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yourdoorisunlocked · 3 months

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What A Dish, What A Doll! - Part 1

𝐀/𝐍: This was originally supposed to be pretty dark, but my mind clearly had other plans since I ended up writing a fluffy little fic about our favorite radio man lmao. I’ll probably write up the angstier fic, too, if this one does well.

Also, the Reader is AFAB, since that’s what I’m comfortable writing for as a girl myself.

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𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐,𝟏𝟏𝟓 𝐍𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

. . .

The door to Alastor’s manor creaked open for you, and with a grin you took the spare key he gave you from the lock and swung the door fully open to push yourself inside in an attempt to escape from the late winter chill.

It was a late January night, meaning the serene moonlight washed over the snowy landscape as early as 5:00 P.M., making it dangerous for a lady like yourself to be wandering the streets of New Orleans late at night.

But it had been months since you really had to worry about anything like that, since you had Alastor by your side to look out for you. Such a sweetheart to you, and a bit of a mama’s boy, too, judging by the pictures set atop the mantle just above the unlit fireplace.

The mere thought of your ever-enthusiastic smiling companion made you especially giddy as you kicked off your winter boots and shrugged your coat off your shoulders, placing it upon the antler-adorned coat rack and skipping past the staircase into the living room.

Flopping on the couch, you reached over for the radio while cuddling up with a blanket, excited to hear the well-awaited voice of the man who had altered the direction of your life – undoubtedly for the better – and you were practically kicking your feet like a flustered schoolgirl who had received your first confession as Alastor’s voice rang through the small device, loud and clear for you to hear.

“Good evening, New Orleans!” You couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiastic announcer’s voice that he normally used for his radio show, and the first time the two of you had met.

Though, Alastor was more relaxed around you nowadays, seeing no need to keep up the too-cheery facade his listeners had renowned and adored him for. You cherished moments when he was simply relaxed, content with a close-lipped smile and sitting beside you, whether it be reading, playing the piano with you, occasionally even pulling you into a spontaneous dance.

As you listened practically through the entire thing, you began to silently fantasize about your unpredictable yet darling radio host.

“Well, I’m afraid that’s all the time I have tonight, folks! I should be going, now. It's rather bad form to keep my doll waiting at home for me~,” He finished with a soft chuckle.

Blood rushed to your cheeks at that last little comment, practically cursing Alastor for his cheekiness, and he knew that you listened to his shows whenever you could.

"The au-diddly-dacity of that man..."

“Thank you for tuning in! See you next time~...”

The radio returned to static for a few seconds, before a jaunty little tune began to play through the speakers, and it just so happened to be one of your personal favorites, one that you, no matter what mood, nor what you were doing, couldn't help but jump up and dance to.

And, of course, Alastor knew you loved it.

You sighed with content as you relaxed into his couch cushions, sinking into the blanket that Alastor had laid out for you since he'd found you constantly falling asleep to his voice on the radio when he returned home from work.

A pang of guilt thundered against your chest as your heart strained at the stinging reminder of how much of a burden you really were to Alastor. He was a good man, who helped you out when you were in a tough spot, you should at least repay the favor, right?

I should at least do something nice for him... He's been so good to me, even inviting me over for dinner more times than I can count.

He was the one who offered me that job at the radio station, hell, he even let me off early so I could listen to his show!

With a huff, and a newfound sense of energy, you got to work around the house, tidying up and lighting the fireplace, sparking a candle or two, and keeping the radio playing all throughout the thirty minutes you had spent cleaning, imagining the look on Alastor’s face when he returned.

You had even started on dinner, making a nice pot of venison soup, since it seemed to be his favorite.

You pushed down the swell in your chest when you heard the doorbell ring, excitedly rushing over to a mirror and sweeping across your face and hair, making sure everything about you was in perfect shape.

You opened the door, craning your neck a good amount to make eye contact with dark chocolate eyes staring down at you intently, almost illuminated in the moonlight, set against smooth caramel skin beneath a fluff of mocha brown hair.

“Hel-!”

Alastor’s usual smile was smacked clean off his face at the sight of you standing before him, apron tied across your skirt with a few stains upon it, hair slightly amess but clearly put together.

"-Lo... My dear, what is the meaning of this?..." His tone seemed cheerful enough, if a bit bewildered as his eyes scanned your form once more, stopping upon the apron once again before returning his gaze to yours.

You looked so painfully, so heart throbbingly domestic that it nearly gave him a heart attack when he first opened the door. Such a submissive nature fed into other... primal desires of his that he wasn't fully prepared to delve into.

You smiled sheepishly up at him. "Why don't you come in? I've already started dinner," Alastor's trademark smile quirked his lips upward as he suddenly took your arm and headed inside, practically glowing as he headed straight for the kitchen.

"Oh, no, mister, you stay right there," you winked down at the radio host as you pulled him into a chair. "You've been working so late, let me handle dinner."

You truly piqued Alastor's interest when a familiar scent wafted past his nose, and he eyed you with surprise as you worked in the kitchen, pouring a hot, thick broth from the pot into a small bowl.

As you headed towards him, he tried his best not to absolutely melt in his seat as you served him with a smile, and he carefully took the steaming bowl from your hands.

Venison, hm? Well don’t mind if I-

AN: You know that one scene in Ratatouille where that critic takes a bite of his dish, and gets a flashback to when his mom used to cook for him? Imagine that but with Alastor.

“Is it good?” Your soft, almost worried voice brought him back to reality, and as he met your hopeful, imploring gaze, Alastor nearly choked on his food as heat crept up to his cheeks, burning against his face and ears.

For just a moment, I thought I saw...

With wide eyes, you rushed over to him with a napkin, patting his back and looking over him with concern as his coughing ceased, and he took the cloth with a grateful, slightly wobbly smile.

“Was it really that bad...?” Your confidence wavered slightly as you stared down at Alastor, realizing the sudden proximity as electricity raced up your spine and lit your cheeks aflame.

Half-lidded cocoa-brown eyes searched the very depths of your soul, before he shook his head and murmured, "No, quite the opposite. I'm... I'm actually quite thankful for this, tonight." Though, it couldn't have come at a worse possible time, when he was finally squashing any sort of emotions he felt for you into the dirt, only for you to make them froth and rise to the surface yet again.

Why, he hadn't realized how long it had been since anyone had done anything like this for him!

Ah, his dear mama...

He recalled the last dish she ever made for him. Her house-famous Jambalaya that he had adored so much. It even managed to put his father in a good mood.

"A-Al? Alastor? Are you alright...?"

He hadn't even noticed that tears were streaming down his slim cheeks until he felt small droplets falling upon his lap.

"Oh, nothing. This... This all just reminded me of someone..." He shook his head and took his circle-rimmed glasses off his pointed nose, rubbing the fogginess off the glass as the gears turned in your head.

You raised an eyebrow. "Who...?" You then caught a glimpse of the photos set above fireplace just past the couch that faced away from the kitchen. Of course!

Immediate regret washed over you as you fretted over Alastor, apologizing meekly as you attempted to clean up the soup in front of him, but you were stopped as he gripped your wrist.

"I'm so sorry! I never meant to be such a burden, I just really wanted to do something nice for you, s-since you're always-"

"No, please, this has been a delightful surprise, darling." You froze at the pet name, heat creeping over your cheeks and tinging your ears a bright pink as Alastor released his grip upon your hand.

"You have never, never felt like a burden to me. I promise you that," he slid his hand from your wrist to your hand in an act of comfort, but it only served to make your face glow even redder.

"Now I'd like to finish the dinner you made for me. If you don't mind, of course," his usual cheekiness had returned when he spotted your slightly flustered face, and you nodded and returned to your seat promptly.

Alastor, being ever the chatterbox, resurrected the flowing conversation between you two for a good hour, as he recalled stories from his childhood, keeping you entertained throughout your dinner. Your laughter filled the hallway, your smile both wounding and freeing his heart, while you sat, mesmerized at his captivating storytelling and how he spoke with his hands, practically alight as he drank in each expression you gave him.

"Would you care for a dance, darling?" Alastor spoke up suddenly, the contents of his bowl completely gone as you eyed it. You shyly agreed as he smiled gently and pulled you into the living room.

Soft caramel brown hands wrapped around yours as Alastor's slender fingers held you close in a surprisingly tight grip against him, and you could feel the rise and fall of his chest, along with his rapidly beating heart despite his suave demeanor as he slowly danced along with you to one of the songs that had begun playing on the radio beside the fireplace.

Nothing but your dear friend's soft humming along with the sounds of the radio filled the silence between you in the moment, and you began to relax in his grip as you lazily kept up with his slow steps.

Put your head on my shoulder~

A slow dance between you two, with an occasional twirl as Alastor nearly swept you off your feet swept the minutes away, until the moon was well past the horizon and twilight fell upon the sky.

As he spun you around once more, a sudden gust of air swept past the pair of you, nearly blowing out the candle beside you.

Hold me in your arms, baby...

Alastor's eyes widened at the sight of a petite, elderly woman standing beside the doorway into the kitchen, watching the two of you intently, until her form faded from the door with a shimmer of light and a gentle smile.

Squeeze me oh-so tight, show me...

He gulped softly at the sight of the angel while you stared into his eyes, completely fixated upon his surprised open-mouthed stare as his gaze flickered from behind you to your lips.

You barely missed his darkening expression as you both began to sway slowly once again.

Show me, that you love me, too~...

"Would you like to stay the night, darling?" For the first time in his life, Alastor seemed unsure, maybe even nervous, as his dark brows creased together and his charming smile twitched at the corners of his lips. You smiled and reached up to smooth out the crease with your fingers.

You had no idea how he warred with himself, knowing that he'd be practically signing his soul away simply to be in your company.

Put your lips next to mine, dear~...

But... Perhaps this would be worth it.

Perhaps moments like these, when time slowed, where you both could block out the rest of the world and simply bask in each other's company would be worth the risk.

Won't you kiss me once, baby~?

Alastor had decided, right then and there as you stared up at him with nothing but adoration.

He'd have you. He had to. He was damned either way, but he'd storm the pearly gates themselves if he failed to drag you down with him.

Just a kiss goodnight, maybe...?

But, with immense relief, Alastor realized wouldn't take much persuasion as your eyes seemed to twinkle beside the flickering candlelight, and a gentle yet teasing smile played at your lips.

You and I will fall in love...

"Yes, I'd like that very much, Alastor."

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𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Okay, I KNOW that 'Put Your Head On My Shoulder' was released in the 50s, BUT LET'S PRETEND IT WAS THE 20s, OKAY???

Anyway, I really enjoyed writing this first post, I might write a part two if the people want one. Maybe Alastor headcanons?? Who knows...

Let's just see how far this goes lmao.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #fluff #alastor x reader #alastor the radio demon #fanfic #writing #very inaccurate 1920s representation #this man is my new hyperfixation for the next couple of weeks so buckle up lmao #I will never shut up about alastor istg #expect more slow dancing scenes with him #it's like 12 am rn ya'll 💀#yourdoorisunlocked

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thewulf · 5 months

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Adorably Clueless || Steve Harrington

Summary: Request - So everyone rags on Steve for being stupid right so here’s the idea the reader who is pretty smart acts clueless about a lot of things and asks Steve for help because they don’t like the way the others jokingly call him stupid all the time... Read Rest Here

A/N: We’re pretending Robin and Steve are friends their senior year of high school, everything is moved up a year. Dustin and co are in eighth grade and reader/Steve/Robin/Nancy are seniors. K thanks <3Thank you for the request @loving-and-dreaming

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Y/N

Word Count: 3.5k +

“Can I have a ride to school?” Dustin asked as you slid into the seat next to him running a bit behind this morning. You’d taken a little extra time to make sure you looked a little bit nicer than normal. Steve was around. He was always around. And you’d be lying if you didn’t say you had a little crush on him. You and every girl in Hawkins that was.

You quirked your eyes up to him while pouring the remaining orange juice into your glass, “No Harrington this morning?” Asking inquisitively. Steve had been picking Dustin up early the last few days throwing you out of your normal rhythm with the middle schooler.

He shook his head quickly, “No, we finished that project.” He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Rolling your eyes, you put the bacon and eggs your mom had made up onto your plate in a hurry, “Yeah, sure. Not like I have to go anywhere else.” You snickered knowing Dustin had to walk down the hill to the middle school, you couldn’t be bothered to drop him off then park.

Your mom sighed gathering the attention of both you and your brother, “I’m glad you’re driving him again, Y/N.” She smiled at you giving your hand a pat.

You frowned almost immediately at that comment, “Why? Steve’s perfectly fine at driving him.”

She gave you a tight-lipped smile knowing how you were. You weren’t going to back down from a fight, you never did, “Well, you know what they say.” She chuckled looking at Dustin who simply gave her the same look of confusion.

Shaking your head quickly you deadpanned at her, “I actually don’t mom. Enlighten me, will you?” You snapped back feeling all the irritation bubbling to the surface. Of course, you knew what they said about Steve. He was dumb. He was irresponsible. He would never get out of Hawkins. Blah blah blah. You might’ve believed that in the past but no longer was that the case. After you saw how he treated your younger brother you saw him in an entirely new light. Steve was kind. Steve was sweet. Steve was beyond thoughtful. You were crushing hard on the boy. And you’d done a pretty damn good job at hiding it. Right up until now. You were definitely giving it away now. Dustin’s eyes burning into the side of your head told you so.

She gave another quick, nervous laugh before clearing Dustin’s plate, “He’s just trouble sweetheart.”

“Typical.” You grumbled feeling annoyed as hell by your mother’s dismissal of the sweet man you’d observed over the last few months.

Dustin looked over at you giving you a curious look. You were usually mouthy with your parents but never pushed it too far. This was pushing it beyond what he was used to. And for Steve? He thought that was odd. Especially for you. He’d learned almost everything from you. You were analytical. Smart. Only spoke up when you knew you were right. Why were you defending Steve Harrington so boldly?

“What’s that honey?” She asked turning back to the two of you.

“You of all people shouldn’t believe the gossip. Thought you told us not to judge a book by its cover mother?” Refusing to look at either of them you decided on staring at the plate in front of you.

Her nervous smile gave it all away, “Sure. Now, off you go. Don’t want to be late to school now do we kids?”

You frowned annoyed as hell by the utter dismissal of the conversation. Oh, so typical. Rolling your eyes, you stood not even attempting to clear your plate, “Come on Dusty. We’ve got some learning to do.” You didn’t wait before grabbing your backpack and keys and walking out the front door without so much as a goodbye. Dustin followed quickly yelling a goodbye leaving a very quiet house for a very mouthy woman to deal with.

When Dustin jumped into the passenger seat of your old sedan you looked over at him. He was giving you the weirdest look. Studying you, “What?” You asked deciding to do your seatbelt instead of looking at him. You couldn’t look at him. No, that’d actually give you away.

“What was that about?” He asked not deciding to hold it back.

“What was what about?” You played dumb. It was so much easier. So, so much easier than explaining a stupid little crush that’d go absolutely nowhere.

He shook his head leaning back into the seat, “Steve? You’ve never mentioned his name before. Now you’re yelling at mom over breakfast about him? Thanks for that by the way.” He smiled knowing you’d always have his back.

You shrugged while backing out of the driveway, “I don’t know… You like him. He fills a gap I can’t fill. So why shouldn’t I defend him?” Trying to play it off you were thankful you had a reason to keep your eyes forward and on the road.

He nodded his head not fully believing you as his eyes narrowed in on you, observing you, “Sure, Y/N. That’s all.”

You nod quickly not daring to look over at your overly observant brother. Weren’t boys supposed to be clueless? Why was every single one of them clueless except Dustin? Of course, your brother wasn’t defective like a majority of the male population, “Yup. That’s all Dustin.”

The rest of the ride was nearly silent as Dustin sat there staring at you. He wasn’t going to give it up and neither were you. So, silence it was. When you parked the car in the lot you turned to him, “Not a word is mentioned of this morning to him. Do you need a ride home?”

Dustin smirked. The little fucker smirked. He unbuckled his seat belt and gave you the biggest grin, “Can’t guarantee that and nope. Steve is driving me home. We’re doing some investigating after school.”

You shook your head, “For once. Keep your big mouth shut. What are you even investigating? It’s Hawkins.” Giving him a curious glance, you stepped out of the worn-down vehicle trying not to be too late to class.

He jumped out of the car mimicking your actions, “Again, can’t guarantee that dear sister. And exactly. It’s Hawkins, there’s lots to investigate.” He grabbed his backpack before turning off to head down towards the middle school, “I’ll be back late, let mom know.” He waved knowing it was best to not give you the last word. Whatever. You’d cover for him like you always did. Steve was good for him. Just like Mike, Lucas and Will. It was never lost on you how you were always a touch jealous of your younger brothers ability to make true friendships. You’d only had one true friend. Thankfully, she was in most of your classes. You’d have gone insane have to deal with this whole high school thing alone.

As Steve got to know Dustin more you got to know him a little better too. It got under your skin how everybody so casually called him dumb or stupid. He was neither. He just played a part. A part you were easily able to see behind. He was his true authentic self around your brother, at your house. You’d caught him talking nerdy with your brother and asking questions somebody dumb would never. Steve was a master at his craft. An illusionist who needed to be the center of attention. For the life of you, you couldn’t figure that part of him out. For that you’d have to have a real-life conversation. One you often shied away from. Little did you know Steve was determined to get that conversation out of you, Dustin’s far too shy older sister. The girl he’d been crushing on since his split with Nancy.

He knew he was a goner the first time he really saw the real you. You were arguing with your mom, something he’d learned was commonplace in your household. He was amazed by your ability to express your words. You so flawlessly got your point across in a way he’d never seen. You were in his classes, but he’d never really seen you before. You were beautiful. Especially once your younger brother talked you up without even realizing it. He’d started to fall for you without even having a proper conversation. He wasn’t going to give up though. He wasn’t planning on going to Dustin, but he was starting to run through all his options. Every time he tried to dive in a little bit deeper you gave him that deer in headlights look. A look of knowing he was pushing the boundaries a little too hard. He’d back off. But then he got absolutely nowhere with you. Until you started coming to him for little things. You’d ask him a math question, one you’d obviously know the answer too, but one you knew he knew the answer to as well. Something to boost his confidence. For even you knew he heard the snide remarks about his intelligence. He was human too.

In English you’d ask him a silly grammar rule. In Phys Ed you asked him how to correctly shoot the basketball even though you’d been taught a thousand times over by Dustin and his know-it-all friends. In Spanish you’d ask him a simple question, beaming with pride when he answered back correctly. Little by little you tried to help him in the smallest of ways.

He was doomed, doomed from your sweetness. You’d taken his heart without the simplest of clues to doing so. He was trying to give you all the signs, the signs that showed he was incredibly interested in everything you had to offer. But you were clueless. Absolutely clueless to it all. For as smart as you are you were oblivious to him right in front of you. If he couldn’t figure it out soon he’d have to go to Dustin to get to you. He’d gotten the sense that only Dustin could talk some reason into you.

You’d been a pro at avoiding Steve at school that day. He hadn’t a clue as to why you were being so elusive. You were far too aware of your feelings to even try and approach a semi-normal conversation with the man. Avoiding him was your best option.

“You’re acting weird Y/N.” Kelly, your best friend, said as she spotted your eyes darting the cafeteria at lunch, “Been acting weird all day.”

“No, I haven’t Kel.” Speaking back in an instant you turned your full attention back to her.

A smirk that was eerily similar to Dustin’s danced on her lips as she watched you. Everybody seemed keen on your actions today, “In fact, you’ve been acting a little off ever since a certain Harrington has become friends with your very own brother. Peculiar.”

You rolled your eyes rather dramatically at your friend, “Look at you, jumping to conclusions.”

“You’ve been avoiding him all day Y/N.” She said matter of factly.

Shaking your head, “No…”

“You literally made Mandy trade seats with you in Chemistry today. I don’t want to hear it.” She cut you off.

“You’re annoying.” You sighed.

“And you’re being avoidant. The usual hey?” She grinned knowing she had you there. This was totally your style.

“Whatever Kelly.” Looking away your eyes went wide seeing Steve and his very own best friend, Robin, walking your way, “Gotta go talk to Mrs. Pace about my grade. I’ll see you later?” You stood quickly and ran off before she could even reply. When you turned back you saw the three of them conversing, talking about who knows what. You. They were talking about you.

When you heard the front door open and close you’d assumed Dustin was alone. Your parents were out for a dinner date with another couple they’d been friends for years with. Being miserably bored you were thrilled when you’d heard him come home. Having somebody to annoy made you far too giddy.

“There you are!” Yelling from the top of the stairs you skidded to a complete stop seeing not only your brother but his much taller and much more handsome friend standing in the kitchen with him.

All too pleased with himself he gave you a head nod, “Y/N. Steve’s going to stay for dinner.” He didn’t ask, he stated.

“Sure, I’ll just be up in my room…”

He cut you off grabbing at your arm, “No, I know you haven’t eaten. Sit.” He sounded weirdly like your father.

“I already…” You tried but again he cut you off.

