Honestly Being alive? In this economy? Not worth it.

Look even if Dream wasn't so, MMM (canon horrors) in your universe, I think Tommy deserves to throw rocks at SOMEone. It's in his blood, he's not all soft, he IS a rock. I'm thrilled he's getting assistance (for the horrors) but if anybody were to actually reap repercussions, it can't be Sam, it has to be our Tomathy

he downgrades to pebbles bc he's like. trying to prove he's a better person than dream and deep down tommy doesn't actually want to Hurt anybody (seriously, anyway), not even dream, but he Does want to get at least a little revenge for The Atrocities bc in open arms dream is still. dream. and did kill tommy in the prison but being locked away and shit for so long actually changed him and he's kinda broken now too which is why tommy feels bad. it's very complicated and messy and they both have a lot of work ahead of them.

not to get Too Meta but one of the big things i think ppl forget is. dream's a person. both c and cc he is just a fuckin guy at the end of the day & smth that i've been tryin to drive home within open arms is that if people Want to grow and change from past behavior we have to let them try. a big part of later chapters in walk towards love is tommy learning that and struggling to make peace with it

It's another sleepless night where I hear every tick my clock makes but time still passes slower than paper through my broken shredder

why does your best friend's older brother have to be so hot?? :(((

☆ suna rintarou x fem!reader (pt.1) ☆

cw: smuut! p in v, v fingering, fluffy, lowk sweet, implied virgin reader, unprotected sex.

pt. 2 pt.3 pt.4

you sigh at the empty water bottle on the nightstand. you look over at your best friend, ami. she was fast asleep. you smiled, glad you were able to visit her on your break from university. you were grateful her parents let you stay over while they were out of the country for some sort of work meeting.

back to the important matter, your thirst. you slowly get up, trying not to wake your dark haired bestfriend. grabbing the tin water bottle and tiptoeing downstairs, making sure to close the door to her bedroom quietly on the way out.

you walk through the familiar halls of the house you’ve known since you were young. all the lights were off except the kitchen light.

walking in, you notice your bestfriend’s hot ass older brother, rintarou, leaning against the kitchen island on his phone. he was wearing his usual loose sweatpants, and a tight fitting t-shirt from your old highschool. it used to be loose on him, it was clear he’s been working out more and gained more muscle. his head perks up, he pauses whatever he was watching and speaks.

“hey, didn’t think anyone was still awake.” his voice is low and a little hushed.

you don’t notice the way his eyes go to your attire, small little sleep shorts and a tank top.

you notice he’s heating something up in the microwave as you reach the fridge, unscrewing the cap to your water bottle to refill it. you watch as the bottle slowly fills, talking to him.

“ami fell asleep and i was thirsty. she always passes out so fast” you softly chuckle. she was always the first to fall asleep at sleepovers, even in your childhood. girl was a deep sleeper.

“mmm” he simply hums, returning back to looking at his phone.

you turn back to face him, taking a refreshing sip of water.

“whatcha watchin?” you lean on your elbows against the counter, peering over at him.

your relationship with suna rintarou was…. friendly to say the least. he was only a year older than you and ami, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a (fat) crush on him since middle school.

you remembered the exact moment your crush on him had started. you and ami were twelve and rintarou was thirteen. you were at the suna’s family beach house for summer break.

you and ami relaxed in the sun, reading your assigned reading books together and laughing over how dumb you guys thought the plot was.

“seriously, this guy is so lame. he just mopes around and smokes cigarettes all day. dude’s gonna have lung problems” ami rolled her eyes at a certain line of the book.

you giggled and opened your mouth to say something to agree. until a volleyball came flying at you full speed. your eyes widened and you just froze. you two were aware rintarou and some of his friends were playing a game of beach volleyball a few feet away.

you flinched and put your arms up quickly in defense, but never felt impact. you look up to see a teenage rintarou who dived to grab the ball before it hit you.

“you good?” he called your name to get your attention. you just nodded, hiding the flushed state of you face with your book. he made a comment on how he read it in english class last year and if you needed any help on the work, he had your back.

“go away, rin. she doesn’t need your c- average help” his sister retorted as he walked back to his friends. he turned his head to give a small chuckle. you never forgot his smile since then.

back in the present, he takes his eyes off his video for a moment to look back at you.

“my game replays. hey, come watch this and tell me if you think furuhashi fucked us over with this serve” he did a ‘come here’ motion. you were at his side within a moment.

you peered at the phone screen over his shoulder. his phone looked so small compared to his large hands. he replayed the video for you to watch. you focused on the teamate he pointed to and it looked like he did a purposefully bad set, aiming right at the opponents head.

“ouch. seemed like he had personal beef with number eight….” your face scrunched in the way the opponent immediently fell to the floor from such a powerful blow.

“yeah, dude let his emotions get the best of him and got the rest of us in trouble with the ref for it” he shuts his phone off, sighing.

“you have another game next week, right? ami wanted me to go check you guys out.” you grab your bottle from the counter.

taking another sip of water, a small droplet spills past your mouth, down your neck, and disapears into the curve of your breasts. you notice the way his eyes follow the bead of water.

his eyes meet yours. and before he can open his mouth, the microwave beeps loudly. he quickly gets up to take the food out with a quick curse, hoping the obnoxious beeping didn’t wake anyone up.

he takes the steaming plate out of the appliance. you notice he heated up some cold pizza you guys ordered earlier in the night.

your eyes go back to his broad shoulders and arms, down to his large veiny hands. he’d matured a lot more since you’d seen him last.

you caught yourself staring, starting to feel a little awkward. you suddenly start to get a little hot, despite what little clothes you wore. you step away to leave the kitchen. your thoughts ran rampet of his hands. you pictured them touching your hair, your arms, your-

“where are you going?” his eyes are only on you now, his arms leaning against the counter to look at you.

“i- um should probably get back to ami” you gulp.

“why? isn’t she asleep? come hangout with your real favorite suna” he smirks, taking a peice of the hot pizza into his mouth.

you roll your eyes and fake scoff.

“don’t let your sister hear you say that, she might believe it” you cross your arms, eyeing him.

he swallowed, wiping his mouth with a napkin and smiling.

“i mean, it’s the truth. isn’t it?” god he was so cocky today. but you loved it.

“and what makes you think that, rin?” you played along. you step a little closer, this time you lean your elbows on the counter facing him. accidentally giving him a front row view of your cleavage through your thin top.

you see the way his eyes drop to your tits. oh you had him.

“cause, you think i’m cuter” his eyes flicker back to your own. he shrugs casually, a smug smirk on his face. his food now forgotten in his mind. only thing he wanted now was you.

“sure, whatever you want to think.” you sarcastically remark back.

he laughs, circling the kitchen island so now you had nothing between you except about a foot of space.

“oh i don’t have to think it, pretty. i know it” shit, he was getting closer and your heart was only beating faster.

“you’re delusional, rintarou.” you aren’t laughing anymore, smile fading to a more serious demeanor. you were nervous and he could tell.

he smiles, running a calloused finger down your arm. it left a trail of fire down your skin and your breath hitched.

“is that why you’re always staring at me. you think i don’t notice?” his voice is lower now, quieter.

fuck. he knew.

“as if you don’t oogle at me whenever i’m in a swimsuit.” you refuse to look away from his gaze.

he lets out a small chuckle. it was hypnotizing.

“i ‘oogle’ you no matter what you wear” he admits, almost proudly.

you eyes widen for a moment. you try your best to hold it together. his hand played with the ends of your hair. you two had never stood this close before.

you felt the flimsy fabric of your panties start to dampen.

“what’s got you all quiet?” his hand moves from your soft locks to hold your chin, forcing you to look right at him.

“screw you, rin” you retort, flustered. he snorts.

“you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” his face only got closer to yours.

you guys were so close, you had forgotten you weren’t the only two in the house.

“in your dreams-“ you start.

“knock that shit off. admit you want this as bad as i do” he says your name. your faces were now inches apart. his eyebrows furrowed and he just looked so attractive. he was studying your expressions, his eyes never leaving your face.

“rin i-“ you start again. this time his lips hover over yours, ghosting over your own.

“tell me to stop and i’ll go back up to my room and we will never speak of this again.” his hand moves to cup your cheek, his forhead resting on your, giving you a chance to pull away.

but you didn’t want to pull away and he didn’t either.

finally, after what seemed like years of tension, you snapped. going up on your tipy toes to crash your lips on his.

his hands immediately draw to your waist, holding you as close as possible while your hands wrap in his soft dark brown locks.

years of unresolved feelings and tension all poured into one heated kiss.

his hands gripping your waist moves down to your hips, he turns you so your rear is against the counter. how convinient his hips are the perfect height for the kitchen island.

you let out a soft gasp as he bites your bottom lip, he smirks and gently prods his tounge into your mouth, seeking permission first. you lean your head back to let him kiss you deeper.

he was fully addicted to your lips.

he pats your hip and you take it as a sign to hop on the marble counter, he helps you jump up. he slots himself inbetween your thighs, your lips never pulling apart.

“fuck. i can’t believe i haven’t tasted you sooner” he says in between kisses. you giggle at the way he refuses to pull apart from you.

he just grips your waist tighter, his cold hands slipping under the fabric of your tank top. you gasp as he reaches for your bare tits, lifting the fabric to rest above your breasts. you never wore a bra around him. and of course he always noticed.

he gave your perky tits a firm squeeze, you mewl into his mouth as he gently pinches your hardened nipples. his cold fingers adding an extra chill.

rintarou’s hips press gently into yours. you could feel his erection through his pants. you grip his hair tighter at the feeling of his clothed member rubbing against your clothed clit.

you unlatch a hand from his hair and bring it straight to his hardness. he hisses as you rub him through the pants. he could feel a small wet patch forming in his boxers.

“shit, take these off” he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of your sleep shorts, you lift you hips for him to shimmy them down your legs, you didn’t even notice where he put them. you didn’t really care.

you were left in your little lace panties. he gave a lopsided smile at how prepared you were. it was like you knew he was gonna fuck you tonight. or maybe you wore these all the time around him, just waiting.

“this wet already?” he sucks in a breath, running a finger over the growing wet patch on your panties. you just nod and focus your gaze on his long fingers. you wanted them so bad.

“rin, please” you grab at his hand that was teasingly brushing over your clothed clit.

“stop teasing” you pout at him. he looks up at you and gives you another kiss.

“you’re too cute not to tease.” he pulls away and pulls your underwear to the side, spreading your legs more. he curses at the sight of your glistening pussy, knowing it was all for him.

he runs a long finger down your folds, causing your grip on his wrist to tighten.

“so worked up, aren’t you? no one ever touch you like this before?” he asks, continuing his motions up and down.

“n-no rin, just you.” you breathily admit, a bit emberassed. it was the truth though, he was the only one you really wanted over the years.

he lets out another curse at the thought of being the first guy to touch you in this way. he was straining against his boxers, his loose sweatpants suddenly feeling so tight on his hips.

“tell me if it hurts and i’ll stop, okay?” he looks you in the eye, serious. you just nod.

“wanna hear you say it, baby” he pulls his hand away from your cunt.

“yes rin, i swear” you assure, shimmying to the edge of the counter to be closer to him.

he smiles, giving you a peck on the forehead before prodding his middle finger into your tight hole, spreading your wetness to make sure you were ready.

he slowly enters you and you grip onto his shoulders for dear life. he gives a few slow experimental pumps of his finger before you were asking for more.

“this ok?” he whispers in you ear, kissing your neck.

