to be fair, you just wanted to see what the dorms looked like and get some rest.

as you lay in your bed, your things half-unpacked, your mind replayed the events of today. once the news gets out to your father that you now bleed green, he’ll probably be incredibly upset. you internally remind yourself to send a letter of apology.

your eyes close, finally getting some well-deserved rest from the chaos and information this new world had brought you. maybe tomorrow, you’ll understand a bit more about the wizarding world.

but you still don’t know if you’re dreaming or not, so who knows if tomorrow exists.

a/n: this is such a long fucking prologue LMAO but i got excited with the world-building & establishing y/n’s personality. no mark lee yet sorry abt that! and yes i do believe that mark lee is a hufflepuff do not fight me on this

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Promise Me | Trevor Zegras

summary: you and Trevor are forced to confront your past when you are brought back together for Alex’s birthday.

request: yes/no

prompt: “I just... I thought you would’ve called.”

warnings: mentions of alcohol

word count: 1.45k

authors note: been trying to figure out how to write this prompt all day and I think I ended up landing on an option that makes me happy. I’ve given dickhead Trevor actual emotions for this one?

It was the hardest thing he had ever done.

Just over three years ago Trevor dumped you days before he signed his professional contract with the Ducks.

To say that you were left gobsmacked was an understatement, as a couple you had been experiencing long distance since you went to college. You were in Vancouver and he was in Boston when everything seemed to be going well. You thought you were ready to spend the rest of your life with him but clearly Trevor felt differently.

Trevor broke up with you through text blocking your number before you had the chance to ask him about it. The hockey player had done it that way as he hoped that it would mean that he didn’t need to see your heart break in front of him.

Some fucked up part of his mind believed that breaking up with you was the best thing for you. Trevor didn’t want to hold you back. You were destined for a successful job and the hockey player wanted you to be happy with a man who could truly love you in the way you needed.

Life was tough as you tried to move on, all the dates you went on ended with you never calling them again. Whether it was the fact that they didn’t make you feel the way Trevor used to, their laugh didn’t sound like music to your ears, you just couldn’t find it in your heart to love them. Not when Trevor was still the man your heart yearned for.

Six months ago you had gotten a job offer with the LA Kings media team and you didn’t hesitate to take it.

Alex remembered you from your time with Trevor and whilst none of their friends truly knew how the relationship ended, they all just assumed that it was the distance that brought the best sixteen months of your life.

But the older boy still took you under his wing from the moment you got to the golden state.

You had managed to avoid Trevor as you turned down Alex’s offers to nights out, all until his birthday. As much as you didn’t want to go, you simply couldn’t say no to him not on his birthday.

So you got ready, having a few shots of confidence before you made your way to the club.

It made you feel sick as you locked eyes with Trevor. His hair had grown, his new tattoo sleeve was on full display letting you see it for the first time.

Similar thoughts went through his head as he saw how your hair had grown and you looked as beautiful as ever “what are you looking at?” The girl he was talking to asked as she furrowed her eyebrows attempting to follow his line of sight.

The Ducks player felt anger form in his belly as Alex pulled you into a hug calling over his teammates that he was talking to so that they’d see you. Trevor wasn’t a jealous person, truly he wasn’t. But when it came to the idea of one of his best friends dating you, sure you weren’t Trevor girl anymore but that didn’t matter to him.

A scoff left the girls lips as she connected the pieces together “you’re an asshole dude,” she complained as she pushed past him heading back in the direction of her friends.

The air was thick as Trevor made his way to the area “good to see you Zegras,” you were willing to bite your tongue for the sakes of Alex and his birthday.

But when you said that it was a total burst of his bubble “you two y/n,” he licked his lips.

A few hours went by and you continued to drink making your own game where whenever the boy stared at you long enough to make you feel like he was burning holes into your head you’d take another shot.

If they needed to know how you were feeling, you’d definitely be failing any and all versions of a dui test.

It took Trevor a lot longer than he would like to admit to finally talk to you properly “dance with me Cole!” You slurred as you held your hand out to the boy who was sat looking at his empty shot glass “don’t make me beg!” Your pout was enough to get the HABS player standing but all of that didn’t matter when Trevor got up and wrapped his hand around your arm pulling you in the direction of the door.

Your mind went blank as you didn’t know what to say “we will dance later!” You called out as you pointed your finger at Cole who just laughed in response.

Trevor scowled as his grip tightened “no you won’t,” he mumbled as he finally got to the door and stopped walking when he got you outside.

The wall was cold as it hit your back “what the fuck are you doing here?” The hockey player spat finally letting his grip soften around your arm.

Air was forced out of your chest when his face was centimetres away from yours “it’s Alex’s birthday,” your voice was near inaudible like you hadn’t even spoken.

It made the boy roll his eyes as he couldn’t believe that you were actually there “I work with him,” you added trying to justify your reasoning for being there.

Trevor let out a low laugh “you fucking live here now?” He didn’t think that the words were coming out of your month.

How long had you been there for? How had Alex not told him that you were there? The questions ran through his head at a million miles an hour “did you expect me to update you on life or something?” You scoffed as you rolled your eyes hearing the stupidity behind it.

He didn’t want to admit it but he swore that it would have been the case “I just… I thought you would’ve called,” Trevor confessed finally letting his emotions come to fruition.

What he didn’t expect was that you’d let out a laugh pushing him off of you “you text dumped me and think that I’d call you when I came to town?” You shook your head swearing that he was on something that let him be that stupid.

Trevor push his hand through his hair “yeah, pretty fucking shit way to get dumped.” You added as you crossed your arms.

Your eyes stared at him going straight to his soul “I did it for you,” Trevor’s comments made you want to pull your hair out “don’t you dare fucking say that to me!” The loud tone of your voice attracted the attention of people around you.

Tears formed in your waterline “you think dumping me was for my own benefit?” You were glad that you had enough vodka in your system that you were able to say everything you wanted to “you broke up with me when I needed you the most.” The moment your voice began to shake Trevor wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you into a hug. That was clock work for him, his way of comforting you always.

Those hugs were like your drug, they were the kind of thing that was good for your heart soul and mind “m sorry,” the hockey players voice tickled your ear sending shivers down your spine.

A sniffle left your nose “was I not enough for you?” You asked pulled away to look at him.

Trevor used his thumb to wipe your tear away “baby you are my world.” The sober part of you believed that he had misspoken with the tenses, but the drunk part of you just thought about how kissable his lips looked.

Your lips formed a pout as your hand went on top of his “don’t say that if you don’t mean it.” You sighed not wanting to let your thoughts get the best of you “I can’t go through that pain again.” You added as you were ready to go jump into his arms letting him bring you back to his apartment.

The hockey player nodded “really thought I was doing the right thing baby,” Trevor matched your disappointed tone as he was being honest with you.

An idea sparked in your head “if I give you another chance-” you tucked your hair behind your ears “I’ll do anything,” he cut off you off as his eyes lit up.

“If you’re going to let it end let me down easy this time.” You huffed as your cheeks grew warm “I can’t handle you breaking it all over again.”your words caused him to nod.

“Gonna give you the world, I promise.”

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