“No, you haven’t. The plate is untouched. Your water is still at the table. Sit.” He pointed to your usual chair. He had you there. He was too damn observant. Only Dustin.

You glared at him but sat down next to Steve who looked all too happy to be sitting there with the two of you. Not even you could lie, he was damn adorable sitting there kicking his feet watching the two siblings bicker back and forth.

Dustin set down two plates in front of you and Steve, “I just remembered. I was supposed to call Mike at 7! We’re supposed to be doing Mr. Ryan’s homework.” He rambled before running off upstairs.

“Dustin?” You called feeling a growing irritation for your meddling younger brother. The little shit just left you to fend for yourself with Steve fucking Harrington? What the fuck?

“Kids a trip.” Steve smiled over at you hoping it’d calm your nerves a bit. He knew you were nervous for some reason. He was anything but intimidating, or so he thought.

Your face broke into a grin knowing his motives. He was a trip, that one was for sure, “You could say that again.” Defeated, you grabbed at your fork knowing you couldn’t really just leave him sitting in your kitchen. Dustin would quite literally kick your ass if you did that.

He nodded his head in agreement, “Your brother is pretty great too. Never thought I’d enjoy spending so much time with a literal kid.” He snickered knowing the optics of the situation were less than stellar.

Finally, you looked at him. And Jesus, was he stunning. It wasn’t fair. He was so damn attractive and then he was so damn kind? Dustin was setting you up, “He get it from somewhere.” You agreed with him while nodding your head.

Steve’s smile grew even wider as he let out a hearty laugh, “He told me you were funny.”

Eyebrows raised you replied, “He did?”

“Yup.” He scooted a tad closer to you. All too thrilled you were finally entertaining a conversation with him, “He says a lot of good things about you.”

Without even realizing it you bit your lip slightly. A little habit Steve had noticed in school as he watched you a bit closer this year. It happened when you were thinking. When your mind was reeling, “Dusty’s the sweetest younger brother. I’m lucky.”

“Well, he’s got a pretty great older sister he watches all the time.” Steve said so casually you weren’t positive if you were hearing

Your eyes snapped back over to his suddenly very aware of why you avoided these conversations. Your cheeks were absolutely ablaze feeling like you could cook an egg off your face it was so hot, “

He smirked, “What? No comeback? He says your infamous for those. And I’d tend to agree. You schooled Mr. Clark the other day.”

Biting back a smile you rolled your eyes, “Dustin has a lot of opinions about me, hmm?”

He leaned forward feeling brazen, “You’re right. Enough about him. More about you.” His chair scooted just a bit closer. He was bold, you gave him that.

“Me?” Your face had to be as red as a tomato now.

“You heard me.”

Trying to be just a bit brave you continued, “Well, what about me?”

His chair inched ever so much closer. Your heart was racing at an uncomfortable pace as he opened his mouth, “Tell me something about you sweetheart.”

Sweetheart? Sweetheart. Damn, that made your already racing heart explode, “What do you wanna know?” It was a whisper. God, you were pathetic. He made you pathetic. A pathetic bumbling mess, “I hate chicken nuggets. I think they’re disgusting.” You said the first thing that came to your thoughtless mind.

He didn’t give you any time to be embarrassed though. He let out a snort before full on laughing, “Chicken nuggets? Really?”

You nodded quickly defending yourself, “I just… I just don’t think chicken should come that way. Not natural.”

He snickered shaking his head but moving his chair even closer. He was almost on top of you now. Surly, he could hear your racing heart, “You’re a trip too, Henderson.”

“Hopefully you mean that in a good way.”

His smile should’ve given you the hint. But you were clueless. Absolutely clueless, “In the best way.”

The two of you were so into the moment you didn’t hear the younger version of you walk down the stairs. To be fair, it had been twenty minutes. He’d just been sitting in his room bored to death and couldn’t take it anymore. So, he walked down the steps. When he walked into the kitchen he’d expected to find the two of you bickering. Just like he and Steve did. But he found the opposite. The two of you… enamored with each other?

He couldn’t hide the small smile creeping up on his lips. He’d all but gotten a confession out of Steve that he liked you. And he wasn’t dumb, you liked him. So, this was meant to happen, right? Plus, if the two of you were together then Steve would be over all the time. A win, win.

But he was bored, your love could blossom another time, “What’d I miss?” He spoke up. You nearly jumped from your seat. Steve scooted away in a hurry.

“Dustin!” You whisper shouted, startled by his sudden presence.

“Son of a…” Steve muttered while glaring at the younger boy.

Dustin gave him a devious smirk, “What was that Steve?”

“He likes you; you know.” Robin set her bag down next to yours on the ground. She plopped down in the seat next to you in the wide-open library.

You looked up from the homework you were working on, “Hmm?”

“Steve. He likes you. Hard.”

Shaking your head, you decided on giving her your full attention, “No, no he doesn’t. I think I’d notice if he liked me.”

She snorted lightly, “You’re adorable. Adorably clueless. He likes you Henderson.”

“Then he’ll tell me himself.” You said so assuredly you weren’t expecting her reply.

“You’re right. He will.” And before you could reply Robin was off as soon as she had sat down.

Before you could focus back on your homework and ignore the weird interaction with the girl you’d come to adore from afar somebody else was in the seat she had just occupied.

When you looked up and spotted him your weak little heart started racing once more, “Steve, what’re you doing here?”

“Here to tell you something.” He smiled leaning back in the chair.

Robin? Robin was written all over this. He couldn’t actually like you. It was more of a thing to say to get her to shut the hell up. But now… now Steve might actually admit something.

“What’s that?”

He kept quiet until you looked up at him. He smiled gently at you. Trying his darndest not to freak you out, “That I like you.”

“You like me?” You asked back so quickly he was sure you hadn’t really processed it.

“Yes,” He nodded quickly, “I like you. A lot.”

“Me?”

He grabbed at your hand, “You.”

“You’re sure?” You couldn’t believe him. No. Not until he confirmed it at least twenty times.

“Positive.” He gave your hand a squeeze trying his best to keep you grounded in reality. Not stuck in that pretty little head of yours.

“Oh.” You’d finally processed his words. He liked you. Damn, he liked you?

“Hopefully that’s a good, oh.” He mirrored your words from earlier on in the week.

A small smile came to your lips, “Yeah, it is… but…” You paused not sure how to ask the question that was itching at the back of your head.

“But?”

“But you’ve never seemed interested.”

He let out a quiet laugh, “Robin was right, you are adorably clueless.”

You gave him a fake pout, “Hey now.”

He shook his head, “I didn’t say it wasn’t cute. It’s adorable. You’re adorable sweetheart.” He grabbed at your other hand, holding both of your much smaller hands in his.

“Hey Steve?” You said after a moment of silence.

“Yeah?”

“I like you too. I like you a lot.” You bobbed your head up and down.

“Tell me then, what do you say? We’ve got a problem and I’ve got a solution. I’m taking you out Friday evening. On a proper date.” Steve proposed looking all too hopefully at you.

You grinned, “I think that sounds like a great plan.”

He let out a small sigh of relief, “Finally, it’s a date my dear.”

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 3 months

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Steve sniffled as he cleaned off Eddie's gravestone once again. The town had been saved, the crack closed, and somehow Vecna had been defeated. No one really knew what happened. Only that a mysterious figure with wings had saved their asses. El was still trying to find them, but they were hiding themselves pretty well. Hopper believed he slunk back into the Upside Down before it closed, but no one else believed that, especially Dustin. He didn't say it outloud, but he knew the kid believed that it had somehow been Eddie. Steve didn't want to discourage him or get his hopes up. He didn't know what to do.

All he could do now was to keep cleaning Eddie's headstone. Edward Munson: Now At Peace. Yeah, right. People keep spray painting "burn in hell" across the headstone. He didn't deserve this. . . Even in death, they were still fucking with him. Steve let out a strangled yell and threw the rag.

"It's not fucking fair!" Steve snapped.

Steve breathed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose. He stared at the headstone and did some breathing exercises to help calm him down. Now would be the perfect time to tell him everything, at least, Robin said it would help.

"I never got to really know you, man," Steve said. "And I really wish that I did, though. I wish I could see you play that guitar even at the Hideout. . .to see you up on that stage. I kind of wanted to see you graduate, too. I would have loved to see you give Higgins the finger. I always hated that guy. Fucking asshole. I would have loved to see you DM up on your throne. I'm not sure I would be able to play, I honestly would have gotten distracted. I wish I knew more than that, though. Like, what's your favorite song? Your favorite movie? Your favorite color, man? I don't know. . .anything. I wish you were here to tell me. I just wish. . ."

He stood there for a moment as though he were expecting an answer. Steve sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He went to reach for the rag, but someone beat him to it. A man with a hat over his head and sunglasses on his face was kneeling in front of Eddie's grave. Steve had no clue who it was.

"Let me help, son," the man said in a deep southern accent.

Steve had been spending enough time with Wayne and Dustin to realize that this man sounded an awful lot like Wayne with his accent. He knew it wasn't Wayne, though, because this man was too young and he knew that Wayne was working.

"You didn't do this, did you?" Steve asked.

"I just want to help, boy," the man said. "A handsome man like Eddie Munson doesn't deserve this. Although, I guess you could say he is hot as hell."

"That's a weird thing to say about a dead guy," Steve said, scrunching up his nose. "Did you know him?"

"You could say that. You could also say that I knew him a little too well," he said. "I kind of overheard your speech there, son. I can answer some of those questions for you, ya know?"

"I - would like that," Steve said softly as he grabbed the extra rag and knelt down to clean up the headstone.

"Well, most people would think differently about his favorite song. He loved the song Rolling Stone by Muddy Waters. His mama would teach him how to dance to that song. Sometimes, she would place him on her feet. He loves red, but he also loves the color blue," the man said. "He loves Conan the Barbarian. He used to sneak into the theater with his best friend, Ronnie."

"Ronnie?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, she was the first friend he ever made, and she was never more than his best friend despite him making an embarrassing move on her," he chuckled.

"That sounds familiar," Steve laughed. "He told you all this?"

"In a way," he said. "Ronnie showed him the way into leading lost sheep. His uncle gave him the kick in the ass he needed into not giving a fuck what other people thought of him. He still had some learning to do. He was kind of queer in the head, though, despite all of that."

"What? Who cares what he was into?" Steve scoffed. "Are you seriously judging him on that? I'm queer in the head myself."

"Wait, hold on, son. I ain't judging him for that, and you do know that queer also means weird, right?" The man asked.

"Yeah. . .I mean, I forgot," Steve stuttered.

"Should I just forget that you came out to a complete stranger, son? Doesn't matter, I didn't have a problem with Eddie being like that," he said, and then he dropped the accent. "I can't believe you did that!"

He dropped the hat and the sunglasses, slapping his knees as he stood up. Steve gaped up at him. His hair was cut short, but he would recognize those dimples anywhere. He was grinning wildly down at Steve.

"Eddie?!" Steve choked and he stood up.

"Hey, Stevie," Eddie said.

It was the first time he had called him that, and it made his stomach flutter. His brain tried so hard to comprehend that it was Eddie, but he looked so drastically different without his hair that he couldn't really focus. He noticed that he was also wearing a hoodie and a polo that looked awfully familiar.

"Hey, that's my polo," Steve said.

"Yeah, I broke into your house," Eddie said. "I wanted to look the least like myself."

"Why?" Steve asked.

"So, that people won't try to murder me, Steven," Eddie said.

"No, I mean, I get that. Why the deception?" He asked.

"Hi, I'm Eddie Munson. I like to be dramatic," he said, and he held out his hand. "Go ahead, take it."

Steve wrapped his hand around Eddie's like he was shaking his hand. His skin was cool to the touch, and Steve couldn't help but stare at it.

"You're real," he whispered.

"Very," he grinned.

"Why is your hand so cold?" Steve asked.

"I'm vampire now so. . . ," Eddie said, shaking his head from side to side.

"You were the mysterious figure that destroyed Vecna," Steve said in realization.

"He tried to make me his little bitch. Wanted me to do all his dirty work and kill of you," Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes. "No thanks. I can't even clean my room when my uncle asks, and I love the man. Do you think I'm going to kill people I care about for someone I hate? Yeah, no."

"You saved us. You saved this town despite the fact that they hate you for no goddamn reason," Steve said.

"Well, my dad conned half the town, so yeah," Eddie shrugged, and then his eyes lit up. "Oh, I saved Higgins! You should have seen the egg on his face. He does know I'm alive, but he probably feels guilty about blackmailing me into dropping out in '84 now."

"He did what?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, crazy story. I should tell you all about it over dinner," Eddie said.

"That was smooth," Steve smirked.

Eddie ran his hand over the vest Steve was wearing and smirked.

"My vest looks good on top of a polo," Eddie said and paused, looking at him softly. "I'm not going to waste my chance this time. Hey, Steve?"

Suddenly, Steve was brought back to the Upside Down, and Eddie had looked at him with meaningful eyes before they parted ways. The memory was soon gone.

"Yeah?"

Eddie grabbed him by the vest and pulled him in, crashing their lips together. Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve’s neck, pulling him in closer as he deepened the kiss as Steve gripped his hips. Eddie broke the kiss, allowing Steve to breathe.

"We're kissing over your grave," Steve said.

"Better than walking over it," Eddie cackled.

Steve suddenly began pushing him backward until Eddie's back hit the tree that was next to his grave. He pressed his body up against Eddie's and covered his mouth with his own. He really should care that he was making out in a cemetery, but all he was aware of was Eddie. Eddie's mouth against his, Eddie's tongue making its way back in, and Eddie's hands quickly pulling his polo out of his pants so his hands could press themselves against his skin. All that mattered was how alive Eddie was and how much Steve could feel it. It was like all the lights were turning on inside of him, and it was Eddie that was flipping them on. Steve quickly broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against his, breathing heavily.

"We better stop before we do something else in cemetery that we're not supposed to," Steve said.

"Probably a good idea," Eddie said. "I think we just gave a granny quite a shock."

Steve looked over his shoulder and saw an older woman standing a few yards away, looking appalled.

"My God. She's literally clutching her pearls," Steve said.

"What do you think it is? That we're two men or that we're making out in a graveyard?" Eddie asked.

"Young man, my hearing is just fine! I don't care if you two have dicks! I mind that you two are fooling around in the place where the dead sleep!" She scowled.

Eddie and Steve looked at her in shock for a moment.

"I was not expecting her to say that," Steve said with wide eyes.

"Who would?" Eddie asked and glanced at the old woman. "Alright, time to adopt a grandmother."

"No, Eddie, we have to tell everyone you're alive, especially Wayne and Dustin," Steve said.

"Right. . .Dustin. Shit, I died in front of him. I know this is a stupid question, but how is he?" Eddie winced.

"Devestated but also hopeful that the mysterious figure who saved us all was you," Steve said and took Eddie's hand. "Let's get you home."

They laced their fingers together and walked out of the cemetery, apologizing to the granny as they left. They didn't care if anyone saw them, but after the town nearly went apocalyptic, how could anything else matter? The only thing that mattered was that they were both very much alive.

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whumpshaped · 3 months

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tw addiction whump, alcohol, past trauma, pet whump, rocky recovery, flashbacks, emeto, paranoia, self-blame, self-deprecation, dehumanisation

Once Whumpee had gotten out and was allowed to make their own decisions again, they decided it would be prudent to make as many bad ones in as short a time frame as humanly possible. Their first trip out of the hospital had brought them straight to the liquor store, and they bought as much alcohol as their court settlement could pay for. They wanted nothing but to forget. Forget the trial, forget their captivity, forget…

Sit pretty for me. There you go, good boy. Aren’t you a good little pet?

They swallowed and threw the money on the counter, then grabbed their beverages and left without a word. They didn’t give the cashier enough time to recognise them from the news.

The bottles kept clinking together quite obnoxiously as Whumpee struggled to bring all of them up the stairs to their apartment. They clinked even more as they tried to put them down one by one without breaking any so they could fish their key out of their pocket. They groaned when they realised they would have to repeat the whole thing again; pick up the bottles one by one, bring them inside, push the door closed with their hip, put them down one by one, lock the door.

They stared at the collection of all the different beverages they had laid out in front of them. Vodka, gin, whiskey, whatever they could find on the shelves, they’d bought. They had no idea what they liked. They doubted they liked any of it.

Whumpee glanced towards the window, shame immediately rising in their chest. What if someone saw them? Would the people judge them? Would the knowledge of their trauma make it worse in their mind or better? Would they accept them as just another failure of society, someone who had been too weak to handle the hand life had dealt them? Or would they scream and shout about the unfairness, the fact that someone as useless as them had been given such a large sum of money, only so they could blow it on substances?

They stepped up to the window and hastily closed the blinds. Nobody would see them like this. Not now, not ever.

Whumpee’s resolution to avoid others whenever they were wasted had crumbled in the first few days, because they’d thought it appropriate to go out and try to make friends. They had been so desperately lonely.

They’d woken up one day on a public bench, being watched over by a stranger. They had excused themself and rushed home, drowning out the memory with more alcohol right after having thrown up the last of the previous day’s shots.

But it seemed like their drunk mind wanted nothing but the tentative familiarity of that chance meeting to be repeated over and over again, because they found themself back on the bench every other day. Caretaker — as the stranger had introduced themself — was always kind to them, and always made sure no one else bothered them on their leisurely strolls. They were… different, odd, but a safe kind of odd, the kind of odd Whumpee felt comfortable inviting into their depressing little apartment after just a week of knowing them.

One week? Two weeks? Whumpee couldn’t remember. It hadn’t been a long time, probably, because their first supply of alcohol was still going strong.

“I don’t think I should,” Caretaker said awkwardly. “I mean… Are you sure you want me there?”

“Yeah… yeah, I… I don’t have anyone else, really…” they slurred, blissfully unaware of how much of a target they were putting on their back. It was nothing but luck that Caretaker didn’t jump on the opportunity to burgle the victim of one of the most famous legal cases, who, as everyone seemed to be aware of, was sitting on a pile of cash.

“Don’t say that,” they said quietly, and Whumpee instinctively assumed it was out of pity.

“Why? It’s true. Everyone knows, ‘cuz I walk around here every single fucking day, and I’m always fucking alone.” They gave Caretaker a lazy grin. “Not right now, I guess, but it’s not like you’re constantly with me, huh? And eeeeveryone hates me for it, they want me fucking gone, they want me off the public property, and away from their children, and they look at me like I’m no different than the pile of fucking trash they leave out every Tuesday!”

“Alright, alright, but don’t fucking tell everyone that you’re constantly alone. At least lie about it.”

That made Whumpee stop in their tracks, their dumb smile faltering a little. “Huh?”

“There are bad people in this world, Whumpee. You should know that better than anyone. Just lie and say you’re going to a friend’s place, or going back home to your family. No need to make it known that you’re easy pickings.”

Whumpee stared at them blankly, trying to process the words. “Huh…?” Was Caretaker… not saying it as a means to comfort them?

“I’ll explain one more time once we get to your place, if you still wanna bring me back.”

Of course they did. They wanted it more now than ever.

“Pet me?” Whumpee asked abruptly.

“What? Like a dog?”

Whumpee tensed. Even in their drunken haze, the comparison sent them back to the place they’d so painstakingly escaped. “I… guess so.”

Caretaker seemed to notice the change in atmosphere too, and they put two and two together. “Oh, fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I was just surprised—”

“It doesn’t matter.” They pushed their head against Caretaker’s thigh. Admittedly, the alcohol made it easier to forget, even if not to forgive. “Pet me?”

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

“I’m asking you.”

Caretaker hesitantly lifted a hand and placed it on top of Whumpee’s head. They carefully carded their fingers through the soft hair, gently scratching their scalp as they went. Whumpee had the feeling Caretaker was being overly cautious, so they nuzzled against their hand as a way of encouragement.

“It’s okay if you think of me as a dog,” Whumpee said before they could stop themself. It wasn’t okay, but they didn’t want Caretaker to hold back on the headpats just because they thought it might trigger something in them. Even if it might.

“It’s not,” they said anyway. “I’d never think of you as a dog.”

Whumpee huffed. “Maybe it’d make everything easier, honestly. You wouldn’t fault a dog for being useless. You’d just coo at it endlessly, everyone would. ‘Aww, look at that adorable, useless dog. Who cares what it can do for me? All it has to do is lie there and be adorable.’”

“Do you think of yourself as a dog?” Caretaker asked softly.

“I sank lower than a dog ages ago, I think. I’d have to work really hard to get back up there. I’m more like… a roly poly.”

Caretaker petted them mutely for a while, repeating the pleasant motions and slowly lulling Whumpee to sleep. “I like roly polies,” they murmured before Whumpee could’ve fully drifted off. “And I like dogs too. But…” Their petting stopped, and they let out a heavy sigh. “I like you so much more and so differently than any animal.”

“You’re gonna die of alcohol poisoning one day, you know.”

“I’m gonna die of withdrawal…” Whumpee made a half-hearted attempt to get the bottle from Caretaker, but they held it up and out of their reach. “You know you can’t keep it from me if you want me alive…”

“Oh, I can. We’re gonna work on it, bit by bit. And right now, you’re not getting any.”