“god yes. more please” you plead in a quiet tone, trying your best to keep silent.

he chuckles and adds his ring finger. just two was enough to stretch you out. it was a delicious pain of his large digits splitting you open. you couldn’t even imagine how good his cock would feel.

you bite your knuckles to muffle the sounds of pleasure you were making. but nothing could cover the wet noises coming from him finger fucking your pussy.

his wrist started to ache, but it was worth it to see the way you were taking it so well. he curled his fingers, doing a ‘come here’ motion inside of you. you let out a muffled curse as your legs started to shake.

he kept pumping and curling his fingers over and over. his long thick fingers reached places your little hands just couldn’t.

“i think i’m-“ you cut yourself off with a soft moan, still trying to be quiet.

he just kisses you through your orgasm, groaning into your own mouth. your pussy squeezes around his fingers and he swallows up all your noises. he imagines how you’d feel squeezing his cock like this, while his other hand groping your tit, pinching your nipple. you arch into him and pull away from his lips to breathe.

you pant and look at him, face completley flushed, he slowly removes his fingers. his hand was coated in your cum. he gives your chest a few small kisses, accidentally leaving faint marks on the skin. not an accident at all.

he was panting too. you looked at him, curiously. your eyes go down to his pants. there was an obvious wet stain in the front.

“did you….” your eyes go wide as he flushes with emberassment.

“m’sorry you were just so fucking hot i couldn’t-“ he starts, but you cut him off with your lips. you were immediately aroused again, but this time the only thing that could satisfy you was his cock.

you paw at his sweats, shaky fingers clumsily trying to untie the drawstring. he grips the back of your neck with one hand while the other helps take off his pants. he starts to stroke himself until he’s hard again, still recovering from blowing his load in his pants.

you swat his hand and give his cock long strokes. you finally get a good view of it. he wasn’t small by any means, but not obnoxiously large. it was a delicious size that made your mouth go dry. there was a certain blue vein that ran down from his tip, your finger running over it, making him hiss.

he noticed you staring and encourages you to continue, his thumbs rubbing your thighs in comfort.

you swipe your thumb over his slit making him shiver like a small dog. his tip was so sensitive. you move to try and hop off the counter to get on your knees, but he stopped you, gripping your hips.

“if you do that i won’t be able to last.” he pets your hip sensually. you pout.

“don’t give me that look. next time, i promise” he pecks your lips and your heart flutters. so there will be a next time.

his head rests on your shoulder as you continue to stroke up, switching from pumping it to teasing his tip. he stopped you once his hips started to sputter. he was like putty in your hands at this point.

“p-please” he says your name, panting.

“i need to be inside you. i need to feel you so bad, baby please” he begs, kissing your neck, leaving darker marks in his wake.

you whine at his words, using your legs to wrap around his hips, his cock sitting right above your needy cunt.

“fuck me already, rin” you give his cock a few more pumps before lining him up with your wanting hole.

he does as yous say, slowly pushing in, his mouth gaping wide and his head falls back once he’s fully inside of you.

now your head rests on his chest as you encourage him to move. he slowly pulls out then back in with a powerful thrust. you bite his shoulder to keep from screaming out. surley leaving a mark.

“ohmygod rin” you can’t help but chant out his name as his thrusts quicken. you were praying ami was still asleep or she would totally hear the sounds of his hips slapping into yours.

“shh. gotta be quiet, kay? don’t want your friend to hear you getting fucked by her big brother do you?” he clasped a hand over your mouth, you unconsciously squeezed him tighter. your eyes screwed shut tight.

“fuck. you’d probably like that wouldn’t you? want everyone to see how badly you want my dick?” he groans in a hushed tone, his thrusts getting deeper and deeper. he was loosing control.

he gripped onto your hips to stabilize his pace. you guys never broke eye contact as your mouth hung open silently, trying so hard to keep quiet. he smiles at how fucked out you already looked.

“rinnn” you whine.

“m’right here, pretty” he kisses you once again. one of your hands takes purchase in his (now) messy hair, the other one gripping onto his strong arm. you were sure you were clawing into him with your nails, but he didn’t seem to mind.

you were getting close already. he moaned into your mouth as you tightened around his cock. he fed you simple praises from his pretty mouth, encouraging you to cum.

your thighs tightened around his hips, wanting him to be even closer, if that was even possible.

“i got you, baby. let go” he whispers inbetween kisses.

he bites your lip as you cum on his cock, squeezing him in every possible way. you whine into his mouth, the kiss now turned so messy a bit of drool fell from your mouth.

he fucked you through your orgasm as you shake in his hold, he was holding back his own until you were satisfied. you started to mewl from the overstimulation of his veiny cock pounding into you.

he pulls out, pumping himself until he finishes on your thigh, letting out a hushed moan of your name from his lips, making you squeeze around nothing. both of you breathing heavily.

after you both cool down from your highs, he looks at you, full of admiration.

“you did amazing” he kisses your cheek.

once your mind fog clears, the realization hits you. you just fucked your childhood crush, your bestfriends brother. a part of you feels a little guilty, but the other part of you wants nothing more than to do it again.

he notices your hesitation, placing a gentle hand on your hair so soothe it down.

“hey, you okay?” he asks. you didn’t even notice when he had pulled his pants back up, or when he put your top back in place over your tits.

you give him a soft smile.

“i’m okay” you assure him.

“good” he smiles back, he grabs a nearby kitchen cloth and wipes off his spend from your thigh.

“gross, rin. people use that towel” you scold.

he just shrugs “i’ll throw it in the wash”

you both knew in your heads you couldn’t tell anyone about this.

it was your little secret.

suddenly, rintarou’s phone lights up from across the counter. he puts your panties back in place, grabbing your sleep shorts and putting your legs through them so you could put them back on. he snatches his phone for you both to see.

‘WEATHER WARNING: all schools in the area shut down for another two weeks’ the notification read.

your eyes widen. looks like you’d be staying at the suna’s house for a lot longer than you thought.

the next morning

“ouch, looks like your girl maimed you” ami laughs over her waffles. you sit next to her, pouring the syrup over your own. rin almost chokes on his food and your head snaps up.

“what?” he says with a mouthful of bacon. ami points to the scratches on his arm and the literal bite mark on his shoulder. your eyes go wide. you made sure to wear a hoodie to cover your own marks.

“aww rin hooked up with a wolf!” you add, trying not to raise suspicion. he squints his eyes at you, swallowing his food.

at least he had the decency to wipe down the counter before we ate.

“something like that” you eye eachother before turning back to your breakfast.

this was gonna be a long stay.

masterlist

a/n: i kinda wanna make this a mini series lollll lmk of you’d like a pt.2 (this is highkey ooc but idc!!! its fanfiction!!!! i love my fake man fr)

sfw/nsfw stefan salvatore headcanons

18+ mdni(no gender specified, also the sfw takes place in high school reader is a senior therefore 18 years old)

tw: (sfw) reader is characterized as shy, (nsfw) very brief mentions of stefan feeding on reader, reader has tits

sfw

°when you first locked eyes with stefan you were taken aback by how gorgeous he is

°his beautiful slicked back hair, his gorgeous green eyes, his sexy ass smirk, he’s unreal

°you both had 3 classes together, it was a blessing you got to stare at him for 3 periods straight

°ofc stefan could sense your staring he found it amusing

°you’re absolutely beautiful and you’re r smart you could’ve had anyone and you chose the new kid, the loner

°weeks went by when stefan figured you were probably to shy to make a first move so he did

°a decade dance was coming up although he hates dancing he overheard you talking to your friends about attending the dance

°after the period was over and you were packing up getting ready to exit the classroom he went up to you

“hey um i know you don’t know me but i was wondering if you would be my date to the decade dance”

“i-i uh yes, i would love to go to the dance with you”

°pleased with your answer and awed by your slight stutter and pause he blessed you with his signature smirk

“would you like me to pick you up?”

“no it’s okay, i’ll meet you by the school at 7?”

“sounds perfect”

°when the day finally occurred he showed up fifteen minutes earlier awaiting your arrival

°you showed up exactly at 7. hair and lashes curled to perfection, you took an everything shower and drowned yourself in perfume

°you were flattered stefan asked you to be his date and you wanting to come dressed to impress

°once you spotted stefan you just stopped and awkwardly stared at him

°he was holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hands, you didn’t know how he knew they were your favorite but who cared it was perfect

°you continued to walk up to him after realizing how weird you must’ve looked

°he greeted you while placing the flower in your hands

"you look beautiful, i hope you like these”

“thank you, so do you. uh thank you for the flowers these are my favorite”

°you walked into the school hand in hand, the night would probably be carved in your memory forever

°stefan enjoyed it more than he liked to admit even when you forced him to dance, although he hated dancing at least he was dancing with you

°after the dance you and stefan spent lots of time together and he eventually asked you to be his girlfriend

°which you excitingly said yes to ofc

(now a lil sum for the freaks)

°it took some time to get stefan in the sheets

°he didn’t want to rush anything especially since you were more on the reserved side

°you had to initiate your first time

°after conforming with stefan that you need him and that you want to have sex with him he’s fully on board

°stefan is a kisser he loves feeling your lips against his, enjoy steamy make out session often

°he loves placing his hands on your hips securely you can tell how desperate he is based on how rough his grasp is

°he would hesitantly drink from you if you asked him too he would never want to hurt you so he never talks about it unless you say something first

°please suck his cock. first tease him, kiss the tip, start with slow gentle licks, stroke him lazily, make him stare into your eyes as you barley please him making him beg for more

°then finally go to town, stuff him in your mouth, leave his dick, pelvis, even his thighs covered in your saliva be thorough, take your time, enjoy the way he groans and sometimes whimpers. hold down his thighs when they start to tense

°stefan loves stuffing his fingers inside you watching you struggle to keep your composure, he wants nothing more than one hand between your thighs and another holding your chin up forcing you to look him in the eyes

°needless to say he definitely gets off on eye contact watching you struggle to keep your eyes opened and focused makes him want to explode

°similar to my klaus mikaelson headcanons i believe stefan enjoys missionary simply based on feeding off of eye contact

“fuck your beautiful”

“look at me when you cum baby”

“keep your eyes on me”

“your so sexy i can’t help but stare”

°he’d also enjoy cowgirl, gripping your hips, guiding your movements, watching you fall apart on top of him, feeling you grind down on him

°it’ll basically be his heaven

°the only time he’s not looking at your face, is when he’s looking at your tits. the only time he’s not gripping your hips, is when he’s fondling your tits. the only time he’s not kissing your lips, is when he’s sucking your tits.

°flash him on a random tuesday at 9 in the morning, boom he’s hard. flash him during an argument, constantly apologizing soon after. to lazy to get up and grab a snack? flash him and catch him teleporting to the kitchen.

°just show stefan your damn boobies

second post done! thank you to everyone who enjoyed my klaus mikaelson headcanons i was nervous to post it, grateful it was viewed by the right audience. also i’ve been watching tvd lately so that’s been my content but i love other shows like hazbin hotel, ahs, and sex education so i’ll likely start writing for those shows as well. if you followed me for tvdu content please enjoy it while it last😭. also there’s unfortunately a lack of stefan fanfics on tumblr especially smuts so i decided to write one instead.

Down Bad: Social Media AU - III

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Black FOC!Alora Caddel

summary: The pair are caught on a date. Fan reactions.

warning: None.

note: p.s. this is not the thing I’ve been working on. that is still on the way.

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enews an E!News exclusive of all exclusives! The IT girl Alora Caddal seemed very close with F1 superstar Lewis Hamilton. One of our insiders spotted them getting cozy over drinks 👀 link in bio for more. 

