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katnisspeetaprim · 4 months

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Broad Day Light

Min Yoongi/Reader

Im so sorry if this is bad. i haven't had time to properly edit this. I've been sick again recently, but I wanted to get at least something out for you guys!

Warnings: Injury, crowds, anxiety, established relationship, idol!au

Word Count: 1203 M.list

Walking down a busy street in the middle of the day shouldn’t have been an anxiety inducing task, but here you are. That’s all it’s felt like these days.

You and Yoongi went public a few years ago and paparazzi and sasaeng’s had mostly started to leave you alone after a few months, just the odd personal space invader here and there, but you learnt to live with the new found attention.

Fast forwards to 2023 and Yoongi’s solo tour was well under way. With a world tour came massive media attention, and with media attention, came paparazzi.

You weren’t famous, so having people run up to you with cameras was a surreal experience.

You tried your best to shield your face, but it was to no avail as the group of photographers bolted towards you from across the road.

‘Y/N! Over here!’

‘Are you going to any of the shows!?’

The group of men had effectively blocked your path, not allowing you to leave.

‘Please let me through. I have somewhere to be...’ You mumbled and wrapped your arms round yourself as you kept your head down and away from the cameras. You started forcing your way forwards.

‘Y/N! Yoongi and Halsey have been acting close! Did something happen between them!? Is that why you aren’t on tour with him?’ You know you shouldn’t dignify these people with a response, but the gall of implying that Yoongi would cheat on you with someone that had become a good friend to the both of you... It was enough to make you rage.

‘Of course not! They are good friends, now let me through- Ah!’ As you forcefully pushed your way through the crowd, you didn’t realise how close you were to the curb. Your ankle rolled, causing you to topple over into the road.

Your hands, arms and knees were all scratched up, along with a twisted ankle. At least no cars were coming so you wouldn’t get run over. Though that seemed like a more preferable situation than the one you were currently in.

‘AH!’ You shakily sat up and grabbed your ankle, causing you to hiss out in pain.

‘Please just leave me alone!’ You screamed out and swiped out at the paparazzi circling round you.

‘Hey that’s assault! She just tried to hit me!’ One of the men shouted out, trying to garner sympathy with his fellow low lives.

You were all but breaking down into a full blown panic attack, when all of a sudden you felt a wave of hope flow through you when you heard the shouts of police officers approaching the scene.

‘Hey! What’s going on here? Out of the way!’ They pushed through the crowd and one knelt next to you, whilst the other two pushed back the group, ultimately threatening arrests if they didn’t dispurse.

‘Miss? Are you ok? Are you hurt?’

‘My ankle- I think it’s twisted!’ You whimpered, trying to hold back your tears.

‘Don’t worry. We’ll get you to the hospital.’

Hours later and you were finally able to go home. With a lot of help from your best friend, you were now sat in your living room, feeling sorry for yourself with your poor ankle all wrapped up.

The scraped that littered your limbs weren’t too bad, just a little sore. Stories had hit the web pretty much immediately, along with plenty of videos of the incident, filmed by multiple people.

With any luck, Yoongi would be too busy to even think about going online...

-Incoming video call from Yoongles-

Ah well. There goes that idea.

After a slight hesitation, you pushed the green answer button.

Yoongi suddenly appeared on screen. He’d clearly changed out of his concert gear and was now clad in comfy sweat pants and a jumper.

And he looked pissed.

‘Hey Yoongi...’ You trailed off, trying to sound normal.

‘Seriously? You going to pretend nothing happened?’ He stared at you in disbelief.

‘You should have called me when it happened!’ He continued on, raising his voice ever slightly.

You looked away from the screen, feeling guilty that you tried to keep it from him. Of course he would see the articles, so it was pointless to even try.

‘I’m sorry...’

Yoongi took in your defeated appearance and groaned internally for adding more upset to your already stressful day.

‘No, I’m sorry for shouting. When I saw what happened, I just got so angry.’ He paused for a moment before shaking his head. ‘You got hurt because of me...’

‘Yoongi no!’ You sat up straighter, trying to reassure him. ‘This isn’t your fault. At all!’

He nodded slowly, but you could tell by the look in his eyes that he didn’t believe you.

‘I’m going to send you the number for one of our bodyguards. If you need to go somewhere, get him to drive you.

Yoongi suddenly moved the phone in his hands. He was clearly texting you.

You couldn’t help but smile at your boyfriend.

‘Yoongi! I’m sure they have better things to do than look after me!’ His message however, had already pinged on your phone.

‘You got attacked in broad daylight Y/N. Seems pretty serious to me.’ Yoongi deadpanned as he stared you right in the eyes.

The smile fell from your face. You couldn’t argue with the fact that you would feel a lot safer with someone escorting you...

‘I won’t be going anywhere for a while. My ankle is all screwed up.’ You joked, trying to lighten the mood a little.

You didn’t get to see Yoongi often these days, given how in demand he was. The last thing you wanted to do with your precious time together was be miserable.

Yoongi smirked mischievously.

‘Maybe you’ll stay out of trouble then.’ You drew back in mock offense.

‘Excuse me!?’ Where has the compassion gone to?’

‘I’m sure you’ll survive.’ He said, trying to hold back his smirk.

You couldn’t hold back and began to laugh for the first time that day.

‘I wish I could be there for you’ Yoongi suddenly spoke over your laughter. You immediately went quiet, knowing that Yoongi was still upset by the days events.

‘It’s ok. This is enough, for now.’ You smiled gently and gestured towards the phone screen separating the two of you.

‘Remind me again why you couldn’t come with me?’ Yoongi groaned and slumped back in his chair.

‘You know why. I couldn’t get off work.’ You giggled as you also snuggled down into your chair.

He frowned before once again beginning to type on his phone.

‘What’s wrong?’ You enquired curiously.

‘I’m not there, but Tae will be close by tomorrow. I’m sending him to check on you.’

‘Oh my god!’ You exclaimed with a laugh. ‘I can’t convince you I’m fine can I?’

‘Definitely not.’

You and Yoongi spent a long time on call together that night, making the most of every moment.

It was only after ending the call for the night, did you notice Taehyung had sent you a message.

Hey noona! Hope you are ready for a home spa day tomorrow!

P.S, Please tell Yoongi-hyung I made you happy... He’ll kill me if I fail!

#bts #bts x reader #imagine #one shot #scenario #reaction #fluff #angst #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #idol!au

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byullielle · 8 months

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Honey! Are You Coming? // Bang Chan x Idol!Reader

HONEY (ARE U COMING?), Maneskin Chan tells Y/N that he's ready to make their relationship public, but always with a flair for the dramatic, he hesitantly tells her that he wants Dispatch to do the piecing together and just keep heading out with you until a rumor starts.

Tags: Est. Relationship, Humor and Fluff, Idol!Reader, Age Gap (5 years), Paparazzi (Dispatch) Involvement, Slight Angst, Social Media Utilization, Slightly Non-Linear

Disclaimer: this is my dissertation on idols dating. sasaeng contact also appears in this. MINORS DNI.

a/n: i know the song has barely reached a week of release but come on, the song is perfect. might be revealing my maneskin addiction but its a bangin song sue me.

“Baby,” Chan places his chin atop your thigh as you hum and look away from your phone down in his direction. He looked so cute, a cat headband ready in your solo apartment now adorning his head, matching yours. His eyes are tantalizing, shiny, and absolutely filled with genius and love before he smiles, “I have something to tell you, a suggestion actually,”

There goes the mischief.

You raise a brow, now suddenly uncertain of the “suggestion” because you know Chan like the back of your hand, there’s a chance it’ll be stupid as shit.

“I think I’m ready to make our relationship public,”

A pindrop of silence blankets upon you as your breath catches on your throat. “Really?” you couldn’t help but squeak out. It was something you’ve talked about 6 months prior, right before Changbin was enlisted and he couldn’t help but turn down your offer regrettably because he thought it would impede on the moving process from dorms to personal apartments.

You accepted his decision and response wholeheartedly, because you were satisfied with the relationship either way, knowing damn well Jessica and Jack Bahng loved you and you were the other 7 kid’s assigned head noona (despite being younger than the entirety of the 00 line).

It was one of the factors that made you secure in your relationship with Chris but it was getting a bit exhausting to constantly hide behind masks and caps just to visit or hang out with him. It was a bit selfish when it came to intentions but when were you ever selfless when it came to your want for Chan?

So now that him sitting up brings you back down in reality you raise both your brows and move your head back, "Are you sure? I'm not pressuring you or anything," you immediately counter, "I hope this isn't something I pressured you to do Chan, I swear I'm fine with our current situation,"

He chuckles, cupping your face before pulling you in closer and pressing a chaste kiss against your lips. You pout at him before you feel the comforting pressure of his hand on the crown of your head, "I'm 100% sure baby, I promise," he smiles assuringly, pressing your foreheads together, "Everything is in it's place now, we can take this risk now,"

"Okay," you breathe out in relief and close your eyes. "Although," you open them up again to see an absolutely playful look in his eyes. "I have an idea,"

You hum, looking right into his eyes before he detaches his forehead from yours, instead pulling you into his arms pressed to his side like a teddy bear. "What if we give Dispatch a little game, hm?"

You couldn't help but scoff. Of course. Your boyfriend hated being boring and basic, why were you even surprised? "You're suggesting," you lean your head against his shoulder and look up, "That we head out there and wait for a dating rumor to happen?"

"So smart," he scrunches his nose at you which garners a light punch to his chest, "Don't patronize me," you scold, making him laugh a bit more. "But yeah exactly that," he affirms.

"Well you better talk to the managers for that,"

"What?" his manager nearly shoots out of his seat in surprise at the explanation before you turn to give him a 'I told you he'd be mad,' look before being shot back with 'At least your manager seems chill about it,'

You shrug and try not to shake your head too obviously.

"Actually I don't think it's half a bad idea," your manager speaks up and Chan's manager looks at her like she'd grown a second head. She throws her hands up, "I mean think about it, it's past comeback season and your other boys are in the military, they'd forget the heat in 4 months,"

"And if they don't?" Skzji questions with a cocked-up brow before your manager shrugs, "Free clout for the next comeback,"

Chan nods along, a bit impressed about being backed up because when you told her you were dating him she flipped out and you fought for nearly a week until you cried because you thought she was going to resign. Fun times.

Chan's manager seems to try and contemplate the repercussions of doing such thing. "Look at IU and Jisoo, they're doing fairly well now despite the dating revelations," she reasons out, "The fans will create a racket but let's have faith that the public would be a little bit more open-minded about it,"

"Y/N is also at risk," he throws back, "She'll be under more scrutiny compared to Chan because she's a female idol dating another idol, this is barely the same with IU and Jisoo,"

This makes you freeze up. He does have a very tangible and very correct point too—idol-to-idol dating was more delicate, especially given you and Chan's age gap, the fact that you were once co-trainees, and the demand of both you and him on fanbases, it was not the same formula as being or dating an actor.

But all in good faith. Should something backfire you're set for retirement and could simply carry on as a producer. Dating wasn't supposed to be such a locked-down, sure thing, but with your profession, it had to be.

"Are you ready to face that?" your manager looks to you with genuine concern in her eyes as you nod wordlessly. No words had to be said, the day both of you told them that you were dating she already knew every commitment you made to the relationship wasn't half-assed.

Defeated, his manager sighs and flails his hand, "Then go do what you want,"

Chan covers his lips behind his hand but you could almost feel the smile on his face. It was cute as you couldn't help but giddily slot your hands between your thighs along with lips pressed together in a thin line.

"Oh come on! There's no hiding your reactions now, you look like a bunch of schoolgirls!"

"Give them a little bit of a challenge baby, you're making this too easy," you chuckle and roll your eyes before sliding on the mask over your mouth despite Chan's pout and initial protest. "Alright point taken," he quickly concedes and grabs another mask from the glove box, "They'll probably take forever though,"

"It's mid-year, I just hope they don't fucking wait till January 1st to announce something," you sigh before looking at him with creases upturned by the corner of your eyes, "Let's go?"

He nods and you wait by the passenger's seat for him to circle around the car to open your door. He holds his hand out and you slot it through the gaps, intertwining your hands as you get pulled out of the car. He guides you to the streetwalk, hand in hand as both of you try to scan for the tteokbokki place you loved so much.

The owner is nice, an old woman who knows you're dating but doesn't know you're idols—bless her—and she's the reason both of you could go get tteokbokki all lovey-dovey cause she has never tattled so far. You even celebrated your 15th monthsary in this small, kinda run-down shop.

Both of you figured it was a good start to tip off people, after all, you never truly knew who was watching and following.

"Halmonie!" you greet happily while Chan holds the door for you. The only other occupied booth looks your way while the old woman beams and waddles towards you with her walking cane. "Aigoo, aigoo, you're both here! Sit, sit!" she immediately ushers as Chan slots hands with you again before taking a seat at the small stools, your usual booth.

"What shall I get you kids again today? The usual?"

"Sure halmonie, add rose ramyeon for us too please," Chan nods before slipping his mask off. Usually the cap would still obscure his features but all in his curly hair and barefaced glory, you were squealing in delight at how much of a great idea this was. You couldn't help but reach over and pat down a few of Chan's stray curls while he looks at you with utter adoration.

You hum and then sit back down once satisfied, smiling and nodding to yourself before Chan couldn't help but chuckle at your ministrations. "You're cute," he says with a cheek on his palm before you roll your eyes, "No you,"

"Oh?" he raises a brow and before he could retort you could feel something capture the moment. It's always been enhanced the longer you worked in the industry—the feeling of a camera pointing towards you. It was a bit invasive but nonetheless, you send Chan a knowing look before leaning forward, "You think we'd show up on twitter today?"

"Possibly," he whispers back.

"You alright with that? It isn't dispatch,"

"Yeah, but knowing them?" he scoffs and leans back, "They'll get their hands on it in no time,"

You laugh softly and shrug, "Whatever helps them not release it January 1st,"

He looks at you with an amused glint in his gaze, crossing his arms while scanning through your features properly, "You really wanna tell the world ASAP that badly huh,"

"I mean!" you start to defend yourself, a little bit flustered that Chan could read you like an open book, "It'll be fun and all but if they take too long I'm doing it my damn self,"

"4 month cut-off?" he negotiates as you nod, satisfied at the timeline given, "4 months,"

As the night progresses, both of you eat your tteokbokki, fish cakes, ramyeon and kimbap in peace, muddled in either deep or playful discussion.

And unfortunately, you two didn't trend on Twitter that night.

Foregoing masks was one thing, but showing up to the JYP building like you were part of the damn company was another. With your hair tied back, bareface on full display, only your eyes obscured by a black cap, and casual clothes on, it seemed like you were just clocking in on a work day to have a producer's meeting in JYP but fortunately, you were just there to bug your workaholic of a boyfriend.

With a box of vitamins, a takeout bag of soup, and a lunch box, along with a flask filled with water, the security greets you with a smile before handing you a visitor's pass to aid your roaming around the JYP halls. Getting to Chan was mapped out in the frontal terrains of your mind, getting there at record speed while occasionally greeting the staff passing by.

To say that this was a more liberating experience was an understatement.

Usually, Chan would have to schedule your arrival properly so that none of the staff potentially paid off my paparazzi would snitch when they see you but now it was so different because you were going to Channie and he didn't even know it. People look and stare on your way to his studio, sure that it'll definitely get some interns talking but you simply give them polite smiles and curt bows before carrying on.

You finally get to the floor of Chan's studio, humming to yourself before reaching the door and knocking. You press your head slightly to the door, listening for music in case he didn't hear the knock until you see a staff member exit the studio next door. Trying not to mind them, you knock a bit louder, hand heavier on the door before they whip their head at you and furrow their brows.

"Excuse me, are you an intern? You shouldn't be knocking that loudly against Bang Chan-ssi's studio!" she scolds which makes your brows shoot up a bit at the reprimand.

If there was Chan's Room, he'd tell you for sure and you'd already be watching the broadcast. His next formal recording doesn't happen in this studio specifically and last time you recall you've garnered specific rights to interrupt him—girlfriend rights and all.

You couldn't help but sheepishly scoff, "Oh I'm not an intern," you respond, feeling the heat rise up your neck a bit before she starts approaching you with a bit of an annoyed gait to her.

Just in time, Chan opens the door to his studio. "Y/N-ah?!" he greets with ample surprise and thrill in his voice.

"Brought you stuff!" you excitedly hold up the things in your hand as the staff member comes to a halt.

"Chan-ssi, you know this woman?" she questions, accusatory with a finger pointed to you. Chan simply chuckles and gently takes the brim of your cap and slide it off your head with utmost care, "She's my girlfriend Kim-ssi, it's all good," he smiles as she drops her jaw in shock.

In all fairness you DID look like a stalker with the cap on.

"Oh my... I'm terribly sorry," she bows before you laugh and wave your hand to dismiss it, "It's alright. I hope you have a good day," you bid before Chan lets you in the studio. "What do I owe the visit to baby? This is such a surprise!" he beams and gives you a bone crushing hug.

"Well that's the goal!" you giddily hug back, relishing in his warmth and scent. You close your eyes, absolutely enamored by his presence.

"Seems like you needed some boyfriend time, yeah?"

"Nuh-uh, other way around," you jokingly frown and scrunch your brows while pulling away from the hug, "You need girlfriend time," you point at his chest before turning to the food you brought, "And something for your stomach,"

He couldn't help but smile fondly at the array of things laid on his table, "Really, thank you baby, I appreciate it so much,"

"I know," you giggle and reach out for his cheeks, cupping them before pressing a sweet kiss on his lips, slow and relishing, "Now go eat first so that I can kiss you silly,"

"Channie!" you shoot off the couch as he jolts up in shock, taking off his earphones before humming and looking at you with concern-laced eyes. But once he sees the excitement on your face, he smiles and chuckles at the message.

"Well," he huffs in amusement, "Finally some of them decided to move,"

"Wanna go out for a walk?" he suggests.

You hum, entertaining the idea before your eyes flit back to the screen of your computer, the spliced chords only staring back at you in ridicule as you hit a very hard slump.

Without any hint of a lie; the recent Dispatch article did pressure you a bit to work harder on your own group's next comeback because you had to have some sort of fallback from all the backlash you were getting. The hate was still relatively tame, but you knew it was going to double over once the real announcement was made.

So yes, you did want to go out for a walk, but you also wanted to keep your ass planted to your chair. You look to Chan who was patiently waiting for your response, miraculously out of his studio and instead stuck in yours. "I think I'll...pass first Channie I gotta get this down first," you mumble against your frown before facing the equipment once more. "I've been watching you for the past two hours," he sighs and takes both arm rests of the swivel chair, pulling it towards him before gently lifting your chin towards his direction—so that you two were eye to eye.

You found, as the relationship progressed, that both yours and Chan's eyes were so expressive, so vulnerable, and it became a reoccurring habit to just look into them with all intent and you'd find the secrets of the world laid inside. Your world, at east.

"What's bothering you?"

"I..." you hesitate, making you sigh and roll your eyes in self-ridicule, "I guess I'm just bracing myself for the fall, is all," you shrug, "I really wanna do it, I'm just a bit scared that if I don't do good on the next album they'd find another way to dogpile on me once our relationship gets out,"

Chan frowns, moving his hands from your chin to your hands, gently ushering you to stand before he guides your legs up against his' so that you're facing him directly, lips so close you could almost taste the Carmex off it. "I'm not about to tell you that you could call it off because you'd punch me," he jokes a bit before caressing the skin on the lower part of your cheek, "But honey I hope you don't start beating yourself up over this, alright? You aren't alone in this," he reassures, almost begs for you to believe in his words. To believe in him.

And you do. You really, really do.

"You'll always have me by your side. If they dogpile on you then I'll do my best to defend you from that," he presses a slight peck on your lips, "I promise,"

A feeling of warmth radiates in your chest, a small yet genuine smile finally making onto your face. The burden on your shoulder wasn't completely gone and washed off, but the assurance of a safety net, of someone to go home too was definitely helping lighten the load. You wanted to say so much, and none of the words were properly coordinating in your head so instead, you just take his hands and push down.

Your lips slot together, properly this time, while your arms find their way around his neck. You both stay pressed, stay so close while your tongues slip and lock together. The warmth of his lips are heavenly against yours, the velvety feel paired with his slick and delectable tongue—you were hooked.

His hands remain steady on your cheeks, calloused thumb gently running on your jaw before both of you have to break away for air. "Thank you, Channie," you manage to breathlessly state as he chuckles and nods, "Now...for that walk?"

Groaning, you throw your head back in exasperation, his hands now on your back to prevent you from falling out of the cramped chair, "Oh come on," you whine before he chuckles.

"Air would do your brain good baby,"

You gasp in feigned disbelief, "Are you implying my brain isn't functioning?!"

"Exactly," he cheekily smiles, "You wanted to do your best didn't you? Go on a walk with me,"

"Ulterior motives are never gone unnoticed you sly fox," you roll your eyes but ultimately concede and get off the chair, immediately grabbing his jacket which was hanging off from the swivel chair.

"Hey," he scolds with no bite to his tone, an amused smile permanently etched on his face, "That's my jacket,"

"Then freeze," you stick your tongue out, childish and petty before he shakes his head, pulling out the extra hoodie he has brought for yourself and slots his fingers through your's, walking hand in hand as the both of you leave the warm comfort of the studio.

"Y/N-ssi," a voice startles you as you jolt up in shock and see a figure emerge from the shadowy corner of the parking lot. "Who the hell are you," your voice doesn't waver in question, ready to set off the staff-specific alarm that could reach the security headquarters of the company.

"Calm down, miss idol, I'm just a journalist," he raises his hands in surrender as he approaches you, while you take a step back in each step he takes forward. "Stay there," you command. "What do you want?" you speak loudly, the distance between you a bit far but not enough to provide you with peace of mind.

He reaches into his pocket and brings out a few pictures, sliding it towards you making it skid on the floor, landing by your foot as you hesitantly look down not even bothering to pick it up. Your heart races a bit. It was quite the picture, and you aren't sure where the hell it was taken but you knew when. "I suppose you can connect that I know who your speculated male idol "friend" is," he starts to speak as you hold the urge to roll your eyes.

"And what exactly are you going to do with this information?" you challenge, raising a brow at him, "Oh the ususal, make sure all of Korea know that you're dating the one and only Bang Chan," he chuckles, "Imagine the noise that'll make,"

'Bingo,' pops into your head, almost unable to hold back your smile. "Go ahead," you shrug, "Let's see who'll be the villains of their stories," you turn your heel to leave the pictures on the floor, rushing to your car as he stands there very speechlessly, dumbfounded to what just happened.

You had faith in your fans. In STAY. And those who would do otherwise weren't fans of yours, nor of Chan's. It'll all be alright, you keep repeating to yourself.

Right after you get the fuck out of the parking lot. You've got some news to tell Chan.

"What?! Did he hurt you?!" his concerned voice rings through your ears as you sigh and lean your arms against the balcony of your apartment, "I'm fine baby, I promise," you assure him, "In hindsight I knew that was dangerous but I lucked out,"

"Lucked out?! You could've called me! Or anyone!"

"I'm fine now Chan, I promise," you run your fingers through your hair, "Although it seems like our number one concern here is when the news would be released,"

Seemingly taking a moment to recollect his bearings, you patiently wait for his response, "Alright, hit me with it,"

"I think he was about to ask me for money, I told him to go on ahead and release the picture," you nervously gnaw on your lower lip, "Should...should we start telling the company heads?"

"We definitely should baby, this is such crucial information," he says with his "leader voice" as you called it—ever so reliable and ever so stern—"And what's more crucial is the fact that you got into a paparazzi altercation alone,"

"Alright, alright, I'll tell them that too," you groan with slight annoyance. Chan loved to dote on you, was overly protective, and the fact that he had a point wasn't sitting well with you given your already prominent anxieties. "I'm not trying to nag! I'm just concerned over the welfare and safety of my girlfriend is that so much to see to?"

"Of course not," your pitch goes a bit higher, a bit whiny. "Of course not, I know you aren't trying to nag," you reiterate a little bit softly now, not wanting to fight with Chan over this.

It seems to placate him too, "Okay, I'll let it go for now too. What matters is that you're safe," he matches your soft tone, "But for the love of god don't ever do that again,"

"Yes, Christopher, I won't," you promise, no ounce of sarcasm or spite in your tone.