“Are you a doctor?”

“Nope.”

“You’re gonna kill me.”

Caretaker rolled their eyes. “I know what I’m doing.”

Whumpee rolled over onto their back, trying to ignore the nausea. The ceiling was swirling and morphing, and they had no desire to ever see it come to a stop again. “I’d rather get alcohol poisoning than die of withdrawal, I think. I don’t know how either of them are, but I know I don’t want to be sober.”

“Hopefully, you won’t ever know how either of them are.”

Whumpee scoffed. “I didn’t want to know what being a human pet was like, and here we are. Not only do I know, but thanks to the fucking trials, everyone else knows too.”

“That doesn’t mean everything you don’t want happening to you will suddenly happen. You don’t have to run head first into a wall just because you feel like it’s coming at you and you want to strike first. Walls don’t usually move. Not when you’re sober.”

“Huh?”

Caretaker sat down on the sofa next to them, gently rubbing their arm. “I think you deserve a better life, Whumpee. Even if you don’t want any.”

“I don’t—” The nausea suddenly became unbearable, and they pushed themself off the couch to stumble into the bathroom. They didn’t reach the toilet.

They had no idea what they’d meant to say before the accident. No one would ever know.

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rinalouu · 10 months

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soul bound encounter

-> sum: a dangerous situation, may have turned out to be a soul changing encounter for y/n. maybe Bella's temper is good for something after all? -> pairing(s): paul lahote x mage! y/n -> warnings: mentions of Blood | let me know if there is anything else! -> i do not own twilight, just my personal plot and ideas. -> y/n = your name - n/n = nickname - h/c = hair color -> return to twilight masterlist here

If Y/n had one regret in her life, it would be not distracting Bella more from her insistent obsession of finding out why Jacob Black was ignoring her... Oh, how she wonders where she could be instead of outside Billy Black's house, pleading with her stubborn classmate, and best friend.

"Bella! We really shouldn't be here..." Y/n muttered, wringing her hands anxiously as the girl in question slammed her car door shut, ignoring every plea she gave. Y/n huffed angrily, hurrying after Bella, rolling her eyes as the girl banged her fists upon the door of Billy Black, well at least she had some human decency.

Billy opened the door, looking from Y/n to Bella, who only asked where Jake was. Billy gave Y/n a curious look as she gave him a nervous shake of her head.

"He's sick, Bella. I think it would be best if you come back another day. I can have him-" Billy began to explain before he was interrupted by a huff leaving Bella's lips as she stormed past Billy and began to investigate for herself.

"I tried to stop her...." Y/n sighed, gazing at her "uncle" in front of her, but before he could respond, her head whipped around as she caught a whiff of the pack.

'Oh no...' She thought, immediately hearing the onslaught of angry thoughts from Bella. The angry Swan stormed past them again, and out of the house, straight to them, while Y/n followed her, hot on her trail.

"Bella! Please let's go home!!" She pleaded, but it was too late. Bella was truly beyond reason.

"What did you do to him?!" She screamed at Sam, making Y/n wince from the loudness of her voice as she warily examined Sam. He was as calm as ever. She glanced at Embry in annoyance as he laughed with two unfamiliar brunettes beside him. And then...

She was looking into the most gorgeous pair of brown eyes she had ever seen. It felt like she was in a trance, and a light spark inside herself was awakened. Is this what her mother meant when witches found their soulmates? As the two stared at each other, his friend on the left chuckled along with Embry, Y/n had no idea what was so funny but all that mattered to her right now was his eyes. She could stare at them forever, getting lost in the pools of chocolate he possessed... But, all good things come to an end for her. Bella continued her onslaught of screaming, breaking their trance.

"He didn't want this!" She yelled, and the guy Y/n was ogling over quickly grew tense.

"What did we do? What did he do, hm? What did he tell you?" He growled making me wince, knowing what might happen.

"Bella, please..." She grabbed onto the Swan's arm, only infuriating her more as she suddenly found herself being pushed down. Y/n yelped as she lost her footing, cutting her hand on a sharp rock on the ground.

" Ow..." She whimpered, cradling the injured limb as blood began to pool. This made pretty boy (a fitting name) even angrier at the sight of her bleeding.

"How dare you touch her-" He growled, his whole body shaking even more. Y/n whimpered, examining the two as more and more red flags came to light of the pretty boy possibly shifting. Then Bella being Bella, interrupted him, not a great choice.

"Jacob tells me nothing because he's scared of you!" She screamed, making them laugh, which set the angry woman off even more. However, no one expected her to slap the pretty boy... Judging by how badly he was shaking, Y/n knew he'd shift.

"Oh shit!" She screamed, not fully knowing if this would end badly or not. She felt safe with the man in front of me, however rage and shifting don't mix, that is shifting 101. It startled Y/n to the point where she transformed into a little mouse. Bella screamed as she backed up from the growling male before she finally took notice of Y/n. Bella gulped, picking up the small (h/c) mouse and running toward the home.

"You know I hate mice N/n!" She growled. Y/n squeaked out at her angrily, however, Bella couldn't understand her. Given the circumstances, normally she would telepathically communicate with Bella, but she couldn't concentrate enough as her heart hammered in her tiny chest.

"Bella!" Jacob yelled coming into view from the house, jumping over the railing of the porch, he ran towards us, and the wolf who now replaced the pretty boy.

"Jake Run!" She screamed, still clutching Y/n to her chest.

He jumped over the two girls, shifting, freaking Bella out to the point she fell. Y/n quickly squirmed out of her grasp, shifting back into her human form. Fixing her frazzled hair, she glared at Bella.

"Look what you did!" Y/n cried, holding her injured hand to her chest as Bella helped her up.

Jacob and the guy we learned was named Paul (from Sam yelling at him) fought, eventually tumbling into the woods.

"Hey, take Bella and Y/n back to Emily's place," Sam muttered. She knew Sam, just not the others, well besides Embry, They grew up together. Y/n, Jacob, Embry, and Quill were iconic foursome when Y/n's family lived on the reserve. Her dad used to help the tribe with his shifting abilities, and he sorta was best friends with Sam and got to witness firsthand that the legends were true.

Growing up on the reserve was the fondest memory she had, then her family moved away and the incident happened. Now Y/n was considered a fully-fledged Cullen, thanks to her mother's friendship with Esme and Carlisle. Living in a house full of vampires took some getting used to, but they were her family.

This all brought her to the current moment of despair. Was despair the right word? She recalled the feeling when she looked into the eyes of Paul. Maybe Bella being a trouble maker finally did something right, but she didn't know. Oh, how Y/n wished she was with her family in Alaska.

"Guess the wolf's out of the bag..." Embry muttered, bringing Y/n out of her trance as she heaved a sigh, getting into the truck with Bella, Embry, and Jared.

"Why can't you stay out of trouble..." She groaned at Bella, who still looked fear-struck as Embry drove us to Emily's.

-> a/n | I hope everyone enjoyed!!! I did revamp this up a little from how it is posted on my old blog.. but I am super in love with this idea!! If you'd like to see a part two, please let me know!! And if you'd like to be added to the tag list!! :) -rina <-

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wookiez · 1 year

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♡ — I H3ART Y0U

“can you kidnap me, can you really chain me to the floor and just murder me, cut my heart out in the dark.”

— I H3ART Y0U by Boy Fantasy

pairing : banda sunato x flirty gn!reader

genre : fluff(?), suggestive

synopsis : you're aware that the man you're flirting with has murdered four women before, but what's wrong with a little fun? and lucky for you, you've caught the eye of that particular serial killer.

author's note : I'm well aware of the high demand of banda fics, so I'm here to serve you banda lovers(including me)...he might be slightly ooc(?) I don't know. my man has short screentime, we don't know much of him really 💀

solitary confinement, huh? you thought, standing in the area upstairs, in the central guardroom, after you've put on your collar. you notice chishiya there, the man you've been with when you were at the beach. he caught your interest due to his cunning demeanor and how he could always clear the games with high risk. you were sure he'd clear this one too, so you didn't worry much about him.

what did catch your interest currently, is the guy who came in last. you knew who he was. the infamous banda sunato, who has killed four women and was on death row. how do I know this? you may ask, well, i just like reading about crimes.

as cruel and psychopathic as his actions were, you still considered him attractive. he had such a pretty boy look, how could you not fawn over him?

amidst your thoughts, you decided to walk up to him. "heyy, pretty boy~ say, why don't we make an alliance?" you say, sending him a little smirk as you accentuated the 'pretty boy' part.

his head turned towards you as he made eye contact with you, you felt your whole body turn tense. his eye contact is so...intense. you can't help but feel tense. he gave you a small smile, "I see, you're quite the bold one, aren't you? you don't mind taking risks, I like that. but that's going to give you consequences someday."

he paused, then "yes, let's be allies. friends, even. let's have fun in this game, shall we?" he said, his smile growing a little bigger. to you, it looked quite...menacing but you found it attractive at the same time. maybe you really are crazy.

suddenly, a guy with bangs blocking one of his eye came up to you and banda. you think he looks emo and quite edgy.

"tell me what my symbol is, and I'll tell you yours." the emo says, in quite a condescending tone.

"that's a pretty aggressive attitude to take..." banda says as he stared him down.

"that kind of childishness makes you painfully transparent. you're ashamed of the darkness inside you, which makes you petty and jealous. you try to keep yourself safe behind those bangs. you hide your face so that people won't see your ugly, empty soul. you're a pathetic excuse of a human being who judges others to feel better. pathetic and small. but that's what I like about you–"

he pauses, "–we should be friends." he smiles.

you observe the interaction from the two, you could tell banda was devoid of emotions. his eyes are intense but soulless. you keep feeling oddly attracted to him more and more.

round one was over and you were standing beside the little serial killer boy. matsushita was away to get snacks from the food area.

you pretty much were openly staring at him, seriously. you can't help but stare at little details of his face, until he caught you.

"you know, if I were you, I would've been more subtle with it." he says, as his eyes locked on yours.

"why should I be subtle? the whole point of me being obvious is so you'd know I'm openly staring at you due to me finding you rather appealing. you're really really really pretty you know. I'm being so serious right now." you respond, amused by your stupid directness.

"you're quite entertaining." he smirked, staring intensely into your eyes.

"I'm having fun with you already and the game has only just begun." his eyes never breaking contact with yours, you find yourself lost in his empty eyes.

that is, until you looked away, slapping your cheeks. no way bro I thought I was supposed to be the flirt!

you thought of something smooth to say to counterattack banda quickly, "well, you can have even more fun with me in bed." FUCK! why did i say that?! dont forget he killed people! he might even kill me because of this later!! well, actually nevermind. he can murder and torture me all he wants. I don't really have anything to go back to anyway... unfortunately.

you were pulled away from your thoughts as you heard a low chuckle beside you, oh no...even his chuckle is hot.

"you never fail to amuse me"

"you're quite something to be able to say that to someone like me with ease. I'm sure you already know my past, don't you? is this your attempt to seduce me?"

"haha...what, no, hahaha who said that??" that was the most terrible attempt to lie ever...

"you've definitely seduced me, you're quite the compelling one you know? I didn't expect to meet someone like that in this world." his eyes still fixated on you, you were malfunctioning. thank goodness, it was already the start of the second round.

the only people left now were you, serial killer, emo buddy, the girl, suit man and cheshire boy. you've noticed that chishiya has lost his partner, that poor guy was too kind hearted.

you go to the food area for some snacks and notice two people there interacting, you decide to observe the said interaction. then the girl walks pass by you. you then turn towards chishiya and notice the snack he is holding, "promoting the snack aren't ya, chishi?

"you could say my marketing is pretty good. but I was just deducing something through the snack. matsushita and kotoko kept picking the same brand of snack, suspicious isn't it?" he gives you that sly smirk of his. you know that he's already deduced who the jack of hearts already is.

"by the way, you know that sunato banda guy murdered four women, right? are you seriously risking your life for that man?" he questions, you could tell it was genuine.

"I'm well aware, I don't mind risking my life for him. I have nothing to live for and nothing to come back to. all I can do is have some fun with him and get myself killed, I guess. if I die though, you gotta live for me, chishiya."

he lets out a little chuckle, but doesn't say anything.

"but anyway, do you want me to tell you what your suit is or do you want to rely on your gut and risk your life like always?" you ask

"as much as I'd like to risk my life, it's better you tell me, y/n."

"well, your suit is diamond. also I might actually try that snack of yours."

ah, the sweet air of the last round. you're currently waiting in your cell as what chishiya has ordered you to do. you could hear matsushita's goofy little laugh outside the cell.

then you hear a door opening, which you know is chishiya, he expresses how he found matsushita suspicious and then banda came out. you came out at the same time as well.

"most people won't even talk to a guy like me. but you wanted to kill me. I could sense that in you right away. so I wanted to see if you were smart, or just stupid, or whether you were a true psychopath."

"b-but they talked to you! they came up to you first before me! they're more suspicious!"

"that's true, but unlike you, they're just the type to take risks. you're the type to not trust strangers easily, yet you trusted banda." chishiya says

"you thought you were controlling me this whole time. but I was manipulating you into thinking that way. ultimately, it was your huge superiority complex that gave you away." banda then says

they go on and on as you zoned out, you really don't care about monologuing so you just decided to stay quiet.

you decided to wait outside the cell as you heard matsushita's scream as banda tortured him. you began to ponder on the different ways banda could've tortured him, you're quite knowledged in some torture methods. you liked to research about them before.

as he finished, he walked towards you whilst yaba had begun to walk outside of the prison.

"shall we go now, y/n?" he asks, as he stared at you with those empty eyes of his like every other time.

"I guess so, your job here is done anyway. say, you have some sexy shoulders." you say as you winked, god were you insufferable.

"speaking of which," he pushed your back towards the wall and leaned close to your face,

"I haven't passed up the offer of having even more fun with you in bed, have I?" he smirks

I swear I could write better please, I just half assed this because I've got little time so just bear with me here. I still hope you liked it a little bit at least. I think I wrote chishiya a little ooc too 😭

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#banda sunato #sunato banda x reader #banda sunato x reader #alice in boderland x reader #alice in borderland #chishinato #chishiya #aib chishiya #aib banda #aib x reader

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foreverindreamlandd · 2 years

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LOL OKAY this is just the first thing i thought of so no pressure if you don't like it but. we all know steve is the babysitter. but what about steve x actual babysitter!reader. like she's hired across hawkins for her sweetness/good reputation/skills with kids and maybe steve judges her at first for being a goody two shoes but she's actually cool. IDK HAHA UP TO YOU 💕

Babysitters Club

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

WC: 2.6k

A/n: Shut the FRONT DOOR this was the perfect prompt!!! Okay okay let's see what y'all think but holy crap thank you so much for this Rodrik <3 This is my first time writing for Steve and I'm surprisingly nervous but I love this boy so much and hope you enjoy :) Story takes place during episode 6 of season 4.

Warnings: Canon level violence, monsters, cursing Steve being the confused but protective mother figure we all know and love.

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Steve was pretty sure he was on the verge of a panic attack.

It seemed to always happen when the gang was all together.

Because when the gang was all together, it meant that there was a monster they had to take down.

He kept his hands placed firmly on his hips to prevent them from shaking as Dustin went on his tangent about his compass not working and the magnetic frequencies, saying something about there being yet another gate to the Upside Down.

Hadn’t they already closed all of them? How the hell could there be more?

Sometimes he really hated living in Hawkins. Though he was grateful for the friends he had made over the past few years who had helped him realize he could be more than some popular jock, he sometimes longed for a day when Skull Rock was just a hookup spot and not the rendezvous location to discuss how to take down a monster who was taking out teenagers left and right.

“I think…you’re asking me to go into Mordor,” Eddie said pensively, and Steve’s brows furrowed, anxiety replaced with confusion.

What the hell is a Mordor?

“Dustin!” a voice called out from behind and everyone whipped their heads around, Dustin letting out a small screech in fear. “Dustin? Where the hell are you!”

Wait, Steve knew that voice…

“Holy shit, Y/n?” Dustin exclaimed as you came into view.

You stood atop a fallen tree trunk, hands moving to your hips same as Steve’s, glaring at Dustin.

Steve stared at you, mouth open as if trying to form words. What the hell was the beloved Hawkins babysitter doing-

“What the hell are you doing here?” Dustin asked, taking the question from Steve’s mind.

“Yooo, Y/n!” Eddie shouted with a smile, running over to pull you into a tight bear hug. Wait, miss princess was friends with alleged cult leader Eddie Munson? What the hell was happening. Your hands moved from your hips to hug him back, and though you smiled back, Steve noticed that you were still a bit annoyed. “Man am I glad to see you.”

It was so strange seeing you with such a serious expression on your face. He had only ever seen you with this goodie two-shoes smile whenever you passed him in the hallway, one that made it seem like you couldn’t hurt a fly.

This look? The one you gave Dustin when Eddie pulled away? Steve had to fight the urge to take a step back from the threat that wasn’t even directed towards him.

“Do you have any idea how worried your mom is?” you went on, looking at Lucas, whose eyes went to the ground in shame. “Your mom, too, Sinclair! There’s been three attacks and you all just think it’s okay to be out and about without letting anyone know where you are?”

“How did you even find us?” Lucas asked.

You pulled out a walkie that matched theirs. “I’ve been on your frequency for hours. I finally heard correspondence between you and Eddie to meet you at Skull Rock and headed straight over.”

“Okay, wait a minute,” Steve cut in, hands in the air to dramatically stop all conversation. He looked at Dustin with a hurt expression. “How come she has a walkie and I don’t?”

Dustin just shrugged. “It was part of the agreement.”

You cut in, looking over at Steve. “Unsupervised trick-or-treating, trips to the mall, sneaking into R-rated movies through the back door of the ice cream shop-”

“You knew about that?” Steve asked, wide eyed.

You shrugged, giving him a knowing grin and he found himself totally captivated by the expression.

“I know everything, Steve Harrington. Anyways,” you turned your attention to the device. “They boys and I agreed that as long as they checked in, we could keep their solo trips a little secret. They get to have their fun, and I get paid to do nothing. But y’all broke the pact today and I had to snoop.”

Dustin sagged, shame painted across his features. “Sorry, Y/n.”

You walked over and rested a hand on his shoulder. “It’s fine, Henderson. Just let me take you, Sinclair, and Max home so that your parents can stop harassing me about where you are.”

He shook his head vehemently. “We can’t leave. We have to follow the compass!”

“We’re going to Mordor,” Eddie cut in, and you turned to him, confused.

Okay, good, Steve though. I’m not the only one who doesn’t understand that reference-

“I’m supposed to protect these kids, Ed, and you want me to take them into Mordor?”

…God dammit.

“Listen, Y/n/n,” Robin cut in. “This thing? Killing Hawkins students? It’s big. And it’s bad. The adults have no idea what the hell is going on.”

You smirked. “When do they ever?”

“You could come with us,” Lucas offered. “It's really dangerous, though.”

Your arms crossed in front of you, one brow raised as if you were intrigued.

“So you’re saying that whatever you’re doing might kill you?” The kids shrugged and you shook your head. “Is this something that I can talk you out of?” Their heads bobbed side to side and this time you nodded, uncrossing your arms and jumping off of the trunk onto the ground. “Alright, then. I’m in. Someone’s gotta keep you safe.”

Steve scoffed. “Hold on, hold on, hold on,” you looked over at him, expression slightly amused at his confusion. “You’re just going to let her join the gang? Like that?”

Dustin and Lucas exchanged glances. “She could actually be a huge help.”

You cocked your head to the side with a smug smile at Steve that caused a whole mess of emotions to weave together in his brain.

“Listen, Y/n,” he said, shaking his head, walking up to you. “We appreciate the sentiment and all, but I think this is a bit above babysitter pay grade. Besides, I’m the one around here that keeps the kids safe.”

Your eyes narrowed. “Is that a challenge, Harrington?”

“No,” he said, “It’s a get out of jail card. So that you can go home and not have to worry about this.”

You chuckled. “Listen, buddy, these are my kids, and my responsibility. You think I’m going to ruin my reputation and hourly rate by not making sure I get them home safe and sound? No way. I’m coming.”

“You should listen to her, Steve,” Dustin said as he approached the two of you, patting Steve on the back. “Y/n doesn’t take no for an answer. Besides, we’re wasting time arguing.” He lifted his compass and started moving. “Fill her in as we go!” he yelled to the group.

Steve watched Dustin walk away for a moment before returning his focus on your piercing stare, suddenly lost in the way they sparkled under a ray of sunlight peeking through the trees.

That moment was ruined as soon as your smug expression somehow turned even more smug.

“Let’s get going then, Harrington,” you said before turning on your heel and heading toward Nancy and Robin. Robin wrapped an arm around yours and leaned her head on your shoulder and he heard her sigh out a boy am I glad to see you.

Steve was stuck to his spot for a moment, still trying to understand what the fuck just happened. He turned when he noticed Eddie standing by his side, a look of admiration on his face.

“Who the hell is this girl? Isn’t she just a babysitter?” Steve asked.