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user108 this is the most unexpected pairing but it also works ??? Like really, really well.

user111 the fashion it girl and the fashion it boy together ??? we love to see it!

uselesshater wait — isn’t he like 40 ???

userishamilton @uselesshater he’s 38. What’s your point? 🤨

uselesshater @userishamilton he’s too old for her that’s the point 🙃

userishamilton @uselesshater last time i checked Alora was 27 years old aka a grown ass woman.

aloraallure people in these comments learnt about predatory age gaps and now they apply it to everyone who have more than 3 years in age difference 😭 let’s go back to school.

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Hello, may I have a eunjang boys with a reader who is straightforward, headstrong, and willing to succeed on her own without help from others? She possesses extraordinary talent, determination, and willpower. shes is the leader of the sports club.

this, this ask right here, she's an antique. it's been, what, a year? more? that this has been sitting here. i apologize for any shit writing; it's going to be rough since i'm getting back into it, so take this while i scrub the rust off of my cranium meat.

enjoy!

eunjang & a take-no-shit best friend

warnings: swearing, female reader, reader owns a cat

You are infamous for being eunjang’s tough, straight forward sports club leader.

You knew exactly what had to get done and when, and you made sure that it got done.

Everyone was intimidated by you to a certain degree.

It’s not like you were heartless, you just didn’t see the point in not doing things effectively and efficiently as soon as they were assigned.

You had grown comfortable in the consistency and solidity of your schedule, and you were in the middle of a peaceful break time when ben park busted into the classroom.

It was after school, so you were alone with an out of breath teenager that was hunched over in front of you.

You didn’t say anything, assuming he stormed in here for a reason, so you just raised an eyebrow at him.

Once he got his bearings, ben straightened himself and smiled brightly at you.

“Hey! You must be y/n, I'm Ben Park! It’s nice to meet you!”

He was the cheerful energetic type. Great. You avoided these types only because they were the ones most likely to dawdle and cause everyone to fall behind.

You kept your body and face neutral as you responded.

“You’re correct. Did you need me for something?”

Ben was visibly surprised at your abrasiveness, but he quickly got over it.

“Yeah, I'm trying to get my friend on the soccer team, but since he forgot to submit his form by the due date he wasn’t let in. He’s been on the team last season, and he’s really good, and I asked the coach to reconsider it, but he sent me to you. So is there any way you could let him join, just this once? Please?”

You nearly snorted at how desperate Ben sounded, already knowing your response.

“No. If your friend couldn’t follow a simple deadline, how are you going to convince me that he won’t skip practice, games, arrive late, or actually not perform well enough to be on the team? I don’t even know his grades or class rank.”

You had hoped that your response was enough to shut Ben down, but that was your mistake.

Instead, Ben's face lit up and he took your words as a challenge.

“Okay, I understand, but if I prove to you that he can be on the team tomorrow, will you let him in?”

You bit the edge of your tongue, mulling the proposal over.

Sure, you understood one bad day every once in a while, and you do like to think of yourself as a fair person so:

“Okay, fine. You have until the end of practice tomorrow.”

You narrow your eyes at Ben as he smiles widely at you, his body language brightening.

“Thank you, see you tomorrow!”

And he runs out of the room and that’s the last that you see of Ben until tomorrow.

The next day, you had barely made it onto campus before the sun was blocked by someone standing in front of you. You squint and look up, being met with Ben Park and a way too cheerful smile for seven thirty in the morning.

"Good morning, y/n! I brought Alex with me this time. Alex, this is y/n!" Ben moves so you're now looking at a different person. His body is more slender and lithe than Ben's heavily worked-on muscled frame. Alex was definitely fast, that much you could tell. He also was a lot quieter than Ben. You remembered him from last year, he was an asset to the team.

You relaxed knowing that your wager with Ben Park wasn't for nothing. You really didn't need to know any more about Alex since his record with the soccer team already speaks for him, but you were still wary about grades.

You took your thoughts and switched your focus from Ben to Alex, giving him a small smile. "Good morning, Alex, it's nice to meet you. Ben has informed me about your late application and your wanting to play soccer on the school's team this year. Is this all correct?" Alexs' eyes widened, probably not expecting to get straight to the point right away. His face dusts with a slight blush as he looks away from you in embarrassment, nodding yes. "Uh, yeah. That's true."

"Okay, how are your grades?" You press, wanting this conversation to be done already so you could head to class.

"My what- oh. uh, I'm in the B, B+ range." You nod. "Thanks, you can take your application to the soccer coach and tell him that I've approved of it and he can let you join the team."

"Wait, really?!" Ben butts in, nearly shoving Alex out of the way.

"Hey! What the hell man-"

"That fast? I thought you needed like his papers or something?" You politely smile at Ben's question and shook your head.

"No, Alex Go has been in soccer before, like you said yesterday. I know his reputation on the team. As long as he keeps his current grades up, there's no issue."

"HAH! Gogo, you sly dog, I thought you said you didn't do much last season?" Ben joked, taking Alex into a head lock. "Get off of me, you lump of muscle!" Alex protests, attempting to free himself.

"Well, if that's all, then I'll be heading inside. Class is about to start so I recommend you two going to class as well." You say, walking away.

"Hey, wait!" Ben called, causing you to turn around. "We're, uh, we're going to play pool after school today by the underpass. Are you busy?"

"No." You admit. "Well then you should join us! Meet us right here after school, we'll all walk there together!"

As much as you wanted to say no, you had already said that you having nothing planned. You sigh, mad that you've dug yourself a hole. "Sure."

Ben gives you a giant smile and waves you off, "Great! I'll see you here after school, then!"

"Good job, y/n." You mutter to yourself, turning away from the giant ball of energy. You were not enthused to be spending your time with a group of guys playing pool when you could be studying, but you weren't heartless.

You kept true to your word when the final bell rang and you collected your things from your desk and headed outside. You were met with Ben and Alex, “Hello, how many more are we waiting on?”

Your question startles the two and Ben is quick to answer. “Hey! You made it! Well, there’s Gray, Eugene, Gerard, Rowan, and Teddy, but I’m sure they’re on their way now.”

You freeze at the list of names. You were never one to enjoy socializing in big groups. "Um, okay. Sounds Good." You nod. It's just this once, then you can be left alone. You reassured yourself.

It only took a minute or two before you heard a new voice. "Hey guys! Sorry we're late!" You turn and see two more boys walking towards you, Ben, and Alex. "Eugene! Gray!" Ben cheers, waving his arms wildly above his head.

Eugene and Gray stop just before you, "Hello, who are you?" You look up and down at your schoolmate. He's short, considering the average size of males, and has an odd color of blue and gray eyes, purple-colored if the sun hits his irises just right, and to end the look, the boy has silvery ashen hair. If he's not Gray I'm going to have to rethink some things, you think.

"My name is y/n-" "And she's joining us for some pool! She got GoGo on the soccer team so I invited her as a thanks, isn't that right, y/n?" Ben nearly yowls, swinging an arms around your shoulders. "Y/n, this is Gray and Eugene." Alex informs you, so I was right. That's good, I don't feel like rethinking things. I'm already rethinking my agreement to go along with this.

"It's nice to meet you, Gray and Eugene." You end the introduction.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

You found yourself spending time with Gray and Eugene studying, playing cards with Rowan and Gerard, talking about your cat with Teddy, and enjoying Ben and Alexs' constant banter between themselves.

It took a while to warm up to Ben and his friends saying good morning and acknowledging your existence in the hallways of the schools. And it took even longer for you to get used to constantly being invited to things. But you adapted, like you always do, and found a makeshift family in your new group of friends.

Again;

pairing: jake x gn reader

synopsis: jake and y/n secretly like each other and after a night full of butterflies someone finally decides to make a move.

jake and y/n were nothing more but just friends, they met through Heeseung which was one of Y/N’s best friends. Heeseung and y/n grew up together, their parents were friends before they were even born so it was naturally bound to happen. They did everything together like loosing their baby teeth, learning how to ride a bike, went through puberty together, graduated together and even went to their middle school prom together because they didn’t have dates. Their classmates would teased them about dating and they hated it ! they would physically gag at the thought, because they saw themselves as sibling. Entering high school they wanted a fresh start and get rid those dating labels, so they made different friends but most of the time y/n would just end up hanging out with heeseung and his friends. By the end of the year y/n had a friend named Sunoo and heeseung had his little group of 5, and by the new year a transfer student was introduced to the class. Heeseung became friends with jake and introduced you two. Just like heeseungs other friends y/n had jake on social media and they couldn’t help but just feel attracted to him, they seemed comfortable with him, friendlier with him, they would sometimes even hang out with him alone. Something about him was different

“probably his accent” sunoo would say as he laid on your bed next to you, you shrugged “probably, i can’t believe he came all the way from Australia” you said scrolling through jake’s account again “he’s not bad looking too” sunoo said peeking over your phone “alright enough” i said locking my phone and getting up. Today you planned to go watch a new scary movie that recently came out with sunoo and Heeseung along with his friends. Sunoo and i walked out the house going down to Heeseung’s block to meet up with him seeing him outside waiting for you “heeseung!” you said running to him dramatically like if it was in slow motion, tossing yourself onto him as he hugged you back. You saw jake from behind talking to sunghoon laughing at whatever sunghoon said, then looking over to you giving you a smile making your heart flutter, as you waved back “Okay lets go!” jungwon said leading the way, jake was complaining on the way “ah i don’t do well with scary movies” he said whining just thinking about it, walking behind you with his hands resting on each of your shoulders shaking you lightly “i heard it was really scary” heeseung said trying to spook jake “stop teasing him” you said to heeseung playfully hitting his side.

Jay and Heeseung went to get the drinks and popcorn while you stayed behind with the rest of the group. A screening of the movie ended and people came out the room talking about it mentioning jump scares and not being able to sleep tonight “ah really guys im going crazy” jake said sitting back down next to you “Don’t be such a baby” niki said excited to see the movie, he was the one who planned this day. “i bet it’s not even that scary! they’re probably exaggerating” you told jake trying to calm him down. Once it was time you walked into the theater room sitting in between jake and sunoo, everyone was so into the movie but you couldn’t help but notice how close jake was next to you, he was leaning towards you. There was a point where you swore you would hear your heart beat, jakes hand would occasionally rub against yours as he laid it on the arm rest. You would look at his hand then back at the screen then to his hand again, you were not paying attention at all when everyone screamed over the movie and jake jumped in his seat and sunoo yelled next to you. You smiled at jake being so cute, covering his eyes with the sleeve of his cream colored sweater still leaving one arm on the arm rest. You looked over to jake once more meeting his eyes and quickly looking away feeling your cheeks turn burn, trying to focus on the screen but still feeling his gaze on you, with what felt like eternity he slowly looked back at the big screen but moved his hand closer to yours feeling the warmth of his hand next to yours, his fingers rubbed against yours almost as if he was asking permission to hold you hand. You took it as a chance to play with his fingers and he slowly intertwined your hands together sending butterflies in your stomach, you both smiled at each other looking back at the screen but after this you couldn’t focus. Throughout the movie jake would let out small yells shoving his head into your shoulder as you would laugh at him.