"Are you worried?" he asks. And you take a moment to answer. "Yes..."

"Okay. Okay, I'll be right there after my schedules," he in turn also promises, a sigh of relief escaping you because you were starting to get jittery over everything, "I'll have to go. I'll see you later baby,"

"Bye babe," you bid, "I love you,"

"I love you too, my baby,"

"Something tells me you wanted to do it to terrorize Dispatch," you chuck your phone to the side and smile at Chan who simply shrugs his shoulder with a sly smile, "Maybe they'd hate to have us after all,"

"I highly doubt they'd leave us alone," you crawl up the bed and plop yourself down on top of his body, garnering a grunt from the man. "They never really did, haven't they,"

"More on you, less on me baby," he presses his lips together before looking down at you, "Which in itself, is regrettable,"

"You get used to it," you hum and close your eyes, relishing in the warmth of his bare torso, "Thank you, Chris," you start as he hums and starts running his fingers through your hair. "Whatever for baby?"

"Everything," you simply state, opening your eyes again only to see the most sickening, fondest look from Chan. You could feel yourself getting emotional, heartstrings tugged and torn off your chest as the lump in your throat grow heavier. And suddenly you're crying.

"Y/N?" Chan worriedly sits up and wipes off your tears before pressing you further into his body, head cradled in his hand while he soothingly rubs your shoulder on the other, "What's wrong my love why are you crying?" he panics before you let out a wet chuckle, "I'm sorry, I just got...I dunno," you wipe your tears away with a slight feeling of sheepishness in your veins. "I guess I got too happy, like the anxiety from the past 3 months are just starting to go away," you explain to him as a relieved breath escapes him.

"That's good, isn't it?"

"Very," you look up at him with teary and shiny eyes, hoping that all the love threatening to burst at the seams inside you would translate to how you look. And you have a feeling that it does because he gently raises your jaw towards him and presses a tender kiss on your lips, immediately slipping his tongue for entrance as you gladly let him in.

It's short, curt, yet continuous kisses. Departing every half a second only to dive back down, deliciously loving and sweet as both of your breathings fall in sync against the silence of his room, orange and yellow hues from his lights dancing around dimly. It wasn't as magical, but it was comforting, and it was home.

"I love you so much Y/N," he proclaims in a whisper against your lips, like a secret vow as you hum and give him another short peck. "I love you most, Christopher,"

"Nuh-uh,"

"Fuck you mean nuh-uh," you laugh before leaning your head against his shoulder, a sigh of relief and decompression punched out of you. "Comeback season would be so different now,"

"Mhm," he keeps his gentle touches on your shoulder going, rubbing lightly, "The questions about you that I'd love to answer," he grins to himself making you giggle like a giddy school girl.

You both knew there were more of the invasive and inappropriate questions but hey, being an idol is fun when the people around you aren't assholes. Just like a normal 9 to 5.

"Oh the birthday stories I've been waiting to post," you tease, holding up his stash of less flattering pictures over his head as he rolls his eyes, "Oh two can play,"

"I'm photogenic I slay every angle," you retort. "You didn't date me for nothing,"

"Ah boo," he lazily responds before turning to you, "By the way, what if like, magazine outlets start to contact us?"

"Maybe let's wait another year to do activities together," you suggest, "More suspenseful that way,"

"True,"

You prop your hand up his chest and lay on your stomach, facing him, "But If you had to choose which outlet, what would it be?"

"The Korea Herald," he replies before you snort out a laugh, "I guess the Chan is 5 years older, here's what it does to their relationship articles aren't wrong,"

Looking at you scandalized he pinches your side making you let out a yelp. "I'm not that old! I'm just saying it's more reliable than Dispatch!"

"Sure old man," you roll your eyes at him, "I'd wanna do one with Bazaar,"

"With the photoshoot and everything?"

"Hey it isn't so bad to shoot high for power couple status,"

"Are you implying we aren't a power couple now?"

The cameras flash against your eyes as you flinch a bit, about to put a hand over your eyes but Chan beats you to it, one hand over your shades and another on the brim of his cap. The reporters are shouting their questions at you, a little bit overwhelming and deafening but sure as hell your guards are letting them get a little too close.

"Suyin-ah! Does it bother you that Bang Chan is 5 years older?"

"Suyin-ah, if you've been dating for long aren't you guys tired?"

"Bang Chan-ah, out of all the pretty girls in your company why go for LLCE?"

"Bang Chan! Was Baby written for Suyin-ah?"

All invasive, nothing ever good. A grunt escapes you as Chan holds you closer looking down at you in concern while the guards try to make way for the both of you, "You alright there?"

"Never been better," you grimace with sarcasm before hearing a question that piques your interest, partly moving away from Chan to seek out the person who threw that question. "Suyin-ah, don't you think dating as a K-Pop idol is hopeless?"

You reach out, one of the security personnel doing you a favor to hand you the small mic of the journalist before pressing it near to your face, "I don't think so. Because at the end of the day Chan and I love our fans just the same, sharing our personal lives won't change that," you reason out, "Both of us would still continue to make music for our fans and cherish them all," you answer, short and profound before you could hear Chan's voice call out to you, finally able to form a path towards your building.

"Honey! Are you coming?" he shouts through the shouting crowds of reporters. You immediately step back, hurriedly heading to his direction, slipping your hands together before walking into the company hand in hand.

"What'd you say?" he questions once the glass doors close. You strip off your mask and beam up at him cheekily, "You'll see,"

i took the liberty of giving Y/N a stage name for the sake of making the tweets a bit more comprehensive. Suyin is derived from S/N, which is stage name. i just added a few more letters to it.

#skz #skz scenarios #skz bang chan #stray kids #bang chan #bang chan x reader #bang chan fluff #idol!reader #bang chan x you #bang chan imagines #stray kids imagines #christopher bang #chan x reader #bang chan x y/n #skz smau #stray kids smau

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sangoqueenkoko · 2 months

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ALHAITHAM

“i just asked (Y/N) out…”

Fluff

DENDRO MASTERLIST | DRABBLE MASTERLIST

Valentine’s Day prompt: “i just asked (Y/N) out…”

Warnings? Two bad words (bastard and fuck)

Contains Cyno, Kaveh, Tighnari and Alhaitham of course!

Note: i genuinely didn’t expect Alhaitham to win, but i like how he matches the prompt! and i used Uno online for this. please let me. it's for a VOD reference.

and happy belated birthday to the man himself! rerun when?

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It's February time once again, so you know what that means. Valentine's Day! And that also means that every other shop and stall in Sumeru city would have a hint of pink within their products, aka, Valentine's gifts.

That includes Lambad's tavern, and they have a new Valentine's menu.

One of these menus was placed on every table throughout the tavern. And they would be picked up or looked at regardless.

And one of them was being cleared for a... card game. TCG to be more specific.

A blonde guy picked up a menu, looking at one side before turning it over to look at the other side, he looked rather young. As he did his two other friends who were setting up the game. One with black hair and one ash-white.

He sighed, "another year, another instance of seeing others around you happy with another.”

"You say this just about every year, Kaveh" the ash-white-haired one, also known as Cyno, said as he shuffled the deck of cards before dividing them into four smaller decks. One for each quarter of the table. "It never changes."

"Something should change soon" the black-haired person, Tighnari said, as he bought some drinks to start off the game. He set them down on the table just as the fourth friend came in and joined them.

"Well look who finally decided to show up!" Kaveh said with his hands on his hips, shaking his head with a sigh. The grey-haired feeble scholar walked over, sitting down at one of the chairs and immediately crossed his arms. He only hummed in response.

The day contained many games of TCG and many drinks, and no one managed to get drunk, surprisingly. They even tried a new card game.

Uno.

It took some time to get used to the game and its rules but it did lead to some laughable moments.

"Kaveh, I'm really curious," Cyno said as he looked over his deck with a smirk before placing down a blue seven, "let me see your hand."

This meant they had to swap decks. And Kaveh wasn't happy.

"NOOOO" he shrieked, garnering some confused looks from the tavern's other patrons. This made Alhaitham let out a laugh.

"You bastard!" Kaveh cursed.

As well as...

"Fuck 'em up, Nari" Cyno quipped.

"Uh.. okay..." Tighnari had two cards left, and Kaveh had one, which was a wild card. But Tighnari put down a +1, which made Kaveh...

"OOUUUAAAGH!" Again. Garnering the confused and slightly concerned look of other patrons.

"Nice, nice" Cyno complimented, "well done."

"Damn, that was a shriek," Alhaitham said with a slight wince as he sat beside an annoyed Kaveh.

Later that evening, not long before the tavern would be closing, they finished their current game and packed it all away.

Tighnari stood to the side looking around absentmindedly while the others waited for Cyno to organise his cards and put them away when he thought of something.

He has Cyno as a makeshift Valentine's, they do it as a friendship type of thing. Kaveh isn't bothered with the occasion this year as he's working on a big project and won't have the time for it. And that left a question for Alhaitham.

"Hey Alhaitham?" he spoke, the seemingly stone-faced man looked towards him in response, "When are you going to get a partner? I am sure with your charms you'll be able to win them over."

That made all three of the other men's attention focus on him, Cyno seemed to have frozen regarding the question and Kaveh seemed surprised. The only one that didn't seem to have a visible reaction was the man himself - Alhaitham. Of course.

"Who's to say I don't?" he said rhetorically, "you don't know that. I don't need to tell you all about my dating life."

"Wai-wai-wait" Cyno said, holding the card deck in its box in one of his hands, "just give it to us straight. Are you dating someone or not? Just say yes or no."

And he replied with a simple, "no."

It is true. He wasn't dating anyone. But it isn't a lie when he wishes that he was. He has seen someone around the city on some occasions. He has met with them a couple of times too. And they have hung out with him and the others too.

That being you.

Yes, you.

He wishes he could get to know you on a more personal level, but he wasn't quite sure how to approach you. Yes, he has the 'charms,' but sometimes they wouldn't always work surprisingly enough. Nor had he had the time to actually use them, he was at the Akadamiya all day and got home late sometimes, the only person he saw the most out of work was Kaveh, even that was debatable sometimes.

"Why don't you, you know, get out there and get to know some people," Cyno said, "touch some grass."

Kaveh and Tighnari sighed at his ‘joke.’

"Whatever" Alhaitham hummed before he mumbled, "I already have an.. interest in someone." He thought no one would hear. But a part of his soul left his body when Kaveh reacted.

"WHAT?!" Kaveh exclaimed. At this point, they were in the area in front of the tavern, overlooking the small port of Sumeru city. People's attention was brought to him again.

"Would you keep your voice down??" Alhaitham hissed. He was tired of this conversation already so he does what he's done multiple times.

He just walks away, back home. Without saying anything.

Kaveh would follow later after saying his goodbyes to Cyno and Tighnari.

A few days later, Alhaitham was around in the city for a walk when he ran into you, doing your own errands, and he was taken aback for some reason. Despite you hanging around with the four of them from time to time. The five of you were good friends.

"Oh, hey Alhaitham" you smiled kindly with a polite wave, you noticed that the tips of his ears were going red quickly, yet you never mentioned it.

"Oh, hey (Y/N)" Alhaitham said with his constant straight expression, trying to not give away his blushing emotions. But he didn't know that he was technically failing. "May I ask what you're doing today?"

Surprised by the sudden question, you replied back with delight, "oh, I am just doing some errands. Want to join me?"

"I don't see why not."

The next time Alhaitham, Cyno, Kaveh and Tighnari met up again for TCG was a little while later as it was best for each other's schedules, and, surprise surprise, Alhaitham was the last one to arrive.

Some time into the day, between games, they would have a chat. And the current topic of discussion was how each other's 'Valentine's' went. And it was good. Good.

Tighnari and Cyno hung out together as friends.

And Kaveh finally got some well-deserved rest.

But when they asked how Alhaithams went, they were quite surprised, to say the least at the answer. Even Kaveh, who lives with him, had no idea about this until now.

"i just asked (Y/N) out..."

#gender neutral reader #genshin drabbles #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x you #genshin alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham fluff

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roxy-writes · 1 year

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the comment i'm replying to: please consider a cool college au dabi who hates his dad but still spends his old mans money. he's a good boyfriend, very low key and yet he manages to garner plenty of female attention, mostly superficially but abundant none the less. reader has to deals with glances, whispers and jabs about shade regarding being partners with dabi. a non conventionally attractive reader (I'm chubby but this could be anything you want) once he finds out some intense body worship 🥺🥺

FIRST OF ALL OMG I LOVE THIS. i haven't written anything with chubby!reader in a while so i'm very excited. i hope you like this!

warnings: chubby!reader, ppl making negative comments about reader's body, body worship, facesitting, not proofread

you were always aware of the attention that dabi attracted. you know he's good looking, and so does everyone else. this could be...disheartening for you at times. attending the same college as him made you ever more conscious of just what kind of attention followed him. the kind that made you feel sort of sick to your stomach at the thought of how much prettier the people that attempted flirting with him were than you. you try not to let the whispers and scowls thrown your way get to you.

dabi also always made his attraction towards you clear. whether it be a hand set on your waist or lower back when you're out, or, in more private settings, eagerly groping at your chest and ass. this was sometimes inconvenient. it only seemed to make people stare at you harder whenever he'd attempt the slightest bit of PDA. he notices how your behavior seems to change when people see you in public, and he immediately assumes the worst. that you didn't like him, or want to be with him.

so he tries to fix it. using his father's credit card of course, he'd take you out shopping to buy whatever you like, take you out on fancy dates, whatever. when this doesn't work, he begins seeing the problem for what it really was. he finally started noticing how people behaved towards you, acting like you weren't even there, coming up and flirting with him like you were nothing.

he confronted you about it in his room one night. asking why you didn't tell him how you felt, begging you for answers. you don't know why, you say, you didn't know if he would understand.

"fuck, why the hell would you think that?"

"'cause y'know, there are all these people that make comments about me when we're seen together. it's never you they're talking about."

he closes the distance between you to wrap his arms around you.

"i'm sorry. i'll tell all of them to fuck off. you don't deserve anyone's shit," although vulgar, dabi's words are comforting, and you wrap your arms around him as well. you bury your face in his neck and he pulls you closer in response. but after a few seconds he pulls back and presses his lips to yours the same way he always did. gentle but rough at the same time.

you almost feel bad for being kinda horny during a sweet moment like this. not like you can help it. and based on the slight bulge you feel pressing against your thigh, neither can he. "heh, sorry babe. i think i've got a big problem," he whispers sultrily in your ear.

"i can help you fix it, if you want," you say, and he couldn't have been more eager. your clothes were pulled off of you as he lowers you onto his bed.

"pretty," he mumbled softly as his eyes rake over your body. and in that moment, you felt pretty. he makes you feel pretty. his hands settle on your shoulders, slip down your chest and stomach until they're right where you need him.

his thumb presses your clit and rubs the bundle of nerves, causing you to jump slightly. he looks so turned on right then, you can see it in his face. and he can see the arousal in your face when he pulls you up towards him as he lays on the bed. all he seems to want is for you to ride his face as hard as you can, and why not give the boy what he wants?

"just, tap my thigh if you can't breathe." you tell him.

he plants both his hands on either one of your thighs and shoves his face into your pussy. you squeak at the sudden stimulation and unconsciously grind on his face. he moans and his eyes flit up and down your body, gaze landing on your chest. he watches it bounce as you squirm, his nose swiping your clit messily. you can feel his hot, wispy breath on your skin.

he's pressing you harder into him, getting his tongue deeper in you, his hips bucking into nothing. you start to get a little wobbly from the pleasure, so his hands lock onto you and his fingers dig into the fat of your hips that you hated until you realized how much he loved it.

you cum with a cry as he buries his face into your aching pussy. he lets you hump his face to drain every last bit of pleasure from your orgasm. you wait till the aftershocks wear off before lifting off him. "want me to return the favor?" you ask, but he shakes his head no. you're still sensitive and twitchy from cumming, and he gently massages your thighs to relax you.

one hand wraps around his cock to line himself up with your hole, and the other slithers up to your face to tilt your chin so you look directly at his face. "jus' focus on my face baby," he whispers, trying to distract you from the pain of the stretch when his tip breaches your entrance.

he fucks you like the world is ending tomorrow. fucks you like you're the only girl in the universe. he can't even think about himself when he's got you moaning on his dick and you look so good. his cock rubs against your g-spot and you see stars.

you cum before he does, and you swear he's pulling an even more lewd face than you are. he's so close, so fucking close, and what finally pushes him over the edge is the cry of his name you let out once the pleasure gets to be too much. he cums so hard he whimpers a little bit.

you think it's so cute the way he can't help but curl into himself at how good the couple seconds of pleasure feel. you both wish the feeling didn't end so quickly. he slowly pulls out. you bask in the afterglow for a while, dabi's body cuddled up next to you. you feel so much better. you know he'd never cheat on you, know he'd never hurt you or your feelings, know he's good for you. all it really took was realizing you were the hottest girl ever in his eyes.

#dabi x reader smut #dabi x reader #dabi smut #dabi x chubby reader #bnha x reader #bnha x chubby reader #bnha smut #mha smut #mha x reader #mha x chubby reader smut #mha x chubby reader #mha x reader smut

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abramswife · 22 days

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ALL MY GHOSTS (v)

series masterlist

- summary: Beau turns up to your apartment to apologise, only to find blood, three upset cats and no sign of you. With the discovery that you’re missing, Beau starts his frantic search to find you, determined to rip apart Helena until he locates you. Jenny is there to comfort him when he spirals in self-blame. Meanwhile, you awake in an unfamiliar room.

- word count: 2956

- warnings: Abduction, inhumane treatment, obsessive behaviour, abuse (this chapter is where it starts to get dark — if you’re easily triggered or upset by abuse, mistreatment, or scenarios similar to those, i would not recommend reading. stay safe 🫶)

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Beau was humming softly to himself, an air of calmness surrounding him, as he ascended the steps to your apartment, taking two at a time. Gripped in his hand was your favourite kind of chocolate, his fingers drumming on the plastic wrapping.

Quietly, as he walked down the hallway towards your apartment, he muttered his prepared apology to himself over and over. He’d spent the entire drive planning it out, wanting to get it absolutely perfect — and not fuck up further. The last thing he wanted was to upset you any more than he already had.

He’d screwed up. He knew that now. Jenny had gotten through to him. He knew his decision of suspending you had been done in one of upset and frustration, not one of rationality. He did that a lot. This time, however, he intended to make up for it.

Approaching your front door, Beau raised his hand and knocked on your door, his apology ready on the tip of his tongue.

It swung open.

He stared for a moment, confused and bewildered. And then his instincts kicked in. He dropped the chocolate to the floor and slid his gun out of his holster. Cautiously, he pushed open the door, peeking into your home. “Y/N?”

No response. The silence sent a shiver down his spine.

It wasn’t like you to leave your door unlocked.

He ventured further into your familiar apartment, pistol gripped tightly in both hands. One by one, he cleared each room. No one in the bathroom. No one in the living room.

As he entered the kitchen, he was taken aback by the sight of three cats huddled together under the table.

You doted on your cats. You always had. He used to tease you about it when you first became friends. But, the first time he’d met the kittens, he understood your undying love immediately. You’d never leave them unattended like this, afraid and cowering — and you’d never leave the front door open, where they could bolt out at any moment.

Alarm bells rang in his head.

He clicked his tongue to garner their attention, kneeling down, coaxing them out by tapping his nails on the tiles. The cats immediately recognised his scent, from the amount of times he’d been over, and they immediately trotted to his side, meowing in distress. “Hey, cuties.” He whispered to the cats, running his hand down one of their backs. “Where’s your momma?”

There was a rock settling in his gut. Nothing about this situation was right.

Now with three cats on his heels, Beau continued to clear the apartment, searching for any sign of you.

He gently pushed on your bedroom door. “Y/N?” He called through the crack in the door, wary to enter before ensuring you weren’t in there in any kind of… compromising situation. When he didn’t receive a reply, he pushed the door open further and stepped in, pistol still in hand.

The room was empty. Your bed was still made, with no signs of you having at all touched it. His brows knitted together, checking all potential hiding spots inside of the bedroom.

Nothing.

With anxiety making his hands shake, Beau returned to the living room, doing another sweep.

The TV was paused on a show — your favourite. There was a cup of coffee on the table. He put his hand against it; still warm. That was a good sign. “Y/N?!” He called out again, hoping for an answer. When he got nothing again, he sighed, frustrated.

Yanking his phone from his pocket, he opened it and didn’t hesitate to call your contact.

He prayed this was just some misunderstanding. That you’d gone to the store and accidentally left the front door open behind you. But, the heavy feeling in his gut told him differently.

Across the apartment, there was the faint sound of ringing.

And there was that sickening dread again.

He followed the sound attentively. “Shit.” Using his sleeve to cover his hand, he picked up the vibrating object on the floor. Your phone. He swallowed thickly, staring at his own contact name lighting up your phone.

He scanned the area, feeling panic swallow him whole. Something had happened to you. Something bad.

His eyes locked onto something dark just beside where your phone had been laying. His head cocked to the side, curious, despite the bile in his throat.

Cautiously, he reached over, pressing his fingers to the spot on the ground. It was wet. He pulled his hand back, looking at the red liquid on his fingertips. Blood. Spots of blood on the hardwood floor.

“Fuck.”

Beau didn’t hesitate to call in for backup.

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Stood with Jenny and Cassie in your living room, Beau scrolled through your phone’s contents, gloves covering his hands. He hadn’t stopped, for a moment, in his new mission of finding out what’d happened to you.

There was nothing on your phone — well, apart from the 50 calls from a blocked number. That, alone, was enough to make Beau start demanding answers from the two women.

“You need to tell me what’s goin’ on.” He ordered, stern, using your phone to point at them. They didn’t reply, staring like children caught with their hands in the cookie jar. “Somethin’ has been goin’ on with her, an’ everyone’s been keepin’ it from me. And, right now, y’need to spill.”

They knew they had to; your safety was more important than this secret. Especially when it was definitely related. There was no doubt in their minds as to who had done this.

Jenny led Beau and Cassie to a quieter part of the apartment, where there were no officers bustling about. Beau looked between them, expectant, jaw clenched tightly.

“Jack is her ex-fiancé.” Jenny told him quietly. He stared at her, confused as to why that was at all important information right now. “He was abusive.”

He took a moment to really digest the information, letting it sink in. Then, he went stiff. “Fuck. You’re fuckin’ kiddin’ me?” He hissed, growing frustrated once again. “She’s got a— a shitty abusive ex runnin’ loose an’ none of you thought, maybe we should tell Beau?”

“That’s not the priority right now.” Cassie interrupted. Beau stared up at the ceiling, hand over his face, trying to calm himself before he exploded. “Listen.” She held a hand out in his direction, her grounded demeanour settling his nerves a little. “The flowers were from him, and the blocked number on her phone is also him.”

His head snapped in her direction, all calmness now i he again gone. “The flowers?” He echoed. “You mean the flowers at the station that I told her were nothin’?” He scrubbed his hands over his face. “Christ.” Guilt and self-blame was really starting to weigh heavy on his chest.

“So, it’s gotta be him.” Jenny looked between them. “Right? We’re all on the same page. He did this.” It wasn’t a question. It was definitive.

“No shit it was this— whatever his name is.” Beau pinched the bridge of his nose, pressing his tongue against his cheek. “Okay.” He attempted to calm himself with a few deep breaths.

Exploding wasn’t going to help. What was going to help was keeping a level head and looking at this properly. You didn’t need him losing his temper. You needed him to find you.

It felt like the Bleeding Heart Killer all over again. When Emily had been taken, and he’d felt so utterly useless. He’d lost his composure then, too, and he was doing it again. Losing his cool when it was something he cared about in danger.

He took a few more deep breaths. “Do we know this Jack’s last name?” He asked Cassie. She shook her head, her expression grim. He sighed, frustration bubbling under the surface. “Right. I’ll get Pop on that. Meanwhile, we,” he pointed between himself and Jenny, “we are going to search every inch of this damn town until we find her.”

Jenny nodded once.

Beau nodded back at her, tense. “Cassie, can you continue diggin’ up whatever y’can on this fella?” He got a nod of confirmation from her. “Good. Great.” He looked between them, his expression hardened. With a clenched jaw, he shook his head and stormed off.