Eddie giggled, shaking his head. “No way man. Y/n is the most badass chick to ever exist. You should see her when she plays DnD. Total savage.”

Steve had no concept of reality anymore.

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It was nightfall by the time you all reached Lover’s Lake.

Eddie’s face had gone paler than the moon shining above when he explained that this was where Patrick was killed, pointing out to the water.

“We gotta go out there,” you said, moving toward the closest boat. “Right where it happened, I imagine.”

“Okay now hold on,” Steve chided, blocking your path to the water with crossed arms. “Why don’t you stay on shore and take care of the kids? Since you claim you’re so good at it and everything.”

You smirked. “Have you ever considered taking up babysitting, Harrington? You’ve definitely nailed the protective mom vibe.”

He glared at you, biting the inside of his cheek to fight back a smile from breaking through his annoyed facade.

“I may not have any idea what is happening with Vecna or the Upside Down or whatever,” you went on, way too casually considering the circumstances, “But I did work as a camp counselor for three summers in a row, meaning I know how to navigate a water vessel and am CPR-certified, have lifeguard experience, I’m also a karate instructor-”

“Okay, well I was a lifeguard and am CPR-certified, too! And I’ve fought shit like this before!” He was stuck on the karate instructor part, though.

“Great! So maybe having two people who know what they’re doing in the water while we find a gate to Hell is a good thing?”

He couldn’t argue with that. Just simply deflated as he moved to help you push the small boat into the lake. Robin and Nancy hopped on while Eddie stayed with the kids.

You turned and pointed at them once you stepped into the boat. “If things go south, you run, okay? I got my walkie so go find a home base and we’ll catch up with you.”

Four heads nodded and you took a seat, moving to grab the paddles but Steve quickly took them first and started rowing.

You rolled your eyes.

A few minutes later, Nancy told Steve to stop. You all stood as you flashed the light over the compass, which was now spinning in circles.

“We’ve reached our destination,” you murmured, and Steve swore he finally heard a hint of fear in your voice.

He looked over the edge, pulling off his shirt.

“I’ll go check it out and let you know if I find something,” he said, grabbing a light.

“I’ll come with you,” you offered, moving to take off your jacket.

Steve turned to start what felt like his hundredth argument today, but paused as soon as he saw your face. Gone was any trace of annoyance or smugness. All he saw was concern, eyes wide and pleading. Like you didn’t want him to do this alone.

His gaze softened, and he gently touched your arm. “I’ll be okay. Your job is to keep the kids safe, right? You can’t do that while also swimming to the bottom of the lake.”

You bit your bottom lip. “But who’s going to keep you safe?”

Something in his heart bloomed and he gave you a small smile. “Okay, we’ll make a deal like you did with the boys, alright? If I’m not back in sixty seconds, you can come save me.”

You breathed out a small laugh. “Promise?”

He nodded. “Promise.”

With that, you took a step back, holding up your wrist to show him your watch. “Sixty seconds, Harrington.”

His brows jumped up and down as his grin turned cocky. “Better get moving, then.”

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It was the longest sixty-three seconds of your life.

As soon as your watch hit :50, you started pulling off your jacket, not wanting to waste any time.

When it hit a minute, you stood at the edge of the boat where Steve had just stood, looking over to the shore quickly to check on the kids one last time before you prepared to jump.

At 1:03, he emerged with a gasp, and you quickly crouched down to check if he was okay.

His arms wrapped over the boat, a big smile on his face that immediately calmed all of your anxieties.

“I found it,” he said, looking at you with pride.

You beamed, palm moving to his muscular forearm. “Good work, Harrington. Now can you please get back in here before you get hypothermia?” Your hand moved to extend toward his to help him up.

He chuckled, hand locking into yours as if it fit perfectly. “And you say I’ve nailed the protective mom vib-”

That was all he could get out before his head was ripped below the surface.

Whatever had him was so strong you nearly lost your grip on his hand, but you held on tight as your body collided with the edge of the boat, arm feeling like it was going to be ripped out of its socket.

“STEVE!” you shouted, trying desperately to pull him back up, but it was no use. You turned to Robin and Nancy. “Help me!”

They were by your side in seconds.

“Grab his arm!” you commanded, and when you felt their hands securely around his arm and wrist, you slowly let go. Luckily, it seemed like Steve hadn’t been pulled down further….yet.

“I’m going after him,” you said, scanning the boat for your flashlight. One in your hand, the light flashed over a hatchet in the corner and you grabbed it. “Hold onto him tight.” You didn’t wait to see them nod before jumping into the cold water.

You pointed the light at Steve’s terrified expression, his body trashing. His eyes met yours briefly before he looked down at his leg.

At the thick, alien looking tentacle wrapped around it.

You didn’t stop to think as you swam forward, moving the flashlight between your legs and holding onto Steve’s calf for support.

Then, with every ounce of strength, you swung.

The water lessened the level of impact your hatchet made against the tentacle, but when you pulled the weapon back you saw that you had made a decent cut into whatever monster this was.

Said monster let out a screech that you knew would haunt your nightmares for years to come.

Still, you kept going, bubbles erupting out of your mouth as you screamed with your second swing, pushing with all of your might with the hatchet.

Like an elastic, the tentacle broke apart with a snap and recoiled down to the surface.

Without hesitating, you moved the flashlight and hatchet under your left arm, then used your remaining strength to push Steve up by the feet to the surface. Your head was growing fuzzy from the lack of air, but you kept pushing until he was out of the water.

Seconds later, you were falling into the boat, the two of you sputtering and gasping for air.

You sat up quickly, eyes locking onto his.

“Are you okay?” you asked, wiping the hair out of his eyes.

He coughed a few times before nodding. Robin and Nancy worked on unwrapping the remaining tentacle from his leg and he hissed with pain.

You grabbed his hand and squeezed. “You’re alright, Steve. You’re safe now.”

Your brows furrowed when he started shaking his head, still trying to catch his breath.

Then, he started giggling, and your brows nearly melded together in confusion.

“I cannot believe you just jumped into monster-infested waters and hacked at an alien tentacle as if you’ve done this a million times before.”

Your face relaxed, and suddenly you found yourself laughing along with him at the ridiculousness of it all, hand still in his.

“What can I say, Steve?” you said once your laughter subsided. “I’m a really good babysitter.”

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Part 2

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valleyof-goldenlilies · 9 months

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Love and The Lack of Ass (modern!Aegon Targaryen x Reader)

Summary: Aegon expresses his feelings over your very apparent thirst for Miguel O’Hara in the most Aegon way possible: sulking.

Warnings: Nothing of note, except for excessive thirsting over Miguel O’Hara

Word Count: 1.6K

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire and Blood characters. All credit for the characters goes to George RR Martin and the showrunners of HOTD. The GIF above is also not mine, original credit to the creator is stated above. Go check them out!

A/N: You guys deserve something fluffy after my last Aemond one shot 💗 also, I’m thinking of writing some HOTD one shots based off different Barbie movies. Would anyone be up for that?

The sound of footsteps on tiles and laughter echoed throughout the otherwise silent apartment block. “Okay, I gotta admit,” Aegon said, while teetering under the weight of two Hawaiian pizza boxes, a few boxes of chicken wings and fries, and some bottles of beer they bought from the convenience store, as you fumbled for the keys in your bag. “That it was a pretty kick ass movie. Although I still prefer the other Spiderman movies.”

You gasp, kicking open the door to your apartment, “Aegon I don’t know what your middle name is Targaryen, you take that back right now.”

“Middle name is Sexyman, gorgeous,” Aegon winked, although he shrieked and quickly ran inside the apartment the both of you shared when you began whacking him with your bag. “This is assault, and I’m calling my lawyer!” Aegon called across his shoulder as he sat down the bags that he was carrying on your dining table.

“Well, I’m telling your lawyer you deserved it,” you declared, crossing your arms as you gave him a vicious glare. Sunfyre, Aegon’s large goldendoodle, sniffed eagerly at the delicious smell emanating from the pizza and chicken wings, but Aegon shooed him away. “How dare you say that Tom Holland’s Spiderman movies are better than the Spiderverse movies? I ought to break up with you.”

“Hey, I have a man crush on Jake Gyllenhaal, alright? Can you not shame me for my sexual preferences?” Aegon huffed, but he backed away squealing when you tried to jab him in the ribs. Sunfyre barked excitedly and leaped at Aegon, seeming to think it was a new game. “Woman! Now you’ve turned my dog against me too?! What kind of world is this?”

“A very fair one,” you said smugly, reaching to scratch Sunfyre behind the ears. “You see, even your dog is telling you you have bad taste.”

“Hey, don’t act like you didn’t like this movie solely because of Miguel O’Hara,” Aegon protested, backing away to their bedroom for safety purposes. “Who are you to judge me for my man crush?”

“That’s because Jake Gyllenhaal is an awful piece of trash who groomed Taylor Swift,” you huffed. “And can you blame me? Miguel O’Hara is so-” you mimed swooning from all the hotness as Aegon rolled his eyes. “Like goddamn, take one look at his strong, hulking build and tell me you don’t feel things!” you demanded. Aegon rolled his eyes again, with such strength it was a wonder they didn’t tumble to another dimension. “Sorry, love, I’m not into muscles.”

“Well, I am,” you declared, hands on your hips. “And don’t even get me started on his asscheeks. Boy if I could-”

“LA LA LA LA CAN’T HEAR YOU!” Aegon yelled, stuffing his fingers into his ears as he made a swift retreat to your bedroom. Sighing in relief as he shut the door to your bedroom, he quickly changed out of his leather jacket and white shirt into a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and flexed, smirking at his own reflection. Damn, I’m hot, he thought to himself, turning to get a glimpse of his side angle. But his smirk faded into a frown as he examined his reflection to look at his own…well, rather flat, behind. Remembering your earlier comments about liking men with muscles, he tried flexing his arms, but they seemed quite pathetic in comparison to Miguel O’Hara’s.

He felt annoyance beginning to rise in him, ‘Damn it, I’m Aegon Targaryen, the hottest guy in King’s Landing University! Every single guy wishes they could be me! How am I getting insecure over some 2D character?’ But then he heard you squealing from the living room while being on a phonecall, no doubt with one of your friends, “I KNOW RIGHT! Miguel is LITERALLY my dream man. I mean, take one look at those muscles and that ass and my god did you see his fangs-”

Unable to hear anymore, Aegon flung open the door to your bedroom, dramatically stomping to your living room, and curled up on the couch, pouting as he turned on the TV. You frowned a little as you moved around your kitchen, laying out your dinner while you reheated the pizza in the oven. Your best friend, Baela, was still babbling in your ear about the Spiderverse movie, specifically about some very explicit things she would like to do to Miguel O’Hara and Spider-Gwen, but you were no longer paying attention.

“Baela, babe, I’ve gotta go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” You hung up, just as the oven emitted a ‘ping!’, signalling that the pizza was done. But that could wait. You made your way to your couch, catching sight of Aegon curling up on the couch, a cushion in his arms and a pout on his face as he browsed through the selections on your streaming channel. You nearly giggled at how adorable he was. Was he bothered by your earlier thirsty comments about Miguel? You knew how sensitive your boyfriend could be at times. Suddenly, a lightbulb shone in your head, and you grinned maliciously to yourself as a plan began to hatch in your brain.

Aegon yelped when a figure leaped onto him, dropping the remote on the floor with a loud clatter. Sunfyre came up to the couch, barking excitedly, as Aegon tried kicking at his girlfriend, though in vain. “Woman! What are you doing?!”

“Showering you with my love, of course,” you declared, as you planted loud kisses on Aegon’s face. Laughing and somewhat screaming, Aegon tried to wrestle back control so he was on top again, but you weren’t letting that happen, not on your watch. “Are you upset about my earlier comments about Miguel?” Aegon immediately stopped struggling, instead pushing his girlfriend away and scooching to the far end of the couch, resuming his despondent pouting. You wanted to let out an “awww” at how cute your boyfriend was acting, but you knew now was not the time.

Aegon felt arms wrap around him and soft kisses on his neck, but he didn’t budge as he continued to turn his head away and pout. “Why don’t you go and find muscular Miguel instead? He would be better to cuddle with than me,” Aegon grumbled. You couldn’t help but burst out laughing at Aegon’s blatant display of jealousy. “Oh, my love, you know that it was all just talk right? You’re still the one I love most,” you teased, running a hand through his gorgeous white blonde hair. “It doesn’t really seem like it,” Aegon grouched.

You were about to make a snarky comment, but you caught the faintest hint of hurt in his voice, and your expression softened. Aegon might seem childish, but after being his girlfriend for nearly two years, you were sensitive to his every mood change, and how insecure he could be despite his cocky, confident front. You knew Aegon had a rocky childhood and struggled with the concept of commitment and love, and his fears of you leaving him when you decided you had enough of him one day. Biting your bottom softly, you moved to embrace him, resting your head on his shoulder as you spoke sweetly, “Aegon…you know you’ll forever be the only one for me right? Even though I behave like a horny, thirsty teenager sometimes, I want you to know, I love you the way you are. And Miguel O’Hara’s muscles will never get in the way of that.”

Aegon was quiet for a while, and you were worried that he was really hurt this time, but then he mumbled, “...even if I don’t have any asscheeks?” You laughed, tilting his head to face yours again, and your heart melted at the sight of his soulful purple eyes. “Yes, even if you don’t have any asscheeks. I’m not that fond of big butts anyway, yours is just nice.”

Aegon brightened immediately, abruptly leaning in to kiss you. The both of you made out on your couch for a while, tangling your hands in each other’s hair and moaning quietly. You were interrupted however, by Sunfyre’s bark and him scrambling on the couch to get it on the “group cuddle”.

“Damn, can’t a man not be cockblocked by his pooch for a moment?” Aegon grumbled as you both broke away from your kiss, grinning breathlessly at each other. Sunfyre stood on his hind paws to try and climb over you to Aegon’s lap, and you chuckled, “Apparently not. I think he’s telling us he’s hungry.”

“Yes, for my attention,” Aegon said smugly as Sunfyre successfully managed to clamber over you and into Aegon’s lap. He scratched Sunfyre behind his ears and smiled, forgetting why he was even upset in the first place. “Looks like you’re not that unhappy anymore,” you noted with a smile. Aegon immediately tried to look pouty again, though since his heart was not in it anymore it just made him look impish instead of mournful. “Noooo that’s not true, I’m still in need of comfort. And a kiss,” he tried to move in for a kiss again, but you flicked him on the forehead. “Hey!” he cried out indignantly, but you soothed his complaints by leaning in to plant a quick peck on his cheek. “Let’s have dinner first, then you can have all the kisses you want in bed later.” Aegon grinned, and moved to shove Sunfyre off his lap, ignoring the large dog’s whine. “I’ll hold you to that, my love!” he called out as he bounded over to the kitchen to take the pizza out of the oven.

You chuckled as you followed after him, Sunfyre begging at your feet for scraps. Screw Miguel and his muscles, who needs him when you have your own loveable little dork right here?

can someone tell me what level of thirst is considered unhealthy because i don’t think me and my friends know anymore.

as always, let me know how you thought of this one shot in the comments and through reblogs! if you wish to be added to an aegon taglist, or any taglist for other HOTD characters, do comment down below! thank you for reading! 💗

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eddiemunsons80sbaby · 4 months

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Never Say Never

Chapter 4

Pairing: SingleDad!StevexReader

Summary: You are a 32 year old single mother, raising your seven year old son on your own. After being widowed at 30 and going out on awful dates with disgusting men for the past month, you have decided that you're giving up. You already had your great love. One person can't possibly get lucky enough to have two in their lifetime. But then your son starts playing baseball and the coach might just change your mind about that.

No posting schedule.

18+ only for eventual smut

Word Count: 7.8K

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The sun blazed bright in the afternoon sky, like a gentle kiss on the back of the neck from the summer that would soon be on the horizon. A soft breeze rustled your hair as you stood next to Steve at the little ice cream cone shaped stand in the park, the words Scoops Ahoy in blue across the top, a little anchor next to it. Kids raced across the grass, over to the playground, smiles splitting their faces with joy, faces and fingers sticky with the remnants of the sweet treats they’d just enjoyed.

You looked over at Steve and then quickly back to the playground again when he caught your eye, embarrassed to be caught looking at him once again but you couldn’t seem to stop. You hadn’t been able to keep your eyes off of Steve the entire practice. The way he was so patient with all of the kids. The way they absolutely beamed when they received a high five from him every time they did something correctly. The way he encouraged them when they didn’t have it quite right. And yeah, the way he looked in his jeans and his olive green shirt that fit him in all the right places might also have caught your eye.

You did not want to be one of those moms, practically having to wipe the drool off your chin, but you feared that might be exactly what you were because there was no denying the man was perfect. Annoyingly so and you were determined to find at least one flaw because no one could be that perfect.

But the highlight of the practice, though it was extremely petty of you, was the glares you received from some of the other moms when Steve jogged over to you and asked if you were ready to go get ice cream. You couldn’t deny that it gave you a delightful little thrill for all of those moms, some who had judged you mercilessly, to see you being the chosen one. Even if it wasn't true, even if it was just two parents taking their sons for ice cream and not two people who were dating, they believed it was and you couldn’t deny that you’d enjoyed it.

If you could have burst into flames on the spot, disintegrating into ash, you would have from the heat of the glares that were coming your way. You could feel them as the two of you trailed behind your sons, making your way over to the park that was just a few blocks away.

You could practically hear them now. He picked her? How in the hell did she snag Coach Harrington? I can’t believe he’s going out with her. Have you seen how much she’s let herself go since her husband died? It’s like she doesn’t even try. What would he want with her?

Those snobby bitches always had something to say, whether it was about all the ways you failed as a single mother or the way you didn’t get your nails done or the fact that you had the nerve to walk through the world without painting your face first.

“Thank you,” you smiled, accepting your ice cream cone from Steve as he held it out to you, the boys having already raced over to a picnic table to start scarfing theirs down. “Did Eli even thank you for his sundae before he ran off?”

Steve laughed, waving his hand, the other holding his own cone, “He’s fine. Mine didn’t either. They were just eager for their ice cream. Probably hungry after how hard I made them work.”

“Yeah, you might want me to take my kid home for a shower before he comes your way to spend the night. After running the bases, he’s looking a little sweaty. Your house could get pretty ripe if he doesn’t get a hosedown at least.”

“You know, that sounds like a pretty good idea. Jere is looking quite glisteny from over here.”

“I’ll just take him home after ice cream and then drop him off a bit later, if that’s okay?” you asked as you approached the picnic table, sitting down next to each other, opposite the boys.

“What do you mean take me home?” Eli demanded, looking up at you with narrowed eyes, his little mouth covered in fudge. “I’m going to Jeremiah’s house, right?”

You grabbed one of the napkins Steve had grabbed from the ice cream shop, impressing you yet again. Every parent should know to grab a large stack whenever their kids are eating but you noticed that dads seemed to be blissfully unaware of this fact, among many others. Lots of guys just coasted through parenthood but not Steve. Being a single dad probably helped since he couldn’t just assume that mom would have it like most did. You dabbed at the corner of Eli’s mouth as his face screwed up in annoyance, swatting at your hand.

“Mommy, stop…” he groaned, clearly embarrassed that his mom was cleaning him up in front of his friend. His little face was turning red, hands clenched into fists, letting you know he was about to fall apart in the middle of the park. “I’m not going home, am I? You guys said I could stay the night at Jeremiah’s house.”

Before you could respond to your son, Steve answered, “Well, both of you boys are a little stinky after practice.” He leaned in, taking a big whiff, and then pretended to gasp and gag, making them both laugh. “I don’t know if me or Miles can survive all night with that stench. You know, Miles’ sniffer is way more powerful than ours. Poor guy. You don’t want to make him suffer, right? So, you’re both going to go home and take showers and then your mom will bring you over.”

The boys seemed mollified by his answer and you were left, once again, in awe of this man. Your son had been on the verge of a complete meltdown and Steve had swooped in, stalling it before it began, by simply making him laugh. The laugh calmed him down so he could hear the rest of the explanation. Was he made of magic? He barely even knew Eli and had handled him so easily, as if he had a sixth sense for what was about to happen.

Eli was, hands down, the best thing that had ever happened to you. You loved your son more than anything in the world. He was an amazing kid and you often found yourself wondering how you’d gotten so lucky. He was sweet. He was kind. He was so empathetic, to the point that he often got his feelings hurt because of it. But he could be a handful sometimes and he didn’t handle changes of plans very well. He didn’t handle the unknown very well. He needed to know what was coming, what was expected of him. And if he thought he knew and then you switched it up on him, you could be heading for a full on meltdown.

Sometimes you wondered if he was seven or had just skipped ahead to thirteen. He could stomp his feet, slam doors, and yell like a hormonal pre-teen when he was angry. And unfortunately, with you being the only parent, it happened more often than you liked. There were times you would tell him you could do something and then something else would come up. Those were the times when being a single parent sucked the most because there was nothing you could do. You were only one person and unless you could wrangle Janice or Matt to step in, you couldn’t fix it for him because you could not be in two places at once.