After the movie you guys decided to go home, jake wouldn’t leave your side and would keep his arm around your shoulders holding you close intertwining your hands on one side, the guys didn’t think too much of it considering they knew you two had feelings for each other. All the other guys went their ways and it was just heeseung,jake and you, “Jake can you take y/n home please and don’t do anything stupid” heeseung said glaring at jake as you arrived in front of his house “oh shut up! Bye hee! text me!” you said waving goodbye as he winked at you heading inside. You laughed shaking your head knowing he was teasing you for being alone with jake “are you gonna be able to sleep at night” you joked as jake playfully glared at you “it wasn’t that scary” he said trying to act tough “yeah okay, like if you weren’t jumping squeezing my hand” you said as you felt him rubbing his thumb against your hand. You arrived in front of your house not wanting to say goodbye to jake, “i had fun tonight” you said smiling at him looking down at your hand holding his “me too, we should do it again but this time just the two of us” he said kind of questioning it, not sure if you would feel the same “i would love that” you replied smiling back at him and he returned the smile “i’ll see you tomorrow?” jake asked as you nodded “good night y/n” he said kissing your forehead you closed your eyes taking in his scent and the feeling of his soft lips against your forehead. Fluttering your eyes open, your eyes meet his and he was so close to your face you looked back and forth from his eyes to his beautiful plump lips ‘just kiss him’ you thought to yourself and before you knew it you grabbed his shirt pulling him in for a kiss both of your lips resting on each other for seconds before they finally move in sync, as he smiled into the kiss and his big hands moving to the sides of your face pulling you closer than before. Your heart pounding against your chest slowly running out of breath as you pulled away to catch your breath and jake need to as well resting his forehead against yours breathing heavily “well that was bold” he said letting out a giggle “well ! you were looking at my lips too ! i saw you” you said embarrassed “i was, i’ve been wanting to do that since forever, i like you” jake admitted “i like you too jake” you replied shyly, jake tried to hard to bite back his smile but failed miserably dropping his head giggling at you “you’re so cute” he said wrapping his arms around you pulling you close for a hug resting his head on top of yours “now go inside it’s getting late” he said stepping back to let you inside “fine, i’ll see you tomorrow” you said already looking forward for tomorrow as jake nodded waving you off. You couldn’t help but want more from him, “jake” you said to him “mmh?” he replied back, you took another step towards him and gave him another peck as he smiled once more “again” he said and you replied with another peck “again, one more” he giggled wrapping his arm around your waist and you smiled giving him another passionate kiss not wanting to let each other go and this time he was the one to take control walking you backwards leaning you against the front door as your arms wrapped around his neck and your hands playing with his fluffy hair “do you want to sleep over?” you whispered against his lips as he smiled widely nodding his head.

HIGHWAY TO HELL feat. Toji Fushiguro

SUMMARY You wanted to test out a book you got from a garage sale. Just so you can get your money’s worth. When something goes wrong you think the book was useful after all.

WARNING Toji, smut, like two spanks, cunnilingus, gets a lil rough, not proofread.

WORD FROM ARTIST This is my first time writing smut y'all.… 2.5k+

HIGHWAY TO HELL

Why are you the dumbest person alive? If you’re even still alive, that is.

You used to believe you were actually pretty smart. You did well with A’s and B’s in high school and you got even better grades in college. But now, you’re not so sure you’re as smart as you thought.

You know you shouldn’t have picked up that dark magic book. Especially from that sketchy garage sale, you overheard coworkers at your server job talking about it. The pages were worn, dirty, and stained. Plus the cover barely held on, some duct tape being used as a half assed repair. You’ve watched more than enough horror movies to know doing something this stupid never ends well.

But here you are finishing the last step of one of the rituals in the dumb, blood red book. Most people on a Saturday night would be out at clubs and bars, taking shots and listening to whatever setlist the DJ set up for the night.

Surprisingly, you would be one of those people too if it wasn’t for your curiosity. Curiosity killed the cat, but you prayed that the same outcome wouldn’t happen to you. When you finally stepped through the door of your cute, one bedroom apartment, you recklessly flung off your shoes not caring where they landed and carried the thick book back to your room.

You just wanted to try it, see if it worked at least once. You doubt it would anyway.

Making it to your room, you decide against sitting in your bed and instead opt for sitting on your baby pink rug. The last thing you want to do is bring that dark energy to your bed.

You shouldn’t even bring it to your room but here you are.

Your bedroom is filled to the brim with different shades of pink and a collection of stuffed animals that happen to multiply every time you go shopping. Books lay hazardously in the furthest corner of your cozy room, your gaming setup’s lights turned on and have been for a while, brightening the area and making the room even better.

You stick out like a sore thumb in this room. Your closet consists mostly of baggier clothes, but you have a hefty amount of clothes for when you want to show off a little. One of these outfits you could’ve worn if you decided to go out tonight.

This dark magic book also sticks out like a sore thumb. But, you proceed anyway.

After spending about 10 minutes give or take, just skimming the pages, you stumble across one that seemed the most harmless.

Contacting a demon.

This was the most tame one in this book, which was unnerving and almost made you rethink your choice. You paid money for this though and the owner of the garage sale made it clear that you couldn’t return anything.

Hoping that creating an atmosphere would increase the chances of the ritual working, you turn off the lights and light some candles.

Fortunately, the ritual only has three steps.

The first two were pretty easy and straightforward. Grab some sticks and put them in a circle and Take some DNA and place it in the middle of your stick circle.

After reading the first step, you swung your feet over the side of your bed duvet, shuffled into your slippers, and picked some perfect sticks from the front of your apartment complex.

The last step in order to complete the ritual, is to close your eyes and say a chant.

Seems easy enough.

The chant doesn’t seem to be in English but you closed your eyes and tried your best not to completely butcher the chant.

After a generous amount of time you begin to feel silly and almost embarrassed.

‘Of course this wouldn’t work.’

With a sigh and slumped shoulder you open your eyes just to roll them at yourself. After having your vision clear from having your eyes shut so long, they focus on a large figure, with an amused look on his wide grin.

With a sigh and slumped shoulder you open your eyes just to roll them at yourself. After having your vision clear from having your eyes shut so long, they focus on a large figure, with an amused look on his wide grin.

On the desk sits two of the candles you once lit. They’ve both been blown out.

The figure moves closer as your mouth opens to let out an ear-piercing scream. A large hand lazily covers your mouth to muffle your voice.

It’s so close. So close you can finally see some of its details. It looks like a guy. A gorgeous one.

But it can’t be.

Your heart is racing and you’re scared shitless, but you think that money wasn’t completely wasted after all. The ritual worked.

“You fucked up the ritual you tried to do.”

The guy's voice sends a chill straight down your spine and to your core. It’s deep and slightly raspy.

This man can’t be real, not when he looks that good anyway.

His dark hair covers his forehead and the tips of his eyes, and a scar runs down his lip.

Fuck.

He stares blankly at you before remembering you can’t respond. His rough hand was still covering your mouth. Not that he asked a question for you to answer anyway.

He slowly removes his hot palm from your mouth, seeing if you would scream again.

Oddly you don’t.

“Huh?” Is all you can manage to say.

He grins wider at your dumbfounded state, “You said the chant wrong, I mean. There’s so many spells in that stupid book. A lot of spells are similar.”

“So instead of contacting a demon I actually summoned one?”

He adjusts his position on the floor into a more comfortable one. You would’ve never thought demons could get uncomfortable.

“Smart girl.”

Your hole flutters at the praise, even if you didn’t feel like a smart girl. You instantly feel shame. This is a demon, this is wrong.

Seemingly restless, the man stands up inspecting your room. He annoys you in the process.

“So how do I send you back-“ You look up at him for his name.

“Toji.” He offers, not paying you any mind.

“Right Toji.” The name feels good leaving your lips. You move to your bed from your old place on the floor. You need to get comfortable, this seems like It’ll take a while.

“Well that’s the thing.” He stares you down, as if you’re supposed to know what thing he’s talking about. There’s a lot of things wrong with this right now.

“What thing?” You stare at him dumbly. You don’t have time for this.

You didn’t say that when you were summoning the damn man.

Toji walks away from his place by your floor books and instead decides to sit next to you on the bed.

He glances at you blinking. Leaning down to pick up the magic book that was previously discarded on the floor, hands it to you.

“Read the first page.” He knows something you don’t. You really should’ve been more thorough before deciding to do something like this on a random Saturday.

Warning! In order to make an entity leave you must give them something.

You read aloud.

You look up at him to find him already staring at you.

Not responding right away his warm, big hand travels to the side of your face. He leans closer. So close your noses are almost touching.

He’s so beautiful.

His 6’2, 250lbs frame covers yours as his eyes lower to your lips. You can’t figure out the exact scent that reaches your nose when you’re this close to him, but his musk makes him that much more enticing.

“I want that something to be you, sweet thing.”

He sees the hesitation on your face. He can also see the desire.

The hand that isn’t on your face travels to cup your clothed cunt.

“But you’re-” You begin to stammer.

“A demon?” He finishes, not seeming bothered by your tone. He couldn’t blame you for being wary. But he would show your cute self a good time.

“That’s what makes it fun.”

This is so wrong. But you can’t help the way your skin heats up under his touch. You can feel yourself getting wetter the closer he gets.

His slightly chapped lips capture yours in a hungry kiss. The kiss is filthy, the tension fills the room like a fish tank and you can practically see the desire oozing out of his body.

You can no longer tell which tongue is yours and which one is his because both of them are overlapping. His hands trail lower, cupping underneath your jean-clad thighs and picking you up from the edge of the bed.

Toji’s lips eventually leave yours. A dissatisfied whine escapes your plush lips as your dazed gaze focuses on his.

“Patience baby.” He warns.

He unbuttons your jeans and slides them down your thighs slowly, almost as if he’s trying to tease himself. He then moves you closer to your headboard. Even though he warned you, he’s also affected by your lips not connecting with his.

You tug on his black compression shirt, trying to pull it off him. It hugs his body deliciously, you can’t even imagine what it would look like off of him.

“I wan’ it off” You tug again.

He pulls away from you quickly, and takes his compression shirt and sweats off in record time.

He reconnects your lips.

He takes your bunched up shirt off of you, throwing it behind him, but instead of taking off your bra too, he just pulls the cups underneath your soft boobs. Your nipple hardens due to the cold air filling up your room.

The sight of you sprawled out all pretty for him is a sight for sore eyes. Like an angel.

An angel for his demon.

He captures a hard nipple in his mouth sucking on the budding flesh while groping the other boob.

You mewl, writhing in his grasp. Without removing his lips from your boobs, he slides your pink panties down your thighs. You pussy clenches from the brush of his arms across your thighs.

“Such a pretty pussy,” He groans as he lowers himself so that he's face level with your cunt.

“Thank you.” You mumble.

“So polite.” He seems to be talking to himself almost. He stares at your cute little clit getting close but never touching.

Growing shy, you begin to close your legs. But before you can fully close them a slap on your thigh causes you to yelp.

“Keep them open. I want to see you” He glares, finally touching you. He rubs you up and down collecting your slick.

“M’ sorry.” you twitch.

“I know you didn't mean to be bad, sweetheart. Just keep them spread for me.”

He knows exactly where to touch to get you pent up. He slowly inserts two fingers and curls them to hit exactly where you need them.

You moan out making eye contact with him from your place on your back. He stares back up at you with dark eyes. While maintaining eye contact his lips wrap around your clit and suck softly.

You grip his hair causing him to moan out with an eye roll. He moves his tongue around your pussy trying to get all the juices you leak. His tongue trails lower to your hole and licks what he can, while his fingers are still pistoning in and out of you.

You can feel your release building up. You try to warn him, but the pleasure is taking your breath.

“gonna’ cum!” You manage between moans.

“Give it t’me.” The vibrations of his words are the push you needed to tip you over the edge. With the loudest moan yet, your back arches trying to move away from him. He grips your thighs holding you in place making your fluids spray his chin and the sheets below you.

He keeps swirling his tongue to make you ride your high out before his face comes up to face yours. He takes his fingers out of your hole and holds them up to your face.

“Suck.”

Without any words, you stare up at him and suck your release off of his fingers making his dick twitch at the sight.

You're such a cute thing, so pliant.