Jenny and Cassie exchanged a look as he muttered to himself. It was obviously nothing nice. Probably some angry curses about the fact he’d been left out of the know for so long.

As he reached the front door, he turned around, facing the large group of officers collecting evidence from your apartment. “If anyone finds anythin’,” he raised his voice to a yell, “I wanna be the first fuckin’ call!”

The walls shook as he slammed the door behind him.

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Beau had been spiralling all day.

He was snappy, and constantly on edge. The entire station felt like they were walking on eggshells around the sheriff, unsure of when or who he’d snap at next. It was clear his worry for you was blinding him, and he was losing himself in his need to find you.

Hell, he hadn’t stopped to eat or sleep. He’d been working for 12 hours straight like a robot.

He’d worked all through the night, drinking six cups of coffee and enough energy drinks he’d make a teenager look healthy. The remnants of his nightly diet was left on the floor by the trash can, clear as day for Jenny to see when she turned up to start her shift.

She paused in the doorways of his office, taking in the worrying sight. “Did you go home?” She scanned over his disheveled appearance; messy hair, heavy eyebags, the same clothes as the day before, and a general tension in his whole body. Beau shook his head silently, going over every piece of information they’d gathered about your ex in the last 12 hours. “You should go home. Shower.”

He just shook his head again, not saying anything.

“Or have a nap?” Jenny suggested, stepping further into the room. Jenny looked at him in obvious concern. This time, Beau didn’t even shake his head. She sighed deeply. “You know she wouldn’t want you killing yourself over this.” It wasn’t healthy, and he knew it.

He clenched his jaw. “That won’t matter if we don’t find her alive.” His voice was raw and hoarse, tension seeping into it.

“It’s only been 12 hours, Beau—“

His eyes narrowed. “The first 72 hours of a missing persons case are the most vital.” He interrupted. It sounded like he’d been repeating that to himself all night, trying to colvin he himself there wasn’t enough time to have a break.

“Right, I know that.” Jenny reached across the desk and practically snatched the files from him. He spluttered in protest, trying to grab them back. “But you are helping no one by going about it this way. Get some rest.”

“I can’t.” Beau stood on his feet, teeth grinding together. “Not when she’s out there, with that— that bastard, who could be doin’ anythin’ to her as we speak.”

Jenny stood her ground, not relenting. She didn’t make a move to return the files to him, stubborn.

Beau pushed a hand through his hair. His expression crumbled suddenly. “This is my fault.” He whispered, falling back into his chair. He stared at Jenny, expression lost and vulnerable.

Jenny’s face fell in concern. “How can this be your fault?” Gone was her sternness, now replaced by gentle concern.

“I sent her home.” He muttered, putting his face in his hands. He scrubbed at his face, trying to collect himself, to no avail. “If— she was there ‘cause I sent her home.” He looked up at Jenny, revealing the tears pooling deep in his eyes. “If I didn’t suspend her, she would’ve been with me, an’ I would’ve taken her home. She’d’ve been safe.”

“That’s not your fault.” Jenny’s demeanour softened even further, her increasing worry for her friend visible. She placed the files back down. “You couldn’t have known.”

He furiously rubbed at his eyes, willing himself not to cry. The breaths he took in were shaky. “I took her gun.” He whispered, voice wobbling. “She couldn’t defend herself… because of me.” His voice cracked on the final word.

For a few beats, Jenny stared at him, trying to find the right words. “It’s not your fault.” She laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. “You didn’t know.“

Beau stared back at her, eyes teary, lip trembling with barely concealed sobs.

“We’re gonna find her.” Jenny whispered reassuringly. “Alive. We’re gonna find her alive.”

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The first thing you noticed as you came to, was the hot throbbing pain in your head.

You mumbled and whined, confused. Bleary, unsure of your surroundings, your eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the darkness of the room you were in.

A bedroom. But not your bedroom.

You squinted to adjust to the darkness. It looked… normal? It was just a normal room. Nothing seemed out of place, as you did a quick sweep with your eyes. The normalcy of it only increased your anxiety and fear.

Okay… so you’d been taken by your ex-fiancé and he put you in an unfamiliar bedroom? Right. No need to panic. You could handle this.

Carefully, you stood, taking a few stumbling steps forwards into the room. You felt out of it and dizzy — probably due to the head wound. You tried to venture further into your surroundings. Something caught your leg, sending you hurtling forward, making sharp contact with the wooden ground.

You yelped in pain at the collision against your elbows and head. Blinking away stars, you turned to the culprit.

A metal chain.

“What the fuck?” You fumbled for the chain, yanking on it, eyes following the metal to the wall. You were chained to the wall by your ankle, giving you maybe five feet of walking space. You yanked a few more times, but it didn’t give way.

Frustrated, you threw the chain down, cringing at the clinking and rattling that echoed around the room.

Your eyes scanned over the room again, trying to gather your bearings. Your eyes locked onto the pictures on the walls, able to see more details now your eyes had properly adjusted, and your spine stiffened.

They were all pictures of you and Jack — his proposal, sweet selfies you’d taken together, the professional photos you’d had done for your 2nd anniversary. You scoffed in disbelief, putting the pieces together as to why he’d literally abducted you.

Talk about being an obsessive ex.

God, what a bastard.

The door creaked, leaking in light. You blinked against it, pushing yourself away from the doorway, shuffling backwards on the floor, putting space between you and who you assumed was Jack.

“I thought I heard you banging about.” He chuckled, like the sight of you being chained to a wall was so funny. It made goosebumps rise on your skin. He approached, silhouetted by the light in the hallway like a damn killer from a horror movie. “You feeling alright? I did put some ice on that nasty bruise on your head.”

“What, the bruise you gave me?” You practically spat out, pushing yourself backwards to create an even bigger distance.

He crouched down by your side, hand clamping onto your ankle to prevent you from moving away any further. “Isn’t the first.” Your glare darkened. Jack chuckled, shaking his head. “It was a joke. Lighten up, doll.” His index finger brushed your chin.

For a moment, you thought about Beau.

He did that. He liked to put his finger on your chin, tilting your head up until your eyes met his. He’d speak softly, eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled down at you, full of nothing but care and kindness. When he did it, your body tingled, stomach churning in a heated, excited way. God, he looked hot when he did that.

When Jack did it, your skin crawled. You turned your head away, trying to escape him.

His fingers curled around your jaw, gripping onto it, tugging your face back. “See.” His grip was tight enough to leave marks. Probably bruises. “We could’ve prevented all of this, if you’d picked up the fucking phone.”

Instead of replying, you spat on him. The spot of saliva landed on his cheek.

He reeled back, taken by surprise at your action. You’d never done anything like that before. Evidently, you’d changed a lot since he’d last seen you. Silent, he used his sleeve to wipe off the spit. You stared at him defiantly, as his hand came off your chin.

His hand rose up into the air.

You tensed, knowing exactly what was coming.

The pain in your cheek still made you gasp, despite having been prepared for it. Your vision went blurry and white for a moment, breath taken directly from your lungs. Rapidly blinking to restore your vision, you couldn’t help the whimper that passed from your lips when he yanked on your hair, forcing your head to turn so you looked at him.

“You’re mine.” He seethed, venom in his words. Your body felt numb, staring back at him, gasping shallowly for air. “So you follow my rules. Now, you’re gonna sit there and look pretty, until I come get you to make my dinner.” He shoved you back, making your already-bruised head slam against the wall.

“Screw you.” You snarled, despite the agonising pain throbbing in your face and head.

Without another word, he got up, and walked out.

The door slammed behind him, leaving you in the darkness, alone and in pain.

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anxiouspineapple99 · 10 months

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Himbo Noodle Soup for the Soul

Pairing: squint and you can see potential hints of 501st x f!reader; - aka if someone wanted to make it smutty they def could. 🩷 …I’d totally read that too

Summary: Your sleazy boyfriend cheats on you and dumps you. But your favorite 501st himbos are coming to the rescue!

HELP IS ON THE WAY DEAR! HELP IS ON THE WAY!

But the boys can’t agree on a gift. So they all get you something different!

Warnings: FLUFF. It’s all fluff. Don’t come for me. I will not be accepting dental bills for tooth rot thx 😜Some talk of sexual transmitted infections, self loathing, self depreciation

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: This fic absolutely DOES NOT take itself seriously lol. I honestly had no idea it would garner the support it has and frankly I had fun writing it. I love sappy fluff. It fuels my soul. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it.

This fic was inspired by THIS post! 🩷💖

How could that sleemo do this? Not only did he cheat on you but then he broke up with you via hologram while you were working. A hologram, mind you, that said you should get tested for some STI he picked up from the slag he cheated with. You launched the handheld holoprojector across the supply closet, rage and heartbreak simultaneously fighting for dominance within your stomach. You had an implant that prevented pregnancy and diseases but that inconsiderate, two-timing, laserbrained, e chu ta didn’t know that. How could you be so stupid? You thought he was going to propose. You told everyone as much. This was humiliating. They’ll never let you live this down. They are still taking the piss out of Jesse for that girl from 79s. Obviously you were the problem. He wouldn’t have cheated if you were prettier, smarter, funnier…was it that weird sex thing he wanted to do that you weren’t comfortable with? Bet she did that with him. She was everything you weren’t apparently.

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You’d been skulking around the medbay for days now and the boys of the 501st had noticed. Kix realized your usual bubbly greetings you had for him when he entered the medbay had been replaced with a blank stare. You’d been distracted and making mistakes, very unlike you. Fives and Jesse saw the dark circles carved under your puffy red eyes as they passed you in the hallways. You’d stopped laughing at Hardcase’s jokes, now only staring off or giving a halfhearted hum in response. Tup and Dogma found you crying in a supply closet. When you finally stopped joining them for meals in the mess, they decided they needed answers.

“Did we do something? She won’t even look at us,” Fives moved his food back and forth sadly. “Yesterday Dogma and I accidentally bumped into her and she immediately turned and ran crying in the opposite direction. We didn’t even get to apologize,” Tup mumbled as Dogma rested his chin in his hand.

“She doesn’t even laugh at my jokes anymore,” Hardcase whined as he poked the pathetic excuse for breakfast on his tray.

“If you’re talking about who I think you’re talking about, she’s been practically catatonic in the medbay for the last week,” Kix hummed as he and Jesse squeezed in at the table with their brothers.

Rex, who had been silently listening as he worked on reports spoke up, “Her sleemo boyfriend cheated on her and then dumped her over hologram. And told her she needed to get tested for an STI.”

“Kriff…” Fives and Tup mumbled in unison wide eyed in disbelief.

“Hold on, the same guy who called us her…what was it…her ‘work himbos’?” Tup scrunched his nose irritably.

“Maker, what a shabuir. I always thought she deserved better, but this is a whole new low. He can say what he wants about us, I’ll be a work himbo. But he hurt our girl,” Fives growled as he clenched his fist around his fork.

Hardcase slammed his fist on the table, “Where is he? I’ll personally pay him a visit! I’ll show him what this himbo can do!”

“How did you find that out,” Kix leaned into Rex, “I work with her directly and she never confided any of that with me. Last thing she told me she thought he was going to propose.”

“I pulled rank. Told her I was worried about her. She crumbled into a blubbering mess and dumped it all on me and General Skywalker,” Rex shrugged and took a large swig of his caf.

“Cap! Permission to hunt the nerf herder down and put the fear of the 501st in ‘im!” Hardcase was already on his feet. He was itching for a fight and he was ready to show that worthless womprat that no one messed with one of his own.

“Stand down, Hardcase. I don’t need you getting locked up for some scummy nat-born,” Rex sighed, “Besides I may have already offered to put the fear of the Force in him with an unexpected visit and she was adamant that I let it go.”

“Well what can we do? We should help cheer her up,” Tup mused, swirling his cup of caf mindlessly. “Women like Hyellian musical noodles, right? Maybe we can do something with that?” Hardcase mumbled between chewing mouthfuls of food.

“Hardcase that’s the stupidest idea-” Jesse began but Fives interjected holding up his hand, “No. No, he has a point.”

Jesse whipped his head toward Fives, “What point? Fives, no!”

“Fives, yes!” Fives jumped to his feet with chaos twinkling in his eyes.

“Hardcase, yes!” Hardcase followed suit with unbridled elation scrawled into his expression.

“Shut up!” Resounded a synchronized admonishment from Jesse and Kix.

“Jesse is right, ‘Sorry your boyfriend cheated on you and might have given you some weird disease, here are some noodles?’ That is stupid. Women like flowers. She always complained that sleemo never bought her flowers anyway. Flowers say ‘He was a creep but you have us. And we buy your favorite flowers, unlike that walking STI.”

“Flowers? Boring and cliche, much like you my beloved vod.” Fives slung an affectionate arm around Kix who immediately shoved him off with a gruff, “Kriff off Fives. Not boring. Considerate. It shows that I listen to her. And women like being listened to more than Hardcase’s noodles, di’kut.”

“Nah, we should get wine. She loves wine,” Jesse kicked his feet up on the table eliciting a glare from Rex. “Remember a while back when I got totally wasted at 79s and she took me back to her place and took care of me? Once I’d thrown up everything in my stomach and then some, we got to talking and she told me about her favorite wines.”

“Jesse. Boots. Table.”

“Sorry, Captain.”

“Fine. She can drink the wine with the noodles we are getting her, right boys?” Hardcase was not giving up on the idea of noodles no matter what his brothers said. He knew the way to your heart was through your stomach.

“Wait. Isn’t this fraternizing? That’s completely against regulations!” Dogma pressed. A collective groan peppered with “Kriffing Dogma” and “You just had to say something” erupted from the table as all the men turned to look at Rex.

“I already got her something, so you won’t be hearing a word from me,” Rex never looked up from the reports he was poring over.

“Great! That’s settled then, wait… What did you get her, sir?” Fives narrowed his eyes at Rex and drummed his fingers on the table. “Now I can’t tell you that. It would take all the fun out of me watching you all fumble over each other trying to figure out what to get our sweet girl,” a mischievous smile crossed Rex’s lips as he stood up. “But I’ll be giving it to her tomorrow at 1700 hours. So you lot better get a move on. Good luck, gentlemen!” The boys heard Rex chuckling to himself as he walked away. “Good luck, indeed.” Fives’ eyes remained fixed on Rex until he was out of sight.

He sure as hell wasn’t going to let his CO best him at this, “We meet at her apartment tomorrow at 1700 sharp. We’ll see who the best gift giver is then!” After another round of bickering over who was going to find the best gift, the group dispersed. Fives and Tup opted to work with Hardcase, pooling their credits to buy the expensive noodles. Kix, Jesse, and Dogma opted to select their gifts independently.

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You were wrist deep in your second tub of ice cream of the evening as you binged holodramas and wallowed in your own self pity on your sofa when someone knocked on the door. You swore under your breath and wrapped your blanket tightly around you as you shuffled to answer.

The door slid open and there were your 501st lads bickering and shoving each other, each one toting an armful of gifts. They froze wide eyed and grinned sheepishly.

“Hey mesh’la! We are here to brighten your spirits!” Fives beamed proudly with an extraordinarily large takeout container and some flowers he had clearly picked from one of the garden boxes outside your apartment building in his hands. You were speechless looking from face to face positively bewildered. Suddenly you were self conscious about what a mess you were, eyes red and puffy, nose runny, hair untamed, potentially chocolate ice cream on your face and you were wearing someone’s blacks, though you couldn’t recall whose. “Hey! I was wondering where those blacks went!” Jesse chortled, “they look better on you cyar’ika.” Okay so they were Jesse’s.

“Boys, w-what is this?” You hugged yourself, an unconscious self soothing habit you’d acquired.

“We heard what happened. With uh…I guess he’s your ex now. We wanted to help you feel better,” Hardcase joyfully ripped the takeout box from Fives’ hands and thrust it toward you. “The noodles were my idea mesh’la! I heard the ladies love Hyellian musical noodles from that restaurant near the Senate! So we had to get you those! Fives, Tup, and I went in on them together for you! Also I got your favorite cookies.” His brilliant smile shining from his eyes even more brightly than his lips as he proudly placed the small bag on the takeout box. For the first time in a week your smile met your eyes, “Hardcase you’re too sweet! I do love noodles and I’ve been meaning to try these for a while now.” Hardcase gave Kix a playful shove, “Told you so, vod!”

Kix rolled his eyes before he held out an exquisite bouquet to you. “Kix, these are…these are my favorite flowers.” His warm smile met his shining amber eyes with a radiance that was unsurpassed even by the twin suns of Tatooine, “Yes, mesh’la. You mentioned once you’d always wanted flowers and that piece of bantha poodoo refused to buy them. But you’re worth all the flowers in the galaxy.”

You sniffed back tears as Jesse stepped toward you with your favorite wine, “Jesse how did you know…” He winked and gave his most charming smile, “You told me that night I stayed here. You know, the one where I got so smashed at 79s and you had to take care of me?” Your eyes widened, “You remembered that?” His only response was a soft kiss to your hand.

Tup leaned around him and handed you a small box the string it was tied with was intricately hand braided. “Tup this looks like the string bracelet I made you,” you tenderly toyed with it, smiling as the soft fibers tickled your fingertips. “I remembered when you showed me how to do it. You said you’d tried to teach that cockalorum once but he told you it was silly. Now we match. I always have mine with me. And those,” he gently tapped the box, “are just some of your favorite candy.”

Dogma shyly slipped you a folded sheet of flimsi. You placed the boxes, flowers, and wine on your end table by the door so you could unfold it. You gasped when you found it was a beautiful sketch of a beach sunset. Dogma flushed as he cleared his throat, “You said once you want to move to a planet with a quiet beach. I just,” his shy smile was one of the most endearing attributes and you loved seeing it now, “I hope this will suffice until you can do that.” “Dogma, it’s exquisite! You drew this? I can’t even imagine how much work this was.” You reached out and squeezed his hand, “I…you went through all that effort just for me?” He shrugged, squeezing you back before bashfully stepping aside.

Fives swaggered up, elbowing past his brothers holding out a messily wrapped package and the freshly plucked flowers. You couldn’t fight the urge to giggle at the sight, “Fives, are these the flowers from the planters outside? This one still has its roots attached.”

“Ahhh maybe? Just open the gift.” Your breath hitched in your throat at the holophoto inside. It was from the most recent deployment, in the medbay on the Resolute; Tup was in the hospital bed, still smiling regardless of his head being freshly wrapped from an injury. Kix was stoically fighting a smile in typical fashion. Hardcase donned his signature beaming grin as he flashed a thumbs up. Dogma was seated next to the bed and there you were. You were atop Fives’ shoulders as Jesse stood next to him, their faces pressed to your thighs. It was a moment you’d wanted to commit to memory forever. A brief glimpse of joy in a seemingly endless war. “These di’kut think I don’t listen, but I do. You were so happy there. I heard you say you wished you could stay like that with us forever. Now you can.” His honeyed voice dropped to a whisper, “You’re special to all of us, sweetheart.” The soft kiss he placed on your nose, a wordless promise that you’d always have a place with them.

Rex, who had been quietly observing, finally stepped through the huddled mass of clones crowded around you. He handed you a small box with a handwritten note. He placed his elbow against your door frame and propped his head on his fist, his gaze soft and affectionate as you read it.

Something to keep with you to remember how loved you are.

Always, Rex.

PS your work himbos never liked him anyway.

You opened the tiny box to see a pair of delicate earrings with little gems that were 501st blue. “Rex, these are incredible. But…these are…I mean. This is so much. I really don’t deserve these. Or any of this really,” your voice was soft, shaking in disbelief at your current situation.

“No? I’d disagree, cyare. In fact every single trooper standing here would disagree with that, wouldn’t you boys?” A chorus of “That’s right, Cap!” and “He’s right cyar’ika!” echoed through the empty hallway. “Besides,” Rex continued, “the ones you’re wearing now are from that scrawny little tit. Correct?” Your nod was barely visible as you stared in awe at the troopers before you. He reached out to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. “Thought I’d replace those unsightly things with something that reminds you of the real men in your life who actually care about you every time you look in the mirror.”

Your lip trembled looking at the overwhelming display of love you’d received from the boys. Your boys. It was then the dam broke and you could no longer hold back the tsunami of emotions and tears that had been pounding at you all week. “I…you…thank…” you couldn’t form words between the heavy hiccuping sobs. Rex moved in for an embrace. It felt as safe and warm as it had when you’d first confided in him. You pulled back and wiped your face on your sleeve. You inhaled deeply and though your breath was shaking still you were smiling when you looked at the anxious faces quietly watching you, “I can’t possibly eat all of these noodles AND the takeout I already ordered. You boys get in here and we can watch a holofilm while we dig into all the food.”

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You and your boys piled on and in front of your sofa until it was just a mess of limbs and laughter and poking and teasing. Once settled you had every trooper touching you in some form, even if it was just a hand resting on your arm, or leg. Rex claimed the spot to your right, his arm lazily resting along the back of the sofa. Kix squeezed in on your left, hands immediately beginning a soothing dance through your hair. Jesse squeezed in behind you, insisting on sharing the middle cushion with you. He positioned you snugly between his thighs. You stopped wiggling when he began drawing soft lazy shapes along your arms, shoulders, and neck with the pads of his fingers, gooseflesh prickled over you followed by a shiver running down your spine. Hardcase and Tup rested their elbows on your thighs and stroked the insides of your legs while ignoring Jesse’s protests of not wanting them hanging on him too. Fives scooted up to you as he sat on the floor, lifting your knees over his shoulders and resting his back against the couch. Dogma laid on the floor, head resting on a pillow between Tup and Fives. His hand reached behind him absently massaging your leg.

For the first time in a week you felt better. You felt loved. You were home. The food, wine, and holofilms lasted late into the night and one by one the clones who’d come to cheer you up had fallen asleep on and near you. Armor had been piled everywhere in your tiny apartment. The flowers were in vases and Dogma’s sketch was already framed. And when you made to switch out your earrings, Rex insisted on doing it for you. You reiterated you could do it, but he was so persistent you let him. “Much better,” he had crooned giving you a tender tap on the chin when he’d finished and chucked the old pair in the garbage.

Hardcase’s snoring was cutting through the silence like the Z-6 rotary blaster cannon he loved to use. Your legs had fallen asleep but you were unwilling to move and disturb any of them. Kix and Rex had made themselves comfortable on your lap, their feet kicked up on the arms of the sofa. Jesse shifted, wrapping his arms around you with a tender squeeze and a mumble that sounded a little like “darling little cyar’ika.” You nuzzled closer and allowed the warmth of their bodies affectionately piled around you to lull you to sleep.

Turns out that loser dumping you was the best thing to have ever happened to you because now you could have as many evenings like this as you wanted. You definitely could get used to himbo slumber parties.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 8 months

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Yandere V + H: Kyoya Ootori

He’s used to playing second fiddle

Letting his smarts be used to satisfy the dreams of ‘a larger than life villain’

"Watch them run! They don't even know about the side-effect that comes with it!"

"Well dear they do now. I suggest we begin our escape."

"Right...how are we exiting today...again?"

"By boat, dear."

But that’s what makes you special

You’re well aware that the true villain is he

You’re nothing more than the presenter to his genius

And he couldn’t be happier

Granted you can’t exactly disconnect from him

But tomahto, tohmato you get to to be a villain don’t you

Than there’s no reason for you to try and separate:

“W-wait is this the rumored invention that’ll give those big wigs even more money?!”

Kyoya looked up from his workstation, stopping his holographic modeling. He spotted the scuffed up nature of your costume, focusing back on his invention when he saw no injuries.

“Apparently so.”

Your fists clenched at your side as you fought the building frustration. But you stood your ground stomping up the hovering steps to his glowing work space. Hands on your hips you tried to garner his attention from behind his spread of monitors.

“You know that’s completely off brand, right!? Equilizor has always been about helping the little guy!”

He didn’t look at you, continuing to press at the screen.

“And?”

“And? And what? They’re the enemies here, why should we help them? Unless this is a ploy to wipe them all out I say we terminate the project!”

He smiled to himself still keeping his gaze glued to the bright blue screens running a tentative tongue over his lip.

“Right…and how would you go about doing that?”

“Who knows, i might just stop being the Equilizor.”