“Thank you,” you said softly, leaning your mouth close to Steve’s ear, and then regretting it when that deep, woodsy scent of him consumed you again.

He winked, “No problem. I’ve dealt with my fair share of childhood tantrums. I know one coming on when I see it. Figured it was better to nip it before he had time to pick up steam.”

“We’re done! Can we go play?” asked Jeremiah.

“Sure, for a little bit,” Steve told them. “But throw your garbage away first, alright sluggers?”

The two boys grabbed their empty plastic containers, remnants of sticky ice cream and fudge in them. Giggling, they raced to the trash can and then took off for the playground, heading straight to the swings, both declaring they could swing higher.

“I appreciate it. Eli can be a freight train of emotion sometimes and it can be exhausting.” Realizing what you just said, you winced. “I mean, he’s an amazing kid. Really, he is. He’s my everything. He just gets really upset when things get changed on him ever since…”

You stalled. Was that a topic you really wanted to bring up sitting here with a guy you barely knew? A guy you might be interested in? Your dead husband didn’t seem like the place to start when you were just getting to know each other. Nothing could kill a good mood faster than someone bawling their eyes out in grief and you still struggled to talk about Justin without crying. You wondered if you’d ever be able to.

Steve watched you, those hazel eyes as warm as the sun shining down on them, his face full of compassion. His expression made you wonder if he already knew about Justin. It wasn’t outside the realm of possibilities considering their sons were best friends. Had Jeremiah asked Eli where his dad was? If he had, of course Eli would have told him. It wasn’t a secret. You wanted Eli to feel comfortable talking about his dad. And if he had, had Jeremiah told Steve?

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Steve finally said with a shake of his head. “I get it. Kids, man. They are the greatest thing in your world and you wouldn’t give them up for anything. But they’re hard. They’re so damn hard sometimes. Take Jere. He’s a fantastic kid. I mean, I really couldn’t ask for a better kid but bedtimes are a marathon. It’s always when his talking button gets turned on and he has eighty things to tell me about. And you know, come nine o’ clock, I am ready to be done being dad for the day. I just want an hour to crack open a beer and watch tv or sit on the deck and enjoy the silence. Also, he hates haircuts. I mean, full on, four alarm tantrums whenever it’s time for a haircut. You should have seen his hair last summer. It was down to here.” Steve gestured halfway down his bicep with a laugh. “It was summer so I let it go for as long as I could but right before school started, I told him he had to because he also hates the hairbrush. I mean, if he won’t let his mom or I fix it, then it’s got to be cut, right? He was running around looking like a caveman. And brushing all the tangles out of hair that long…nightmare, especially with a kid who’s acting like you’re stabbing them before you’ve even touched them. Not even my Herbal Essences could fix that mess.”

You pressed your lips together to conceal the smile that appeared at his mention of his shampoo. Well, that explained it. Not only had the man been blessed with a head of gorgeous hair, but he also took care of those locks. Justin had been a Suave guy but then his hair had been buzzed close to his head for most of his adult life. Quality of the hair product didn’t really matter so much when you barely had any.

Catching your smirk, Steve sighed, “Yeah. Yeah. Go ahead. I’ve dealt with the abuse for years. Tell me how Herbal Essences is supposed to be for women.”

“I wasn’t going to say that.”

“Look, you have no idea how hard it was to find something that worked for me after Faberge Organics went out of business.”

“The Farrah Fawcett shampoo?” you questioned, struggling to keep the bubble of laughter that was quickly rising down.

“Yes. And her spray! That shit worked wonders on this hair. Do you know how many ladies I got in high school because of this hair?” He gestured at his caramel locks.

“I have no doubt. It’s great hair. Really.”

“You laugh. Go ahead. It’s not anything I haven’t heard before. Everyone loves to mock my hair.”

“I’m not mocking your hair. Seriously,” you assured him, captivated. With the sun shining down, his hair looked like a golden crown on his head, highlighting the myriad of highlights within. “Steve, seriously, I am not mocking. You have really beautiful hair.”

Those eyes, like the glow of a sunset, holding all the colors of the Earth itself within them, looked at you as if you were the only person in this park, possibly on the planet. The moment froze, time stopped, your heart pounding a rhythmic beat against your ribcage. Steve’s hand lifted, hovering in the air, as if he were thinking about touching you but uncertain about doing it and your breath became shallow as you realized how much you wanted him to.

“Daddy!” Jeremiah yelled, racing up to you. Steve’s hand dropped to his side, his eyes tearing from yours to look at his son, the moment broken. “You gotta come see this! We made a castle out of sticks!”

“Oh wow,” Steve replied, smiling indulgently over at you. “A castle out of sticks. Sounds pretty amazing. We better go check this out.”

“Yeah,” you replied, slightly dazed, inhaling slowly as your heart resumed its normal pace. “Can’t miss that.”

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“So, let me get this straight,” Robin, his best friend of twelve years, commented from her perch on his kitchen counter. Her legs swung back and forth as she munched on chips straight out of the bag, never hesitating to raid his cupboards as soon as she walked in the door. “You met this woman who is both single and gorgeous.”

“Yeah. I’ve met single, gorgeous women before, Robin,” he reminded her. “Have you forgotten about the string of failed relationships I’ve had?”

“No. Definitely not. I’m well aware of how much you suck. I’m the one who collected all the data on it, remember?”

“Gee, thanks,” huffed Steve, folding his arms over his chest, leaning back against the counter next to her. “Why am I best friends with you again when all you do is abuse me?”

“Because I give you the dose of reality and humility that you need so you never get too cocky. King Steve needs to be knocked down from his throne every now and then.”

“I haven’t been King Steve in over a decade.”

“Not according to the moms around here,” Robin snorted. “Seriously, straight women are feral and the married ones are even worse. They’re desperate for attention, for someone to validate them, to assure them they are still desirable because we all know their husbands aren’t.” She paused, chip halfway to her mouth. “Damn. Maybe that’s what I need to do.”

“What?”

“Find a married woman.”

Steve’s eyebrows met as he looked at his friend, “You do realize that would mean that you are helping someone cheat on their spouse, right?”

Robin shrugged, “Look. Some of these men have it coming. They don’t appreciate what they have. And come on, you can’t tell me there aren’t loads of women in marriages who would rather not be. Women who married just because it’s what society expects them to do when really, that cute little barista looks much more appetizing than the man they have at home belching while scratching his beer belly.”

“Barista, huh? Could we be thinking about June?”

Robin sighed, those gray blue eyes hazing over, “I mean, you’ve seen her, right?”

“I have. She’s a very pretty woman.”

“Pretty? Please. That’s an insult. That woman might be the most gorgeous creature who’s ever walked this planet. And she makes a caramel macchiato like a damn magician. I swear she fills that cup with magic. I have to have one every single morning or my day just doesn’t feel right.”

“Yeah, I am sure the coffee is what you’re going in there for every morning,” he snorted with a shake of his head.

Robin jabbed her elbow into him and he laughed. He loved her. He’d even wanted to date her, for a very short time, when they worked together, until she’d told him that he had equipment that she just didn’t require. His best friend was one of the most amazing people on the planet but she had such a hard time when it came to dating. She was terrified to actually ask anyone out, preferring to pine for them from afar.

“Robin, just ask her out,” Steve insisted.

“I can’t just ask her out! I don’t even know if she likes women, Steve.”

“Oh, she absolutely likes women. Are you kidding me? I’ve watched you two when you’re getting coffee. The way she tucks her hair behind her ear and looks up at you from under her eyelashes. Plus, her ex was definitely a woman. Come on, Robin. She’s totally flirting with you.”

“She could do that with everybody.”

“She’s never done it with me.”

Her eyes rolled to the ceiling, “Oh, and of course if she doesn’t bat her eyelashes at King Steve then she must not be interested in men, right?”

“No. That’s not what I’m saying.”

“And anyway, we were not talking about my love life. We were talking about yours. How long are you going to wait before asking gorgeous, single mom out?”

“I don’t know. I don’t even know if she wants me to.”

“Is Steve Harrington actually scared to ask a woman out?” asked Robin with delight. “Oh, this is interesting.” “What’s interesting?”

“I have not seen you flustered over a girl since Nance. Women don’t make you nervous. If this one is making you nervous, then you must really like her. Does Steve have a little crush?” She gasped, pointing at him. “You do! You’re blushing! Oh my god!”

“Shut up. Jesus, you are so annoying. Do you know how annoying you can be?”

“Steve and single mom sitting in a tree…” she sang loudly.

“Oh my god Robin,” he groaned, slapping his hand over her mouth. “Can we not be children about this? Look, it isn’t as simple as just asking her out. Her husband died.”

“Oh, damn,” Robin breathed, all traces of humor gone. “When?”

“I don’t know. Jere told me that Eli’s daddy went to heaven. But that’s all I know. I mean, it’s information from a seven year old, getting information from another seven year old. It’s not exactly the most reliable. But he’s not around and when she brought him up…you could see it, you know? The sadness. It was like a shadow came over her face. But whether it was four months ago or four years ago, I have no idea. That’s why I’m not sure what to do. I don’t know if she’s even ready to date anyone.”

“Okay, so ask her.”

“How do you ask someone that? So, how long ago did your husband die because I am hoping you’re past it enough to go out to dinner with me? Come on.”

“Well, obviously not like that, dingus. I swear, you are so helpless. What would you ever do without me?” Robin hopped down off the counter, turning toward him. “Just talk to her. If you’re getting to know each other, then obviously your pasts are going to come up. Share about your divorce and then maybe she’ll share about that.”

“I did tell her about my divorce.”

Robin chewed on her bottom lip in thought, “Okay, so maybe you mention that Jere said Eli’s dad wasn’t around anymore and then see what she says.”

“I don’t know…”

“Steve, you seem to really like her.”

“I’ve liked people before.”

“Not like this.”

“I barely know her.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Robin insisted. “I haven’t seen your eyes do that thing in years.”

“What thing? My eyes aren’t doing a thing.”

“Oh yes they are,” she smiled. “They’re all soft and warm like the inside of a chocolate chip cookie right out of the oven when you talk about her. I’m telling you, don’t let this one get away.”

“Maybe you should listen to your own advice,” he challenged, lifting his eyebrows. “Because your lips do that thing when you talk about June.”

“My lips do not do a thing.”

“Oh yeah they do. They get all pursed in the corner and you smile without even realizing it when you talk about her.”

“Fine. Then, I’ll make you a deal. You ask out single mom and I will ask out June.”

“You first,” he insisted, knowing she’d find a reason to back out.

Robin’s mouth dropped open as annoyed huffs escaped. She glared, folding her arms, stepping from one foot to the other. He knew her far too well. There was no way he was asking first because she’d drag her feet and put off asking June for as long as she could.

“Fine,” she snapped, poking him in the chest with her finger. “But if I get my heart shattered to pieces, you’re buying me all the junk food I need to make me feel better.”

“All the Haagen Dazs and Oreos your heart desires,” he promised.

Knowing Robin, this would still give him a bit more time to figure out a game plan, possibly get more information on your situation. Steve breathed a sigh of relief but then just as quickly that relief vanished when he remembered you would be at his door again at any minute.

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The front door swung open and what you thought for a moment was a massive black bear came charging at you both. Eli squeaked and then broke into a fit of giggles as the bear that turned out to be an incredibly large dog gave him a sloppy kiss.

“Jesus, Miles,” Steve huffed, grabbing his collar and gently pulling him back. “As you can see, he has absolutely no manners and somehow is completely unaware of his own size. I know he’s huge but he’s just a big baby and he loves meeting new people.”

“Oh, he’s fine,” you cooed, dropping down onto your knees in front of the furry boy, burying your fingers in his thick fur as Eli raced off to find Jeremiah. “Aren’t you, you handsome boy?”

“That’s him, always stealing the pretty ladies’ attention.”

You froze, hands on Miles, your eyes moving up to Steve who smiled softly at you and there went your stomach. It was doing a full on gymnastics routine at the compliment Steve had just given you, even though it had been slyly. You were pretty sure he’d just let you know, once again, that he found you attractive. You sat back on your heels, swallowing down your nerves.

“Well, of course he does. Who could resist a face like that? Anyway, we don’t mind, really. We love dogs. We were actually going to get a dog but then, you know, life had other ideas and now it’s just me. There’s just not enough time and I would feel bad leaving a dog home alone all the time between work and Eli’s practices and stuff.”

“Yeah, I’m lucky with that,” Steve replied, closing the door as you rose to your feet. “My job is a bit more flexible. I often get to come home for lunch so I’ll take him for a walk. And being that I only have Jere half the time, I’m only responsible for half of his schedule. Plus I have Robin and Dustin. They’re always happy to come hang out with the beast for a bit if I have a busy day.”

“That’s nice. Good friends are hard to find. I am so thankful for Janice. If I didn’t have her, I don’t know what I’d do.”

“You don’t have any family around here?”

“No.” You shook your head, folding her arms over her stomach. “My parents moved when I was in college. I’m originally from the Cleveland area but I came here to go to Purdue. My dad got an offer to head up an office in Boston. It was a lot more money so they took it. I was living in an apartment with a friend at the time and in the middle of school so I didn’t want to go. And then I met my husband so that was the end of that. I wasn’t going anywhere.”

“Siblings?”

“Nope. Only child. My parents said they got it right the first time so why mess with perfection?”you laughed, shrugging. “I mean, obviously I am not perfect but that was their joke.”

“I don’t know,” he mused, one of his hands resting on the door as he leaned into you, causing your heart to pick up speed again. “I think they may have been onto something actually.”

“Here comes Robin!” came Eli’s voice as the boys raced through the foyer, capes billowing behind them. Miles chased them, his own red and green cape flowing over his black fur, the boys giggling through the kitchen and then the living room.

“Well, I think I have been forgotten,” you joked, thankful for the interruption. “I suppose that’s my cue to exit.”

“Exit? Oh, I…well, you know, I was thinking that maybe…you might, you know, want to stay for dinner?” His cheeks flushed and god, he was adorable when he was flustered. “It’s nothing fancy. I’m just throwing some burgers and hot dogs on the grill. I have chips and picked up some potato salad from the deli. But you’re more than welcome to stay if you haven’t eaten yet.”

Stay? He wanted you to stay? You had just assumed you would drop Eli off, see the dog, and then get out of his hair. But he wanted you to stay for dinner? You hadn’t been prepared for that possibility.

Did you want to stay for dinner? You did but that gnawing feeling that you were doing something wrong began to twist up your insides again. Were you betraying Justin if you pursued something new? Were you throwing everything you’d had in the trash as if it didn’t matter? Were you possibly setting up your son for more heartache? A chance to lose not only someone who was quickly becoming an important male figure in his life but also his best friend? Would Eli understand? Would he be happy if you started dating someone or would he think you were forgetting all about his dad?

Steve stood awkwardly, fingers drumming along the wood of the door, lips pressed together as he waited for you to answer him. You were being ridiculous. You weren’t dating anyone. You were reading far too much into a simple invite to stay and eat a burger at the house of your son’s best friend. He was simply being polite and to decline would be horribly rude.

“Sure. I can stay for a burger,” you finally answered, trying to ignore the way your stomach somersaulted as you followed Steve into his house.

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“Wine?” asked Steve once you had cleaned up from dinner, the boys having darted up to Jeremiah’s room to check out his gameboy.

“Sure. That would be great.”

Steve’s house was so cozy, far better than you’d expected for a single man living on his own. You’d enjoyed dinner out on the deck in the backyard and then sat for a bit, watching as the boys enjoyed the swingset, Eli declaring it was so cool that Jeremiah had his own playground.

As Steve handed you a glass of deep red wine, the two of you made your way back out there, sitting down on an outdoor sofa on a brick patio that was just off to the side of the deck. A massive fire pit sat in the middle of the seating area and you could imagine it would be very cozy to sit out here in the evenings, enjoying the night sky.

“Your backyard is amazing,” you commented. “Mine barely even has grass. Yours is like a little oasis. I don’t think I’d ever leave if my backyard looked like this.”

Steve chuckled, “Yeah, well, it took a lot of work to get it like this.”

“You did this?”

“Yeah. I mean, I had some help from my friends but we put in the patio, the deck, the swingset, all of it. I love being outside. Being inside too much makes me claustrophobic. Even as a kid, outdoors with the sky stretching on forever, it just felt like I could breathe, you know?” He shrugged, sipping his wine. “I just knew that I needed a space where I could sit and see the stars at night. So, it took a couple summers but I finally have it.”

“I’m surprised. Most people would just hire someone to do it. Being in construction, you have to know loads of guys who do that kind of work.”

“You’re looking at one of them. I started off as one of those guys, remember?”

“I know. But still, a lot of people don’t want to have to put in the time for a big home project like that. Especially when it’s what they already do for a living. They do it all week so why would they want to do it on the weekends? It’s kind of refreshing to know you did all this yourself and impressive. Maybe I should hire you.”

Steve laughed, “Yeah, well, when you grow up watching people throw money at other people to do work they could easily do themselves but think they’re too good for and then proceed to treat those people like shit, it gives you a bit of a different outlook on things.”

Your ears perked at his statement, “So, would I be overstepping if I asked you to elaborate on that?”

Something dark passed over his face and you wondered for a moment if you had overstepped. The two of you barely knew each other. It was probably intrusive for you to ask. But you had the distinct impression between his current statement and his talk about his father the other day that Steve had grown up around money, lots of it, and you couldn’t help but be intrigued. Because how did a boy who’d grown up rich wind up working for a construction company, living in a nice, but modest house, and be so damn grounded and kind as he was?

“You’re not overstepping. So, I used to be known around town as King Steve.” When you snorted, he nodded with a grimace. “Yeah. Yeah. It’s just as bad as it sounds.”

“I wasn’t aware we had royalty in the states.”

“Jesus, this is so embarrassing.” He ran a hand down over his face, pulling at his chin. “My parents were rich, like really rich. I was a brat. Ugh. I was such an asshole. I was pissed at them because they were never around. I was raised by a goddamn nanny until I turned thirteen and they decided I could just raise myself from there. They were hardly ever home. My dad traveled a lot for work.” She noticed how he did air quotations around work. “Work was often some weekend tryst with his latest bimbo. Then my mom started going with him because she didn’t trust his ass. Not that I blame her. They’d be gone for weeks and not even a phone call to see if I was still alive. So, I acted like a shit. I threw massive ragers at the house all the time. Hence the title. Everyone wanted to be around me because I could buy shit. That was my parents' consolation gift. I couldn’t have their time but I could throw their money away, however I pleased, because there was always more of it.”

You cupped both hands around your wine glass, pulling your knees in as you tried to picture this guy you were getting to know as an angry teenager. He made it sound like he was one of those guys that you despised in school, the ones who walked around like they owned the school because nothing could touch them. You could not make the two images mirror together.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” you asked, tilting your head, confused.

“Like I was some poor neglected child. I had everything I could have ever wanted. I didn’t go without anything. There were kids who had it way worse than me.”

“There are a lot of different kinds of neglect, Steve. You were a child. No amount of money can make up for a lack of attention from the two people who were supposed to love you the most.”

Lifting his glass to his lips, he swallowed down the wine hard, “Yeah. Maybe. Anyway, I was that guy. You know that guy. Every school has that guy. The one that every guy wants to be and every girl wants to get with. The one that everyone wants to be associated with because it raises their level of cool. I was surrounded by people constantly but I quickly learned it was all bullshit. Not a single one of them actually wanted to be around me. They just wanted what I could give them.”

“Sounds lonely.”

“It was. It’s so weird. How can you be so damn alone when you’re surrounded by company? I was never alone in that house. I couldn’t stand to be alone in that house. It was like living in a damn museum. So I always had people crashing at my house just so there was someone there.”

“Is that why you like outside? Because you hated your house?”

“Yeah. There were some woods behind my house. I used to just go walking sometimes or I’d sit out back by the pool, smoke a joint, and stare up at the sky. It was the only time I felt like I could breathe, like I wasn’t suffocating under the weight of being a Harrington.” He snorted. “Not that it wound up mattering what my name was after I disgraced it completely.”

“What do you mean?”

He turned his torso toward you, lifting one leg and crossing it over his knee, “My dad expected me to come work for him. Legacy, right? I was supposed to work for him and then eventually take over. But because I didn’t give two shits about school…I mean, why should I when I had all that money, right? Anyway, I couldn’t even get into community college with my grades. Complete loser. So, my dad decided I needed to make a working man’s wage, see what the real world was like. That’s when I had the job at Scoops Ahoy. He was punishing me. They completely cut me off. I just decided I had enough. I didn’t want to work for him anyway. I hated him. I couldn’t imagine him being my boss. Like, it just hit me one day, how miserable my life was going to be if I kept following the path they laid out for me. It wasn’t one I wanted. I hadn’t chosen that path so why should I keep walking down it? So, I turned around and raced the other way as fast as I could.”

“And you went into construction?”