Pulling his fingers out, he handles you like a doll flipping you over without any effort. You automatically arch, wiggling your ass as an invitation.

He swats it smirking at the sight.

You whine, looking back to watch him pull his boxers down. He's so– big. He’s about 9 inches with a vein running down to his base. His tan, mushroom tip leaks white pearls that drip onto the already messy sheets.

He rubs his tip along your sensitive slit making you quiver. He slowly pushes in, forcing your arch deeper.

He gives you little time to adjust before plowing into your wet cunt.

Plap, plap, plap.

The sound of your ass hitting his pelvis as you attempt to bury your moans into the stuffed bear you got at the fair.

He notices your actions and wraps both his hands around your throat, using that as leverage.

“You’re big!” You slur your words, your eyes rolling to the back of your head for what seems like the hundredth time.

“Yeah? Tell me where you feel me?“ Toji takes one hand off your neck to rub your swollen clit.

You slowly move one hand down your waist to push on your stomach, where you feel his tip reaching.

“M’ Right here!” The pressure of his pounding mixed with your hand makes it almost too much to handle, but it's too good to stop.

Pounding sloppily into your soaking pussy, Toji rubs onto your clit even faster. He can tell you’re about to cum again.

“Slow down!” Your voice grows higher in pitch as you try to push on his abdomen. He catches your hands and holds them behind your back, making his thrusts harder as punishment.

“You can take it.” He grunts.

You pussy clenches around him once again. You’ve lost track of how many times you’ve both come. He’s so mean the way he bullies his cock into you.

He is insatiable.

Your eyes can’t help but roll back as he hunches over you. His mean grin comes into view as you look over your shoulder.

You splutter, “So’ good Toji!”

“Mhm?”

Without another word you cum again, your unfocused eyes black out for a second at the intensity of your orgasm.

Toji follows soon after with an airy whine. You’re boneless as you fall out of your arch and flat onto the bed. Fatigue hits you as your eyes begin to close.

Toji slowly pulls out careful not to stimulate you even more. The last thing you remember before sleep hit you is a wet cloth cleaning your sweaty body off.

The next morning you wake up to a sore body and a page of the spell book flipped open.

How to summon Toji– the incubus demon.

© astrokatsuki 2023

Runaway Ginerbread

A/N: this is a work in progress.. I wanted to know what y'all think. This is for my Christmas special fanfic.

Tag gang: @mal-urameshi @s0lam33y @xchoxix

Summary: Riri wants to her dad this Christmas. A win for a win.

Chapter 1: Sugar Cookies 

Riri knew what she wanted for Christmas this year. The young seven years old girl waited in line to see the man who make her wish come true. Her mom, Auntie Ayo, and Auntie Aneka were around somewhere in the store. Far for Riri to feel like a big kid but not too far if she need help with something. Afterall Riri was going to have for own private meeting with one special person. And that special person was Santa Claus. Father Christmas if you want to be formal.  And St. Nick to his friends. 

Riri bit her lip as she waited for her turn there was three more kids ahead of her. 

“Neverous?” Riri turned her head to see a large man with tattoos on his arms. If riri was any other kids she would cry and ran to her mama. But she dealt with scary looking people, like her Auntie Ayo. 

“Aren’t you too big to be an elf?” Riri questioned the tall man. She knew she was being rude, but this guy was making her lose her focus. 

The man gave a smirk, “Yeah, but the benefits are wonderful. Nice healthcare and pension in the North Pole.”

“I guess Santa needs someone in tall to help take of the reindeers,” Riri nodded along with the man’s knowledge. 

Santa Claus gave a cherry smile at Riri, “Now how can 

“Just a couple of things, but we already discussed in my letter,” Riri waved her hand as she twisted on her fingers together, “I just wanted to add one more thing.”

Santa gave a laugh, “Sure what else you want to add?”

“I want to see my dad,” Riri rushed out her courage was quickly dwelling as she talked to the man who can make her dreams come true. Santa looked like he ate a sour lemon.

“Y-you can’t do it can you?” Riri questioned.

Santa sadden he made a child sad, “I wish I could but my magic is for things not people.”

Riri was mad at herself for not thinking about that. Santa is known for making kids dream come true by dolls and toy trains. Not poeple. And certainly not dads.

Riri slipped herself the couch feeling very embarrassed, “ Well thanks anyway Santa. The newest lego sets will be great.”

Before Santa could say anything Riri raced off to her mama and her aunties. 

“So how did it go talking to the big man?” Auntie Ankea joked. 

Riri shrugged, “It was okay, he got me for the nest lego set.”

“That’s if you’re good,” Okoye replied. 

“I’m always good,” Riri replayed as she wrapped her hand into her mama’s. 

She wanted to find her father. Riri was aware her father wasn’t dead, she asked about if he died by her mom.  Okoye gave her a questionable look to her. 

“No, my pebble. He isn’t dead,” Okoye said to her as she looped her index finger around Riri’s beaded hair. Riri’s eyebrows pinched together.

“Then,” Riri started, “Where is he?” 

Okoye looked like deer in headlights before her mind reboot itself, “You know around.”

“Why haven’t I met him?” Riri asked as her mom slipped on her bonnet for her. If he wasn’t dead, he should know Riri was around, right? Okoye gave her kiss on her forehead. 

“If only it was that simple,” her mother replied, “Enough thinking about that. You have school tomorrow and you know who I have on speed dail.”

“Santa Claus,” Riri mumbled out as she laid her head on her pillow. Her mom gave one more kiss before she turn her light off. 

In the dark Riri could help but let her mind think. Finding her father shouldn’t be that hard. It would’ve been easier if Santa could magical power to find him. Riri was a smart kid, that what her family said.  If she is that smart than she could find her father in no time. She could find  her own dad by herself. She just needed to figure out his name. Based on how sad her mom looked when she asked her about him. Riri couldn’t ask her for help, her next best bet was one of her Auntie Ankea or Auntie Ayo. That why the big man can focus on getting the newest collection of legos she’s been asking for. 

                                 A simple plan for a simple problem. 

Dear diary,

I guess Lenora is not that bad.

There is something good about this place, at least I am not "zombie boy" anymore.

It's been three months since we moved to this new place and I have not been bullied at school... yet. I'm trying to blend in the background because I don't need anyone paying too much attention to me. I don't feel safe in this place and I don't feel at home but I'm glad I can rest for a bit. I sometimes think they are laughing at me when I hear someone laugh in the corridor but it always ends up being my imagination... no one really knows who I am here. I'm just the new quiet kid to them, not the nerd or the queer kid or the kid that died and came back to life. I like it better this way, I mean, obviously I like better being invisible than being constantly ridiculed... who wouldn't? Well, actually, I'm not really invisible, some kids are trying to talk to me in class even if they are not succeeding much at getting close to me because I don't really know what to say most of the time... I'm starting to think some of them may be like me. They dress in a very particular way, I really like it but I know that's exactly what I can't start doing if I want to stay safe... and I can't be their friend either. I'm not brave like them and I just care about surviving and ending high school in one piece at this point. El is the one having problems at school, I feel bad for not having the courage to protect her in a better way, but in my experience talking back to the assholes only makes it worse. I don't really know how to help her, I'm just trying to be there for her and give her support when I think she needs it. I know she's strong. I think she was always stronger than me.

So, yeah, except for El's problems this place has been very uneventful for now, at least compared to the last year... and I hope it stays like this for me. I hope the stuff with the Upside Down is over for good. I have not felt the Mindflayer since the battle at the mall and I would like for that to be my new reality.

Things are not terrible but they are definitely not perfect.

I really miss my Party.

I really miss joking around with Lucas and talking about experiments with Dustin, I really miss listening to what Max thinks about the new issue of Wonder Woman. I miss them all and I really, really miss Mike most of all. Thinking about him makes me want to start screaming at the moment because he hasn't called me much and we haven't talked about anything important and I really miss his voice.

I don't know how to stop feeling like this for him. I don't think I remember a time when I didn't feel like this for Mike.

He is sending a lot of letters to El but ignoring me and I'm so angry at him because I thought we would be fine even if I had to move... I thought he did want to stay my friend at least, but I'm starting to think he doesn't.

I should have known that, since that fight we had last summer... things have been different between us.

I'm not sure if he knows about me... God, I really hope he doesn't. I don't want him to think that I'm weird too... I mean, I don't think he would? I hope he wouldn't feel like that, but I'm not sure. I can't even imagine what he would think if he knew how I felt about him. Would he be surprised? feel awkward? feel like I'm disgusting for having those thoughts about him?

I don't know.

I miss him so much and I'm going insane because I really try to avoid thinking about him when I can, but I'm constantly dreaming about him and it's like I can't escape my feelings.

I dream about us... I dream about things that make me feel really ashamed when I wake up in the morning.

The worst thing is that I don't really want to stop dreaming about him, about us. I dream about kissing him sometimes and I never even kissed anyone... I really wanted him to be my first kiss.

Sometimes I think it would have happened if things stayed how they were when I came back from the Upside down and El wasn't back yet... when he was focused on me instead of always thinking about girls, well, one girl.

The girl he loves.

I should feel bitter about knowing that he loves her, but I can't blame him. El is everything good in this world, and I want her to be happy. I want them to be happy. I really do want him to be happy even if he doesn't care about me anymore.

I think love is making me a fool, but I guess that's the only option for people like me, we can only be fools... dreaming about things that will never happen

1986 is Batshit

Eddie Munson x FOC x Steve Harrington

summary: Patching up Steve in the Upside Down, Eddie feels like this whole thing is a hallucination. Maybe he’s the one with rabies.

warnings: fluff, blood, descriptions of steve’s injuries as displayed in 4.07, established Steve x OC, implied polyamory

A/N: A future look into the fourth installment of Inside Out. I was hoarding this for myself as a test scene, but everyone has Eddie feels and a few people have asked. First installment is complete with second installment in progress! 

[ Incidentally my OC is also named Christine so...if you’re new here, sorry lol ]

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It was supposed to be his year. 

The moment the clock struck midnight on New Year’s Eve, Eddie Munson had known it was his year: 1986. This was the year it worked out. This was the year that everything changed. Instead—well, no—not instead. It wasn’t like he was wrong. Things had definitely changed, and they were definitely changed forever and fucking always; it just wasn’t the change he’d been angling for. 

This year—his third senior year—was supposed to be the year that he graduated and left the shithole that was Hawkins, Indiana behind. He’d scrape by in his classes, run the most badass D&D campaign the school had ever or would ever see, play a few shows with his band, and maybe—just maybe—see a little action outside of his right hand. He wasn’t looking to lock himself into a relationship or anything, but it would be nice to get some attention from someone who wasn’t angling for a discount on their drugs. 

Maybe that was his downfall. He should’ve known it was too good to be true when Chrissy Fucking Cunningham asked to come by his place after the game. She’d been sweet, she’d been nice, she’d been fucking gold—right up until she’d levitated into the air and had her eyes sucked out. 

He’d wished that things were going to change, but if he’d known that “change” meant being suspected of murder, going on the lam, being traumatized by spell-casting monsters from another dimension, and then diving headfirst into that dimension with the weirdest bunch of ragtag teens he could be pressed to imagine… 

Yeah, maybe he wouldn’t have wished so hard. 

“Shit, fuck, motherfucking shit—” 

“Eddie,” Robin hissed, “less cursing, more running!” 

She passed him, diving headlong into the dark, spooky trees that made up the dark, spooky forest and leaping over the dark, spooky tendrils of creeping vines on the ground. Eddie gracelessly jumped over another just as it wiggled, making him squeal another curse and pick up the pace. The whole thing was a fucking nightmare. 