His hands stopped at that. Letting the hum of the monitors fill the silence of the room. He was looking at you, the reflections of his spectacles showing a protesting you. He let the hologram fizzle out, putting his hands on the steel surface of his desk.

“Oh, will you?”

“Yeah.”

He tapped his fingers against the table returning your stare with one of his own. Before leaning back in his chair, carding his hands together barely hiding his irritated smirk.

“Than try it. Go ahead.”

His tone was mocking as he shrugged at you. You pouted at the lack of response, staring into his eyes to test his resolve. Seeing that he wasn’t showing any reaction at all you would do just that. You immediately began flinging off your gloves, your utility belt, and you would have done the same with your mask only stopping when you looked at Kyoya again. Menacing and maniacal the smile wasn’t one of happiness.

“Sure sure go ahead (Y/n). Quit being the equilizor because then you’ll be an average citizen.”

You went to pull off your mask.

“An average. Worthless citizen that has nothing on the Equilizor’s henchman now villain doing whatever he pleases.”

“A-are you threatening me!?”

You stepped forward barely backing up in time to avoid Kyoya snapping up to stand over you. Smiling with closed eyes, using the leverage of the steps to force you to stumble downwards.

“I’m not threatening you (Y/n). I’m informing you of what may happen if my favorite partner decides to skip out on me, things will get really confusing.”

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citrustan · 1 year

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for what it's worth [1/4] (jjk)

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

genre: angst, fluff (this comes in a bit later), light smut, college student!reader x crush!jungkook

summary: you make an awful revelation about your crush of two years.

word count: 3k

warnings: none! except for the fact that this might read a teeny tiny bit creepy to some.

note: hello, here is me trying to give you this story before i scrap it because who knows? maybe some of you might not hate it! i need to edit it a little more but that happens later :) please tell me what you think! don't be silent! even if you think it's bad, i'd really love to know about it!

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“You know, this may sound delusional but I think he’s kind of into me,” you blush, hiding half of your blushing face behind your fingers.

“Oh?” Jia smiles at you.

“Yeah, I mean, I think so?”

“What makes you say that?” Jia tilts her head, asking out of curiosity.

“Well, during the whole ‘Antonio is homosexual’ discourse, he sided with me and he sat next to me for the third time this week--” you pause to take a sip out of your cranberry and lychee juice box, “And he drew in my journal. Roses and bunnies. There’s nothing he can’t do.”

Jia reached forward to play with your braided hair, “_____, is he, like, single?”

Anxiously biting at the paper straw that the café gave you, your response was immediate.

“I think so. Nothing on his social media indicates that he’s, you know, not single. He barely posts!” you pout. “Jungkook’s so pretty, he could easily be a model. Super photogenic.”

“Hm, that’s true.” Jia bit her lip. “But what if he was dating someone? It would change things for you,” - “I mean, yeah sure, but I still think I want to confess when I have the chance to.”

“Even if he wasn’t single? Isn’t that kind of an asshole move?” Jia snapped.

Your eyes momentarily widen at her sudden outburst. What had gotten into her?

You grimace at her. “Um, yes. I wouldn’t-” you shrug, “if he has a girlfriend, I will not try anything, of course. But he doesn’t.”

Jia gave you a pointed look, “It was just hypothetical.”

“I know.” You frown.

It’s been a while since you first set your eyes on Jeon Jungkook. But never has the thought of him having a girlfriend ever crossed your mind. He just seemed like a solo rider. It felt safe to crush on him.

The first time you laid your eyes on Jungkook was at a mutual friend’s freshman mixer. You’d like to think you hit it off but couldn’t figure out how to proceed, with your schedules overlapping. Neither of you made the effort to switch around or make it work. So, you don’t feel too bad about it. You have never really crossed paths after that before he was out in the same class as you this semester.

Most people know him as the secret weapon of the music theory and software development thingy departments. He’s easily the most beautiful man on campus and his smarts and personality somehow match up.

You’re pretty sure if this was some shitty, unoriginal, K-drama, he could be the perfect second lead who never gets the girl he wants.

Naturally, after the night of the mixer, you couldn’t help but garner a small, minuscule, almost insignificant crush on the man; which has grown astronomically since then.

You can’t seem to understand what made Jia even ask you something like that. Unless---

“Why would you ask me that out of nowhere? Have you heard otherwise?” You suddenly interrogate her, startling her. She visibly flinches.

“What? No.” You hear her scoff. “I just realised we never discussed it before, ever.”

She laughed it off while you stared at her, unconvinced.

“I told you. Hypothetical.” She reminds you after taking note of your curious and somewhat frazzled state.

Jia was usually never interested in anything you had to say about Jungkook.

Although, you’re able to catch on to some cues slowly. Jia gets annoyed when you blabber about Jungkook. It’s understandable though. You speak of him almost every single day. If Jia were to gush about someone to you the same way, you couldn’t promise you’d receive it any better than she does.

Attempting to change the subject, you offer her a bite of your red velvet pastry, “I think they’ve stopped using the off-brand cream cheese.”

She opens her mouth, waiting for you to feed her.

You spoon a proper amount of cake to icing ratio and wave it in front of her nose.

“It does smell better,” she hums with a pleased expression on her face. “But, the overly sweet cake and bitter matcha combo was charming in its own way.”

An animated, pink, heart-shaped light bulb goes off in your head.

“Do you think Jungkook would like it if I brought him matcha or another drink? It’s a… you know, a gesture. Might put me on his radar.”

So much for wanting to stop discussing him.

You stare at her, eagerly waiting for her take on your little idea.

She snickered, but you swore it could be mistaken for a scoff, “Just leave him be.”

You quiet down but internally make a note to yourself to buy two cranberry lychee juice boxes instead of one tomorrow. Boys like cranberry, right?

Recently, you’ve been finding Jia more irritable. Not just when you blab about some guy but even in general. You swore you could feel her distancing herself from you and that’s a chance you don’t want to take.

Jia isn’t the only one on the receiving end of your love-foolish chatter.

By now, you’ve most definitely discussed it with almost every friend of yours, excluding the mutual ones you share with Jungkook. Even the friends who don’t go to the same university as you know of your crush on Jungkook. Although, they’re a tad more receptive to your endless chatter than Jia.

It’s embarrassing only if you really, really think about it. But, you generally brush the humiliation off as a secondary, less important issue.

Jia and your relationship started and ended right where it began--- at university. She’s your only friend in university with whom you share most of your classes, precisely six out of nine in total.

During your first year, you decided to stick together out of convenience, sharing a fashion designing and styling major and whatnot. It’s easier to latch onto each other when you’re expected to work in a group than find someone new and socialize at this level. The competition is pretty cutthroat, you wouldn’t want to risk working alongside someone you have no chemistry with. It’s too late for experimentation.

Jia, unlike you, lives off-campus and her bus arrives almost twenty minutes before your college shuttle that goes directly from the cafe to your dorm gate. So, you accompany her to the bus station and wander off for a while.

Remembering to run a small errand, you stop at a stationary store to buy ribbons and envelopes. Just in case.

It was a fifteen-minute walk to the store and back. You swing your fluffy, white bag and trot to your favourite place within a five-mile radius of your campus.

You liked to envision your relationships. It’s most certainly not healthy but Jungkook is just oh, so dreamy, you couldn’t help it even if you tried.

You stare off into the sky, daydreaming of your non-existent relationship with him.

You would write him love notes and letters frequently and decorate them with fresh, red, or pink lipstick stain kisses, maybe a few doodles and stickers as well. And when he’d buy you flowers, you’d do your best to dry them and preserve them so that you can look back at your relationship and swoon.

Maybe he’d take you to watch plays or concerts or maybe he’s the type to win you a stuffed toy at the carnival or to dress up for a theme party. And you could save the tickets and wristbands from those events.

You can’t even bear the thought of actually being able to go to a regular college party with him, being his date, the one who gets to dance on him, hold him and kiss him--- that’d disappoint quite a lot of people, you reckon. He is well-liked. A tiny bit private too. Maybe you could be his little secret. The thought of being his secret girlfriend turns you redder than a plum. Imagining yourself being his anything makes your heart pump blood twice as hard as the normal rate.

“Hey?”

Sigh.

“_____?”

Involuntarily, you respond to your name being called, “Huh?”

“Hey, you’re holding up the line.”

Your eyes focus on the familiar-faced cashier. An embarrassed giggle escapes your lips. You quietly apologised to the customers behind you.

“Joon. Hi, sorry. Spaced out.” You blush. As if he knows what you’re thinking about, he smiles fondly, “I don’t know if it’s cute or creepy that you think of him this often.”

Furrowing your brows, “It’s innocent! I’m not, like, harassing him or sexualizing him or anything.”

Namjoon scans your ribbons and the packet of off-white envelopes, “I’m only messing with you, cloud.”

You hum knowingly. “See you in class.”

You wave him off.

'Cloud' is one of the nicknames lovingly given to you by your seniors, Namjoon and Yoongi.

Yoongi says that you think miles ahead and higher than anyone else he knows and Namjoon agrees. But, you’ve always thought it was because you’ve got your head up in the clouds most of the time. It’s like a permanent state of consciousness. It is your only indulgence. Time goes by way too fast, you’re busy all the time. The only ‘escape’ is your silly little daydreams.

While people find your crush on Jungkook cute, sometimes you can’t help but put yourself in his shoes.

You wouldn’t want someone like you crushing on you, so why would he? It’s one of the things that has stopped you from actually asking him out, or talking to him at all in the past.

Now, on the other hand, you’re nearing the end of the semester and the beginning of your winter break. Soon, you’ll have all the time in the world.

This time, you refuse to get too ahead of yourself and fantasize about your prementioned relationship. Perhaps, it’s ambitious or even egoistical to call it a premonition.

You’re on your way back to the shuttle pick up point when you notice another oddly familiar figure.

Jungkook!

You shake your nerves and walk as casually as you possibly can, to where he stood.

Secretly clearing your throat, you greet him with a shy smile, “Hi.”

When he doesn’t respond, you debate on shifting even closer, but that would be an awkward move and a serious invasion of his personal space. His dark hoodie seemed to interfere with his peripheral vision, too.

So, you tap him gently on the arm. His head swiftly faces yours, making you take a step or two back.

“Hi,” You owlishly stare at him.

Jungkook scrunches his brows, a little embarrassed that he doesn’t recognise you.

“Hey… how are you?” He recovers. “Good! A little cold.” You smile.

It smelt like snow, but you wouldn’t want to creep him out with your odd senses.

Where did he know you from? He’s positive he has seen you before.

“Right, yeah. It smells like snow,” he responds.

t that, your mouth almost drops open. That’s what you were going to say too!

Your enthusiasm shows as you explain, “It does! I thought I’d scare you if I said something like that.”

The corners of Jungkook’s eyes crinkle, complimenting the huge smile that adorned his face.

“I’m Jungkook. Or JK. What’s your name?”

Oh?

Ow, you internally clench your heart.

Your face momentarily falls deep down into the ground, but you almost instantaneously pick it right back up.

The object of your secret affection doesn’t :) even :) know :) you.

“_____.” You shyly brush your hair off your shoulder to your back, “We’re in literary theory studies with-” - “Carmichael? Right! You’re Jia’s _____.”

You falter but register what he just said to you.

Whose what now?

He nods, “I knew I saw your face before! I remember your elocution thing about Woolf. It left a mark on me!” He pats you on the shoulder. Like you would a child.

But, more importantly, Jia’s _____?

You knew the girl had godly looks and an angelic personality, but- “Hey, is everything okay? I swear I meant it in the best way possible. I didn’t have much interest in literature. But ever since that speech, I’ve been focusing more on figuring out books by myself rather than depending on what the author tries to convey. It’s fun to be rebellious.” Jungkook elaborates when he sees your eyes dim.

You fail to register his compliments for a bit. A million thoughts are racing in your mind at thousands of miles an hour.

“_____?” Jungkook slightly bends his knees to get a better look at you.

“Mhm, right. The correct term is intentional fallacy,” you mutter with a ghost of a smile. “And, thanks.”

Although Jungkook’s a little confused, he nods anyway. “Yeah! I-”

Tilting your head to the side, you blurt, “How do you know Jia?”

Jungkook stares at you.

“Sorry, I mean, I don’t know. She has never… mentioned you before?” you offer.

“Oh. Well, I’m- Jia’s my girlfriend. She has talked about you a few times. Enough to know you’re good friends,” he blushes.

“Oh!” You squeak.

You clutched the bag of accessories tighter. You’re sure your nails have made little, crescent injunctions on your palm because of how tightly you gripped the handle.

“Yeah. She didn’t tell you it was me…?” Jungkook was starting to look worried.

“Huh? No, yeah.” You nervously laugh, “I must’ve glossed over it, I mean- you know.”

You’ve never stuttered so hard in your entire twenty years of living.

“Actually, yes, I believe she did talk about you. The- uh, the candles?” You suddenly, vaguely remembered Jia talking about making candles with an ‘almost boyfriend’ friend.

Talk about quick reflexes.

Just like that, Jungkook lets out a sigh of relief, “Oh, good! You looked like you were about to start crying. Because- well, she tells me about this girl she's friends with who has some kind of a creepy, schoolgirl crush on me or something. And for a hot second, I thought that’d be you.”

You raised a brow. Way too many revelations are being made against your will. And your mind is empty. Null. Nada. Not a thought in that pretty little head of yours.

“Yeah. I know it sounds strange, turns out I don’t even know this girl.” Jungkook looked down at his phone, “The bus is later than usual.”

It’s hard to make sense of everything. Why would he suddenly assume you were the girl even though you’re Jia’s friend?

You press your lips together. “Do you think it’s creepy?”

“The- what?” He looks up from his phone, with his full attention on you.

“The girl. Who crushes on you or whatever.” You reiterate, “Do you find that creepy?”

Jungkook pauses. He tilted his head from side to side, deep in thought.

“Honestly?” He leans in closer to you and raises a brow, “Maybe a little. I mean, I don’t even know her. But, Jia does. They’re friends. Then again, maybe, creepy is an overstatement.”

You hum and stare at your feet.

Sadness and cold do not go well together. This time, actual tears threaten to slide down your cheeks. You shift your weight from one foot to another.

“Why’d you ask?” Jungkook senses a shift in mood.

“Oh, just out of curiosity.” You flash him a small smile. It didn’t reach your eyes. Jungkook slowly nods and goes back to checking his phone for updates.

Part of you wants to admit to him that it was you because suddenly, Jia’s questions from earlier that day made sense.

But then, you don’t want him to think of you as some creepy girl with a creepy crush.

You weren’t creepy.

People would’ve told you off if that were to be the case. They mostly encouraged you or at least didn’t stop you.

With the exception of Jia, of course. Even then, she wasn’t entirely vocal about it.

Is it pity or sadism?

Was everyone hiding this from you? Did everyone but you know about it?

You doubt that Sieun, a mutual friend of yours and Jia, would keep something like this from you if she knew.

But then again, you never expected Jia to turn out to be so… sneaky.

Your sadness outweighs your embarrassment.

“Are you waiting for the shuttle too?” he questions you with a raised brow.

You open your mouth for a second or two before settling on nodding.

“I don’t think the bus will get here anytime soon. It’s already snowed in on the fifth.” Jungkook turns the bright screen towards you. “We can Uber out of here before the snow sets in here. Unless you want to wait?”

“Sure,” you plainly reply.

“Is that a yes to the waiting or?” Jungkook chuckled.

“No. No more waiting. Uber’s good.” you softly spoke.

“Great, I’m on it!” He affirms.

It’s still unsettling for you to have no natural, outward reaction to indirectly being called a creep by someone you admired for so long.

Suddenly, your embarrassment skyrockets.

You can’t comprehend your emotions; you feel like you’ve been punched in the throat with a stone brick.

There are dead butterflies in your tummy--- moths. The wind feels colder, and you shudder.

You stare at the chipped nail polish on your thumb.

A warm jacket suddenly dons on your shoulders. “You need it way more than I do.” Jungkook frowns, “Are you okay?”

You abruptly turn to him, thanking him gently for his jacket, “I was just cold.”

You softly scoff, “You’re awfully kind.”

Jungkook pats you on the shoulder before he says, “Any friend of my girlfriend is a friend of mine! Plus, you’re cute.”

He’s really cheesy. Even though the single mention of Jia struck very thick, large needles in your tummy, you couldn’t help but smile at his words.

Au contraire to your expression, for the first time in a while, you’re not in the clouds but the complete opposite--- grounded, perhaps a more accurate term would be ‘devastated’. You’re absolutely, completely floored. Underground. Downright stumped. Confused. Definitely angry.

You vowed to push your emotions away for the duration of your travel with Jungkook.

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athene-owl · 4 months

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Dream Video Bullshit

I decided against my better judgement to watch Dream's latest video. Here are the main things I wanted to say - if I don't mention something it's probably because I actually agree with what Dream said or don't know/care. A lot of this is rambling and venting because I'm annoyed and refuse to give him/his fans anymore of my energy or time to polish up this post.

1:16 - Dream says his accusers will make it harder for 'real victims in the future' to be believed and I just need to say that this felt like a really brash and entitled thing to start the video up with. Now you wanna care about victims Dream? After what happened last year? We'll get to that.

3:40 - This is a very small thing but Dream says here that in one video while he was playing Minecraft muted, he was being 'interviewed' by a SWAT Team member next to him in the room and I just can't help but question the validity of this because how did this happen? You were swatted and had someone in the room with you asking questions and you divided your attention between that and still playing Minecraft? You didn't just stop playing to focus on the SWAT Team? This barely matters but it fascinates me.

5:09 - Dream really goes out of his way here to point out that his speedrun cheating was discovered by a cheater and plays a clip showing how illegitimate this guy's speedruns were. This absolutely feels like him shifting blame and trying to paint this rando as a bad person to somehow excuse his own cheating which he says was unintentional. At 5:30 he says him and a developer had ruled out him using a mod - how did they determine this when he WAS proven to have used a mod and insisted he didn't realize? He doesn't elaborate.

6:30 - Here Dream acknowledges his behavior towards the speedrunning mods was bad and takes responsibility for it which is good but does not erase all the drama and bullshit he caused. When that whole thing went down, his stans passionately took his side but now that he's admitted to acting wrong they are fawning over his maturity - you guys sure didn't have a problem with it back then. At 6:40 he makes the point that the speedrun was 3 years ago and a lot has changed and I just don't see that change when he's still causing dumbass drama every week. Good on him for taking his videos down and apologizing to the mods but, again, his stans were all enthusiastically on his side then so I don't want to hear them now praising him for doing the right thing when clearly his behavior wasn't enough to turn them away from him 3 years ago. This is a trend with Dream's stans.

10:02 - Here Dream admits he was wrong to immediately and publicly disregard the info dug up about his domestic abuser friend which OK, good to admit, but 2 things - 1. Why, only a year ago, were you so quick and eager to disregard reports of abuse and 2. How did the fandom react to this. Again, if people took his side and disbelieved the victim, they can't now be so proud of him for admitting he was wrong. This does NOT instill confidence in me that him and his community would take later allegations against Dream seriously. Hot take, but I really think his initial response was despicable, irresponsible and I just feel sorry for the guy's victim in all of this. At 11:48 he pats himself on the back for how he handled the situation (besides initially brushing off the evidence) and ends with "I made it clear I didn't support domestic violence even at the detriment of one of my oldest friendships" and I'm sorry but given how Dream conducts himself, that feels like a manipulative little ploy to look good and garner pity for doing the bare minimum. Again, how many of his stans leapt at the chance to brush aside abuse reports and documented evidence and what did he do?

EDIT: Previously I thought the info on the friend was revealed by the victim herself speaking up but I was corrected on this and now know it was the friend's info being leaked and people snooping. Check my reblog for more info.

15:00 - He defends his Snapchat use with the fact that he promotes content on there but the photos consist of him doing random shit in his day-to-day life so I fail to see how that promotes his content rather than feeding his fans' parasocial relationship with him lol. At 15:20 he admits he isn't the one liking weird fanart on his account and 1. He's just admit he's been lying about running his own account for years and 2. Did he ever speak against the weird sexualisation in his community? Why did he allow his friend to keep liking weird shit, only messaging her to unlike it after the fact rather than laying the rules out? Idk this is just weird man. At 15:23 he shows a tweet by a defender of his stating that clearly he runs his account because if he had someone else running it, there would be a disclaimer. His fans gave him the benefit of the doubt and chastised others for not doing the same only to be proven wrong themselves lmao

17:08 - Dream claims he 'doesn't take himself too seriously' and I do not fucking believe that. This man has the ego of a planet and is lashing out at others every fucking week over it. Be fucking for real.

20:10 - Here Dream admits that him calling his fanbase 'kittens' was weird and he regrets it but also insists the whole 'Discord kitten' meme wasn't big back then and, this is purely anecdotal, but I absolutely think it was. Anyway, again, I wonder how many of his fans defended this back in the day and how many of those same people will now agree with Dream it was embarrassing and weird solely because HE now says it is and not because they can critically look at his behavior themselves. I'm skeptical of him insisting it wasn't meant in a weird way and he randomly chose the term 'kitten' because everyone back then instantly connected it to the Discord kitten thing but ok.

21:29 - Dream discusses the whole 'selling baby photos of himself' thing which I had never heard about before and am a bit gagged by. Anyway, here he specifically points out that celebrities have sold their baby photos before as if that helps his case at all, he explains the hard drive wristband thing was the product BUT it is still insanely weird and egotistical to me to include baby photos on that drive. He compares this to a biography but, again, this does not help the parasocial allegations because what the fuck has he done in his life to warrant a biography and what sort of audience needs this? I know this might be sacrilege to say but uhh this was objectively weird of him to do and he cannot sway my mind on that. Also for someone who doesn't take himself seriously, he sure was happy to quote himself on the hard drive???

36:09 - Finally into the more serious shit. Here, Dream points out the fact that Amanda was defending him when the whole face reveal happened 10 days before her allegations came out + liking his tweets 2 days before the allegations. I just wanna say this really means little, victims can be in denial or have complicated feelings. Also, at 36:18 he then says that she made her accusations because of the hate train following the face reveal and she wanted to get in on it even though he just said she was supportive of him and defending him? He's spinning this both ways - saying she was supportive to discredit her claim and then saying she suddenly hated him to also discredit her claim.

38:05 - He gets his mum involved to prove a point and I cannot emphasize enough how meaningless this is, even if its the truth you expect me to think your mother is unbiased and wouldn't lie to cover your ass?

40:06 - Bold of Dream to criticize Amanda for not treating the situation seriously when Dream stans are running around calling this shit a 'drontroversy'. At 44:20 he even says this isn't online drama. He also uses the image below as proof of her wanting him or whatever which 1. Doesn't matter when discussing underage exploitation because her behavior would never warrant her being taken advantage of and 2. Also shows him making weird sexual comments which he vehemently denied doing earlier.

42:12 - Dream asks how, if Amanda is dishonest about some things, how can anything she says be trusted? Why can't that same logic be applied to Dream for things he has no actual evidence for? He makes this argument again at 43:20 - if she's lying about the photo, how do you know she's not lying about everything else? Not a great argument from Dream of all people.

44:00 - AGAIN this man relies on victim-blaming rhetoric to make his point - "Go to the police. Or sue me. The standard of proof for you suing me is only proving that it's more likely than not that you're telling the truth. 51%. Come take my money." The insinuation that it's easy or simple for women to take men to court and sue them for sexual crimes is laughable and shows a real arrogance and ignorance to Dream. Again, regardless of how true the allegations were, women have gone to court with every type of evidence under the sun and still got nothing so what makes Dream assume this is an easy process? Do victims need to sue their abusers to be telling the truth? With all of his money and privilege, would Dream not be at a huge advantage in court? Weak argument that really feels disrespectful. At 44:15 he makes a little remark about how in court, her 'weird comments' and 'character' would have to be questioned and answered for. Despite the fact that any comments she made as a minor would be irrelevant in this case, despite the fact that someone's 'character' doesn't automatically determine whether they're a victim or not, this is also a funny comment because he's right - yeah, in court the female accuser would be picked apart and judged for shit that doesn't matter. Good thinking there Dream, really making your case!