“Yeah. Well, so Nance, Jere’s mom, is kind of the reason I got my shit together. She gave me a massive thump on the head when she broke up with me in high school. I was a dick and I was going nowhere. She could see that. So, she split up with me before she went to college because she didn’t think we had a future. I really looked at myself after that, you know? I realized she was right. I was going nowhere. I was either going to be making minimum wage, living with my parents forever or turn into the biggest asshole because I was miserable working with my dad. I was already an asshole. I’d let my anger at them turn me into this person I didn’t want to be. So, I decided to do something about it. Take that other path. The problem was I didn’t know what I wanted to do. It was actually Robin who said I should get into something that allowed me to work outside because that was where I was happiest and well, here I am. I mean, being project manager I am not always outside but it’s enough of a change from office to job sites that it works for me.”

“Wow. You know, it’s rather commendable that you walked away from all that money. Most people would have taken the misery to be able to never have to worry about anything financially.”

“Shit, not me. I don’t know how commendable it is. I just knew if I had a chance in hell of being happy, I had to get out of there.”

“It’s pretty damn commendable. You recognized what was making you unhappy and fixed it. You saw what you didn’t want to be and changed it, Steve. A lot of people can’t do that.” The more you learned about him, the more you liked him and that was dangerous. Tread carefully, you reminded yourself. Don’t seem too eager. Don’t appear too interested. “So, if Nancy and you split, how did you wind up back together?”

“Oh, well, she came back home after college,” he answered. “She got a degree in journalism and got a job at the local paper. Her plan was to eventually get a job at one of the big papers like the Indianapolis Star. Anyway, we met up for lunch, you know. Catch up for old times sake or whatever and she said how proud she was of me. She’d missed me. I don’t know. All of a sudden we were a thing again. I think it was a comfort thing? Like, being with her felt like putting on an old sweatshirt. It might not fit and it might have holes but it’s familiar and simple. The next year we were married and then the next year Jere came along.”

“Wow. High school sweethearts reunited. First love and all that. It’s really sweet,” you commented. And it was. You felt genuine sadness that the two of them couldn’t make it work after having found each other, getting a second chance.

“Yeah, well, it obviously didn’t work out,” Steve laughed, his arm waving widely. “Behold my solitary lifestyle. I was tired of all the people hanging around me, always crashing at my place, and now I live completely alone.”

“You don’t live alone. You have Jeremiah and Miles.”

“Well, I only have Jere half the time. And Miles is my shadow. I mean, when Jere is here, he is almost always by his side but when he’s not, that dog is attached to my hip. At least I always have someone to cuddle with at night even if I wake up with fur all over my face.”

You smiled, “That’s nice. The only warm body I ever cuddle is my own or well, occasionally Eli when he sneaks into my bed. But that’s been happening less the older he gets. Big old queen bed and just me in it.”

“How…uh…” Steve cleared his throat, leaning back to set down his wineglass. “I mean, I heard about…what I’m trying to say is…”

“Daddy! Are we going to do s’mores?” asked Jeremiah, him and Eli racing out the back door, capes long gone. Miles trudged behind them, his big tongue hanging out as he panted. The boys had clearly worn him out.

“Yeah. Of course. But we just finished dinner about thirty minutes ago. Are you boys really ready for dessert?”

“Yeah!” Eli declared. “We worked up a hero sized appetite and only chocolate can fix it.”

“Oh, only chocolate can fix it?” you questioned, rolling your eyes. Your son had a serious sweet tooth, something he’d inherited from you. “What about broccoli? Superheroes need their broccoli. It helps them be strong.”

Both boys made a face, sticking out their tongues and gagging.

“Eww. Batman would not eat broccoli. He doesn’t like trees. Trees are not for eating.”

“Trees are not for eating?” gasped Steve. “What about apples? You like apples?” They nodded. “How about bananas?” They nodded, smiling. “Cherries?” Both boys giggled, their little heads bobbing. “Well, those all grow on trees so you do, in fact, eat parts of trees.”

“Yeah daddy but not like the leaves and stuff.”

“Well, broccoli doesn’t even grow on trees. It grows out of the ground like potatoes and I know how much you love french fries.”

Eli looked at him as if he’d lost his mind, “I love french fries too but french fries and broccoli are not the same thing. One is delicious and one is icky.”

“That was a nice try,” you told Steve, “but you are not going to win a battle between french fries and broccoli with my kid. He would live off french fries, mac and cheese, hot dogs, and chicken nuggets if I let him. It’s a battle to get vegetables in this child.”

Steve blew out a puff of air, “Tell me about it. He acts like I am torturing him if I tell him to eat one carrot.”

“Daddy! You know I don’t like carrots.”

“You eat them for mommy.”

Jeremiah huffed, “Because mommy won’t let me watch my tv shows if I don’t eat them.”

“As you can tell, I am not the tougher parent,” Steve shrugged. “And he knows it.”

You laughed. You weren't the tougher parent either even though you should be as you were the only parent. But Eli had already lost so much and really, was not eating vegetables at every meal going to impact his life in the long run? Probably not. You had to pick your battles and as long as he was fed, trying to get something green in him was not a battle you were willing to fight.

“Daddy, the s’mores?” Jeremiah sighed, reminding his father of why they’d come out there in the first place. “Right, s’mores.” Steve placed his hands on his knees as he rose to his feet. “Guess that means I need to get the fire going.”

“Well, you make your fire and enjoy your night. I think I am going to get going,” you told him, standing as well. This had been nice but you didn’t want to overstay her welcome. And you’d been dangerously close to discussing Justin and you just weren't sure if you were ready for that yet.

“You sure? You don’t want a s’more? Not to brag but my marshmallow roasting skills are pretty damn amazing. Best marshmallow you’ll ever enjoy. Perfectly crispy on the outside and ooey gooey on the inside.”

That smile was certainly making you ooey gooey on the inside, but you weren't sure you could handle anymore time with him right now. Every minute with him was threatening to knock you over. Winds picking up speed and you were about to be swept off your feet completely if you didn’t get out of the elements and take shelter for a bit.

“While that is a very tempting offer, I am going to pass. I am going to go home and take advantage of the quiet if you don’t mind.”

“I do not mind. I understand. You go home, kick your feet up, and sleep in tomorrow. I’ll drop him off on my way to take Jere back to his mom’s. Probably around two if that works?”

“Sounds perfect.”

When had you last had a quiet morning? A morning where you could sleep in, enjoy your coffee in the quiet? Two months ago. It had been two months ago when Janice and Matt had taken Eli to a movie and kept him overnight.

“Good luck with all of this,” you told him, pointing to the boys who were already back on the swings. Miles lay in the grass, watching them. That dog was going to sleep soundly once the boys settled down. “And thank you for dinner.”

“Anytime,” he smiled. “Here. I’ll walk you out.”

His hand came to the small of your back, sending shivers of delight zipping along your spine. It was such an innocent touch but when was the last time you’d been touched like that? You couldn’t remember. It had to have been Justin. All those little things, little moments, that you took for granted, didn’t even remember, because you’d always thought you’d have them, not knowing it would be your last.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said as he opened the door.

“Hey,” he said, stepping into you, so close you could make out the myriad of colors in his eyes, tiny flecks of gold and brown and green. His hands tucked into his front pockets. “So, maybe this is too much. I know we’ve been spending a lot of time together and maybe you’re sick of us. But I told Jeremiah I would take him ice skating at the indoor rink over in Greenwood on Thursday after school. It’s a bit of a ride but I was wondering if maybe you guys would want to come.”

“Ice skating?” There was that gymnastics routine again. You’d be ready for the Olympics soon if he didn’t stop. “Eli’s never been and it’s been years since I…”

“I could help Eli. Jere and I have been going since he was three so he’s great on skates. And I mean, I could help you too, if you needed it.”

“I…” A picture flashed across your mind of your hands in Steve’s as he guided you across the ice and your body warmed at the thought. “Yeah. That would be fun.”

That smile, like your own personal sunshine, shone down on you, blinding you as he said, “Great. Jere will be really happy.”

“Yeah. Eli too.”

He swallowed, eyes locked on yours, and your stomach rolled so hard you were surprised you didn’t roll with it. His tongue slid along his lower lip and your hand clenched at your side, wondering exactly what those lips would taste like. Then he blinked, turning his head away from you, running a hand through his hair.

“Yeah. Okay. So, Thursday then.”

“It’s a date,” you grinned.

Shit. Why had you said that? Steve smiled softly and you wanted to die. Could you be more obvious? You closed your eyes, willing your brain to function correctly again.

“It’s a date that I will mark on my calendar, for our kids to skate,” you corrected. “Okay, I am going to go now. Good night.”

“Good night.”

His eyes twinkled with amusement as you darted from the house, fumbling your keys when you attempted to get them in the lock. What was happening? You’d not been this flustered since your first date with Justin. Steve Harrington was completely undoing you and you were going to be unraveled on the floor soon.

Chapter 5

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 1 year

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Butterflies 🦋✨

Summary; Jason spends more time ignoring you and flirting with other girls than actually being your boyfriend.

Eddie knows he would cherish you like a princess, and as you two grow closer he has no qualms about stepping on Jason's toes to show you that.

Warnings; Fluff, minimal angst, 18+ MDNI

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For a few weeks now you had been meeting Eddie at his spot in the woods. The first time it happened is because Jason had asked you to get some weed for, giving you the money but refusing to go to Eddie himself.

"You think I would go around talking to that freak?" this made you roll your eyes, yes Jason was your boyfriend but you couldn't stand how judgemental he could be of people who showed even slightly different interests than him.

The two of you had been dating for four months and you were becoming increasingly aware very fast that he wasn't your prince charming... Kiss a few frogs, find a prince so the saying goes.

Maybe that would happen one day you had told yourself.

Eddie is waiting for you, a wide grin spreads across his features and you bound up to him happily, he holds out flowers for you, freshly picked and you beam.

Honestly, you can't remember the last time he bought you flowers. Eddie was always bringing you pretty flowers he found.

"Hi, sorry I'm late, cheer practice ran over, these are beautiful thank you Eddie" he waves of your apology.

"It's fine Princess. Don't worry about it and I was glad to do it, see that pretty smile" you settle down, hiding how pleased that made you and begin to discuss your day.

Eddie tells you about his plans for Hellfire, you tell him about Cheer practice and he's always so guienely interested like you are about Hellfire.

Maybe one day he can show you how to play you suggested last week and he seemed delighted at that.

The thing was you could talk to Eddie about anything and vice versa, he never judged, always listened and never belittled you in any way, you loved being with him.

He made you feel safe, listened to and gave you butterflies every time he smiled at you. Those fucking dimples.

It's just you wish you didn't have to hide your friendship so much.

"It's nice being here with you Eddie, I can understand why you wouldn't want to hang out with your friends though. They don't even know I exist right? Well, I mean they do obviously but not that we hang out" you murmur.

He softens.

"Hey, you think I'm ashamed of you or something? Are you kidding me? You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, uncle Wayne, Hellfire and you. I could never be ashamed of you princess"

"I could never be ashamed of you either" you assure him and take his hand in yours.

He swallows "Yeah, we all know what this town thinks of me" you scowl.

"They don't know anything. They don't know how amazing you are Eddie" his breath hitches, your heart skips several beats as he squeezes your hand.

"I know this might be out of line sweetheart, you can tell me if it is but shit, you deserve way better than that butthead Jason"

He's leaning close to you and smiles somewhat shyly.

"I kinda like having something that's mine sweetheart, that is just mine, he hurriedly speaks up, you know us being friends and all"

Oh boy...

I am yours. That's what's you want to say and you mean it because deep down, you aren't happy with Jason at all. He doesn't make you happy but Eddie does.

"You should be with someone who treats you like a princess. Not who treats you like you're dispensable because you're not. You're totally metal sweetheart"

His sweet compliments make you feel all fuzzy and happy. Eddie always made you happy.

Jason treated you either like garbage or some trophy girlfriend and you deserved better than that.

You know what you have to do...Break up with Jason. It's been a long time coming and it would happen whether you were falling for Eddie or not.

It was time.

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Eddie can't stop staring at you, he knows he's in love with you. Big time, and it's exhilarating, terrifying and fucking amazing, he never thought he would fall in love.

Honestly, hookups at dive bars or at metal concerts were as far as he got.

"Dude, are you even listening to me?" Gareth asks him and he smiles as he sees you laugh with Chrissy, Chrissy who upon seeing him stare at you whispers in your ear with a beaming smile on her face and you turn to meet his gaze, looking down shyly as you head outside.

Butterflies, he felt butterflies when you looked his way or smiled at him like that.

He's on his way to Hellfire, you to Cheer practice and he wishes he could speak to you for a little bit but it will have to wait for later.

"Are my eyes deceiving me freak or are you making eyes at my girl?" Jason walks up with the rest of his douchebag squad.

"Your girl? You're full of shit Carver, like you don't fuck around on her when she isn't around, she deserves better than you" Jason pales but catches himself quickly beginning to laugh.

"Like who? You? Don't make me laugh Munson, you're way out of her league and you know it. She doesn't even know you exist"

Jeff and Gareth tug at his arms as he moves closer to Jason.

"Yeah? You don't know anything asshole, I'd treat her like a queen" Jason's smirk disappears.

"What are you in love with her or something?" Eddie doesn't back down from his stare.

"You are aren't you?" Jason sneers and Eddie's fist tightens, he would like nothing more than to punch Jason in his stupid mouth.

"Let me be clear. I haven't gave a fuck about stepping on your toes to show her how she should be treated" Jason backs off, he knows that Eddie isn't fucking around.

"She'd never go for you loser" Jason spits out but one of the basketball players pull him away.

"Come on man, he's a lying asshole"

"Eddie come on dude" he hears Dustin call out to him and he heads to Hellfire still fuming but determined to follow up on what he said to Jason.

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Jason gapes as you repeat what you said.

"You want to break up with me? Are you fucking kidding me? I made you, you selfish bitch" Oh please you roll your eyes.

"You made me? Get over yourself. I'm a person not some object. For four months you've gradually treated me more and more like shit and I'm sick of it"

Disbelief colours Jason's features.

"First that freak Munson being in love with you and now this shit. Unbelievable"

It's like time stands still, you barely hear what Jason has to say something along the lines of "no I'm dumping you for Casey Stevens", you couldn't care less.

"Are you even listening to me? I'm dumping you!" he snaps and you nod as you make your way over to where Hellfire is playing barely paying attention to what Jason is yelling at you.

There's cheers as you get to the drama room so that must mean that the campaign has went down well, just like you assured Eddie it would.

He's deep in his DM mode so you wait patiently, watching him enraptured.

Dustin spots you and gestures to Eddie who pauses his eyes lighting up.

"It's okay, finish up and I'll wait here" he winks at you and it sends little shivers of delight all over your body, watching him in his element, doing differing voices as he concludes tonights campaign is so sexy.

He's so sexy and kind, beautiful inside and out and you are anxious to know if what Jason said was true.

When he is finished you head over to him, focus solely on him and not the curious stares you're getting.

"Hey Princess"

"Hi, Jason told me something. We were breaking up at the time so I don't know if he was just messing around, I hope he wasn't"

Eddie tilts his head and there's a knowing look on his gaze.

"What did he say?" well, here goes nothing.

"He told me you're in love with me. Is that true?" he cups your cheek and you lean into his touch.

"Would have preferred to tell you myself sweetheart but yeah, I'm in love with you, hopelessly in love. I'd never hurt you or cheat on you like that dickhead did"

Within seconds you're kissing him and he's kissing you back, you grin.

"I love you too" Eddie briefly lifts you off your feet as he kisses you happily.

"Uh? What the fuck is going on?" Gareth asks and you and Eddie look at each other with identical grins.

"Better sit down dude, this is a long story"

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auntieslover78 · 3 months

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Someone keep me entertained from the urge of sending my mom a “ accidental” dick pick to see what happens , I feel like she’d be semi okay with receiving it as I’m her second and last son and always been her baby boy who’s never done no wrong or she’d always let me just learn life own my own but never judged and always was the fun parent and now she’s gotten the bad hips barely gets around or enjoys herself so I’m wondering a spark like that might make her more interested as she always wants to hang out and I gotta go grab her then we just drive around smoke and talk for hours , I’ve always took her used bras and panties , she’s found them before , I’ve seen her tits when I was younger fall out while sleeping on the couch her ass is just and always has been super huge too would always get so hard when she’s bent over in some see through leggings or yoga pants , her ex / old step father would always be perverted in front of me like always slap her ass grab it tongue each other and one time I walked in on them having sex and man even while laying on her stomach her huge ass was still up there and dude could barely get past the cheeks and ugh I’ve had her walk in while I was jerking off , she’s walked in while I was drying off no towel kinda on the creep side but I was younger with a lot of gift cards but I’ve even bought a hidden camera stuck it in her room after she left her ex and man the pics I’d get while at school or some of the things she’d try on for her night out was just great even had one in the bathroom for some views of when grandma would stay over but yeah any tips to really seduce my mom the right way before I just go showing her that the cock she needs and excitement sits in her own sons pants and like my ex caught and exposed my old tumblr to fb once my mom screenshotted it and sent it to me not even mad about the mom things I shared and a little upset about the posts I’ve made about my sister but yeah at this point I don’t even think I’m capable of dating after my ex been addicted to incest since I was way younger being left with cousins in the same shittt life situation as you while your moms go out you tend to try things with family first I’ve had my dick sucked by both cousins on my dads side when I was younger even tried stuff with my one guy cousin more of him sucking me off and us rubbing one another to group family porn , one cousin while upstairs one night we found her older sisters dildo and lube so of course looked up what it was turns out it was a strap on but my cousin still wanted to feel the tip touch the hole but not go in and suck on it while jerking me off this is all while we were the ages of 8-11 so of course my first laptop I got was full of incest porn and pretty sure my moms found that a few times , my brother his first baby momma is our cousin and she’d always be nude in his room door open while I was younger he’d call me in to show me her body , visited her years later new man and a couple more kids stayed the night while her man was at work and after the kids gone to bed she sat next to me on the couch small tank on and tits just free as they can be and she gave the hints of wanting dick from the younger brother was able to play with my other cousin her sisters tits which was nice plus like in middle school I hung out with this one outside ass chick a bit older then me who hung with some pretty weird Middle Aged people I’d walk after school hang with these adults smoking was weird as the one dude was an amputee from the knees down dating a crazy black girl body was nice then the other two were on the spectrum but later down the road I was related to the white lady but while hanging there they’d always ask me if I seen or touched boobs or a virgin obviously said yes to all three but in reality I’ve only seen them a couple times cause of my brother so both chicks would get naked and let me touch their boobs or ass the white chick also gave me a handjob and the black chick eventually after a while would let me finger her and suck her tits and ass was always told I can do those things

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AITA for adopting one of my brother's daughters while he's in a coma?

And yes, "one of" because he had two daughters. But! In my defense, I honestly never even knew the second one (20F) was alive. I had vaguely known about her, but she was the older sister and we'd never even spoken. She was never in the picture... until like three days ago.

Let me explain. My brother (45M) and I (44M) have been estranged for a long time. We used to be close, but politics got between us and we fought. It was bad, I'm not going to deny that. Once he gave me a black eye, it got super infected and never healed right. I used to hate him. Situations change though, and we finally had a chance for a reunion. All things considered, I was really looking forward to it.

Then everything went to shit. I'm not going to get into it but there was a huge fire—it was a freak accident, and before you ask, no I had nothing to do with it—and my brother and all his kids got trapped in a collapsing building. In the aftermath, the only ones I could find were my brother, and the girl who's now my daughter (now 17F). My brother was hurt really bad, though. He's been in a coma since then. Honestly I'm not sure if he'll ever wake up, but his doctor is a friend of mine and I've made sure they don't pull the plug. My brother's a fighter; I'm sure he wouldn't want that.

But after the accident... His daughter was there, all alone. Basically orphaned, no other family to speak of. Did I have my brother's permission? No. Did I legally have the right to adopt? Probably, I didn't actually take it in front of judge. I was all she had. I've raised her as my own daughter, I love her like my own daughter. She's had a number of mental health issues that I don't want to get into rn, but I've been supportive all the way, and while I'm unmarried, my pharmaceutical company does well enough that I can get her everything she needs.

Here's the issue, though. Remember that other daughter? She just showed up out of the blue, all grown now, and acts like I'm some terrible person for stealing her kid sister. Where was she, you ask? The day after the fire, she went and landed herself in prison. She's a real character—anger issues, trouble with the law going back to childhood, the whole nine yards—but boy does she think I'm The Asshole! Like, I was there for your sister, where the hell were you? Oh yeah, in fucking prison. (Sorry if this is coming across as unsympathetic. It's literally the first time I've talked with her face-to-face and she accuses me of being a groomer. She has this whole victim complex where she's convinced I'm the reason for everything that went wrong with her life). What's worst is, I think my daughter's starting to believe her.

Soon I'll be running for political office, and this older sister is coming in and trying to tear my family apart with her bear hands. She even got a cop* to start investigating my pharmaceutical company! (*I'm pretty sure she's fucking the cop. Like I said, she's a real piece of work.) Now a city council member got my main factory shut down, my business partners are calling for my head, this whole situation is exacerbating my daughter's psychosis, and I'm about at my limit. All because I dared to be a decent father.