He brought up the rear of the group, letting everyone else make the important decisions like where to run, when to hide, and what they were gonna do next. He didn’t feel qualified to make any of those calls. Then again, if you’d asked him yesterday, he wouldn’t feel like any of his companions were qualified either. 

Robin Buckley: a kindred weirdo, hypothetically. She was at the opposite end of the band kid spectrum, with her trumpet and dorky marching band uniform. She didn’t exactly conform, but even Eddie knew she was an oddball, no matter how smart she was. 

Nancy Wheeler: a certified princess at Hawkins High. She wasn’t the same kind of popular as Chrissy Cunningham—Nancy ran the newspaper instead of the cheer squad—but she was still an all-star, extra-curricular, brown-nosing prep, dressed head to toe in pink and frills. 

Steve Harrington: somehow even worse. Eddie had always seen him as the epitome of a washed-up jock, an airhead who’d staked through high school on nothing but his good looks and charisma, then gone on to work a boring retail job where he had no prospects and no future. 

Christine Walcott: a total nerd, which…wasn’t really an insult, coming from Eddie. Christine was alright. After he’d recruited Henderson for Hellfire, befriending her had come naturally. At the very least, he respected the shit out of her. He knew that she was smart, tough, hard to scare. She’d even put Billy Hargrove in the hospital, if the rumors were true. Of the five of them, Eddie imagined Christine as the best candidate to handle the situation—fighting monsters, solving mysteries, saving the world—but somehow, here he was marching right behind her. 

 Eddie “The Freak” Munson: outcast, drug dealer, and weirdo extraordinaire. He drove a piece of crap van and was one bad grade away from becoming a high school dropout, his only talents playing the guitar, rolling a solid joint, and running away from his problems. He was getting real good at that. 

Even so, he was the last person to reach Skull Rock—or whatever he was supposed to call the version of Skull Rock in this parallel dimension. The others were standing in a circle, already deep in conversation about things he could barely comprehend. 

“I don’t like this,” Nancy was saying as she shook her head. “Why wouldn’t they just attack us?” 

“Excuse me?” Steve wheezed on Eddie’s right, hands clutching the gaping wound in his side where he’d been bitten. “You’re joking, right? Tell me you’re joking.” 

“No, she’s right,” Christine said from Steve’s other side. “The first wave attacked us, but the second—they were just sitting there in front of the gate. They easily could have finished us off, but instead it’s like—like they were just trying to stop us from leaving.” 

“Is that really bad?” Eddie asked. “Because like—that sounds really fucking bad.” 

“Well, they’re a hive mind,” Robin offered. “You said the Demodogs would listen to the Mind Flayer right? So if the—the Demobats or whatever called off their attack—” 

“Then someone told them to,” Nancy finished, nodding along. “Someone like Vecna.” 

“Which means he knows we’re here,” Christine added, “and he doesn’t want anyone killing us before he gets to us himself.” 

“Great,” scoffed Steve. “That’s real comforting. Thanks.” 

Eddie gulped, swallowing a pitiful whimper of cowardice. He should’ve stayed in the fucking boat. At least being arrested had a higher survival rate than rabies from mutated bat attacks. 

“Okay, one thing at a time.” Nancy shook her head again and Eddie could practically see her step into manager-mode. “We can only hide here for so long, and we’re going to need supplies: weapons, first aid—” 

“Hi, can we skip to the part where we find another way out?” Robin asked. 

 “We don’t know if there is another way out.” 

“But we can find out. We can do the compass thing like Dustin, right, Chrissy?” 

“Sure, if we had a compass.” 

“I thought you did have a compass.” 

“Yeah, Robin, in my bag, which I left on the boat when I dove into the lake!” 

“…well, that seems like an oversight.” 

“Robin, I swear to God—” 

The argument ended abruptly as Steve’s legs buckled. Eddie and Christine both dove to catch him, each grabbing one arm to keep him upright. Steve swayed heavily on his bare feet, barely able to keep his eyes open even as he complained. 

“M’fine. Sorry, I—it’s fine—” 

“Shut up, Steve,” Christine snapped. “Eddie—” 

“Yeah, I got him.” 

Together they hauled Steve across the clearing, towing him toward the rocks where he could sit down and catch his breath. He groaned as he leaned against the largest boulder and Christine began to fret over his wounds. Eddie tried to scoot back to give them some privacy, but in the cave-like alcove of Skull Rock, there wasn’t a lot of space. He sat back on his heels as Christine ghosted her hands over Harrington’s chest, slick with sweat, lake water, and blood. 

“Huh,” Steve mumbled, his eyes closed, but his lips tugging into a smirk. “Déjà vu, huh?” 

Christine glared at him. “No. You weren’t bleeding out last time.” “Yeah, but I was definitely shirtless.” 

Eddie wrinkled his nose and scooted a few feet further away. “Gross, dude.” 

“Sorry,” Christine apologized on his behalf. “He gets like this when he’s scared.” 

“I’m not scared,” Steve argued. “Seriously, Chris, I’m fine. I just needed to—ow! Ow, ow, ow—” 

“Sorry!” 

 He hissed in pain as her fingers brushed his side, where he’d gotten the brunt of the bites. Even at a distance, Eddie could tell that it was far from fine. More than bite marks, Steve had gouges of flesh missing from his abdomen, small chunks ripped away by tiny fangs. The bleeding was slowing down, but Eddie had a feeling that wasn’t as promising as it should have been; he’d already lost a lot of blood. 

Christine peeled off her flannel shirt, hurriedly folding it into a long strip. “Eddie, can you lift him up?” 

“Huh? Oh—yeah, I—sure.” 

He crawled over to Harrington’s side, reached out, then hesitated and pulled his hand back. His eyes darted from spot to spot, trying to figure out the best way to grab him without making things worse, his fingers twitching anxiously through the air. 

“Dude, I’m fine,” Steve insisted. His eyes were still clenched closed, but he lifted his right arm and sat up as much as he could. “I don’t need—” 

“Steve,” Christine repeated sternly. “Shut up.” 

Eddie cocked his head to the side with an uneasy laugh. “You heard her, man.” 

He pulled Steve’s arm around his shoulders, then slipped his own arm behind Steve’s back, taking care not to aggravate the harsh scratches where he’d been dragged across the ground. He eased Steve up to his knees, trying to support the bulk of his weight without actually having to touch him. Steve didn’t seem to have that problem. His fingers dug into Eddie’s shoulder, his other hand clutching at Eddie’s to keep him balanced. 

Christine knelt in front of them, looking up with hesitant eyes. “You ready?” 

“Yeah,” Steve said through clenched teeth. “Yeah, just do it.” 

She bit her lip, but obliged. Gently as she could, she pressed the thickest folds of the fabric against Steve’s side, then wrapped her arms around him to tie it. Steve let out a low groan, tipping his head back to hide the way his face screwed up in pain. Eddie squeezed his hand in his best attempt at support. 

“You good, dude?” 

“Super,” Steve said breathlessly. “I’m—yup, good.” 

He let go of Eddie’s hand to push his hair out of his face. Eddie made sure to keep watching him, monitoring his face for signs of discomfort as Christine rushed to tie off the cuffs of the shirt. She tucked the last few inches of sleeve into the band of Steve’s pants, then gently patted him on the chest. 

“Okay, done. You did good. It’s okay.” 

The words caused Steve to sag in Eddie’s grip, and he quickly lowered them both back to the ground. Eddie slipped his arms from Steve’s torso and wiped his hands on his ripped jeans, trying to erase the feeling of Steve’s sweat. Then, at a loss, he reached out to ruffle Steve’s hair. 

“Chin up, Harrington. You made it.” 

Steve tried to smack Eddie’s hand away, but the response was so sluggish that he missed completely. 

“Munson, you touch my hair again, I bite your head off next.” 

Eddie snorted and moved to sit against the opposite wall. Christine was still lingering in front of Steve, her fingers tracing through the patch of hair on his chest, unable to meet his eye. Eddie knew he should probably get up and move, give them a little bit of privacy, but before he could summon the energy, Christine was whispering. 

“Just hang on a little longer, okay?” she told Steve in a soothing voice. “We’ll figure this out and…and we’ll get you back.” 

“I know you will.” Steve gave her a soft smile. “Seriously, Chris. I’m not worried. I’m fi—” 

“Don’t say you’re fine. Because if—if you say you’re fine and then you’re not fine, I—Steve, I can’t do that.” 

“Now you sound like Max.” 

“Well…what if she’s right?” Her voice broke as she finally looked up at Steve. “We’ve been fighting this thing for years, and every time it’s close call after close call. We…we’re not gonna keep getting lucky. Eventually…eventually someone’s not coming back.” 

“Hey.” Steve cupped her cheek, forcing her to hold his gaze. “You don’t know that. I mean, I’m a pretty lucky guy. I scored you, right?” 

“Steve—” 

“I mean it. We’ve been through a lot of shit, but…I don’t know. I feel like we’ve got more shit to go through, like—okay, that doesn’t sound good when I say it like that, but I mean—” 

Christine leaned forward, catching him in a kiss and silencing the rest of his explanation. Steve sighed in content, his fingers sliding from her chin back into her hair. 

Eddie quickly averted his eyes. Quietly as he could, he folded his arms on his knees and buried his face in his elbow. He felt bad for eavesdropping, but in the small space, even their breathing was impossible to ignore. He could hear it when Steve groaned again, when their lips finally broke apart, when they exchanged quiet I love you’s. He heard Christine sniffle, make some excuse about checking in with Nancy, and then shuffle away into the woods. 

Still, Eddie sat with his face in his arms, trying not to move or draw attention to himself. He felt like he’d trespassed on something he wasn’t supposed to see, which was dumb because Steve and Christine had both known he was there. It wasn’t like he’d snuck in to spy on them. Of course they were comfortable kissing in public. They’d been a thing for like a year, if he remembered right—longer, if all the shit from the rumor mill was true. Eddie was the one being weird about their PDA. 

It was a few minutes before he finally felt comfortable enough to look up again. Christine was long gone, probably outside talking with Nancy and Robin, by the sounds of it. Under the rock, it was just him and Steve—Steve “The Hair” Harrington. He looked a paler, but maybe that was just the contrast to his girlfriend’s red flannel around his stomach. His eyes were closed under the wayward locks of damp hair, and his chest— 

Eddie froze. He wasn’t trying to be weird by staring at the dude’s chest, but he was pretty sure it wasn’t moving. There was just enough ambient light that his skin was shiny with sweat, but it was shiny in a way that wasn’t changing, but it should be changing at least a little bit because his chest should be moving when he was breathing, and if his chest wasn’t moving— 

“Harrington.” Eddie scooted forward across the dirt, cautiously nudging Steve’s foot with his shoe. “Yo, Harrington. You still with me?” 

Steve made a noise of protest. “M’fine.” 

Eddie was so relieved, he flopped right down into the dirt. 

“Dude,” he sighed, grinning up at the boulder above him. “You just scared the fucking shit out of me. Holy shit.” 

Steve had just enough energy to chuckle. Eddie could hear his breath hitch whenever it caused him pain, but Steve just kept laughing. 

Eddie lifted his head to give him a curious look. “Uh…should I ask Buckley if hysterics are a symptom of rabies?” 

“No, no, I’m—ha—I’m good.” 

“O-kay…what’s so funny?” 

“Nothing.” Steve grinned, mopping his hair out of his face again. “I just get a kick out of that: scaring the shit out of Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson. Feel like I deserve a badge or something.” 

A week ago, a comment like that from a guy like Steve Harrington would have made Eddie’s blood boil. Now, lying with him in another dimension, at Skull Rock of all places, Eddie’s face split into a wide smile. 