44:25 - Here he gives a little lecture to Amanda about her hurting 'real victims' and again, as a reminder, this man publicly disregarded those concerned about intricate reports of abuse, has watched as his fans doxed and abused countless people and yet positions himself as an authority on deciding who is a real victims and who isn't. What also makes shit hard for victims is highly popular men like him convincing people to instantly disbelieve women, send them endless hate and make ignorant comments about how victims act. I don't want to hear any moral lecturing from Dream of all people about others 'hurting real victims'. Argue with the wall.

He then has a whole section on Nick Cantu and let me make this clear - Nick being a violent asshole has nothing to do with Dream's behavior or the allegations so I don't care and I do in fact think he focused on it to make himself look better.

57:50 - Dream wants to talk about the dangers of swatting and doxxing. You know, his own stans have doxxed people and once endangered a black person by sending police to their house for a welfare check in an area where welfare checks had resulted in black people being murdered by cops. He says that he always condemned this behavior but shows no proof of this. What actions did he directly take to discourage and stop this and help the people his own supporters had hurt? If anyone has receipts on anything he's done to help, feel free to show me because he provides no evidence of doing anything and I am really not amused by him skirting around his own community's doxxing of people.

1:00:20 - So here he plays the infamous moaning video in it's entirety but has it muted? I get it's gross but when the audio is the whole point, it seems so useless to play it muted. Just a weird choice but it is easy to find elsewhere.

1:09:28 - Makes another statement here that if something is disproven in court then that means it didn't happen which is blatantly untrue, esp when we're talking about sexual crimes. Very ignorant thing to say and really annoys me with how much he's positioning himself as a champion for victims.

After this Dream does a lot more talking about how people treat victims and it's mostly good stuff but AGAIN this is coming from the guy whose fans have doxxed countless people and who instantly mocked people for caring about serious abuse reports. He never makes this parallel, he never points out that he has undoubtedly done more harm to victims with his bullshit, he just puts himself on a moral high ground and its really obnoxious. I cannot emphasize enough how fucking annoying and self congratulatory this man is holy fuck.

EDIT: Initially I had a point here about how little Dream went into the 24 page document released compiling evidence against him, but I was informed this came out right before the video's release, a day before or on the same day it appears. I thought incorrectly it had come out earlier, I will say I still believe he needs to address this in the future, check my reblog for more details.

1:17:00 - This is a doozy and will be my closing point. Dream spends a bit talking about 'false allegations' and calls it a popular trend, happening to hundreds of online creators. IRL, false allegations for rape are severely exaggerated and, if anything, rape is horribly under reported. Women are significantly more likely to be raped then men are to be 'falsely accused' and, when you factor in how horrible the justice system is towards victims, rape culture, how difficult it can be to prove something like rape and how low the rates of successful convictions are, the truth is that a lot of 'disproven' cases are true and were just brushed aside. Furthermore, all crimes have 'false allegations' yet the only one to ever be discussed is rape because it's an easy out. I'm pretty sure I read somewhere that rape has comparatively low rates of 'false allegations' compared to other crimes but idk. I know the internet is different, I know people make up lies all the time but I am NOT fucking keen on how much Dream emphasizes false allegations as a common thing when IRL they are not. I am NOT looking forward to every content creator from now on claiming its just 'false accusations' and people falling for it because their favourite Minecraft YouTube insisted it was an epidemic. I am NOT keen for discussions of victims and rape culture to be dominated by this shit and for victims to continue to be silenced and disbelieved. I think you have to be very, very fucking careful when talking about 'false allegations' and I do not think Dream of all people is remotely capable of giving this the nuance it needs. This is gonna be so fucking unbearable in the future to deal with and every single fandom will latch onto this to brush off potential red flags, I guarantee.

#dream #dreamwastaken #dream stans #dream situation #there I'm done #I don't know anything more on his situation so I'm hesitant to give my takes on that but regardless this video was pretty bad in places

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darth-aces · 10 months

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Orange Hour

Bella Ramsey x Reader

A short one for this week. Some feedback or suggestions for other stories is always welcomed if you wanted to share any by the way!

Walking towards Bella’s trailer, you unravel a clementine. One hand held the orange, the other hand-multitasking-began peeling away as it held onto a second orange. It’s small volume made it easy to peel and divide, making it even easier for you to share with others.

By the time you reached Bella’s door the clementine was completely peeled. Holding the peel and oranges in one hand you used the other hand to knock. Almost instantly the door opens to a smiling Bella.

“I see my daily dose of vitamin c has finally arrived.” When they say this they bring their hands up cupping them signaling me that they wanted some.

You and Bella do this at the end of each day after filming. You two have even coined this time of your day as the ‘orange hour’. A play on words to it’s ‘golden hour’ counterpart and an attempt to mark a time of the day dedicated to each other.

Surrendering the clementine to them, you place it in their hands and they begin tearing the pieces apart in pairs.

“Lets get going or else we’ll miss it.” You say.

With this ritual you and Bella share the first orange as the both of you make your way up a nearby hill that overlooks the set, giving you a great show of the color changing sky ahead of you before the sun disappears casting a dark blue. During the ‘orange hour’ you two sit and talk about your day and anything that came to mind as you shared the remaining clementine.

“How do you always peel it in a swirl like that?” Bella asks.

“Practice, I guess. Making smaller peels are harder to carry before throwing it out, it’s also less pleasing.” You explain, your eyes fixated on the sky.

“These are good today, sweet and cold. They’re the best when they’re cold.” You nod in agreement. They truly were the best when they were straight from the fridge or a cooler, enhancing it’s taste.

“They’re even better shared.” You say handing them the last slices. They hum in response before letting out a small ‘thank you’.

Suddenly you ask, “what do you think the sky taste like?” Bella snaps their head in your direction, with a humored expression.

“What?”

“The sky, like right now. What’s it taste like?” A chuckle came from their growing smile.

“I wish I could tell you, but I haven’t tasted the sky before.” They confess. “Although, right now when it’s all orange like that, I like to think it’d taste like the oranges we just ate.”

You nod, agreeing with them. “Yeah, I always thought the sky would taste fruity too.” This garnered a laugh from them and an immediate smile from you, satisfied from hearing them enjoy your joke. “I’m serious. It’s orange, pink, red, there’s even some white from the clouds. The sky is just one gigantic lesbian flag.” They find this irresistibly funny, giggling with you.

“But it’s blue most of the day.” Bella points out.

“That’s what makes ‘orange hour’ so special,” you point at the remaining peels in between you, “The sky is blue most of the day until it smells the citrus from the clementine because it reminds her of her lover. She gets so excited and she can’t help but change colors: red, orange, pink, and white. Lastly, she tries to change her taste: a citrusy, cool, orange flavor. Then she realizes that she’d been mistaken and her lover hate’s oranges causing them to ignore the sky’s attempts completely. The sky then returns to her blue state, only now its a darker blue because she’s saddened by how little her lover likes oranges.”

After intently listening to you, Bella says “You made that up.”

“Maybe I did, but you liked it.”

They hummed in agreement. “I think it deserves a better ending. I mean, why would the sky want to taste like an orange? You know, if her lover hates it so much.”

“They taste good, she can’t help it. I think I’d want to taste like a clementine.” Impulsively confessing trying to be funny.

A snort emerges from Bella, making you realize the accidental innuendo you made.

“Not like that. I meant like if someone were to kiss me.” You looked down at your shoes blushing, hoping to avoid eye contact.

A silence brew as you waited for their response, and you get nervous hoping you hadn’t just embarrassed yourself any further with your honesty. Your anxiety from the quiet was soon overcome by curiosity, wanting to see their reaction. Moving your eyes toward Bella’s face you see them looking right back at you. Their expression had a hint of seriousness but it was mostly made up of something that you couldn’t describe.

Keeping their eyes locked on yours, they softly ask, “Did you want someone to kiss you?”

With a shy tone you say, “Only if they liked oranges”, jokingly trying to regain control of the conversation again.

Quietly Bella says, “I like oranges.” They’re eyes never leaving yours adding weight to their honesty.

“Good, I like bringing them to you.” Gaining some confidence you added, “I’d like to bring more though”, as you start to slowly lean your head toward them.

With the remaining space between you two, they look down at your lips. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Another odd question comes to your mind. “Do you think I’d still taste like the clementines? Like the sky?”

“Could I find out?”

The sun disappears and the dark blue begins to take over. The only remaining sign of any red, orange, pink, and white that night was up on the hill, sharing a kiss with their lover.

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lovemesomeeddiemunson · 10 months

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Prom Date

Summary: Prom is coming and you want nothing more than to go. A certain metalhead goes above and beyond chivalry.

F! Reader Insert, 6111 Words

Warnings: SMUT! Minors DNI. Y/N is over 18. Eddie is scarred from the Upside Down. I took some liberties and decided Vecna was defeated in this. Making out, smoking, cunnilingus, vaginal penetration, cursing, food mentions, protected sex.

Authors Note: This has been in the works for ages, and I am unleashing it lol. I never went to prom sooooo this is another self indulgent one lol. Also, I am always looking for inspo, so I will absolutely take requests for one-shots, blurbs, and head canons. If you don’t have an idea and just wanna chat, that’s cool too! I promise I won't bite.

The complaint you had been making gets caught in your throat, embarrassment heating your cheeks as the conversation you were having with Steve is halted by the bell above the door to Family Video.

It’s the first time it’s gone off since you’d settled in here after school to hang out with your friends. The place was dead enough that the interruption alone would have garnered your glance, but instead your full attention is quickly commanded by the metalhead entering beneath the bell, already grinning as he takes you in at the counter. “Hey Y/N…Steve…Robin.” He nods at each of you as the lot of you greet him back.

Your simple, “Hi Eddie.” is much more reserved than you feel as you ignore the butterflies he causes by approaching, a stack of video tapes tucked under one of the scarred arms that peeks unapologetically from his Black Sabbath t-shirt.

“What are we talking about?” He asks with a small chuckle, to which Robin immediately throws you under the bus.

“Prom.” She supplies in a pained tone, adding, “Y/N doesn’t have a date.”

“Robin!” You complain sharply as Steve gives her a stern look. Her eyes widen, having missed the cue that maybe you wouldn’t want Eddie to know that - to open yourself up for his scrutiny on top of your already miserable desires.

Eddie doesn’t mock you though. He takes one look at you, at the apparent mortification on your face that’s now hidden by your hands, and you can only assume he takes pity on you.

In response to Robin’s words, just loud enough for you to hear, he insists “Go with me.”

As the words register, you drop your hands, your eyes widening before you can help it.

You let out a small, disbelieving sound at Eddie, cringing at the way it comes out like a mutilated laugh. “Doesn’t prom go against your entire belief system?” You mutter, Eddie smiling like you’ve just paid him a compliment.

“Oh absolutely it does...But who am I to turn a blind eye to a damsel in distress?” He gives a small chuckle, before catching the downtrodden look on your face and quickly scrambling.

“That’s not to say that uh, I wouldn’t enjoy myself. I think…I mean, if it’s with you, I think it could be fun.” There’s a slight smile playing around the edge of his lips.

It would be fun. It would be…everything. And you want him to mean it so desperately that it takes you a moment to notice the way that your delay affects Eddie. The way he fidgets with his hands…Shifts from foot to foot…Could he actually be nervous?

You melt.

“I…I’d really like to go.” You confess, your voice small in the wake of the admittance you hadn’t allowed yourself thus far. Putting yourself out there, only to have Eddie’s answering smile take the breath from your lungs.

“It’s a date then.” He sets his pile of videos on the counter, glancing at your mutual friends. “Take care of this for me, will you Harrington? I gotta go find a tux.”

Steve pulls the tapes towards himself as Eddie starts to walk backwards toward the door, eyes never leaving you even for a moment. “I’ll see you later?” He asks hopefully.

You nod far too readily only for him to grin again and wave, rings glinting in the fluorescent lighting, before he heads out.

As the door closes behind him, Robin gives you a wide eyed look, Steve scanning the returns as he lets out a very casual. “Munson, huh? Now that I wasn’t expecting.”

“Me neither.” You reply, already fretting about making sure that things go perfectly as you pinch yourself that Eddie Munson has really just asked you to prom.

Robin starts talking a mile a minute, having garnered acceptance of the situation much more quickly than your still bewildered state, and Steve lovingly reminds you both to breathe.

It feels far removed from you in that moment and beyond it, as the days leading up to prom seem to accelerate in your anxious state.

Until it’s the night of and finally you head to Steve’s, where his bathroom counter has been taken over by all the beauty products Robin, Robin’s mother, (and Steve,) collectively owned.

While there you’re given the full glamor treatment - makeup, hair, the works.

It’s a great time. Not only do you enjoy this bit of pampering but as they help you get ready, Steve and Robin reminisce about their own memories of prom to your utter delight.

Steve’s is a classic tale - 85’ prom king, underage drinking, and an after party where he and his date went all the way.

“Gag.” Robin interjected, launching into her own unconventional tale. A prom that involved crashing in 84’ after a spiteful makeover and some light property damage.

You laugh along with both your friends and think to yourself that both experiences, while wonderful, were nothing compared to what stood before you - an evening with Eddie.

It was tying you up in knots, the anticipation. The nerves that took what was upcoming and loaded it on top of every interaction you two had shared previously. A perfect storm of wondering if things between you two were moving in the direction you hoped for…If this was more than just chivalry to him.

You wanted it to be. Cataloging all of the previously stolen glances between you two…the inside jokes…

“Would you stop pacing,” Steve insisted, grabbing you by the shoulders. “It’s gonna be fine! Trust me.”

“Trust you.” You repeated, about to go off on an anxiety-induced spiral of self deprecation before Robin interjected and halted you in your tracks. She said some words - pretty and French. Something about maybe how you looked? Or how Eddie was going to feel when he looked at you? You weren’t sure.

In any case, it helped. You took a deep breath and put a relaxed smile on your face. Robin took the opportunity to snap a Polaroid of the three of you.

This led to a dozen more photos, Steve and Robin posing with you like the parents sending you off. Robin wiped fake tears from her eyes and Steve started in on a fake lecture about boys and how they were no good, and back in his day...

You were still laughing at that when a knock on the door caused you to freeze, nerves supplanting themselves right back in the pit of your stomach as Steve went to let Eddie in, quickly sidestepping so the pair of you could take each other in.

As your gaze landed on Eddie, you couldn’t help but find him impossibly handsome - clean shaven, shiny brown curls falling past his shoulders where he’d managed to find a relatively nice suit to wear.

You were surprised to see a boutonniere in the same color as your dress - your favorite color - beside his lapel. In his still ringed hands he held a plastic container with a matching corsage.

You couldn’t help but to go slack-jawed in awe at the sight, touched beyond measure.

Steve clears his throat behind the pair of you. You hadn’t noticed how long you’d been ogling Eddie - or that he’d been struck just as speechless at the sight of you in your prom dress.

“You look beautiful, Y/N.” He pipes up, the both of you meeting halfway.

“Thank you, Eddie. You look really handsome.” You swear, fondness in your voice.

He beams at you, gingerly holding up the corsage, “Can I?” He asks.

You offer your wrist, Robin and Steve snapping away with the camera. You stick your tongue out at them after giving them a generous moment to get the shot.

They wave you off, forcing the two of you into all kinds of poses that you complain about but know you’ll cherish - physical remnants of the way Eddie holds you tight and smiles like he’s proud to have you.

These and a few group shots, the last of which has Eddie making a classic rockstar pose and Steve faux-flexing, and you two are ushered off the lawn and on your way.

“Not too late now!” Steve teases - Robin's arm is around his waist as she waves you off.

You roll your eyes at both of them, addressing him when you say, “I’ll be sure to do that, mom.” And Eddie laughs as they flip you the bird and disappear into the house to hang out.

“You ready?” Eddie asks sweetly, to which you nod, already heading for his van.

When he sees which way you’re going he gently catches you by the arm, shaking his head. “Your chariot for the evening is actually this way my lady.”

Your confused expression turns to one of surprise as Eddie produces a set of keys from his pocket, jingling them in the general direction of Steve’s BMW.

“Steve said I could borrow her, with some stipulations.” Eddie explained, a bit of a pink tint to the tips of his ears at whatever they were, as he hurried over and opened your door for you before you could ask.

Once you and your dress are situated he shuts you in gently, heading around the front of the vehicle and sliding into the driver’s seat.

“How’d you pull that off?” You ask nonchalantly instead, smoothing your dress down your legs.

Eddie clears his throat, eyes on your ankle and sounding a touch embarrassed as he explains. “I told him that I didn’t want you to show up to your prom in the old grease bucket, smelling like weed…He took pity on me I think.”

He waves it off, but you frown. Not liking the answer, you call his name gently, reassuring him. “I could have rolled up in half a rotting pumpkin and I would still be happy because I’m there with you.”

Feeling bold, you reach out and squeeze his hand reassuringly. You’re planning to let go but Eddie suddenly squeezes back, lacing your fingers together.

“Is-is this okay?” He nods down at the hand he holds, a timid smile on his face. You smile wide in return, promising him, “It’s perfect.”

Not much more needs to be said. He holds your hand the whole ride to the school, a guitar you recognize playing low in the background. Not Steve’s usual station for sure, and you don’t mind at all.

When the two of you arrive, the parking lot is already full - well, as full as it can be with half the town having moved away overnight…Upperclassmen are all around, running free in their fancy attire, having a blast. Cutting lose in a much needed way after the last year of hell.

Paying them no mind, Eddie takes your hand and leads you through the halls of the school, where you flash your tickets at the entry before heading inside the gym.

You smile as you take in the packed space, full of colorful balloons and gossamer streamers hanging, winding, and climbing every available surface.

A cluster of colorfully dressed people jumps, twirls, and writhes in the middle of the floor, creating a cluster of hairspray smell that’s a bit overwhelming.

Eddie takes one look at you under the twinkle lights, and feels his heart skip a beat.

“Hard to believe this is the same room where I’ve spent so much time faking injuries.” You tell him when you meet his gaze, your admittance making him laugh.

“I wish I would have known, I’m notorious for my nosebleeds. I could have kept you supplied with plenty of fake blood.” He taps the side of said nose in emphasis, and you can’t help but think about how well a kiss would fit right there. “Hm” You muse, slight smile on your lips. “I usually go with ‘sprained ankle.’ Guaranteed reading time for the whole period. Doubt a few drops of blood can get you the same result.” “A few drops? I’ll have you know that I have a very serious vitamin K deficiency.” He answers, smirk on his lips. “A nosebleed from me is a guaranteed bloodbath. Coach can’t get me out of here fast enough.”

You bark out a laugh. “You’re a little bit evil, Munson.”

“Maybe.” He grins huge, hand to his heart. “I promise you though, no excuses tonight.” Eddie shakes his hair out. “I am but your humble servant, here to dance to your heart’s desires.”

You raise an eyebrow, but he isn’t joking - he drags you to the makeshift dance floor, where scattered couples give you a wide berth, Eddie never showing whether he minds or not. He moves along to the music blaring throughout the gym, encouraging you to join him. You fold way too fast, inspired to abandon your nerves with the way he’s smiling and looking at you like there’s no one else in the room.

You keep your gaze on him, loving how when he dances it’s in complete confidence - treating each song like a concert he’s putting on for the two of you. It’s silly and uncoordinated and so much fun.

After a sporadic turn around the dance floor to the pop that Eddie loathes, for what feels like ages, the pair of you suddenly grow nervous at the slow song that cuts through - a soulful angelic voice rife with passion, urging lover’s together.

You're surrounded by peers who’ve already fallen into their dates' arms when Eddie holds a hand out.

Head up slightly, you place your hand in his and he doesn’t hesitate to pull you in close, swaying the pair of you from side to side.

The song goes on - romantic and full of promise, and changes the atmosphere entirely. When it ends, Eddie doesn’t seem like he can go back to jumping and bopping around to the hits of today.

Instead he unwraps his arms from around your waist without a word, linking his arm with yours and leading you out the double doors of the cafeteria.

By this point in the night the prom is in full swing, so the concession tables lined up outside just beyond the doors in the senior hallway are nearly abandoned.

There’s one bleary eyed chaperone posted out front to guard the punch, halfheartedly asking if you’re having fun as Eddie pours you a generous cup full.

You nod at her in reply and down the drink, trying not to wince at the taste and give yourself away. Knowing that said chaperone had definitely fallen asleep at the wheel.

The second your back is turned though, you’re pulling a face, and Eddie chuckles at you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his hand lingering there a touch too long. It feels more than friendly.

“I’m really glad you asked me to come.” You blurt before you can help it, immediately hiding behind the pretense of taking another sip of your drink.

Eddie’s eyes grow soft at your words. “I’m really glad you said yes.” He admits.

It takes you by surprise. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He moves in a touch closer, looking like he wants to say something.

He clams up though when there’s an apparent shift change at the punch table. A new teacher is taking the place of the old, this one looking at Eddie entirely disapprovingly. Likely traumatized from having him in class at some point.

And Eddie, for all his confidence, seems to shrink. Looks wholly defeated.

You frown, urging him down the hall and away from disapproving eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He shakes his head, plastering a smile on his face that doesn’t quite meet his eyes. “Got the best girl in Hawkins all to myself, what could be wrong?”

The compliment almost distracts you. “Eddie,” you complain softly, with a small laugh.

He loves the sound of your laugh. Loves seeing you get all flustered. “Alright alright, so to be fair I don’t ‘got’ you - but I did bring you to the prom. Now you’ll never forget me.” He grins.

You want to tell him that he can have you - take you, you’ll be his, but you're not brave enough to make the offer, and so you tease him about the latter part of his statement, “Forget you?” You ask incredulously. “We’ve fought interdimensional monster’s together, Munson. I’m not likely to forget that any time soon.”

“Ah you say that now. But in fifty years? I would have just been that guy with the tattoos who complained the whole time…Now as your senior prom date...I mean, hell, even Wayne remembers his prom date, and the old man likely couldn’t tell you what I made for dinner last night.” He grimaces more than he laughs.

You frown slightly, although you try hard to keep your words light. “You make it sound like you’re going somewhere.”

Eddie rubs the back of his neck. “I’m not going anywhere sweetheart...That’s kind of that point. Girls like you go off, change the world…And guys like me get left behind, wondering what might have been.”

“Eddie.” You frown, not sure where to begin with that. “What are you saying?”

“Just that…I hope you’ll remember me.” He tells you sadly.

“Eddie,” You blurt, a touch too loudly. The other occupant of the hall narrows her eyes, looking like she’s debating intervening. You bite your lip and lower your voice. “Why is it what could have been? Why does…nothing come of it?”

“I didn’t mean to make you upset.” Eddie murmurs quietly. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Oh no, you absolutely should have…because if you’re telling me that you like me…” You shake your head in disbelief. “Eddie, I will never let you go.”

“Y/N…” he protests softly, and he sounds much older than twenty years old. You shake your head, taking his hands in yours, squeezing reassuringly.

“Eddie, I’m not going anywhere, okay? Dr. Brenner asked me to work with him after graduation. Stay in Hawkins where we can try to undo some of the nasty ugly that Vecna unleashed…That being said, wherever I am, stay or go, you do not get to decide that you’re not good enough for me. Not after everything.”

And then, with the backing that Eddie likes you - likes you and for all his doubts wants to be remembered by you, you take a leap.

You lean in, pressing your lips to his firmly, lingering there even when he’s kissed you back, pulled away so now he’s stammering, lips still brushing yours.

“So I-you’re-” Eddie stutters. You nudge his cute nose with your own, expression soft, nerves worked out by the man’s sincerity.

“I like you, Eddie.” You tell him, eyes hopeful. “Is it enough?”

“More than enough.” He breathed. He leaned back in for another kiss, and then another. Only stopping when the nosey chaperone behind the two of you cleared her throat loudly.

He rests his forehead against yours. There’s several comfortable beats of silence as he takes in what’s happened. Then he offers, nervously and quietly, “…you wanna go dance some more?”

You nod eagerly.

The night wears on with more dancing, laughter, and stolen kisses.

When hours have passed and the band is wrapping up, you still don’t want to let Eddie go, holding him tight even as the overhead lights come on in the gym, clean up starting in the echoing silence.

Eddie hums softly, face downtrodden. “I guess…I guess I better get you home.”