Tldr: My estranged brother's in a coma, so I took in one of his daughters, and now the daughter I didn't adopt is calling me a monster. What do you think fellow Zaunites, AITA?

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Road to recovery- part 7

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This morning Pablo told me when he was going to come and pick me up and by him I mean him and Pedri as he still can't drive yet after the surgery. Going with Pedri means we are leaving quite early as Pedri has to arrive a while before the game but that's fine by me as it gives me time to get used to the environment and feel a bit less anxious. I suppose in that time I'll also get to meet the rest of the team but I'm trying not to think too much about that or else I start overthinking everything.

When it was time to get ready my job was made quite easy as earlier this week Pablo gave me one of his shirts and not just any shirt with his name on the back one of his actual shirts that he had for a game. I felt so special having the shirt as not many people will ever get one of these yet here I am wearing one while waiting to go to a game with Pablo himself. With the shirt I just wore some comfortable trousers that I can easily get over my brace as I like to hide it when I can especially when out in public. Seeing as my outfit was relatively simple I did my hair all nice and put on a bit of makeup so that I don't look like someone who hardly sleeps every night.

Pretty much as soon as I was ready Pablo text to say him and Pedri were outside so I made my way down to be greeted by both of them waiting for me outside Pedri's car. I gave them both a quick hug and Pablo kissed my cheek which apparently is our thing now even though it makes me blush every time. Pedri helped me get into the backseat before him and Pablo got into the front which was fine by me as I'd rather no one knew I was with them in the car. As we got closer to the stadium there was more and more fans every corner we turned all of them had their phones out filming and taking pictures leaning right against the windows of the car. Luckily the back windows were tinted but I still slid down in my seat to hide as much as possible as I could do without the tirade of abuse I know I'd get if I am ever seen with Pablo or even Pedri.

Once we made it into the parking lot everything was a lot calmer so I was able to get my heart rate back to an acceptable pace. Just as I was getting my nerves under control the car stopped and before we could even get out I heard Fermin calling Pablo's game. I have met Fermin countless times so it was nice to see him but him being there reminded me that half the reason I'm here is to meet everyone else. Don't get me wrong I'm sure they are all lovely people and that they won't judge me at all but I can't help but be super anxious. We all walked in together and somehow we didn't see anyone else along the way although as we got to the locker room all I could hear was everyone inside talking and laughing. Knowing that everyone was just behind that door really made all of this feel real. I was on the verge of spiralling into a full blown panic attack but before I could go beyond the point of no return I felt someone grab my hand. It didn't take long for me to realise that it was Pablo's hand in mine, he squeezed it a few times before offering me a comforting smile which calmed me down a bit.

I was able to take one more deep breath before we went into the locker room as we went through the door Pablo's hand dropped out of mine but he stayed close to me and put one hand gently on my lower back once we were inside. Everyone was talking until they noticed us stood there and it felt like the room was dead silent for hours but it was probably only a few seconds. When the silence finally ended all of the boys seemed to stand up and once to rush over to Pablo. Despite my nerves it put a smile on my face seeing Pablo's teammates give him the love he deserves he makes it clear just how much he loves this team and it's nice to see him getting some of that love back.

"So who's this you've brought with you?" An older man who I have learnt is Lewandowski asked

"This is Lola she's the girl I mentioned that I met in the hospital I brought her to watch her first ever football match" Pablo said

"It's good to meet you Lola hopefully we can make your first game enjoyable" Lewandowski said

"Tell us about yourself Lola Pablito here refused to give us any details when he mentioned you" Balde said

"There's not much to say I'm 19 I'm a gymnast and I'm studying sports psychology at university" I said

"You're not just a gymnast she was supposed to go to the Olympics in the summer she already qualified for the squad" Pablo said

"Wow that's amazing" a few of the guys said at once

"That's an incredible achievement" Fermin said

"Thanks guys but it doesn't really matter as I'm not going now anyway" I said

"It's still an incredible achievement remember we're both going to come back stronger" Pablo said

The boys kept asking questions and I learnt a bit about all of them too as I only knew what Pablo had told me and what I'd learnt from watching the last few games. All of them were so sweet and they actually seemed to care about what I had to say which felt good as I did wonder if they would just pretend to listen and care but they seem to actually be interested in my life. Once I relaxed a bit it became so much easier to talk to them all and it didn't feel so daunting anymore it just felt like I was talking to some friends. Eventually we had to leave as they all needed to prepare for the game but I left the locker room feeling a lot happier and more relaxed than when I went in.

After we left the locker room we made our way to our seats which were right at the top of the stadium out the way. Pablo explained that he wanted our seats to be out of view as he doesn't want to be seen going to games as he wants to keep his recovery out of the spotlight. He also knew I wouldn't want to be seen by loads of people so seats in the boxes at the top of the stadium are perfect for us. When we sat down there was still a little while until kick off so we got to sit and talk for a while. Pablo made sure that his teammates were all nice to me and that they didn't embarrass him but the jokes on him as Pedri and Fermin have already told me all sorts of embarrassing stories about him so it's them he should've been worried about. While the team were warming up Pablo explained all of the exercises they were doing and he told me how he thought they should line up to get the best result which meant nothing to me as I'm still trying to learn about all of the positions and everything.

The second the game started the whole stadium filled with noise it was incredible the atmosphere was like nothing I've ever experienced before and I've been to some big competitions myself as well as some of Alonso's races. I was on the edge of my seat watching as the ball got passed from player to player I never realised how fascinating football was if I had I definitely would've been to a game before. I was loving watching the game but Pablo was stressed as the team had already missed a lot of chances that was until Raphinha finally got the ball in the back of the net just after 30 minutes. If I thought the atmosphere was crazy before it was even wilder after the team scored if I had the ability I would've jumped out of my seat like everyone else but instead Pablo and I just high fived each other. When the other team equalised the whole stadium went quiet apart from the few away fans at one end I could still hear Pablo swearing under his breath though which had me stifling a laugh at how passionate he is.

Halftime followed not long after the equaliser but as the adrenaline of the first half wore off I realised how cold it was at the top of the stadium. It was supposed to be pretty warm tonight but the temperature has really dropped and it's a little windy so it's definitely chilly up at the top of the stadium. Without thinking too much I rubbed my hands across my arms to try and warm them up a bit as goosebumps were beginning to form.

"Are you cold?" Pablo asked

"A bit but I'm fine I'll warm up soon" I replied

"Here take my jacket" he said taking his jacket off to give it to me

"But I don't want you to be cold" I said

"I'll be fine I already have a jumper on just take it I promise it's ok" he said

"Thanks" I said

He helped me put the jacket on and once I had it on I was so glad he made me put it on as it was so warm and it smelt like Pablo which made it ever better. The second half was stressful to watch as the same issues the team have been having were persisting but I was warm so that made it better. When the match finally came to an end Barcelona won 3-2 which is a good 3 points for the team but it was very stressful to watch. I'm sure Pablo nearly had a heart attack a few times during the game and the amount of swear words I heard come out his mouth was enough to rival a sailor. He seemed to be glad that the match was over but I was kind of sad I enjoyed the match so much despite the stress that I never wanted it to end. I can see why people love this sport so much if I could go to every match I definitely would but instead I'll just watch on tv.

Pablo and I stayed sat down until the stands cleared a bit and then we made our way down to the tunnel so we could wait for Pedri as he's driving us both back home. Even though they won most of the players still seemed a bit dejected as they came out but they all still said goodbye to us as they walked past. Pedri was the exact same but he put on a smile and asked if I enjoyed the game, I couldn't help but go on a bit of a tangent about how much I enjoyed the game but it seemed to cheer Pedri up even if Pablo was laughing at my enthusiasm. I wasn't as nervous on the way back home in fact I kind of forgot about the fact that there would be people on the streets but when we reached the first group of people I didn't care I just kept talking.

It didn't take long before we reached my apartment building, Pablo insisted on coming up with me so we both got out the car and made our way inside. Once we reached my door I realised I was still wearing his jacket so I tried to give it back to him but he told me to keep hold of it until we next see each other. Like always he hugged me and kissed my cheek which again made me blush but luckily I was able to close my door so he didn't see just how red my face turns every time he does that. Once Pablo was gone I realised just how exhausted I was, all of the excitement had worn off and now I was just tired. I did my skincare and got myself ready for bed before crashing into my bed which has never felt so comfortable in the few years I've lived here. I was reminded that the world still exists not too long after as my phone dinged a few times which reminded me that it had been going crazy for the entirety of the second half but I ignored it as I wanted to enjoy myself.

My lock screen had so many notifications on it that I couldn't work out what was going on. First I checked to see if my parents had text me which they hadn't which meant that it wasn't anything horrific. Alonso had sent me a few texts but I chose to ignore him as he's probably just making fun of me or sending me memes. I had loads of Instagram notifications so that's what I was drawn to. I quickly regretted checking Instagram as all I was met with was people tagging me in various posts of a picture of me and Pablo at the game. My instagram which earlier had about 20,000 followers now has nearly 200,000 and my lastest post has been flooded with new comments. I don't know what compelled me to do so but I started scrolling through not only my comments but also the comments on the other posts. It was a stupid decision because of course I didn't like what everyone was saying but once I started I just couldn't stop.

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Stuck Between a Jock and a Metalhead

Summary: Nancy, on a whim, decides to visit Steve at Scoops Ahoy, which leads to her overhearing confessions from Steve that leads her to think about the decisions she's made. A few days later, she decides to come back. She finds him being hit on by the town freak. What's a girl to do? Oh, get stuck in a freezer with the both of them.

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve - Chapter Thirteen - Chapter Fourteen - Chapter Fifteen - Chapter Sixteen - Chapter Seventeen - Chapter Eighteen - Chapter Nineteen - Chapter Twenty - Chapter Twenty-One

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Chapter Twenty-Two

Nancy sighed as she sat with Steve in the waiting room. They had been looked over by doctors and interviewed for what seemed like several hours by the cops. Eddie, Dustin, and Wayne were with Claudia in her hospital room. Nancy and Steve decided to give them some time to themselves, knowing that they were probably all going to be family soon, judging by the way Wayne looked at Claudia. Nancy tried not to think about Patrick and instead focused on the pain in her upper lip. It was busted, but she didn't need stitches. Luckily, Steve didn't need any and that he didn't get another concussion, but his eyes looked pretty bruised. His lip was also busted.

Nancy glanced around the room at the ashen and wounded faces. Ted was wearing his extra pair of glasses over his broken nose. Karen was holding onto a sleepy Holly and clutching Ted's arm while glancing over at Nancy. Robin was between her two parents while Lucas was pressed between his. Pretty much every parent was clutching their children tightly but none more tightly than Susan Mayfield with Max, who looked torn between hating it and loving it. There was a bruise on Max's cheek. Everyone looked scared.

"Eddie and Dustin said they'd be back, right?" Robin asked. "To tell us how Claudia is?"

"Right," Nancy said. "You know, I need to stretch my legs. Plus, I need to try the Byers again. Does anyone want anything?"

A lot of them were silent, still in shock as they thought about the poor boy and the attack that happened inside Claudia's home.

"You know, I could go with you, and we could bring back a variety of snacks," Steve said.

"I could use a stretch myself," Robin said.

Karen reached out and grabbed Nancy's hand, holding it tightly. She knew what her mother was saying even if she couldn't say the world.

"I'm sure Mike's fine," Nancy said and gave her mother a kiss on the cheek.

She leaned down and kissed Holly on the head before doing the same with her father. Nancy left the waiting room with Steve and Robin.

"Oh my God! I love my parents, but my mother was squeezing me tight as if I were going to disappear into thin air and I get it, I do, but I just need to breathe," Robin said.

"I get it," Nancy said softly. "Do you think I did the right thing by telling them?"

"I think it would have been a lot worse if the parents hadn't all been there," Steve said.

"They needed to know, Nance," Robin replied.

"I saw you jump on that jock. That was impressive," Nancy said.

"He was beating the shit out of my platonic soulmate. Nobody does that," Robin said, holding her head up high.

"She tried to bite off his ear," Steve said.

"Jesus, I can't believe I missed that," Nancy said.

The trio turned down the hallway to find Dustin and Eddie down at the end of it. They were jumping up and down in excitement. When they spotted the others, Dustin quickly nudged Eddie to stop. Eddie grinned and skipped down the hallway towards them. He skidded to a stop in front of Steve and Nancy.

"There they are, my beautiful loves!" Eddie exclaimed joyfully.

"Jesus, Eddie, what drugs are you on?" Robin asked.

"I sold drugs, I didn't do them. . .well, not all of the time," Eddie grinned.

"So, what's got you so happy?" Nancy asked.

"Well, the sight of my gorgeous lovers, of course," Eddie said and pulled them to his side.

"Okay, seriously, Eddie, what's going on?" Steve asked.

"I can't tell you that," Eddie said.

"It's classified," Dustin grinned.

"It's for us to know and you to find out at a later date," Eddie said. "Per Claudia and Wayne's instructions."

"You can't even tell us?" Nancy asked sweetly, her eyes going wide.

"Okay. Well, that's not fair," Eddie said.

"Come on, Eddie, we're your life partners," Steve pouted, his eyes going wide.

"The lip and the eyes? Jesus. You're both really going for it," Eddie scowled. "I'm pretty sure this is an illegal move."

"Come on, Eddie, stay strong," Dustin encouraged from behind him.

Robin cackled and moved behind Eddie to stand next to Dustin.

"You know exactly how weak you are, Munson," Robin said. "You already know you're going to fold."

"Don't listen to her, Eddie, you're stronger than that!" Dustin exclaimed.

"We'll do whatever you want, Eddie," Nancy said suggestively.

"Wherever you want," Steve said, rubbing his hand across his chest.

"Okay, I do not like where this is going," Dustin said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You'll do that thing that I've been asking you to do for ages?" Eddie asked, his eyes wide with excitement.

"Okay, I really don't like where this is going," Dustin said and covered his ears. "Eddie, come on!"

"I figured you of all people would appreciate what I've been wanting them to do," he said, narrowing his eyes at him.

"I do not!" He squeaked.

"Really, because I've been asking them to play D&D for forever," Eddie said, and Dustin dropped his hands in shock. "What did you think we've been implying?"

"N-nothing. Steve, Nance, you'd be willing to play with Hellfire?" Dustin asked, and they nodded. "Hmm, maybe you should fold. Maybe I should fold."

Suddenly, the door opened beside them and Wayne popped his head out of the room.

"Do not tell him, Dustin. Think about your mother, please," Wayne said. "And stop it."

Wayne went back in with a sigh. Nancy giggled against Eddie's chest.

"We were just fucking with you," Nancy said.

"Sorry, baby," Steve grinned.

"You're both sleeping on the couch," he scowled.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Wayne pulled Steve into the room. A moment later, Steve came out with a huge grin on his face and tears in his eyes.

"You know," Robin and Nancy said, narrowing their eyes at Steve.

"Yeah, and I'm not supposed to tell anyone else yet," Steve said, zipping his lips.

"Well, if Claudia wants to keep her secret, I guess I have to respect that," Nancy said, rolling her eyes. "Seeing how it doesn't seem dangerous at all."

"Well, you'll know soon enough, sweetheart," Eddie said. "Just know that Claudia is just fine."

"We're supposed to be getting snacks," Nancy said with a sigh. "I also need to try the Byers again."

"Well, there's a small room up ahead with chairs, a payphone, and snack machines," Eddie said. "I call it the stress eating room."

The group headed in that direction. When they entered the room, Eddie closed the door and leaned against it to give them privacy. Nancy gave a grateful look while she used the payphone and dialed the Byers number that she now knew by heart. She frowned as it rang and rang, but no one answered. She bit her lip as she thought about Mike and the conversation she had with him when she drove him home before he left for California.

"Nancy. . . " Mike sat in the passenger's seat, fidgeting nervously.

"Yeah?"

"Would you think less of me if I told you that I never loved El?" He asked.

Nancy had immediately pulled off to the side of the road and parked it.

"What?" She asked, turning her full attention to him.

"I mean, I loved her, but I don't think I was ever in love with her like a boy is supposed to be in love with a girl," Mike said. "And I think I was trying hard to be because that's what I thought I had to be, you know? Does any of this make sense?"

"I think I'm starting to get the clearer picture here," Nancy said with a smile. "It doesn't make you a bad person. You do love her. . .just in a different way, and that's okay. It's doesn't make your past relationship or your current one any less special."

There had been a long stretch of silence as he stared thoughtfully out the window.

"Nancy. . . I think I'm gay," he said, and then there was another pause. "No, I am gay."

Nancy smiled and reached over to take his hand.

"I love you. Thank you so much for telling me," Nancy said and pulled him into a hug. "I'm proud of you."

"It's okay, right?" Mike asked.

"It's more than okay. Come on, let's get you home."

Nancy cursed and slammed the phone down.

"Still no answer?" Dustin asked.

Nancy shook her head, afraid to speak, her mouth pursed as she struggled to keep the tears at bay. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and she looked up to find Steve standing there.

"He's going to be okay," Steve said.

"You don't know that," Nancy said, sniffling. "Can you just hold me?"

Steve nodded and pulled her against his chest. Nancy burrowed her face into his shirt, breathing in his scent and letting it calm her down. Eddie was soon pressed up against her back, holding them both and pressing kisses into her hair. Nancy let out a momentary sigh of relief. She tensed up when she felt raised voices coming closer to the room.

"But dad - !" A girl's voice exclaimed.

"Vickie, I know you're upset. I am, too, but don't you think I tried everything to get us into that funeral?" The man's floated through.

"I just want to say goodbye to Chrissy. She's our family. She's my cousin. Unlike Laura, all we ever did was love Chrissy and the fact that she's kept Matty and Chrissy from us for so long. . . We weren't even allowed at Matty's funeral either. It's just so fucked up!" Vickie shrieked.

"I know, baby. This is killing me, too. After her parents, I was the first person to hold both of them when they were born. I looked after Chrissy three days after her birth because Phil had to go to his brother's wedding, and Laura had to attend. I held her as she cried and soothed her when she had a nightmare. I held her right over my heart, just like I did with you," Vickie's dad struggled to speak. "When I get off of work, we'll throw our own little memorial, okay?"

"Okay," Vickie sniffled and paused. "Why did Laura hate them so much just for being different?"

"I don't know, baby. I wish I had the answers myself," he said, and then a pager went off. "Shit!"

"It's okay, dad, go save lives," Vickie said. "I'll get myself a snack."

They all looked at each other with panic in their eyes. This girl was going to come and know that they heard everything. It wasn't like there was any other way to escape the room, either. The door opened, and the first person the redhead looked at was Robin.

"Robin?" Vickie asked.

"Hey, Vickie," Robin said, trying to be casual.

Vickie looked around the room and winced as she wiped at the tears on her face.

"I guess you guys heard all that then," Vickie said.

Nancy rolled her eyes at Dustin and Eddie, who were looking at the ceiling.

"Yeah. We did. Sorry," Nancy said.

"It's okay. We weren't exactly quiet," Vickie said, and that's when she noticed Eddie. "Eddie?"

His head snapped to look at her, and he moved to wring his hands behind his back.

"Yeah?"

"They said they found Chrissy's body at your house," Vickie said.

"Yeah, that's what they told me too," he said quickly.

"You weren't there?" She asked.

"No, I was with my partners," Eddie said.

"Oh, you have your own business?" Vickie asked.

"Um, no, life partners," Eddie replied as Nancy and Steve leaned against him.

"I'm just not thinking clearly today," Vickie said, shaking her head. "That's cool, though. So, you have no clue what happened to Chrissy either?"

"Not really, no," Nancy said which was true.

"Damn," Vickie muttered.

"I'm sorry about your cousin," Robin said, finally said.

"Thanks," Vickie said and paused with a small smile. "Well, one good thing has happened today. I got to see you."

Robin's face turned a bright shade of red as she bit her lip.

"Yeah, I mean, me too," Robin said.

"I think I'm going to go home though, take a nap," Vickie said.

Suddenly, Robin surged forward and opened her mouth before closing it again.

"I could - I could walk you to your car if you want, you know, just in case," Robin said nervously.

"I'd like that," Vickie said with a smile.

Robin started to walk out the door with Vickie, but she glanced over her shoulder for a moment. To Nancy's amusement, Dustin gave her an encouraging thumbs up, grinning in delight. She laughed and shook her head, walking out with Vickie. Pretty soon, Steve, Eddie, and Dustin were arguing over which snacks to get. Nancy watched them, smiling softly. It was true that Dustin had always been her favorite, and maybe it was because she always thought Dustin was the heart of the group. Yeah, Mike had put himself in the position of leader, but like all leaders, he had faults, and sometimes he needed saving even from his own decisions, which is where Lucas came in. If she had to think about it, he was tied with Dustin. In some way, Lucas reminded her of Steve in the way that he felt he had to protect the group even from themselves. Max was quick and snarky, always willing to fight back when she realized that she could. El was their shield, the one to protect them all, but Dustin was the heart, who always managed to bring them home even when they fought amongst themselves. She could see that a little bit of Steve bled through them all, and even Eddie now was bleeding through them as well. Maybe Dustin's heart would somehow lead them back home again.