“I’ll do you one better.” With a sudden burst of energy, he hopped to his feet, shrugged off his denim vest, and folded it neatly in half. Steve raised an eyebrow as Eddie sank into a bow at his feet. “I present you with the very shirt off my back, m’lord. A show of gratitude for your bravery, valor and—you know, all that shit.” 

“Wow. I’m honored.” 

Even though Steve’s voice was dripping with sarcasm, it didn’t stop him from accepting the vest. He winced as he sat up again, but waved Eddie off when he moved to help. It took him a few extra seconds to slip his arms through the holes, his muscles stiff and store from the fight, but eventually, he was able to sag back against the stone, vest properly in place over his chest. 

“So?” he asked, holding his hands out for assessment. “How do I look?” 

Eddie considered him. Things had felt a little awkward when Steve started stripping on the boat. It should’ve been better now that he was covered up, but somehow, the vest made him look even more…Eddie wasn’t sure what the right word was. There was also the innate comedy of seeing preppy Steve Harrington sporting a Megadeth patch and heavy metal pins, but again, somehow he pulled it off. With the red flannel and grime and the bruises on his neck, it just made him look… 

“Damn good, Harrington. Metalhead suits you.” 

Steve snorted as Eddie plopped down next to him in the dirt. “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind if we ever get out of this shit hole.” 

“Woah, hold on,” said Eddie, looking over in concern. “What happened to ‘I’m fine,’ ‘I’m a lucky guy’?” 

 “Nah,” Steve sighed. “I mean, we’re lucky, but we’re not that lucky. All the bullshit that’s gone on in this town…it’s put her through the wringer. She lost Barb, then she lost El for a while, now she’s lost El and Hopper. She’s been through enough. I don’t want her to worry about me.” 

“…okay, granted, I’ve never done the whole relationship thing, but I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works.” 

Steve didn’t reply; no laugh, no arguing, no snappy reply, not even a sigh. He just stared at the ground in front of him, solemn and despondent. 

Eddie watched him, nervously fiddling with the rings on his left hand. He was in no position to give relationship advice. He was probably less qualified to talk about that than he was to discuss the “Upside Down.” But he wasn’t about to leave Harrington hanging either. 

“You know, you and Walcott are good together.” 

Steve lifted his head and, dare Eddie even think it, his eyes looked hopeful. 

“Yeah?” 

“Totally,” Eddie assured him. “Don’t get me wrong; when you two went public, I was clutching my pearls with the rest of ‘em. Even without bringing Wheeler into it, you guys were pushing the envelope of Hawkins cliques. I mean, King Steve? Dating nerdy, little Chrissy—what did that dickhead used to call her?” 

“Psycho Bitch,” Steve supplied. “Yeah, Tommy was a real asshole.” 

“That’s right, Tommy H. What a fucker. Anyway—I remember thinking, ‘How the hell does that work?’ Now, though—now, I get it. The way you guys take care of each other. I guess that’s the upside to fighting bloodthirsty monsters year after year.” 

He smiled cheekily, but Steve didn’t say anything. He was looking at the ground again, pensive this time. 

“You know something?” he said at last, a small smile playing on his lips. “I don’t think it has anything to do with that.” 

Eddie raised a brow. “No?” 

“Nope. I mean—the first time, definitely. Will going missing started a whole bunch of shit that everyone got dragged into and—hell, if that hadn’t happened, I might not have cleaned up my act. But everything after that…” 

The thought fell away as he ran a thumb along his lower lip. Eddie hoped he was reminiscing and not slipping into some kind of coma; he wasn’t prepared for that. 

“Nancy would’ve dumped me either way,” Steve continued. “Even back then I knew she was gunning for Jonathan. That was only a matter of time. And Chris…she still would’ve been there for me. She still would’ve teased me and cheered me up, and I still would’ve gotten twisted over guys like Billy Hargrove flirting with her. Henderson definitely nudged us along when we got stuck on babysitting duty, but…I like to think I would’ve seen it on my own. Eventually. That even without all the monsters and government agents and conspiracy theories, I still could have been the guy she deserves.” 

Steve continued to stare at the ground as he thought that over. It was a few seconds before he noticed Eddie staring at him. 

“What?” 

“Nothing,” Eddie answered, grinning in disbelief. “Just—dude, did you walk right out of a John Hughes movie or something?” 

“Ah, shut the hell up, Munson.” 

“No, I’m serious. That shit was beautiful. You keep talking like that I might have to kiss you myself.” 

He leaned teasingly close to Steve’s face, happy to sustain a sharp elbow to the ribs in return. At least Steve was still strong enough to hit him. 

“Ow! So, that’s a no?” 

Steve smiled and shook his head. “You gotta talk to Chrissy, man. She calls all the shots.” 

“Figures Walcott’s in charge.” 

“Always.” 

Eddie quirked an eyebrow and stole a glance at Steve out of the corner of his eye. The way the conversation was going, Eddie was starting to worry the guy was delirious from blood loss, but Steve was still breathing. He had his head tipped back again, resting against the wall with his eyes closed, smirking to himself. Eddie could only imagine what sort of fever dreams he was having now, but he decided to leave him to it. 

“I’m gonna check on the girls,” Eddie announced, getting to his feet again. “Don’t die on me, Harrington.” 

“I’ll do my best,” Steve assured him without opening his eyes. 

 Eddie hovered at the edge of the clearing, still watching him. He’d just had a whole-ass conversation with Steve “The Hair” Harrington—a good one. What a fucking trip. 

Shaking his head at himself, he jogged a few steps down the hill toward the girls—only to stop short. Nancy and Robin were both at the tree line, talking in hushed voices and pointing in different directions. Eddie looked left, looked right, but Christine was nowhere to be found. Panic flooded his veins, visions of Chrissy Cunningham’s broken bones flashing before his eyes. Just before he started screaming, Robin caught his eye. She jerked her head back toward Skull Rock, indicating the dark forest behind it. With a half-hearted smile, she turned back to Nancy. 

Eddie clutched his chest, where his heart was still pounding away. He kept having to remind himself that his classmates had done this before; if they weren’t freaking out, he probably didn’t need to freak out. Christine was around here somewhere, probably looking for some alone time to catch her breath and get her worries under control. He could respect that—and he should’ve—but it was hard to think when he could still hear his pulse in his ears. 

 He found her pretty quickly. She’d gone around to the other side of Skull Rock, leaning against the boulder for support. The way her shoulders were shaking, Eddie realized at once that he’d made a mistake. He wanted to backtrack, but Christine had already heard his rustling footsteps. Her head popped up, eyes wide and watery, her cheeks streaked dirt and tears. It almost looked like war paint. 

“Sorry,” Eddie said at once. “I was just—you weren’t—I can go—” 

“It’s fine.” Christine’s voice was thick as she wiped her eyes. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have wandered off. God, I need to pull it together.” 

She was scolding herself, but made no move to leave. Eddie took that as his invitation to stray a little closer. 

“Hey, no judgement from me. My weekend was full of crying. Seriously. That boatshed they found me in? That used to be a regular shed.” 

It didn’t make a lot of sense, but it succeeded in pulling a laugh out of her. Christine carded her hands through her hair, leaning back against the rocks once more. 

“I’m sorry,” she apologized again. 

 “It’s really—” 

“No, it’s not. You haven’t done this before, but we have, which means we should be working on a plan to get out of here and clear your name, instead of hiding in the woods bawling my eyes out—” 

“Hey.” Eddie ducked down to catch her gaze. “You’re fine, Chrissy. Your eyes are still firmly seated in your skull, I promise you.” 

Christine didn’t appreciate the joke as much as he did. She rolled her eyes in exasperation, but even then, he was pretty sure she was hiding a smirk. 

“What about you?” she asked. 

“Me? I mean, I can still see you, so I assume my eyes—” 

“Not that.” 

She fixed him with a knowing look and Eddie deflated. He sucked his teeth bitterly and folded his arms over his chest. 

“You know, for a rogue, your persuasion modifier is a real bitch.” 

“I’m aware,” Christine replied with a smirk, “and I chose my proficiencies very carefully. It’s not all stealth and perception checks, you know.” 

Eddie clapped a hand over his heart and doubled over, playing up his groan of agony. “God, you’re killing me, Princess. I’m begging you, when we get back, just one—” 

“I’m not coming to Hellfire. Don’t change the subject.” 

He sighed dramatically, letting his head fall back as he spun in circle, trying to dodge the question. He screwed around for a few more seconds, but he knew it was futile. There was something about Christine Walcott that always made him cave. 

“I’ve been worse. Seriously,” he added when she cocked an eyebrow. “I don’t know how my life got so fucked up that being stranded in a parallel dimension and hunted by the minions of Vecna and Demogorgon, King of Demons, isn’t the worst day of my fucking life, but…I’ve honestly been worse.” 

He gave her a wry smile and clapped his hands together. The fact was that he did know how his life had gotten fucked up, and it had all started with that visit from Chrissy Cunningham. He wasn’t sure life could get much worse than watching someone die like that and then being accused of murder. 

Eddie didn’t say that out loud, but Christine mirrored his smile in understanding. 

“Still. I’m sorry for botching your spring break.” 

“Right,” Eddie snorted, “well you got arrested, dragged to another dimension, and then bandaged your boyfriend’s precious abs, so…I guess your week isn’t stellar either.” 

“That is true.” 

Both of them laughed—quiet and miserable, but glad for the company. It was unlike anything Eddie had experienced before. He had acquaintances, friends, and he loved his bandmates like brothers, but something about this felt different. It was almost uncomfortable how easily Christine seemed to understand him. At the same time, for someone who’d been ostracized and called a freak their entire life, it was also a sweet relief. 

“Alright,” he said with another performative sigh. “You leave me with no choice.” 

He scanned the forest around them, making sure there was no one nearby. Then he turned back to Christine, screwed up his face, and held his arms out at his sides. 

“…you good?” she asked with a smirk in her voice. 

“Come on, bring it in,” Eddie urged her, “but make it quick. I got a reputation to protect.” 

Her scandalized laugh made it hard for him to keep a straight face. He jiggled his arms, the chains on his cuffs jingling insistently, and was finally rewarded with the sound of footsteps. He tensed as Christine got closer, battling his instinct to cut and run in the face of uncertainty. 

“You’re fucking weird, Munson,” she sighed before pulling him into a hug. 

It was another comment that should have stung, but he was oh so glad it didn’t. The way Christine said it, practically giggling, made Eddie’s chest fill with warmth. Or maybe that was the way she’d snuck her arms under the back of his leather jacket, her forehead pressed into his shoulder. He patted her hair, awkward even though he’d been the one to initiate the hug; he really needed to figure out what his deal was with PDA. 

Eddie was so caught up in his thoughts, it took him a while to notice that Christine was shaking. He looked down in horror, terrified that she’d started crying again, but this time her cheeks were dry. He pried her away from his chest, scanning her head to toe for some sign of distress, when it finally hit him. 

“Shit, Chrissy, you’re freezing.” 

Christine waved off his concern, even as she wrapped her bare arms around her torso. Forfeiting her flannel for Steve left her just in a white camisole and, now that Eddie had the brain to look, her arms were covered in goosebumps. 

“It’s fine, Eddie. Really—no, don’t—” 

He was already shrugging off his leather jacket, taking advantage of his height and long arms when she tried to push it away. He hung it over her head and dodged her defense, forcing the jacket around her shoulders like a grand cape. 

“I’ve got long sleeves anyway,” he assured her. 

“Eddie—” 

“Walcott, I’m counting on you to clear my name. You can’t do that if you die from hypothermia.” 

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic.” 