“Sure or…” You clear your throat, looking at Eddie from beneath your lashes. “I mean, it’s kind of been implied that I’m spending the night at Robin’s…so uh, no one’s waiting up for me or anything…”

“Oh?” Eddie perks up. “Well uh, Steve is very much back there waiting up for his lady, so…maybe we can get rid of her and spend some more time together?”

You agree readily, letting out a small laugh. “I’d love that…Now let’s hurry, I absolutely cannot be in these shoes any longer.”

Eddie quickly straightens up, holding out an arm. “Say no more.”

He leads you out of the gym, giving a small jerk where you two maintain contact before you can step into the darkened near-empty parking lot.

“What is it?” You ask him, only for him to slip his arm out of your hold, both hands landing on your shoulders before he sinks down to one knee in front of you.

“Give me,” He insists, slapping his upper thigh.

Confused, you raise a foot slowly, only to squeak as he makes quick work of robbing you of the shoe you present him, then the other, the strappy heels held tightly in his hand as he scrambles to his feet.

“Eddie!” You gasp, bare feet on the pavement.

He looks absolutely diabolical as he coos at you, “Don’t worry baby, I don’t expect you to walk.”

Expected instead to sweep you off your feet, making you let out a loud startled sound as he hoists you up and throws you over his shoulder.

“Eddie!” You squeal in protest, face hot as you protest that you're way too heavy for this, only for Eddie to laugh at you and ignore what you think are perfectly valid concerns.

Eddie’s having none of it, strong and steady as he deposits you in Steve’s car, your offending shoes pressed into your hands.

He jogs giddily around the front of the BMW, sliding into the front seat and firing her up.

“You’re a menace.” You whine, attempting to fix what the night of dancing and being carried around has done to your hair.

Eddie laughs at you, reaching out a hand tentatively. You take it firmly, bringing it up to your lips to press a kiss to it. Eddie’s whole demeanor softens, and you do it again. And again.

Eddie only stops you once you get to Steve’s a few minutes later, where he quickly rushes inside, not wanting your mutual friends to come out and intrude on your evening.

A few minutes later and you’re in the front seat of his van, the engine rumbling beneath you as he mentions that he could go for a smoke, and you readily agree.

Rather than take you back to his and Wayne’s place though - newly assigned by the government after Vecna’s assault - to your surprise he drives the two of you out to Lover’s Lake.

“I still like to come out here sometimes. It’s mostly peaceful now that the whole town is…well, a ghost town.” He explains, nervous as he pulls out some pre-rolled blunts in a little baggie and a box of camels from his dashboard, holding them both up to you as options.

You choose the blunts, and he situates the rejects before glancing behind him nervously. “We uh, we can get in the back and open the doors up if you want? There’s more room.”

Trying and failing to hide your smile, you nod and climb back, Eddie quickly following and popping open the doors, the night air wafting in over the slightly rippling water as he lights up.

“Oh wow.” You tilt your head back and take in the stars and moon hanging overhead. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah,” Eddie says absentmindedly, taking a long drag. Breathing out a plume of smoke, eyes only for you. “Beautiful.”

You meet his gaze, and he blushes, coughing slightly. Your hand finds his unoccupied one, and you squeeze.

The two of you are out there for a while, sharing the blunt back and forth until relaxation coats your bones, a lazy smile taking over your lips.

“I’m really glad you asked me to prom.” You grin, repeating your words from earlier.

Eddie merely chuckles, remembering. “I’m really glad you said yes…and that I’m going to see more of you,” he says it like a question, and you’re already nodding, taking your hit.

“I told you, there’s no getting rid of me now.” You laugh. Eddie tilts his head to the side at the sound, long curls falling over his shoulder.

He’s gorgeous like this - in the low light of the moon, with his tie, or rather, his corporate noose of oppression, long since discarded. (He’d kicked it playfully, the big dork.)

All that and a hint of skin showing beyond the top few undone buttons of his shirt…he was lovelier than anything in this whole town.

“You promise?” Eddie asks playfully, two fingers raising the blunt and inhaling a touch sharply - he blinks his eyes at you coyly, but you know there’s real insecurity behind the question.

You brush his hand to the side and kiss him in answer. Slow and sweet, but when Eddie scrambles to abandon the blunt altogether, eager to get both his hands on you, all bets are off.

Bunching up your suddenly constricting prom dress in your hands, you struggle to get closer to Eddie, straddling him as you slip your tongue in his mouth.

Minutes go by like this, the atmosphere growing hot and heavy, until your soft sucking on his earlobe makes him jerk harshly up into you.

“Fuck,” he gasps, trying to pull away, eyes darting down to where your dress is bunched up around your thighs. “Sorry!”

You frown, trying to keep your seat. “Don’t be sorry! …I uh, I was hoping…maybe we could…if you wanted to…”

He groans before shaking out his hair, trying to clear his mind. “Course’ I do, just…we’re in the van.” He emphasized. “S’not how I wanted to do things…”

You plant another kiss on his lips. Tug on his bottom lip with your teeth. “…Please?”

He folds way too fast.

“Fuck, okay. Can’t say no to those eyes.” He shakes his head slightly. Wants to ingrain the smile that takes over your face in his mind forever.

Especially when you reach out for him again, kissing him passionately. “…Gonna take such good care of you.” He practically growls, and you let out a shudder.

“Promise?” You bat your eyes at him, repeating the words that had started this whole thing.

“Shit, I’d do anything for you. You know that don’t you?” He asks, cradling your face in his hands with the utmost care. A nod from you and he smiles, eyes darting over to the van’s front.

“Gimme a sec,” he instructs, leaving you momentarily to fish around under his seat, producing a blanket that he tosses down, spreading it out.

“There we are.” He offers a sheepish grin as you ease yourself into the padding he’s laid out for you, guiding Eddie to situate himself atop you as you lock lips once again.

While you kiss, his growing harness pressing eagerly against you, you work his suit jacket off his shoulders, undoing a few more buttons so he can shuck his shirt off after it.

You're eager to feel any skin you can, sighing contentedly at having him beneath your fingers.

Eddie starts to tense up a bit though, the more that’s revealed, apologies already on his lips.

“Hey, none of that.” You shake your head. “I want you to an embarrassing degree. A few battle scars aren’t going to scare me off.”

“It’s more than a few.” He cleared his throat, offering a tiny smile. “But…okay…”

When you take in the sight of him - bare, scarred, fucking perfect, it’s not at all an exaggeration. And yet you’ve never seen something so beautiful.

The pattern interrupting his porcelain skin exists of of blush pinks and vibrant reds. Reaching across him in some places, splitting in others, every bit of it is a testament to his resilience and heroism.

You hope fate will grant you enough time to memorize them all someday as you tell him, “Very metal.”

“Yeah?” He quirks up a brow, looking a bit more relaxed.

“Hell yeah.” You reply teasingly, and Eddie chuckles before his kiss practically consumes you.

Lips against yours, firm and eager, his hands roam your back that’s currently covered by silky fabric.

He glances down at where it covers you. “It really is a pretty dress…” he tells you, toying with the zipper. “Mind if I take it off?”

“Please.” You gasp.

“Oh.” He lets out a breath through his nose. “Good girl.”

Your head falls back slightly, eyes widening a fraction as he slips the zipper down and moves the fabric down over your arms, past your waist, your legs and ankles, discarding it off to the side.

Laid out before him in nothing but your strapless bra and lacey panties, he groans a little.

“Fuck,” Eddie gasps. “Fuck...you look so damn sexy. I can’t wait to do this again somewhere I can see you properly…”

You giggle beneath him, and he swallows the sound with his kiss. Pulling back slightly and murmuring, asking if he can see more of you.

When you give him permission his lips graze your shoulder, planting little kisses there while his hands work behind you with the clasps of your bra.

When it comes loose, he pulls back and drinks you in, diving in readily.

You gasp when he first takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking softly, eagerly.

Noises of ecstacy edge him on as he sucks, nibbles, teases, his hands and tongue and teeth lavishing your breasts with attention until you're shaking, hands buried in his hair.

“Feels so good, Eddie,” you whine.

Eddie grins widely down at you, hand tracing a path up your leg, “…want to taste you.” He breathes.

A nod and he’s between your legs, kneeling on marks left by gnashing teeth, grinning devilishly before he’s dragging his tongue up the center of you that’s still clothed for the moment.

You cry out in surprise and pleasure, back arching off the blanket and he grins, wanting your underwear out of the way now that he’s had some fun with you.

He tugs them down your legs, murmuring all the while how gorgeous you are, his eyes drinking you in once you're finally, completely, naked beneath him.

Then his words of praise get muffled by your inner thighs as he’s kissing and nipping at them, your legs thrown over his shoulders.

Looking up at you through his hair, he slowly dips his tongue into your slit and flicks up, holding your hips down from jolting against him.

His tongue dives in again and again, stroking you to the edge and lapping up everything you give him, as you tangle your hands in his hair and pull.

He moans against you, tilting your hips up further, locking his grip and moving his tongue even quicker.

Eddie can’t help but admire the scene in front of him as he eats you out, tits bouncing as you thrust against his mouth and the fingers he supplies, begging him for more.

You look so good like this, all fucked-out, downright sobbing as Eddie devoured you. When you finally shatter under the sheer force of your orgasm, he nurses it for all its worth.

Eddie pulls back and swipes his tongue across his bottom lip as you catch your breath, admiring you as you come down.

“And so pretty when you cum…” he praises you.

In the aftermath you reach for him blindly, and he crawls atop you on all fours, your mouths crashing together messily.

“Eddie,” you’re begging him. “Eddie, please…” pushing his pants and boxers down and off his hips with your feet, eager and uncoordinated, but he gets the message.

Your eyes take in every inch of him, greedily running over every bit of skin as he kicks the offending fabric away before thinking better of it and turning his pants inside out to try and find his wallet and the condom within it.

There’s relief in his eyes when it turns up, shaking hands slowing him down until he finally just tears into the package with his teeth, unable to take it anymore.

The sight practically causes your lower stomach to spasm.

Then he’s pinching the tip of the condom and rolling it down his length, breathing a sigh of relief.

“Fuck,” He sighs lightly, spreading your legs and lining himself up with you as you smile so hard your nose scrunches up. And holy hell if you aren’t the most perfect thing he’s ever seen.

Especially when he slips inside you finally, your walls tightening against the intrusion and gripping him so seamlessly.

Eddie groans, releasing his hold on himself so he can press your legs down a little further as he inches in.

He cries out an array of explicatives as he watches himself disappear inside you, hearing you moan at the feeling of finally being full.

His hips cant forward, slowly easing in and out until you cry out his name and praises.

Eddie slams into you, driving in over and over, eyes closed tight against the pleasure of it all.

You’re making it so much better as you cry out beneath him, hands roving his body.

“Want you to fall apart on my cock, sweetheart.” He gasps, thumb working rhythmically against your clit, loving the little screams you let out when he plays with it.

With the way he has you on edge, swiping against that little button while he pounds into you hard and deep, just how you’re begging for it, it doesn’t take long at all.

You’re helpless as your walls bear down on him, his movements faltering under the intensity of your second orgasm as it washes over you.

Then he picks his pace right back up, fucking into you where you’re still fluttering around him.

“So. Fucking. Pretty.” He accentuates each word with a harsh thrust. “Fucking knew you would be.” There’s sweat beading up on his forehead, his eyes still fixated on the spot where your bodies met. He sounds absolutely wrecked. Desperate.

“Had a damn near out of body experience when you were swinging that oar around. Fell so damn hard and just…fuck…Fucking knew, knew right then that if I was ever lucky enough to get you underneath me it was gonna be fucking transcendent.”

He drives into you a little harder at that point, and you moan loudly, nails digging into his back.

Eddie hisses slightly, smiling, not a trace of cockiness in his tone as he begs you for reassurance. “Was I wrong, baby?” He asks.

You give a desperate shake of your head. Choking out. “Right. So right, so good. Fuck! Eddie!”

He groans. “Shit, I’m not gonna last. You’re taking me so well.”

Eddie pounds against you harder, thrusts sloppy right up until he cums, spilling into the condom with his head thrown back, pure ecstasy on his face.

With his finish he collapses on top of you, exhausted, sweaty, and so, so satisfied.

You reach up from beneath him, running hands through his long hair, not complaining about his weight at all. Even whining when he quickly realizes and moves to roll off of you.

Eddie chuckles, removing the used condom and discarding it in an empty plastic bag under his passenger seat.

Once that’s back where he found it he settles into the pulling you into his arms, both to appease you, and because he needed it.

He kisses the top of your head as he does so, a laugh shaking his body slightly as he pulls you tighter into him. “Holy fuck.”

You giggle, agreeing wholeheartedly. He leans his forehead against yours. “I can’t believe I got you.” Tasting the way it makes you smile as you murmur the same words back to him.

After more kisses than you can keep track of, Eddie breaks apart from you to ask, “Hey, are you hungry?”

And when you admit you are, the two of you redress, and he takes you to a 24 hour diner a little outside of Hawkins where the two of you gorge yourselves on breakfast food.

You look a bit more like the girl he first fell for, make up long since discarded like it was in the days following him hiding in the boathouse. A light sheen of sweat lingers from what the two of you did in the back of his van, your prom dress is rumpled, and still the smile you offer him - it makes him feel like everything is gonna be alright.

He can’t take his eyes off you. He tells you as much, and with his adoration comes promises made between the two of you over hash browns and maple syrup.

Promises of sticking around, of being enough, and of never forgetting - not because things were unforgettable by proximity - but because how could you, when this was the first of so much to be shared, to be experienced…together.

#eddie munson #eddie smut #eddie munson prom #eddie munson prom fic #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie st #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #Eddie munson fic

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rvp32 · 1 year

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Headcanons for Twice having to sleep with sponsors.

I made a small mistake and posted it before it was complete hence I am posting it like this. I really enjoyed this!

Nayeon

Initially opposed to it, she gradually develops a fondness for it but continues to deny her affinity. Over time, she becomes hooked and continues to engage in it even when it's no longer necessary.

He thrusts into Nayeon and plays with her clit. What is this? why does it feel so amazing, no I can't cum while fucking this bastard. The thrusts get harsher and Nayeon slowly starts to lose control. The slap on her tits is the thing that finally pushes her over the edge. “You enjoyed that didn’t you?” he questions but ashamed that she squirted all over him Nayeon tries to deny it but it is to no avail as her body continues to shake from the previous orgasm.

Jeongyeon

As a person with a strong moral compass, she finds this act repugnant. However, she agrees to participate in it only to assist her group in staying afloat. Once the need for sponsorship ends, she would immediately sever ties with the sponsors.

"Let's get this over with," Jeongyeon says in disgust, she takes off her clothes and moves to the bed spreading her legs. "Take out that tiny cock and fuck me so that you can experience your 2-minute heaven," Jeongyeon says. “Those are some harsh words coming from a whore who is selling her body for some money, yeah?” You say before grabbing her throat. “You are doing this out of your own decision, don’t act like you are above all of us, Whore”

Momo

While she craves attention from men to fulfill her increasing desires, she doesn't necessarily detest it. However, she would feel dissatisfied since the attention isn't on her own terms. Her pride would prevent her from acknowledging someone's ability to satisfy her, even if they do.

Momo pulls down your pants to notice the huge bulge. Shocked by the sheer size of it, she was excited as to how it would feel inside her. You pull it out and slap Momo's face with it. Without protest, Momo takes it into her mouth bobbing her head. "Enough of your mouth I want to fuck that tight pussy of yours," he says pulling Momo up and pushing her onto the bed. You thrust into her without any warning causing Momo to scream. The pain turns into pleasure as soon as you are hitting all the spots and Momo cums multiple times by the time he cums on her tits. "Are you done? I have to leave," Momo says before limping her way to the washroom to clean up.

Sana

Sana relishes this opportunity and revels in the attention it brings her. She puts in extra effort to impress the investors, hoping for additional perks for herself. Occasionally, she would push boundaries by behaving provocatively during performances to garner more attention from the sponsors. She would also develop a massive daddy kink.

Walking into the room wearing a trench coat. “Daddy, are you going to fuck me till I can’t walk anymore,” Sana says before taking off her coat revealing her naked body. The thigh-high boots made her look like a hooker. “You are such a good girl baby, you came prepared,” you say before slapping her pussy.*Gasp* “Yes, Daddy, anything for you. Now fuck me like you mean it and make me your whore” she whispers the last part of your ear and kisses her your ear. She pushes you onto the bed and starts to grind on your cock.

Jihyo

As the leader, she may initially offer to take on the responsibility alone, but both you and the sponsors reject her proposal. While the sponsors may have a preference for who they work with, they won't have much control over the situation. During your sessions with her, you would find it challenging to exert any control as she exudes a powerful aura that demands obedience. A massive mommy kink, but she won’t say it out loud.

“Take off your clothes and get on the bed,” she commands, walking to the bed. “Now you are going to fuck me hard and fast.” grabbing your cock and tightens her grip on it. “No cumming till I say if you do cum you will be punished and now we wouldn’t want that right puppy.” You nod, “Yes, Mommy. I will make sure that you cum multiple times Mommy. Your pleasure matters more than mine!“

Mina

When she first meets the sponsors, she would be very clear about how she wants it, and if they don’t obey she will take control, if that happens you better pray because she will ruin you and make you obsessed with her to the point you get withdrawal symptoms if she doesn’t play with you. If you do agree, you will have the most loyal pet. She would love it in fact she would even ask for the sponsors to be harsher with her. She likes it hard and has a thing for pet play. Would put in the effort to meet more sponsors and get used.

“So this is how this arrangement is going to go, you are going to make me your personal pet and use me whenever, however, you want. Treat me like I am made for your pleasure,” Mina says in a demanding tone.

“What if I disagree?” You ask, trying to gauge how she would react.

“If you don’t want to take control then I will and trust me you don’t want that. I will ruin you and make you obsessed with me. It's up to you” Mina walks to you and places her knee on your crotch. The pain that you were feeling was a sign that she wasn’t bluffing and that turned you on.

Dahyun

She would definitely hate, only doing it to help her group. She tries her best to satisfy the sponsors without any sex. Offering hand jobs and blowjobs. Trying to get out of it whenever she can, asking one of the members to go in place for her, faking sickness to get away.

“Hi, I am here to meet the sponsor,” Dahyun says as she walks into the room. “Yes, come here I will show you an amazing time,” you say as you hold Dahyun’s waist and pull her closer to you. To your annoyance, Dahyun pushes away and says “No sex, vaginal or anal. I will satisfy you in other ways. If you don’t agree then call someone else, if you try to force me I will leak all of this I don’t care what the consequences are. And if you are okay with it, pull down your pants and I will let you use my beautiful face”

(I am not gonna lie this was very hard to do for Dahyun)

Chaeyoung

She holds a nonchalant attitude towards sex, considering it a casual activity devoid of any emotional significance. Therefore, she doesn't attach much value to it and engages in it purely for pleasure. When presented with the opportunity, she doesn't display any emotional reaction and treats it like a job, executing it without involving her feelings.

“Alright let’s start,” Chaeyoung says and begins to remove her clothes. You are shocked by her straightforward approach but listen and strip. When both of you are naked, Chaeyoung gets on her knees and sucks your cock. Once it is wet enough Chaeyoung gets on the bed and spreads her legs. “Put on a condom and fuck me” You follow without any protests. The sex is very boring, but you try to enjoy it by playing with her tits and clit causing an occasional moan to slip from Chaeyoung. After you are done, she gets up and walks out of the door like nothing happened.

Tzuyu

She is the shy type who barely had any experience with sex. There would be very few times where she is actually called on because her unnies try to prevent the younger ones from being involved in this. But whenever she is called upon she is an obedient girl who will do anything you ask for as long as it's vanilla. Due to her lack of experience, she only knows about vanilla sex anything rough would scare her.

Tzuyu doesn’t make eye contact as she gets out of the shower. She had requested that you take a shower before sex. Tzuyu looked very shy and scared since this was only the third time that she would have sex. You kiss her and move to the bed without breaking the kiss. Once on the bed, you stimulate her pussy with your fingers causing a moan. She gets wet pretty fast and you take that as a sign to insert it into her. A loud moan leaves Tzuyu’s mouth, “Slowly please, it's too big.” complying with her request, you slowly insert it until you bottom out. “Wait, please let me adjust and then you can move.” The sex is slow and very intimate, not the type you would expect from a transaction like this.

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sadboyeddie · 2 years

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Once In A Lifetime

October 12th: Sugar Daddy -> older Rockstar!Eddie

Kinktober 2022

Summary: Eddie has an offer that’s hard to refuse

Warnings: (Minors DNI 18+ only) smut, older man/younger woman, everyone is above the age of consent

A/N: this one kicked my ass lads

6.2k Words

Masterlist

You let out a tired sigh as you slump into your regular seat in the lecture hall, arriving just a few minutes before the lesson starts.

Today had been a long one, but thankfully this was the last class for the day and it was relatively easy going.

Professor Byers enters the room and chucks his messenger bag on the desk before clapping his hands to garner the attention of the students.

Photography wasn’t something you wanted to make a career out of, although at this stage you’re not really sure what career you’ll end up with, but you enjoyed the serenity of taking pictures.

Professor Byers was as laid back as they come, but he was passionate about photography and you felt that every time he’d explain different subjects and techniques.

He was currently mid sentence talking about the current project he assigned that will be more than half of your grade, you wanna drop your head to the table with a groan, not having found the inspiration to even start the project.

And it was due in two weeks.

By the end of the class Professor Byers has noticed your slouched posture, it’s a small class and you’re one of his favourite students, always eager to learn more.

When the class ends he asks you to stay behind so he can talk to you. You feel anxious, you like Professor Byers and you don’t wish to disappoint him.

“What’s going on, kid?” You let out a dramatic sigh making the older man smirk before leaning against one of the tables.

“I can’t find any inspiration,” you groan, “I took your advice and went for a walk somewhere I’ve never been but still nothing!”

Jonathan nods his head, all too familiar with what you’re experiencing.

“You usually shoot scenery and landscapes have you ever thought about trying something different?” He voice is soft and understanding.

The project was pretty simple, you had to take a series of pictures that tell a story, something interesting that will grab the audiences attention.

All the projects Professor Byers makes are always pretty easy, wanting students to enjoy the assignments instead of dreading them.

“I don’t really have a lot of people I can photograph,” you admit, a little embarrassed.

You moved to the city to go to college and you spent all your time either in class or working shifts at two separate jobs, you never had time to keep up with friendships or even find them.

You didn’t mind though, always preferring your own company, or maybe that’s just something you convinced yourself.

Once again Jonathan understands, maybe that’s one of the reasons he likes you and wants you to succeed, because he sees a lot of familiar traits in you.

“I have a friend who needs some photography work done, I was gonna do it myself but I think this would really help you.”

Your eyes light up at the suggestion but you’re a little hesitant on the idea, “won’t they prefer their pictures professionally done?”

“Give yourself some credit, kid,” he chuckles, “and it’s not for some fancy wedding it’s just promo pictures for my friends metal band.”

“You have a friend in a metal band?” The question slips through your lips without permission and you immediately go to apologise.

“That’s surprises you?” He doesn’t look offended, exactly the opposite.

And it did surprise you, Professor Byers seemed more reserved and from an outside point of view it seemed like he would have surrounded himself with people more like him.

“You don’t seem like the type to enjoy metal music,” you shift awkwardly from side to side.

He laughs at your response and nods his head, “yeah I’m more into classic rock but I have to admit their music is pretty stellar.”

You snort at the use of ‘stellar’ and move the conversation on, “who’s the band?” You’re curious if it’s a local indie band.

“Corroded Coffin,” his smile is small but holds some pride behind it.

Your mouth drops open and your eyes blow wide at how casually he just slipped that information.

“Corro— Corroded Coffin?!” You weren’t super into metal, you did enjoy some of the classics.

That’s how you discovered the band, you were looking through Spotify for a decent playlist and they had a few covers in there, when you went to their page they had four albums worth of their own music.

You enjoyed a lot of it and after doing some research you found out they were quite popular in and out of the metal community.

“Yeah, you heard of them?” There’s a smirk playing on Professor Byers face.

“Uh yeah!” You grin causing the older man to huff a laugh at your excitement, “how are you friends with them?”

You didn’t mean for it to sound so shocking but again it didn’t really seem like his type of crowd.