"What? What is it? Do I have something on my face?" Dustin asked, chocolate smeared across his left cheek.

Nancy laughed, licked her thumb, and started cleaning his cheek. To her horror, it was exactly what her mother does with them.

"Ugh, Nance! That's what my mom does!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Yeah, that's what my mom does too," Nancy winced.

"Well, maybe if you stopped acting like a big messy baby, Henderson, then Mama Nancy wouldn't have to clean it up for you," Eddie said.

"Like you're one to talk, you should see what he does to our room," Steve said.

"I don't know why you're complaining, Stevie. The apartment magically cleans itself," Eddie rolled his eyes.

"The apartment does not. I do that," Steve replied.

"Again, still don't know why you're complaining when I know that you like to take care of us," Eddie said.

"Yeah, that's true," Steve said as he wrapped his arms around Eddie's waist.

"Steve especially loves taking care of Nancy when she's in the zone on one of her late night cramming sessions," Eddie said.

"Is that how those glasses of water and snacks appear?" Nancy asked teasingly.

"Ha, ha, very funny," Steve said.

She walked behind the boys as they carted off their loot back to the waiting room. As she did so, she caught a peak into a door that led to the stairwell. Lucas was leaning against the railings, his shoulders brooding. She pushed it open and closed it behind her.

"Lucas?" Nancy asked.

"I just wanted to stop being messed with for once. I didn't want to be on the receiving end of their cruelty anymore. I mean, I also wanted to play basketball. Not all of them were so bad, you know," Lucas said sadly. "I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt."

"Everyone knows it wasn't your fault, Lucas," Nancy said. "They all know who the real assholes are."

"Isn't it my fault, though?" Lucas asked. "I didn't stop Jason from trying to hunt down Eddie."

"Lucas, you were up against a bunch of jocks who were older than you and who have been playing basketball a lot longer than you have. Your instinct was right. It told you to survive until you could get to us. You did the right thing, Lucas," Nancy said. "You showed them who you are."

"Patrick. . . He was a good guy. He wasn't like them. We all suspected, especially when he showed up to school with a black eye," Lucas said. "I didn't do anything then either."

"What could you have done other than be his friend?" Nancy asked, and Lucas snorted. "Wow, I can't believe how arrogant you are."

"What?" Lucas asked.

"The world must revolve around Lucas Sinclair because everything in the world is his fault," Nancy said and then softened her features. "You keep blaming yourself for everything that was out of your control, then you're headed down a dark path, then you'll really lose control. You can't control how things happen, only how you feel about them."

"You're right," Lucas said, blinking back tears. "I just - Patrick, he didn't deserve to die like that. No one does."

"I know," she said softly. "Come on, we got snacks calling our names."

Lucas and Nancy walked into the waiting room. Lily stood there with her arms crossed, Agent Stinson by her side.

"What the hell happened?" Lily asked.

"The question is where the hell were you?" Nancy asked.

"I asked you first," Lily said and Nancy glared at her.

"Fine. Jason Carver arrived at Claudia's with his basketball players to try and hunt down Eddie because he's got it in his head that Eddie killed Chrissy with his mind," Nancy said. "They broke into Claudia's to try and go after Eddie. We stopped them."

"Jesus," Lily cursed and rubbed her forehead.

"Now answer my question," Nancy said.

"We broke into the school and pulled the files on Miss Cunningham, Mr. Benson, and Mr. McKinney," Lily said.

"Can you do that?" Dustin asked.

"No, that's why we broke in," Lily said and sighed. "We found something that they all had in common."

"What is it?" Nancy asked.

"They've all been seeing the counselor, and according to Ms. Kelly's notes they have some sort of trauma. I'm guessing whoever is doing that is using it against them. Miss Cunningham was clearly abused by her mother and her boyfriend, Mr. Benson was involved in a car accident where someone died, Mr. McKinney was being beaten by his father. Over the last week or so, they all told Miss Kelly that they've been experiencing nightmares, headaches, and - "

"Nosebleeds?" Max asked meekly.

"Yeah, how did you know?" Lily asked.

Max went quiet, and Nancy felt a cold feeling in her chest. No, there was no way.

"Max, baby, have you been experiencing all of those things?" Susan asked.

"Yes," Max said. "I'm next, aren't?"

"No, no, no, no!" Lucas exclaimed. "We're not going to let that happen."

"There's no way in hell that we're going to let that happen," Dustin said.

Lucas was on the verge of tears as he gazed at Max. Susan was holding onto her tightly as she sobbed. Steve and Eddie were both pale as milk as they held each other's hands. Nancy slipped her hand into Steve’s as the nausea hit her stomach. She'd never seen Max look so scared in her whole life, but she could also see how quickly the acceptance had appeared in the young girl's eyes. That was, of course, when Robin walked in with a smile on her face. It quickly fell when she sensed the tension in the room.

"Shit, what the hell happened?"

Chapter Twenty-Three

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sstan-hoe · 2 years

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𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑪𝒊𝒕𝒚

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — lloyd hansen x fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — he loved you that night, you didn’t want that night to end but it had to after all he was your mission and you had to finish it…right?

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 — SMUT, minors dni, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, dom!lloyd hansen, cream pie, nipple play, dirty talk, degrading kink, light choking and kinda cum eating if you squint

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — okay, okay, first time writing lloyd hansen and it is smut which we know I suck at but people seem to like it. this one is over 3k words and idk if I made a good lloyd or not, @georgiapeach30513 you judge haha, reblog and comment! follow @sstanhoe-updates to get notifications everytime I post!!!! and I feel like all of my fics can have part twos but I never do them so who cares

There he was sitting at the bar wearing a light blue almost white cashmere polo shirt, it had a diamond shaped pattern. The collar and buttons were a beautiful navy blue which reached through all the diamonds.

In his right hand a glass of scotch and his pinkie was adorned by a silver ring while his left wrist held a simple yet expensive watch. The man wore simple black trousers that fitted perfectly with his top.

The hair was combed back with enough gel to make it look natural and his was almost shaved clean except the moustache under his nose. It wasn’t for everyone, but it suited him.

All in all, he looked classy yet extravagant.

That man is Lloyd Hansen one of the deadliest – if not the most – assassin the world has ever seen.

But that brought him a lot of enemies that wanted him dead including your boss.

‘Hansen is a man, and a man can’t resist a pretty little thing like you, seduce him then kill him’, those were the exact words your boss said to you.

You wanted to improve his words. Even though he was a man he was still dangerous and could probably – definitely – kill you with his dick still in your vagina.

Taking a deep breath, you strode towards the bar with confidence.

“One Sex on the Beach please,” a smirk sneaked on Lloyd’s lips as heard your voice.

He saw you before you even saw him. Outside the bar wearing a black bodycon dress that hugged your figure perfectly and pushed up your breasts along with black Louboutin with their signature red sole.

Your wrist was embellished my a silver bracelet that matched you necklace and hoop earrings with the intention of looking elegant which you accomplished.

Unlike him though you only dressed like this for tonight and Lloyd knew that.

The assassin also knew that your boss set you up to kill him and he had to admit you weren’t bad at your job and tonight he wanted to find out how good.

By far Lloyd learned that you were able to hack his system – which he realized though and gave you false information – and trace him. Well, he wanted you to but still didn’t make it easy for you.

The only thing missing was your combat and will to kill, but he would find out soon.

“Is anyone sitting here?” you questioned him with a smile. “The seat is all yours,” he answered politely with a hint of dryness.

Not letting it phase you, you half turned to him and put your arms in front of you pushing up your cleavage.

“Why is a handsome man like you sitting all alone here?” his face turned to you after you began speaking. A small smirk sneaked on his lips, “I always thought this was a line men used.”

“Well but it did get your attention, so I guess it works,” you gave him a satisfied look, “however you didn’t answer my question.”

“I’m here for a work trip sunshine…now what drove you here?” a pet name was already a good direction.

“Loneliness…my boy- ex-boyfriend cheated on me with one of his co-worker’s and I caught him in the act,” you lied swirling the liquid in you glass around. To make the story more believable you let out a hurt sigh.

“But I guess it’s my fault. When we had sex, I couldn’t even have an orgasm and I wasn’t really present the last few month, I was too busy with work.”

Okay that wasn’t even a complete lie, you were busy with work and because of that you didn’t have time to do it yourself and your actual ex-boyfriend couldn’t make you come which to be honest was part of the reason you left him.

A chuckle came from Lloyd’s side as he listened to you. “Sunshine, I don’t think it was your fault you couldn’t get an orgasm and that ex of yours could’ve just done it himself.”

“Are you sure? There nothing wrong with me?” you looked up at him through your lashes.

This may be a cheap move, but you could really use an orgasm and that man next to you looked like a god.

Maybe you could kill him after you had your orgasm…that would prevent you from possibly having to give him head and getting his cum all over your face. You hated it when your ex-boyfriend would force you onto your knees to cover your face with his seed.

“No, sunshine and I can convince you from the oppisite,” he held out his hand while he spoke, “I got this big empty suit, and I could use some company.”

“Oh, with pleasure.” Lloyd gently pulled you up from your seat and led you to the elevator.

His right hand travelled down the small of your back around your waist pulling you against him. You giggled at his action although you didn’t know if that was in character or you.

The moment you stepped inside that elevator your back was pressed against the wall.

Llyod’s pressed his lips on yours without hesitation you kissed him back. Your lips glided over each other smoothly, his felt soft and warm.

His hands went down to your thighs and in one go he lifted you up causing you to gasp which gave Lloyd the chance to slide his tounge inside your mouth. Your hands grasped his shoulders for support.

The sound of the elevator didn’t stop the two of you instead Lloyd deepened the kiss.

You really thought that man couldn’t get any hotter and then he carried you effortlessly to his room.

He set you down gently and let his hands trail up your body coming to a halt on your neck. Lloyd slowed the kiss down ending it with a teasing bite on your lip. “Let’s get down to business sunshine,” he whispered against your lips.

You felt hot and the kiss left you wanting more. Never in your life have you been kissed like that, it made you feel special.

In a swift motion Lloyd had you in the room on the king-sized bed which was oh so comfortable.

Laying back you propped yourself on the elbows. Wanting to kick your heels of the assassin stopped you, “nah sunshine those stay on.”

Instead, you angled your legs and spread them apart revealing your naked cunt.

“Sunshine what a bad girl you are…” Lloyd shook his head before getting on his knees in front of the bed. He took your ankles to dragging you to the edge licking his lips.

You felt his hands move back to your thighs, they were so big and rough yet so gently and soft at the same time. With his hands Lloyd pushed the fabric of your dress up to get a better look at your pussy.

Then his hands on your thighs tightened, blunt nails dug into your flesh. The man lifted his head, “look at me.” You looked deep into his beautiful blue eyes and then…he kissed down to your pulsing vagina.

He kissed the bud of your core receiving a whine from you, “please.”

Lloyd did nothing but giving you pouty lips mocking you. He enjoyed the fact that he had you needy for him in a matter of minutes.

With his hands holding your thighs in place you didn’t have much room to move, but one thing you could do. You closed your knees around Lloyd’s head keeping him right in front of your heat.

You looked him deep in the eyes tightening your knees behind his head.

“You’re an eager one huh. You want it sunshine?” he sucked the inside of your thigh intending to leave a hickey, “then beg for it slut.”

The feeling of his wet, warm tounge smoothing your skin made a quite moan leave your lips.

“Please, please eat my pussy, pretty please?” you looked at him with pleading eyes. Lloyd licked his lips as he stared at you hungrily. His eyes left yours and went to your dripping core, “is that all for me? wet like bitch in heat.”

His moustache grazed over your bundle of nerves, the sensation made your legs twitch.

Only a second later he latched onto your pussy, tounge diving into your leaking hole, licking, moving up and down. You let a pornographic moan go as Lloyd nudged your clit with his sinful tounge.

His right hand left your thigh and sneaked around to your core, two of his finger entered you without warning while his tounge kept devouring your clit.

Lloyd curled, moved his fingers inside of you hitting that spot and together his actions made you feel pure euphoria. “You’re already so tight around my fingers sunshine…imagine how you feel wrapped around my big fat cock.”

At his words you squeezed your pussy together causing Lloyd to groan, “I will make you come harder than you ever did before and then, then imma fuck you till you can’t walk sunshine on every surface in this room like the little slut you are.”

That god’s forsaken man dirty mouth, “oh sunshine you can barley take my fingers…how will you be able to take my cock?”

You cried out in pleasure, “fuck Lloyd!” His voice turned you and worked you closer to your release. “Say my name – louder,” the assassin loved the way you called for him. Your mouth opened but only a pathetic came past as a knot was forming your stomache ready to explode.

His movements slowed and he lifted his head catching your eyes, “I know you’re close sunshine, but until you do as I say you won’t come…”

Lloyd pumped his fingers at a torturous pace keeping on the edge of your orgasm.

“Lloyd!” you screamed as loud as possible which to be honest wasn’t very loud. “Sunshine…I get this icky feeling that there is something missing,” he said acting as if he was thinking.

Once again, he curled his fingers inside you hitting the spot. It gave the knot another nudge but not enough to tip off. “Lloyd, please let me cum…please, please!” A satisfied grin spread across his lips.

“Cum, cum for me pretty sunshine,” he picked up his pace adding his sinful tounge again. Your walls clutched his fingers, thighs shaking violently and the knot in your stomache exploded, breath knocked out of you lungs, “Lloyd!” You eyes rolled in the back of your head while Lloyd fingered you through your orgasm.

You were out of breath as you came down from your high, your thoughts were all over the place.

But as Lloyd hands left your heat and felt your thighs up it hit you like a truck. The mission, you had to kill the man who just gave you the most powerful orgasm you ever had. Now or never, you thought.

Your legs were already in the right place however you closed them around his head as hard as you could now. With momentum you pushed Lloyd over.

The fact that his moustache landed right on your sensitive clit caused a moan from you.

“Oh god,” you whispered to yourself. You got what you wanted now on to kill him. “little slut is still so eager for my mouth?” His face was covered with your pussy giving him no real chance to see what you were doing.

You pulled a knife from your bra wanting to stab him in the arm first that would cause a distraction and then you could aim for the chest.

Lifting your arm, you stabbed into his arm or at least you thought. Lloyd was quick enough to catch your wrist with his other hand right before you could hit him.

In a swift motion he turned the tables back around. The knife fell from your hand in shock as he pinned you back down. Your eyes widen while he only looked at with a smirk and something that you couldn’t quite make out.

“Really sunshine? You just used me for an orgasm?” that bastard was mocking you and then he whispered your name, “I expected better from you.”

A short hint of fright passed through your expression, “what? Did you really think you could kill me this easily? Sunshine, I did my research and just a tip your first mistake was calling me by my name cuz I never gave you mine…”

You wanted to smack yourself for that small but fatal mistake. You were so lost in the moment that you forgot what was happening.

“I’ve seen you fight, seen what you can do.” You put on a glare at his words, “what are you trying to do?” “Well, you own me an orgasm.”

He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants pulling out his cock. Your eyes skipped down to his hard member, he was thick and at least 6 and a half inch long. Veiny and rock hard. “You know I gotta admit I was already hard for you when you walked in that bar but trying to kill me? That just made me harder.”

“Then I hope you like this,” you said before lifting your knee and pushing it in his ass.

His body fell over your while he tried to catch himself, he let go of your wrists. You rolled him over once again however this time there was no bed anymore causing both you to fall to the ground.

Quickly you tried to stand up, that was when a gun catched your eyes on the nightstand. You were almost standing when Lloyd grabbed your waist pulling you back down right on his cock. Both of you groaned at the feeling. You squeezed him, he filled you perfectly.

“God, you’re so tight sunshine.” His head fell back on the ground as he bucked his hips up.

You hated and loved how good he felt inside of you. Lloyd gripped your hips moving you with his rhythm. You needed more now moving up and down his cock by yourself.

“Let’s find out how much you can take,” Lloyd said flipping you over, your back hit the ground and his cock hit deep inside you at the new position. Moaning you put your hands on his shoulders, “take it off, take that fucking polo off.”

With a grin he let go of you and pulled his polo over his head revealing his naked chest.

Your mouth watered at the sight of his perfectly sculpted chest, he looked like I god. You fingers traced over his toned chest, “you’re beautiful,” you whispered.

Lloyd’s grin turned into a smirk only then you realized what you just said.

You hand clasped over your mouth in regret. The man over you shook his head taking your hand and interlacing his fingers with yours, “believe me if I didn’t think you were the most beautiful woman, I’d ever seen you wouldn’t be under me and alive.”

For anyone else this might have sounded sick, but you grabbed his neck pulling him into a searing kiss. He gently bit your lip making you open your mouth, Lloyd turned the kiss from passionate to dirty as he gave you an open-mouthed kiss.

Then you squeezed his cock with your walls at the feeling, he growled and began pounding in your pussy with all his strength.

Lloyd felt the need to play with something, so he took his hand from yours to rip your dress open as the other one was occupied holding himself over you.

You didn’t care you only wanted him.

You cried out, gasping, moaning into his mouth. Arms holding onto his should leaving red scratch mark. “I love the sounds you make when I fuck you,” he muttered.

Everytime, he snapped his hips against yours you could make out slap sounds from his balls hitting your ass, “look at me, be a good girl and look at me.” You looked up, you saw his tensed face that lead you to believe he was about to come.

His hand kneaded your breast, thumb circling your hardened nipple but without giving you time to prepare – not that you ever could – he put his head down latching on to your nipple. His tounge felt cold stimulating your nipple.

Your hand travelled from his shoulder into his hair pulling hard on the light brown hair as he bit down on your nipple.

“Milk me dry sunshine, come on…” closing your walls around him once again you arched your back.

“You love this, don’t you? You love it when I degrade you. Let me hear how much you love it.” Your moans grew louder and louder, “cum for me you little slut and then you’re gonna milk me and take every drop I give you!”

The familiar knot that formed in your stomache snapped with a loud shout of Lloyd’s name, throwing your head back as your thoughts were consumed by the blissful feeling in your veins.

You squeezed around him while pulling at his hair, scratching his scalp with your nails, you felt his cock twitch in your cunt and then he filled you with his seed.

Lloyd continued fucking you, “yes fill me up, please Lloyd.”

He let go with a groan, there hand that previously played with your breast moved to your throat pressing slightly down.

As told, you milked every drop of him. Slowly he withdrew himself from your hole. His cock was covered in a mixture of his and your come. With a grin he watched his come leak from your hole before pushing it back in, “We can't let anything go to waste now can we?”

He pulled his fingers back out, they were now too covered in cum. Lloyd lifted them to his mouth, licking them clean, making a delighted noise.

“We taste amazing sunshine, wanna try?” You nodded weakly, he dipped down to kiss you.

You could taste the light salty note on his tongue as she thought with yours over dominance.

“We really do taste amazing,” you giggled after pulling apart, still in the post-sex bliss.

Lloyd removed himself from above you, not thinking you tried to stand up but your knees buckled almost in. The assassin teasingly shook his head and picked you up in bridal style, “told you I'd fuck you until you can't walk.”

He laid you down on the king-sized bed which you realized was very comfortable. You watched him walk to the bathroom to get a wet cloth.

Coming back he was only in his boxers, cock tucked back in.

Gently cleaned you up, sometimes your thigh would twitch when he touched your sensitive skin. After he was finished he helped you out of your dress and stripped off your shoes before laying down next to you and pulling the comforter on top.

You wrapped your arm around his middle, and laid your head on his chest while he put his arm around your shoulders to pull you close.

“I still have to kill you, you know,” you mumbled with closed eyes.

Lloyd chuckled in return, “you could try or come and work for me.” Confused, you opened your eyes looking up at him.

“I have to kill you, I can't work for you.”

“Killing me the first time didn't work, there are no second chances,” he shrugged, although he would probably give you as many chances as you need.

Playfully you hit his chest, “you try killing someone after you just had an orgasm.” “I could kill you right now…”

For once it was your turn to smirk, “no, no you can't, if you wanted you would have already done it.” Your fingers traced patterns over his chest.

“That's quite an assumption there, sunshine.”

“If you really did your research you would know I'm a good judge of character,” you smiled to yourself as you felt Lloyd caress your back. “Well then I guess you just have to trust me not kill you in your sleep or…”

“Or I work for you? I can't, my boss would have my head.”

“If you work for me then no one and I mean no one will hurt you.”

You cocked a brow, “not even you? I don't know anything about you besides what I got from files or other people. What is this for you?”

At the beginning of the night Lloyd had two ways this would go; fuck you and kill you or fuck you and make you work for him. But questions like this were in neither of them an option.

“You’re a great addition for my team and the best fuck I had in years, I may haven't really seen you in action besides on tape. I mean come on were you already so fucked out that–,” Lloyd couldn't finish that sentence as he got hit by you on his shoulder.

“Ouch, what I'm saying is. I wanna see where this goes,” he fake pouted and gently took you chin between his fingers, “why is your face so small?” he suddenly asked.

“Shut it Donkey Kong, I will work for you now sleep,” a last chuckle came from Lloyd before you completely drifted off.

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