“I went to school with them,” he shrugs, moving around his desk to grab his bag and pulling out a red and black card.

“Awesome,” you mumble.

Professor Byers hands you the card, Eddie Munson scribbled across in a sharp font, his phone number beneath it.

Eddie Munson, the lead guitarist, one of the most attractive men you ever seen, and you have his phone number.

You try to act nonchalant as you run your fingers over the slightly raised words, mind working a mile a minute to take in all the information. You can’t believe this is happening.

“Are you sure?” Your voice comes out slowly as you reaffirm.

“Yeah, they’re finishing the last leg of their tour back home before they take a break,” he slips the strap of his bag over his shoulder. “I’ll let Eddie know what’s happening, send him a message tonight and he’ll probably invite you to the show.”

You gape at him as he bids his farewell and leaves the classroom, your feet unable to move as you replay the conversation over in your head.

Invite me to the show?

You’ve always wanted to go to one of their concerts but the tickets were always sold out. You could only afford the cheapest ones but they were usually the first to go, you found a few scalpers online but they were charging almost triple the original price. You just couldn’t afford it.

When you do finally move you rush back to your studio apartment, twenty minutes off campus, you could t afford on campus housing unfortunately.

You throw you bag on the rickety old chair near the door and fall back on your lumpy mattress, still not believing what happened.

Corroded Coffin. Corroded Coffin.

You scroll through your playlists finding the one you made of all your favourites of theirs and play it in the background while you fumble around your apartment.

When should you message? Professor Byers said tonight but what time tonight? What should you say?

-x-x-x-x-x-

By the time seven rolls around, the time you finally decided on, your apartment is spotless. Granted it’s very small but still.

You cleaned every surface and even reorganised your cupboards.

You sit in the center of your bed and stare at the black screen of your phone. Taking a deep breath you open your message app and type out a greeting.

It’s almost ten minutes before you settle on something that you didn’t cringe while reading.

Hi, is this Eddie?

You add in your name and where you got his number and press send before you can erase and retype something else.

After a few seconds your phone vibrates in your hand and excitement shoots down your spine

It sure is babe, Byers informed me of the situation

‘Babe’ you squeal at the name.

I thought you’d text sooner

You sit there and mentally kick yourself for taking so long.

Sorry! Had a few assignments I was working on

You tell him the small lie, not wanting to admit that you spent the last three hours over thinking and freaking out.

that’s fair, I never went to college so I can’t relate haha

You smile at your phone and how casual this all seems and before you can type a new message he sends another through.

so down to business :P what’s your class schedule like?

Mondays and Thursday I have classes from 9-4, the rest of the week there’s only a few lessons a day but I can do a few of them online

sounds good babe

…

what’s tomorrows classes?

business studies is the only one I have to be there in person for

what time?

8-11:45

great! I’m not out of bed before midday haha

…

come on by after class

He sends the address for the studio they’re rehearsing at tomorrow and you chat a little more, he tells you his security will escort you in and other minor details about tomorrows meet up before you both call it a night.

You fall asleep easy, usually it takes you a while to settle your thoughts, but tonight you slip away into unconsciousness, mind conjuring up different scenarios with the metalhead.

-x-x-x-x-x-

The next day goes by in a rush of excitement, you honestly thought it would drag on and on and on but thankfully it doesn’t.

You order and Uber, not trusting the buses in your city, thankfully there’s enough money in your monthly budget for the fare.

When you arrive at the studio your heart is hammering against your chest and your hands are shaking, you can’t believe this is actually happening.

You enter the lobby and sign in with the receptionist, she’s about your age and gives you a distasteful look, before calling someone.

A few awkward minutes later a man with fantastic hair and an even better smile hops out of the elevator and walks towards you with a smile.

“You here for Eddie?” His voice is kind and you nod, “great, I’m Steve.”

He holds out his hand and you quickly slip yours into his grasp and shake it, cheeks aflame with nerves.

“So, you’re his security?” You make conversation as he swipes an access card against the elevator panel.

“I mean technically,” he shrugs, “we’ve been friends since school so I think he keeps me around for nostalgia,” he chuckles.

You wring your hands together and flex your fingers on your camera bag as you bite your lip, this does not go unnoticed by the taller man beside you.

“Don’t be nervous,” his voice is soft, “I know it sounds like a cliché but he’s just like anyone else,” he assures you.

You can’t help but snort before smiling up towards Steve, “really?”

“Okay, he’s a little weird but there’s no need to be intimidated by him,” he turns towards the door as the elevator stops, “if anything he’s the one that gets intimidated by beautiful women.”

You watch as Steve steps out of the metal box, and before you can question what he means he opens the door to a cozy little room.

There’s couches lining the back wall and the coffee table is filled with a range of alcoholic beverages and snacks.

One band member, Jeff, is laying on one of the couches doing a crossword puzzle and Gareth is on the ground with his back slumped against the couch as he scrolls through his phone.

No sight of the lead guitarist.

“Where’s Eddie,” Steve surveys the room for the older metalhead.

“Here he is,” a deep voice comes from behind you.

You turn quickly and instinctively take a step back with how close he is, he lets out a chuckle as your eyes slip down to his chest, shirtless and covered in many tattoos.

“Like what you see, princess?” He teases with a smirk.

“Eddie, play nice,” Steve rolls his eyes and slides into a chair.

Hi, I’m—,” you start to introduce yourself but he interrupts.

“I know who you are,” his smile is not unkind but it’s intense, “that your camera?”

You look down in shock momentarily forgetting the reason why you are even here.

“Ah, yes!” You mentally scold yourself.

“It’s a bit dingy, sweetheart,” he reaches out and takes it in his hands to examine it.

You’re a little offended at his words, you know it’s dingy, it’s second hand and all you could afford but it does the job.

“I know,” your voice is a little clipped.

“I didn’t mean to offend, princess,” he gently passes the camera back to you, “just an observation.”

You go to apologise but he brushes passed you and formally introduces you to the rest of the band.

“Alright, so if you could just take pictures of us in our natural element, babe, that’d be great,” he chuckles, gesturing around the room.

You click the camera on and snap a picture of Eddie, bare chest and bare foot smiling in the center of the room.

He nods in approval as ideas swirl through your mind for your class project.

By the end of the day your memory card is full of pictures and short videos, you sit on one of the sofas and flick through the shots determining which to keep and which to trash.

It’s dark out now and you really should be heading back to your apartment and upload these to your laptop, it’s a pretty outdated computer so it’s gonna take a while to get them all on there.

Jeff and Gareth are nowhere to be seen and Steve excused himself to take a phone call twenty minutes ago, leaving you and Eddie alone in the room.

The metalhead, who’s now wearing a Metallica shirt, much to your disappointment, is sitting on the opposite couch strumming a tune.

“I haven’t heard that one before,” your voice cuts the serene sound as Eddie looks up with a smile.

“It’s something I’m working on,” he shrugs, pen tucked behind his ear and a notepad on the cushion beside him.

“It’s pretty,” you regret your words almost instantly. Pretty?

“Pretty?” He snorts, placing the guitar down, “I would exactly describe metal music as ‘pretty’, babe.”

“Sorry,” you flush with embarrassment, “I just meant it’s nice is all.”

He shakes his head with a smile, not at all offended by your choice of words.

“Well, I better be off,” you tuck your camera into the bag before pulling out your phone to order an Uber.

“How are you getting home?” He stands along with you.

“Uber,” you wave your phone in your hands.

“You sure?” You locks his guitar in its case and slings it over his shoulder before walking towards you, “I can give you a ride? Or Steve?”

“Oh! No, that’s fine,” you immediately decline, not wanting to embarrass yourself any further.

Eddie stares at you with an unreadable expression on his face before he finally nods, letting it go.

“Okay,” he gestures for you to leave the room first before flicking the light off and locking the door behind him.

Steve meets you both at the elevator instantly apologising for the long phone call, Eddie shrugs it off and you all descend to the lobby together in a awkward silence.

“Am I giving you a ride?” Steve asks as he pulls out his keys and you all make your way outside.

When you turn to Steve you miss the look that crosses Eddie’s face, a little upset with Steve’s offer even though he offered the same thing upstairs.

“No,” you smile, “I already got an Uber.”

“No problem,” he says his goodbyes and leaves for his car.

“Aren’t you going with him?” You question as you stand by the curb.

“I drive myself, sweetheart,” he gives you his signature smirk as he waits beside you.

“You don’t have to stay,” you’re glad he did though, a little nervous about standing around at night alone.

“And leave a fair maiden by herself? Any brute could come along and do you harm,” the look he shoots you is playfully and dramatic and you can help but giggle and play along.

“Oh my!” You exclaim, hand on chest, “my hero!”

He gives you a wink just as a car pulls up to the curb.

“Your carriage, m’lady,” he bows as he opens the rear passenger door and you once again can’t contain your girlish giggle.

“Thank you, good sir,” you bow your head in a nod and slide into the car.

“Text me when you get home,” he points a finger at you playfully but his words are stern.

“F’course,” you nod, your heart doing somersaults isn’t our chest.

He closes the door with a thud and only leaves for his car when you’re out of sight, a smile playing on his lips as he starts the ignition.

-x-x-x-x-x-

When you arrive home you place your camera bag on the bed and pull out your laptop from under your pillow.

home :)

good girl ;)

You feel your heart in your throat as you read and reread the two word text, you feel a warmth spread between your legs at the message, not to mention the winky face. Lord.

are you home?

stopped for food first

…

burgers and fries

that greasy stuff will kill you ;)

You bite your lip as your thumb hovers over the ‘send’ button, contemplating erasing the winky face. Fuck it.

…

That’s it you overstepped, you made it weird.

Just as you go to chuck your phone on the bed it vibrates in your hand.

-incoming call: Eddie Munson-

“Hello?” You sit on your bed, blood loud in your ears as your heart hammers away.

“You worried about my health, sweetheart?” His voice is warm over the phone and you smile into the receiver.

“Maybe…” you find you have a lot more confidence when you’re not face to face with the man.

“How’d I get so lucky?” His chuckle crackles along the long and you hear distant sounds of cars.

“Are you driving?” You ask alarmed.

“Loudspeaker, pet,” you can hear the amusement in his tone and can’t help but huff a laugh.

“Sorry,” you mumble.

“Don’t be,” he brushes you off, “s’nice actually.”

You go to question him further but you hear the ignition cut off an assume he’s made it home.

“Well I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” You’re voice is hopeful and you pray it doesn’t sound as desperate to him as it does for you.

“No doubt,” he answers cooly, “how do the pictures look?”

“Oh!” You completely forgot about your previous task, “I haven’t really started looking through them all yet.”

“Tsk tsk tsk,” he lightly scolds, “naughty girl.”

Fuck. There he goes again.

You clench your fingers into a fist and rub your thighs together to alleviate some of the pressure.

“My computers slow,” you pout as you enter your login details, “it might take me the better part of the night to upload them.”

“Shitty laptop, dingy camera,” he lists off, “I bet your apartment is crappy too.”

“And what if it is,” you’ve started to pick up on his personality and try matching your energy with his.

“Hey, I get it,” he reassures, “I used to be like that. I grew up in a one bedroom trailer with my Uncle, didn’t graduate until I was 20 and had to sell weed just to get by.”

“Oh my god,” you gasp, “damn, that sucks.”

Eddie’s boisterous laugh on the other end of the line sends you into your own set of giggles.

Usually when Eddie tells his sob story it’s met with pity not with a ‘damn that sucks’. It’s refreshing.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be insensitive,” you feel like a school girl taking to a crush. You’re seconds away from kicking your feet and twirling your hair around your finger.

“You weren’t,” he assures.

“So how’d you get to where you are today?” Curiosity getting the better of you, “working hard?”

You hear his snort of amusement on the other end before he answers, “nah, I had a Sugar Daddy.”

You assume he’s joking because surely you would’ve heard about that.

“You what?” you inquire further.

“I exchanged certain favours in return for money,” he’s no longer laughing, his tone light but serious.

“Like a prostitute?” You flip down on your bed now that your laptop and camera are set up.

“No, not exactly,” you hear rustling on the other end that sounds like he’s getting changed, “it wasn’t always sexual favours.”

“Huh,” you desperately want to ask who and seek out more information but that is a little intrusive.

“Have you ever thought about it?” His question is casual but it has your breath catching in your throat.

“I’m not rich enough to support someone,” you joke.

“No, you dork,” he chuckles, “obviously you’re experiencing some financial hardships.”

“I don’t know if I could do that sort of exchange, especially with a stranger,” you admit.

“It doesn’t always have to be sexual, princess,” he assures, “when you start with someone you can create a contract and have a list of hard nos,” he patiently explains, “as for the stranger I’m sure you’ll be able to find someone you know or you could at least meet with the person a few times to get a feel for them.”

“The only rich person I know is you,” you say without thinking, instantly filled with regret.

The line is quite and you consider hanging up and and just moving to Alaska or something.

“And?” His voice sounds curious.

“And?“ you splutter, “and what?”

“And,” he huffs a laugh, “would that be something you’d be interested in?”

“I—,” you take a moment to reach over and grab the half empty water bottle on your nightstand, mouth completely dry, “what do you mean?” Your voice barely a whisper.

“I mean,” he’s volume mimics yours, “I will pay for all of your finances in exchange for favours on your end.”

“That’s crazy,” you say at normal volume, “why would you wanna do that?”

“You’re cute and sweet,” he states, “you got a good head on your shoulders and I fully believe you can make it far in this world you just need a little help.”

“I mean—,” you try to find a reasonable response, you want to deny him because you’ve always been independent, but maybe your pride can take a backseat for this ride, “is this a joke?”

Eddie smiles into his phone, excited to know that you’ve mentally already agreed.

“Absolutely not,” he promises, “let me take care of you, baby.”

He knows you’re probably slightly overwhelmed at the moment so he decides to ‘ignore’ the small whimper you let slip at his words.

“Okay,” you agree before you can stop yourself, “I’ll do it.”

“Wonderful!” Eddie’s excitement is contagious as you chuckle along with him, “we’ll work out the finer points tomorrow, baby.”

“And you’re sure?” You ask again.

“Yes, princess,” his voice is firm, “I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t.”

“Just checking,” you smile.

“Go to sleep, silly girl,” he playfully scoffs, “I’ll call you in the morning.”

“Promise?” Your voice suddenly shy.

“Promise.”

-x-x-x-x-x-

It’s been exactly one month since you started this… situation?

And it’s been great!

It had taken a lot of reassurance on Eddie’s end and thank god the man had plenty of patience, you were constantly double checking every time he bought you something.

When he gave you his credit card you all but shoved it back into his hands until he all but forced it on you.

You tried not to abuse his money, only buying the essentials but Eddie was like the devil on your shoulder encouraging you to just let loose, treat yourself.

He bought you a new camera and a laptop the second day into the arrangement and he was slowly trying to convince you to move to a better apartment.

So far it’s only been a ‘take take’ relationship on your end. When you and Eddie sat down to discuss the details you established that you weren’t entirely sure about the sexual nature of this, and he promised and even signed a contract that stated any sexually contact will be initiated by you first.

It’s not that you didn’t want to, it just you were nervous. After all it is Eddie freaking Munson.

You finished your class assignment a few weeks ago and received a pretty great grade, Eddie also invited you to keep taking pictures of them because he enjoyed the style.

As much as you tried to decline, he gave you a pay check.

Tonight was the last show of the tour before they settle down for a while to relax and work on some new music.

They decided Hawkins was the perfect location for the final concert, they rented a pretty large field and had a stage set up, like a small festival.

You go over to the few trailers that have been set up for the boys and walk into Eddies.

“There you are, baby!” Eddie’s voice comes from behind and you spin on your heel just as he wraps you in a hug, “missed you,” he mumbles into your hair.

“Eddie, it’s been less then twelve hours,” you laugh but return the hug with enthusiasm.

“And?” He scoffs.

“And nothing,” you smile, “I missed you too.”

“That’s my girl,” he leans back and boops your nose before reluctantly pulling away.

“You excited for the show?” You ask as you take a seat on the small couch.

“Excited for it to be over,” he groans as he slumps on the couch next to you, pulling you into his side automatically, “don’t get me wrong, I love performing but it’s been a very long eighteen months.”

You nod along with his comments, not fully understanding what it’s like to travel around like that.

“My Uncle Wayne is coming to the show,” he smiles, “he’s excited to meet you.”

“You’ve told him about me?” You look at the older man in shock.

“F’course,” he chuckles, “I’ve been told I talk quite a bit about you actually.”

You playfully shove him but nerves start swelling up inside you, Eddie hasn’t really spoke much about his personal situation since the first night he brought it up but from what you gather Wayne is the most important person to him.

“Don’t worry,” he taps your shoulder, “he’s a very easy going guy.”

Eddie’s words bring very little comfort as you slowly begin to dread the meeting. It’s not like this is a relationship but if you’re being honest it’s the closest you’ve really gotten to one.

You see him daily, call and text all through the night, you eat together (mainly in private because you’re not good with all the attention on the street from fans), he’s very affectionate with the pet names and the cuddling, you were the first to initiate the cuddling and he almost seem relieved that you wanted his touch.

The point is you’ve fallen for the guy, it’s was inevitable really, but there were many factors standing in the way: the arrangement and the fact he is almost fifteen years older then you. Not that you minded but society always had to have a say.

“What’s got you so distracted?” His voice pulls you from your increasing negative thoughts.

“You,” you’re honest, “thinking about you.”

He seems pleased with the answer and squeezes your shoulder with a smile.

“Good,” he lets out a sigh before standing, you immediately miss his warmth, “I better get ready.”

“Awesome!” You stand and make your way to the door, “I can’t wait for the show.”

He grins as he watches you move towards the exit before stopping you, “you gonna watch me from backstage?” His voice is hopeful.

“Of course!” You reassure, you always do.

“Good, here,” he walks over to the chair where he’s thrown a leather jacket and a denim vest.

“What’s this?” You ask as he carefully hands you the clothes.

“This used to be what I wore in high school,” he looks a little red at the admission, “never really took it off, played my first show in this.“

You run your fingers over the worn out threads on the back of the vest, admiring the obvious hand stitching done by Eddie. You trace Murray, the mascot for Dio, and smile at how well maintained this is.

The leather jacket has chains and safety pins around the cuffs and you snort at the handy work.

Eddie watches with a soft expression as you handle his jacket with care.

“This is awesome, Eds,” you go to hand the bundle of clothes back to the metalhead, assuming he would be wearing it for tonight’s show.

“No,” he gently pushes your hands back, “I want you to wear it for me.”

Your breath catches and once again you go to protest but by now Eddie is familiar with this routine.

“I’m positive,” he says before you speak, “I want to see you wearing my clothes.”

You let out a speechless nod, not trusting any words at the moment.

“Good girl,” he chuckles at your shy reaction as you turn away slightly, “off you go,” he ushers you to the door, “I got rehearsals.”

-x-x-x-x-x-

The show was fantastic, not that you had any doubts, they pulled out all the stops and had an explosive end, literally, they had firework canons set up on stage and went out with a bang.

By the end of the concert you were a little more that hot and bothered, Eddie had stayed on your part of the stage, facing you when he had guitar solos so you could watch his finger work.

He picked up on your little obsession with his fingers the first week in, noting how you would subtly glance at his hands before just full out staring when you thought he couldn’t see.

When he came marching off stage with the rest of the band, hyperactive and sweaty you all but dragged him back to his trailer.

He was momentarily shocked, usually you went in for the hug, but he watched with a smug grin as you lead him away. Finally.

As soon as the trailer door closed behind him your little bit of control was instantly ceased.

Eddie firmly grabbed your arm and pressed you to the door, watching as your pupils dilate and your tongue comes out to wet your dried lips.

He swallows as he watches the movement before snapping himself out of it, “you want this?” He pushes his body against yours and you nod, “tell me, baby,” he rests his forehead on yours, “tell daddy what you want.”

You let out a moan and close your eyes, “I want you, Eddie,” your breathing coming out in hot pants, “please, daddy.”

With that Eddie slams his mouth against yours, pouring out all the heat and desperation he’s been feeling for the past month.

You wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you in close, pushing his tongue past your lips and against your own.

He grips a handful of his jacket you’re still wearing and pulls you closer as he walks you both backwards before he’s pulling away and sitting on the couch, patting his lap with an inviting smirk.

“Take your throne, princess.”

You don’t need to be told twice.

You straddle his legs, bunching the skirt of your dress around your thighs so it doesn’t restrict your movements.

Eddie wastes no time in reattaching his mouth to yours, this time the kiss is slower but no less hungry.

He slides his hands over your hips and drags you lower until you’re grinding over the bulge in his pants, you both let out simultaneous groans at the contact.

You place your hands on his shoulder and with his direction you lift your hips more before bringing them down with a little more force, he moans into the kiss before nipping your bottom lip and pulling back.

He buries his head in your neck and starts to suck a bruise into the skin, you let out a whine at the softness of his lips as you tangle your fingers through his damp, sweaty hair and gently tug, the action causing Eddie to snap his hips up harder.

After a few minutes of grinding on each other you feel like you’re going to explode if Eddie doesn’t fuck you, you reach down and undo his belt and zipper, the older man gratefully lifting his hips just enough to free his leaking cock.

Eddie pulls away from your neck and presses a gentle kiss to your lips before lifting your dress up far enough so he has access to your panties.

“Tomorrow I’m gonna take you out on a nice date, roses and chocolates, and then fuck you in the car,” he promises as he rubs a thumb on your thigh close to your heat, “but tonight I’m gonna fuck you on every surface in this trailer.”

You moan at his crass words, “promise?”

“Promise,” he slides his hand forward, fingers slipping beneath the material of your panties.

You let out a sharp cry when the pad of his finger makes contact with your clit before fingering some of your arousal and spreading it up your folds and over the nub.

You rest your head on his shoulder and watch as his hand plays with your pussy, your underwear is obscuring the view but there’s something really hot about seeing his hand in your panties.

You take his neglecting cock in your hand, Eddie lets out a hiss at the feeling, you run your fingers over the weeping tip before spreading his precum down his length.

He bucks his hips up to meet your thrusts as he pushes two fingers deep inside you, instantly starting to scissor them.

“Ed-die,” your voice cracks and your pussy clenches around his digits,” please fuck me.”

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he moans, “at least not on the first night,” you whimper at his deep chuckle.

After a few more thrusts of his fingers he’s pulling them out of your panties, he slaps your hand off his cock and wraps his own, slick with your desire, around his length.

When he’s deemed you and himself ready he helps you kneel above his lap as he moves your panties to the side and lines his cock up with your entrance.

Your eyes snap shut and your head falls back as you let out a long moan, when you’re fully seated on his cock you take a few seconds to accommodate the tight fit, your walls burn from the stretch.

You can feel him twitching inside you and it causes you to squeeze your pussy around him.

“Fuck, baby girl,” he groans, grip on your hips hard enough to bruise, “can I move?”

You barely nod before he’s snapping his hips up, you cry out and hold his shoulders for dear life.

He keeps your hips in place as he pistons his cock into you, his breath is coming out in harsh pants and the scrunched up look of concentration on his face has you reaching a finger out to trace the wrinkles on his forehead.

At your touch his facial features soften but his pace is still harsh.

“Play with your clit, princess,” his voice is strained, “show daddy how you touch yourself.”

You whimper and his request and immediately comply, taking your right hand off his shoulder to massage the engorged nub between your legs.

His eyes are trained on your fingers, taking note of every movement and action your hands make and committing them to memory.

When you spit on your fingers and rub the saliva around your clit he lets out a debauched moan.

The trailer is filled with moaning and breathless whines as the smell of your combined arousal fills your senses, you can feel your impending release and try to hold off just a little longer.

“I can feel you clenching, princess,” Eddie notices your hand no longer rubbing your pussy, “don’t fight it, cum for me.”

You fall forward as he moves his hands from your hips and envelops you in a tight embrace, holding you against his chest as he snaps his hips up and continues as best he can with the rough pace.

You bite down on his shoulder to muffle your scream, Eddie hisses at the pain but his cock jumps inside you and the motion causes you to cum around him, your body spasms against his as you’re forced to ride out your high, his thrusts not slowing down.

“Just a bit more, sweetheart,” he grunts as he bucks his hips up one last time, his cum spilling inside you and painting your bruised walls, “fuck!”

Your body is stuck to his with sweat and your breathing is laboured, he runs a soothing hand up your back, tracing the divots in your spine.

Before you both can fully come down the door to the trailer swings open and in walks Jeff and Gareth.

They dramatically cry out and cover there eyes as Eddie hurls a cushion in their direction and you bury your face in his neck.

He chuckles and kisses your temple as you shiver slightly, cold air slipping through the briefly opened door.

“I guess I forgot to lock the door,” he groans though you hear the amusement.

“Yeah, no shit, Munson,” you giggle.

“Oops.”

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evelandscripts · 1 year

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Would it Kill You?

Ike Eveland x gn!Reader

warnings: none!

genre: fluff, mutual pining, slow-ish burn

word count: 1.9k

a/n: this is my first time posting actual fanfic on this hellsite even though i have been an avid user since 2014. slightly embarrassed that i have the nerve to lose my tumblr fanfic author virginity to luxiem but honestly it’s what riku tazumi would have wanted. enjoy! or don’t!

Ike Eveland was one of, if not the most, frustratingly charming people you had ever had the honor of crossing paths with.

You didn’t know what was worse— that he was so unaware of his own capabilities of rendering you speechless with a seemingly innocent quip, or the fact that every time he noticed that his comments had made a warmth rise to your cheeks, a fuzzy blush running across your face, he’d only smile silently and swiftly move on with the conversation. He garnered such an audacity to toy with your heart, but didn’t appear to have any interest in taking accountability for his constant teasing; if you could even call it that.

It didn’t take long for this repetitive, yet wordless back and forth to catch up to you. The novelist was taciturn, but he didn’t have to say much to leave your mind relentlessly racing with thoughts; like the time he bashfully complimented the way your sweater hugged your shoulders.

“You look—“ he paused, taking the time to assess the dipping collar of your top, choosing his words a bit too carefully, “comfy.”

Comfy? That’s it? Was he just going to ignore that behind his gold tinted frames, he nearly undressed you with his eyes? But that was Ike, a man of few words, ironic considering his many accolades as an esteemed penman. You decided you had enough of this wordless play, that if Ike really had something to say, you wanted to hear him say it with all sincerity.

He had been sitting at his writing desk since the sun had fallen, only a candle fashioned next to his ink pot to light the way for his work. He was concentrated, his mantel sliding down his shoulder after continuously shifting on the writers bench. His thumb was coated in deep sapphire liquid, no doubt the solvent he was jotting on the parchment with. You could tell he had been at it for a while, wearing a calm but tired expression. As to not startle him, you quietly ambled to his side, bending at the waist to get a better look at the novelist and the manuscript in from of him.

He didn’t move an inch. You admired the way that the flicker of the flame bounced off his glasses, hiding the glow of his eyes for a moment before the fire twitched again, revealing their grey hue once again. You watched as his face contorted slightly as he thought of his next sentence, his lips pursing and eyebrows sinking towards one another. He brought his free hand up to his chin, scratching it a bit before returning it to the page. You wondered if he had noticed your presence, or if he was too focused on his writing to have realized your place next to the desk.

“Hi Ike—“ you whispered, once again trying to prevent disturbing the man at work.

“You don’t have to be so hushed, I knew you were watching me.” He returned, chewing on his lip as he continued to ponder over what word to write next.

Your mouth fell agape, searching for a response to such a confident claim. He saw you watching him, taking in the curves of his jaw and crescent of his mouth. He knew you were standing there, but chose to let you embarrass yourself as you fawned over how perfect he looked while writing.

“Oh.” was all you could muster out defeatedly. Although your ego had been quelled, you still sat onlooking; he was clearly untroubled by you watching him.

He let a quick breath escape, a curve appearing on his lips.

“Cute.”

Your heart immediately plummeted to your stomach. He was doing it again, the exact thing you had decidedly put your foot down against. You straightened out your back, passing your hands over your front to smooth your shirt. You were about to turn on your heel to exit the room, when the novelist began to rustle for a moment. He had moved ever slightly to the far side of the bench, leaving just enough room for you to fit snuggly next to him. He passed you a virtuous look, before inviting you with the wave of an ink covered hand. You’d be a fool to decline the offer.

So there you sat, legs pushed against to his, his mantel enveloping your shoulder that met his own. Warmth emanated from his side, a barrier of layers upon layers of clothes failing to break the contact between you and Ike. It’d be a lie to say you weren’t nervous, or excited, or a delirious mix of both as you gulped down a choke. But he stayed put, placid, back to scribbling on the page.

As you watched the pen dance on top of the paper, a curious idea slipped into your mind. Perhaps, this was a chance for you to make him regret toying with you all this time. Evil, yes, but not ill-mannered. If anything, it was deserved.

You started slowly, craning your neck to the side so it lay in the nook between his head and shoulder comfortably. A shivered ran down Ike’s body in response to the sudden change of position, but he quickly returned to his focused writing. You sighed, knowing it’d take a lot more to get through to him.

Thus began your calculated escapade of cracking the novelist. You moved your hand from its place resting in your lap, snaking it over his leg and cupping your fingers around the inside of his thigh. You allowed your thumb to move freely over his pant leg, tracing the the fibers with dangerously slow movements.

Ike stiffened at your touch, his body tense as your fingers methodically pressed against him. Still, he put on an unwavering facade, holding a tighter grip on his fountain pen as a way to gain a false sense security. He let out a dry cough before continuing his work, ignoring your attempt to break his attention.

His lack of reaction did not put a damper on your plans, though. You turned your head positioned on his shoulder to face his neck, blowing a breath of hot hair against his exposed skin. A layer of goosebumps formed underneath the layer of condensation you imposed on his neck. You could tell there were wheels turning in his head, his once fast paced writing brought to a halt with one simple exhale; bringing a smile to your lips. You let your fingers trail a bit further up his pant leg, but not far enough that he’d get any satisfaction out of your doings. Your actions were innocent enough, simply enjoying his company as he paid attention to the open book ahead of him.

It wasn’t until you heard the metal clang of a pen dropping to the hard oak desktop that you realized you may have pushed the novelist past his breaking point. He was no longer engaged in his creative pastime, rather, he shifted his torso to you with a sudden jolt, your head forcibly snapping up to face him.

His eyes, formerly cast with the warm candlelight, were now a smokey silver, a shadow engulfing the majority of his face besides a sharp glint of light off his glasses. This time it wasn’t you with a red hue painting their face, but instead Ike was adorning a beautiful shade crimson across the bridge of his nose and tips of his ears. He looked at you coldly before breaking the silence.

“Does someone need attention? Or are you done playing a game that you are sure to lose.” He spoke snidely, confident in each word that rolled from his tongue.

“You speak very boldly for someone who hides behind false innocence, Mr. Eveland.” You retorted, knowing very well his tactics. Play dumb, deny any wrong doing, and repeat; there was no blame to accept if he simply protested doing anything at all.

He left his gaze unbroken, but slid his hand to meet yours. You couldn’t remember if he had ever reached out to you like this, whether or not this was the first time he had so tenderly grazed his fingers over your skin. His hand traveled from your wrist, past your lowered forearm, and landed atop the dip of your waist. Your breath hitched, but you knew better than you let it show your defense was faltering.

“If you were feeling needy, you could have just said something.” His voice dripped with anticipation, laced with uncertainty of just how far you were willing to take this.

“Says the one who can hardly formulate a forward compliment…I expected a lot more from someone who has such a way with written word.” You spoke leveled and confidently, nodding your head towards the half written page atop the desk. He frowned slightly, but his stare persisted.

“It seems, though, that the messages were still relayed though…am I wrong?”

He wasn’t. You knew with every quick remark the underlying notion that Ike was aiming to reach you. It didn’t make it any less frustrating, though.

“Would it kill you to tell me how you really felt instead of leaving me to put the pieces together?”

Alright, you were definitely losing your pride a bit. In fact, you were practically pleading with him to drop the act altogether. Your tolerance of his discreet way of flirting you was reaching its peak, and you were about ready to put an end to your charade. Ike had other ideas.

He didn’t respond with words, but rather his actions. He brought his free hand up towards your face, brushing the hair against your forehead towards the side, letting it fall after his touch. His hand stayed against your face, though, cupping your cheek and resting against the slant of your jaw. His eyes softened slightly before he finally spoke up.

“Alright then.” Within the brief moment it took for you to register what he had even said, he leaned forward to plant a kiss against your lips. You melted completely into his touch, tilting into the kiss and bringing your hands up to meet the sides of his face.

He broke away first, leaving a small gap between the two of your faces, his eyes still closed as he processed the decision he just made. You used you gentle grip on his jaw to tilt his head upwards, meeting his eyes once again. This time it was you pressing your lips into his, returning the sentiment he had just graced you with. It was sweet, it was wordless, but it spoke more than any of his writings could ever hope to communicate.

When you finally pulled away, there was nothing but a devious, grinning Ike in front of you.

“Y’know, if I had known all I had to do was kiss you to tell you how I felt, I would have done it a lot sooner” He chuckled, taking a deep inhale to recover from the lost breath.

Your face relaxed, and instead of being offended by his mockery, you gave into his toying and wrapped your arms around his shoulder, letting your body weight press against his chest. He gladly excepted your embrace, clasping his arms around your resting form.

For a novelist, he spoke plainly and reserved. Still, he found ways to let it be known his feelings; and it seems as though you may have discovered a replacement for all those sly comments he had made in attempts to reach you.

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chelseeebe · 1 year

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true colours. | part 2 to maneater.

summary: steve harrington is just desperate to get you on a date. but old habits die hard as you can’t seem to stop sabotaging yourself.

part 3 is actually already basically finished so it’ll be posted soon <3

also billy is in this!! i would’ve used eddie but i needed an asshole lol

reader is a lil self destructive but we love her so it’s okay

read part one here. | read part three here.

steve harrington had become utterly obsessed with you.

the fact that he couldn’t have you was only making matters worse.

you had him hanging off of your little finger, desperate for your attention. his school days consisted of trying to garner your attention, willing you to just look across the room at him.

it hadn’t helped that your friend jessica had started dating his friend, meaning the two of your groups were now overlapping. being forced to go and watch their basketball practice at lunch, steve so obviously showing off and stripping down for you.

‘just go on one date with him, and then james can stop trying to get me to convince you,’ jessica whined.

she figured it would be pretty much perfect, you and steve and her and james.

‘y’know apparently he doesn’t shut up about you, he’s literally in love,’ she nudges you, as your eyes follow said boy around the gym.

and then at the end of every day, without fail, he was waiting at your locker, leaning back against the metal.

‘so, any news on that date? getting bored of waiting here,’ he leans on his arm, looking down at you.

‘hmmm,’ you shrug, ‘still not sure, sorry stevie,’ you collect your books, and begin to walk out of the school.

he follows after you, like a lost puppy dog.

‘y’know, there’s plenty of girls in this school begging to be in your position,’ he states, now walking next to you.

you know this is his half-assed attempt at making you jealous.

‘okay, well you go ‘head and make some girl very happy then,’ you smirk, two can play at that game.

‘well- no.. i could, but.. i’m giving you this opportunity,’ he’s stumbles through the sentence, flustered at your nonchalant response.

you reach your car and unlock the door, but steve’s hand slams onto the window before you can pull it open. before you can even turn to look at him, you’re pressed against the car.

‘steve,’ you groan, glaring up at him.

his eyes are firmly on your lips, hand on your waist as his hips brush against yours.

‘y/n,’ his face now inches from yours, your chest heaving up and down at the feel of his body against yours.

he did things to you. as much as it pained you to admit, he was probably the first guy you’d slept with that you’d even slightly entertained after having sex.

he leans down, planting his lips on yours as his other hand cups your face.

your eyes flutter shut, unable to resist kissing him back. you can feel him smirk into the kiss as your free hand snakes around his neck.

he pulls back, lips hovering above yours, ‘so, date? or do i have to kiss you again?’

you can only roll your eyes, attempting to conceal the smile creeping onto your lips.

‘what would we do on this.. date?’ you question, wanting to retract the sentence almost immediately.

he beams, ‘you’ll see,’ his lips crash onto yours again, hand slowly sliding up your waist.

you pull back, placing a hand on his chest and pushing him backwards, ‘i’m going home now, you can pick me up at seven.’

he grins, reaching down and opening your car door for you. you slide into the car, as he closes the door.

you roll down the window, ‘i live on olympia, i’ll be outside waiting so you better be on time,’ you state as you back out of the space, his eyes watching as you drive away.

steve’s already waiting outside before you can step out. he’s leaning against the maroon bmw, passenger door open for you.

‘wow, such a gentleman,’ you walk up to him, patting his chest as you slide into the car.

he closes the door and gets in the drivers side, head turned to look at you, ‘jeez, you look incredible.’

you flash him a smile in response, ‘well thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself.’

he grins, starting the car and pulling off.

‘don’t let that get to your head,’ you note, watching him as he drives.

admittedly, the date was quite fun. getting to know him outside of his king steve persona in school.

there was no showing off or trying to impress anyone, just steve harrington being his full authentic self.

he’d taken you bowling, of course he was much better than you were.

‘you’re a little whore, you’ve had more practice than i have,’ you pout as he gets his third consecutive strike.

‘hey, don’t be blame me for the fact that you’re shit,’ he walks back to the bench, slinging his arm around your waist and spinning you round.

a giggle escapes your lips as you break away, walking over to the lane, ‘fuck off trying to distract me,’ you stick your tongue out at him.

after he absolutely kicks your ass at bowling, he takes you out for food at enzo’s. sharing a bowl of pasta with him.

you’re now back sat in his car, parked up in the near empty parking lot.

‘i’ve actually had a really good time tonight,’ you smile at him, not wanting to inflate his ego.

he chuckles, ‘me too, though you suck at bowling,’ he nudges you with his elbow.

‘shut up, i’m not that bad,’ you turn to look at him, leaning over the centre console.

‘mm, you definitely were that bad,’ he looks down at your lips, licking his in anticipation.

‘you’re only good because you’ve had so much practice,’ you lean in closer to his face, hand now resting on his knee.

‘yeah? you jealous?’ he teases.

‘never,’ you slide your hand up his leg, stopping at the top of his thigh.

‘mm hmm i’m sure,’ he whispers as you run your hand over his crotch.

you lean over and kiss him, rubbing his now semi-erect cock as he groans against your mouth.

he slips his tongue into your mouth, his large hand now on the small of your back, trying to pull you onto his lap.

‘get in the back,’ he mumbles against your lips, pulling at the hem of your dress.

‘mhm, needy boy,’ you smirk, beginning to clamber into his back seat as he steps out, sitting on the leather seat before you can contort your body through the gap in the seats.

he pulls you onto his lap, knees either side of his thighs as your hands catch yourself on his shoulders.

you tilt your head down, kissing his soft lips as his fingers dig into the exposed skin on your waist.

pulling the hem of his shirt up and over his head before resuming the passionate kiss as you fumble with his gold belt buckle, attempting to undo the brass buckle.

he slides your jeans down your thighs, grunting as the contact between you is broken. your hips buck against his, fingers sliding into the back of his hair, lightly tugging as his fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear.

you moan into his mouth as you slide his boxers, his erect cock springing up.

'quick, princess.. need to be in you,' he pants, pulling your underwear down to your knees. the pet name makes your stomach curl, wanting nothing more but to please him.

you sit up, holding his cock as you guide it into your entrance, already slick with arousal. you moan at the sudden feeling of fullness, his hands grabbing onto the fat of your hips.

you begin to bounce, throwing your head back against the headrest, fingers tangled in his hair as his lips kiss down onto your exposed neck, leaving soft purple bruises.

'oh shit, steve,' slamming your hand onto the now steamed window for stability.

his arm wraps around your waist, beginning to pump into you from below, hips rolling against each other.

you feel your climax begin to build in your stomach, fingers curled into his hair as he begins to fasten his pace.

‘fuck,’ the desperation in your raspy voice evidence of your climax and your legs begin to weaken around his.

‘god, you look so fuckin’ good cumming on my dick,’ he grunts, his last few thrusts becoming sloppy as he empties himself into you.

your name tumbles from his lips repeatedly, alongside a bunch of profanities when he presses his moist forehead to yours.

with a smirk plastered across your face, ‘you’re such a desperate little boy,’ now running your fingers through his damp hair.

‘yeah? n’ who’s fault is that?’

‘hmm, i’ve got no idea,’ you press your lips against his, feeling him smile into the kiss.

you pull back, drawing a smiley face in the condensation on his window.

‘don’t-,’ but he was too late.

‘what?’

he sighs, but his grin tells you he’s not serious, ‘drawings always stick to the window, something with the condensation.’

‘oh well, now you’ll always have my smiley face in your car,’ you give him a toothy grin.

'i'll cherish it forever,' he smiles back.

he drops you home in the early hours of the morning, after spending hours upon hours nattering about everything and nothing.

you go to sleep with steve harrington on your mind. hating the way he had so easily crept into your mind, how you could feel yourself ever so slowly falling for the golden haired boy.

you'd practically begged steve to come with you to emily's birthday party.

all of your friend's had found themselves with boyfriends, and you were not prepared to sit there all night watching them sucking face.

he’d only conceded when you’d agreed to stay round his after the party.

you’re sat on the tiny couch, steve to the side of you as the game of truth or dare drags on.

‘truth or dare?’ the mousy girl asks, billy sits forward from the couch, that shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

you may have had a short fling with him the summer he’d moved to town. before school started and his asshole interior had crept through.

‘dare,’ he nods.

‘hmm, i dare you to make out with the hottest girl in the room,’ she smiles. you notice the crowd of girls practically pucker themselves up, anticipating the action.

billy stands, eyeing a few of the preened girls and then turns and makes a beeline for you.

he leans down, tilting your chin up towards him as he plants his lips on yours. you kiss him back, almost autonomously, as there’s a collective gasp from the room. he growls into the kiss and you push him back by his shoulder, observing the mischievous grin on his face.

‘something wrong harrington?’

your eyes turn to the boy on your right, his mouth taut as he scowls at billy.

‘yeah, actually there is,’ steve stands from his seat on the couch, almost eye level with billy.

‘oh yeah? did i kiss your girl? she didn’t seem too upset,’ he taunts, shoving him backwards.

you grab onto steve’s hand, but he pulls it away, flashing you a dirty look in the process.

steve couldn’t believe it, you’d been so close to him. the only person to break him from his usual routine of fucking and chucking girls. he’d been completely vulnerable with you on the date, a version of himself so few got to see.

and now, you’d kissed someone else quite literally a few inches from his face. it was the fact it wasn’t just anybody, it was billy.

the two of them had never seen eye to eye, in face steve actively disliked the curly-haired boy.

‘yeah well, how’d my dick taste?’ steve snaps, pushing past billy and storming out of the crowded room. eliciting a loud roar from the group of students.

‘wow, your boyfriend’s a bit sensitive sweetheart, you might wanna go and see what’s up,’ billy jokes, eyes back on you.

you shake your head, ‘oh, shut the fuck up,’ but you oblige, following steve out of the room and into the empty garden.

‘steve?’ you call out, as you spot his dark figure leaning against the wall.

you go to join him, ‘it’s just a stupid game, chill out,’ placing your hand on his arm.

‘are you joking? seriously, i can’t tell,’ his jaw clenched as he yanks his arm back from you.

‘what? it was a dare, it doesn’t mean shit,’ you argue back. you’d been on one date with the boy, yet he was acting like you’d just destroyed your committed relationship?

‘you kissed him back,’ he states, crossing his arms over his chest.

‘so what? you’re not my fucking boyfriend steve, so stop acting like it,’ you regret the sentence almost immediately as you watch his face falter.

‘what did you think this was? a bit of fun? someone new to mess around with?’

your face hardens, is that how he saw you?

‘i don’t know,’ you shrug, ‘i’m sorry if you got that impression of me but i have never, ever wanted a boyfriend, let alone some overprotective security guard.’

he shakes his head, pushing himself off of the wall as he begins walking out of the garden.

‘steve,’ you weakly call after him, but it’s useless. he’s already gone. you can hear his bmw race off down the street.

you shake off the argument, spinning on your heel reentering the party. past the gaggle of people that had gathered to watch your argument.

steve’s words linger in your mind, instead of stewing in the argument, you grab the nearest bottle and taking a rather large swig of the liquid, burning as it slides down your throat.

you push all thoughts of steve to the back of your mind, now only focussed on the booming music and the clear bottle in your hand.

you groan, awoken by your splitting headache. face down in the pillow.

lifting your head to look around the familiar room. it was steve’s bedroom.

but this time he wasn’t next to you in the bed. instead you lead there all alone. now dressed in one of his t-shirts.

you sit up, hand immediately flying to your forehead, as if to remedy the searing pain in your head.

steve, who was curled up on the floor next to the bed, stirs awake, blinking up at you.

‘you’re alive,’ he mumbles, sounding shocked at the revelation, his hoarse morning voice apparent.

‘yes..?’ you question, ‘am i not supposed to be?’

‘not with the way you were last night, i only slept in here to make sure you didn’t choke to death on your own sick,’ he sits up, rubbing his eyes at the light peaking through his blinds.

‘oh.. i don’t.. really remember much..’ the night before just a splodge of black in your mind.

you can remember arguing with steve and then.. going back to the party.. but that was it. anything that had happened beyond that point was lost.

‘yeah i’m not surprised,’ he says pointedly, a slight frown on his lips.

‘why am i.. how am i here?’

‘jessica called me, told me to come and pick you up because you were fucked up, apparently you were threatening to fight everyone.. and then you threw up all over yourself,’ he’s says it with a certain vim to his tone, throwing it in your face.

you can’t help but snort, sounded about right for you. explaining why you’d ditched the dress and were now in steve’s closes.

steve doesn’t find it quite so amusing.

‘you remember kissing billy?’ his words are like venom, attempting to hurt you.

‘yeah.. in truth or dare,’ you spit back at him. reiterating the fact that it your whole argument stemmed from some stupid party game.

‘no, this was after i left, you were halfway to his car when i arrived,’ he says matter-of-factly, his tired eyes staring at you.

‘oh.. then no,’ you shake your head, looking down at the blanket, unable to meet his gaze.

‘yeah.’

you blink as your eyes begin to well. you hadn’t meant to ruin whatever was going on between you and steve, it was just what you did.

unable to let anyone get close. and if they did? you’d find a way to ruin it.

like when you’d kissed your first boyfriend’s best friend after he’d told you he loved you. or the time you ran off with your next boyfriend’s much older brother when he’d confessed his feelings to you.

there was always something, even if you’d never anticipated it. you couldn’t help the impulsive feeling to ruin whatever situation you found yourself in, no matter how you felt about it them.

‘steve, i’m so sorry,’ the tears spill onto your cheeks. this was the first time you’d actually apologised for your destructive behaviour.

‘i don’t want to be a part of whatever game you’re playing, not anymore.. i think i’ve made my feelings for you pretty obvious.. i won’t spell it out for you.’

‘i’m not playing a game, steve.. i don’t know what i’m doing, but it’s not on purpose.. i just- i can’t help it,’ you’re sobbing into your hands now, last nights mascara smudging over your palms.

‘well.. you need to figure out whatever it is you’re doing and then come and find me,’ he stands from the floor, grabbing his sweatshirt and pulling it over his head.

he sighs, the very sight of you curled up, crying was breaking his heart.

you sniff, ‘i’m sorry, really i am.’

he bites the inside of his cheek, ‘yeah,’ he walks over to the door, ‘c’mon i’ll drive you home,’ if you stayed any longer he just might forgive you.

you gulp, standing from his bed, noticing the pair of his sweatpants he must have slipped on you last night.

the car journey is quiet, awkward as neither of you want to be the one to speak first. your head leans against the window, staring at the passing trees rather than at him.

he reaches your house, ‘i’ll wash these and i’ll give them back to you,’ you mumble, stepping out of the car.

‘keep ‘em,’ he stares straight ahead, unable to look at your frankly, pathetic self. he’d never seen you so meek, so small with your shoulders hunched over.

‘oh.. well, thank you steve, for looking after me n’all..’

he nods, gritting his teeth as his knuckles turn white from his grip on the wheel.

‘i’ll see ya-,’ before you can finish, his wheels spin off, leaving you stood alone in your driveway, cheeks sodden with tears.

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