“I’m a DM, baby. It’s in my nature.” He winked at her, grinning with pride when she averted her eyes. “Come on, Princess. Let’s check on your boyfriend.”

Eddie slung his arm around her shoulders, guiding her through the woods and back toward the main clearing. Both he and Christine ignored the curious looks from Nancy and Robin, turning instead toward the tiny alcove where they’d left Steve. This time, Eddie hung back, watching at a safe distance as Christine ducked out from under his arm and knelt down next to her boyfriend. 

Steve was dozing, but still very much alive. He blinked blearily up at Christine, a tired smile on his face when she poked the denim vest on his chest. Eddie couldn’t hear what they were saying, but he caught Christine’s smile as she shrugged the leather jacket off, only to slide her arms properly through the sleeves. She shuffled to lean her back on the stone next to Steve, tucking her legs up and grabbing Steve’s hand so she could entwine their fingers. After a few more soft words, she nuzzled her head into Steve’s shoulder and both of them closed their eyes. 

It was probably a good idea to take advantage of the brief lull in the action so they could recharge. Eddie thought of doing the same, or else joining in the planning that Nancy and Robin were doing, the way he’d intended to earlier. Instead, he stayed rooted to the spot, running his lips over his knuckles as he looked at the couple before him: Steve “The Hair” Harrington and Christine “Psycho Bitch” Walcott, curled up together in clothes they’d borrowed from Eddie “The Freak” Munson. Maybe Harrington wasn’t the one who was delirious. This whole thing felt like a damn fever dream. 

Eddie let out a long, controlled breath, trying to deny the smile twitching at his lips. Things had definitely changed, and they were definitely changed forever and fucking always. 1986 was kinda batshit.

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OTPtober 2022 - Kiss

OTPtober 2022 Masterlist Word count: 4,454 words. ‘Warnings’: Established Friendship / FOC / implied underage drinking I think, but not by these two. AU: High School AU - though the later years because that’s less odd. Notes: Naturally, I don’t really know how this stuff works, I just like to make things up as I go. Some funny details, but take it with a sprinkle of salt, it’s just fanfic.

Cheerleader!Shelly and Shy!Gerard attend a ‘cheerleading social’ - despite her reservations.

“Gerard!” He looked up from looking through his locker at the familiar voice of his best friend. He stood up a little straighter and was able to spot her particular shade of blonde in the slowly ebbing sea of surrounding students. Eventually, she appeared next to him at his locker and he sighed at the sight of her wearing the school’s cheerleading uniform. “Hey,” she said brightly, bouncing on her heels a little as she came to a stop next to him. “Hi.” Gerard smiled at her. “You alright?” “Yeah, you? Are you heading home?” “I’m fine,” Gerard nodded. “I was gonna head home yeah. Do you have practice?” Shelly shook her head. “No, not now, we had it earlier..” Gerard nibbled his bottom lip. “Do you… Want to walk together?” “I… That would be good, but…” Shelly paused. “I was actually wondering if you wanted to hang out with me for a bit first?” “Sure,” he closed his locker before shouldering his bag. “Do we need to swing by your locker first?” “Yes, please.”

They stopped by Shelly’s locker so she could grab her bag before heading to a nearby store they liked to pick up snacks from. Shelly picked out something sweet and fruit flavoured and Gerard chose something that was sweet and savoury; chocolate coated mini pretzels. They also grabbed drinks before going to sit in a park-like area for a little bit. Gerard settled on the bench and watched Shelly sit down next to him - a little closer than he was anticipating, really.

“Is everything okay?” He asked after a minute or two.

Shelly offered him one of her pieces of candy and smiled when he took one of the red ones (she guessed he’d take one of those ones because he always did. She’d actually jiggled the bag around before offering it to him, so there were a few red candies on top.)

“Um,” she started. “Yeah, actually, for the most part.”

“Most part?” He offered her his pretzel bag, smiling when she took a couple. “That implies that not everything is good.”

“Mm,” she chewed the mini pretzels. “Uh, there’s a thing on this Friday that I kinda have to go to.”

“A cheerleading thing?” He asked quietly.

She nodded and he sighed again. “Some kinda gathering.”

“It’s almost mandatory for you then?”

“Unfortunately, I believe so,” Shelly twisted the top of the bag before putting it in the pocket of her light jacket so she could grab the drink she’d gotten. “Um, but they said I could invite you.”

Gerard almost choked on his drink. “I… What?”

“Mm,” Shelly winced a little bit. “Yeah, I’m not sure I trust them entirely, but… I don’t know. I figured that I’d tell you anyway. I didn’t want you to find out that you could’ve come along and I just never told you because I wasn’t sure about them, but really I know you can handle yourself.”

He listened to her with his head tilted. When she stopped, he swallowed and focused on his lap, starting to pick at the label on his soda bottle.

“I appreciate you looking out for me though,” he said softly. “But I feel like you do that a lot.”

“We’re friends Gee,” she nudged him gently. “I’m gonna look out for you.”

He shot her a small smile and got a bright one in return.

“You don’t have to come,” she said quietly. “I honestly wouldn’t blame you if you skipped it.”

“You can’t though?” Gerard watched her shake her head, her ponytail swinging slightly as she did so.

She looked a little annoyed by the fact that she had to go, actually. He vaguely remembered them discussing the idea of these cheerleading socials before she joined the team. (He hadn’t been totally enamoured with the idea then, to be honest. He still wasn’t a fan of the idea now, even if he did get to see her in the uniform. Because, she really did look very good in it.)

“No,” she confirmed. “And I can’t really fake being sick either, which is the worst.”

Gerard nodded to let her know that he’d heard her before chewing on his bottom lip as he thought about the situation, still picking at the label on his soda bottle.

“I don’t know if I trust them Gee,” Shelly said quietly, leaning her head on his shoulder. “I’m not sure why they want me to invite you.”

“I’m sure the reason isn’t a good one,” he agreed, his voice dropping in volume a little. “But… I kinda wanna go to support you?”

Shelly almost melted. “Oh, honey. You don’t have to do that. I know you come to watch me before the games sometimes. I see you. You don’t need to come to this as well.”

“I… I kinda want to,” he repeated, putting the bottle beside him on the bench so he could rest his cheek on the top of her head, his hand seeking out hers to hold between their almost touching legs. “I kinda wanna go.”

“Okay,” she said quietly after a minute. “But you’re allowed to change your mind between now and the time the thing starts. Hell, you’re allowed to change your mind while you’re there too.”

Gerard nodded.

“I’ll do my best to look out for you,” she paused and glanced up at him. “Even though I know you can look after yourself. But I’ll do my best anyway.”

“Thank you.” Gerard whispered, waiting a moment before clearing his throat. “Is there a dress code?”

“Something smart, but not too smart I guess.”

“Will you be dressing up or will you have to wear your uniform?” He asked, more out of curiosity than anything. He didn’t mind either way, really, he was genuinely more curious than anything.

“I think we have to dress up a little, but I do need to double check that.” Shelly pulled out her phone to check the time.

“Will you meet me there or can we go together?”

“I’m sure we can probably go together, I don’t see why not.”

She felt Gerard’s arm under her head relax at this answer, and she wasn’t really surprised as she’d be nervous walking into a cheerleader social on her own too, and she was supposedly sort of one of them now. Not that she liked that very much but she didn’t have much of a choice in that matter. “I’ll double check though,” Shelly said. “I’ll check everything and text you.” “Okay, that works.” They hung out for a little bit longer, eating their snacks and chatting - with Shelly listening to him intentionally when he started going on about a new comic that he wanted to get. She really enjoyed seeing him light up like this. He was so pretty when he was this happy. When he noticed her start to get cold, he tried to offer her his jacket, almost pouting at her when she didn’t take it. But they did start to make their way home, sharing a tight hug before they had to split off and go their separate ways. Shelly promised to text him with more details as soon as she knew them. She was true to her word; she texted him as soon as she had the information herself. Gerard was curled up on his bed, reading when her text came through. She let him know that it was okay for them to turn up together, that she actually had to wear her cheerleading uniform (he wasn’t sure how he felt about that - on one hand, she looked good in it, on the other… It was the cheerleading uniform. Ugh?) He managed to get up, turn some proper lights on and dig out a shirt or two to take photos of so he could send them to her. (Photos of the shirts on hangers, not on him. He wasn’t sure he could do that. Even if she did see him in the flesh all the time. He just wasn’t sure about taking photos of himself. He’d have to look at those before he sent them and… No.) She replied back fairly quickly, actually, with a statement of preference. Well, actually, she said both of them would look good on him, but she preferred a particular one. So, naturally, he decided that he was going to go with that one, even if he wasn’t going to tell her that right away. The next couple of days passed quite quickly, to Gerard at least. Maybe that was because he was nervous. He remembered Shelly’s own nerves, the fact that she said that she didn’t trust them, that the whole thing felt weird to her. But she couldn’t get out of it and he really did just want to support her. Shelly picked him up, her mother planning on driving them most of the way, and giving them money for a taxi home later on - they could both get the taxi back to Shelly’s and then Ruby would drive Gerard home. He opened the front door to see Shelly standing on his doorstep. She smiled at him and it only got brighter when she noticed the shirt he was wearing. “Hey,” she said. “You look great.” Gerard shuffled in his spot for a moment, nodding his head to try and hide behind his hair. “T- thank you.” “You ready?” “Yeah, hang on.” He ducked into his house to let his brother know he was going before he grabbed his hoodie, putting it on and making sure that he had everything. Shelly watched him lock his front door behind him before they made their way to the waiting car. Gerard greeted Shelly’s mother as he got in the back seat, surprised when Shelly got in beside him (he expected her to get in the front with her mother.) He liked her mom; she was very sweet and didn’t make him feel nervous or anything. She was just an older, quieter version of Shelly, really. They certainly looked very much alike and that always made him think about the future a little bit - and he would immediately feel bad afterwards because… Why would Shelly be interested in him then? She certainly wasn’t interested in him now. Ruby gave them a gentle “don’t forget no is a complete sentence” talk - the general concerned parent thing, which Gerard didn’t mind, even if Shelly groaned and covered her eyes with her hand. “Mama,” she grumbled. “We know.” “I know you do baby, I’m just reminding you,” Ruby smiled at them using the rearview mirror. “If anything really bad happens, you know you can text me, right?” “Yeah, I know.” “You know the rules, Shelly,” Ruby continued gently. “No questions, I’ll come and get you if you feel like you can’t get a ride.” “I know, mama,” Shelly sighed softly. “Thank you.” “Look out for each other, okay?” “Yes ma’am,” Gerard nodded. “Oh honey, you know you don’t have to call me that.” She smiled brightly at them both via the mirror before pulling up near the place the gathering was, not right outside. She turned around in her seat. “I mean it though, look after each other.” They both nodded and scrambled out of the car with Gerard thanking her before closing the door. Shelly quickly trotted around to the driver’s window, leaning in it to kiss her mother goodbye. She stood back and Ruby drove off. “Okay then,” Shelly said quietly. “This way I guess.” Gerard nodded and followed her up the road, trying to walk alongside her, but not too close, just in case. The keyword there was tried - because she would quickly fall back to walk by his side whenever he started to lag. “Are you nervous?” She asked. “Mmm, a little,” he glanced at her. “Are you?” Shelly hummed and nodded. “A bit. I don’t get why they told me to ask you, but I am glad that you’re here - even though I have a bad feeling, so I also feel bad that you’re here because of that bad feeling.” She paused and huffed. “Does that make sense?” Gerard had to think about this for a minute before he nodded. “Yeah, it does. I’m sure it won’t be that bad.” He… Was right for a little bit, actually - he wasn’t the only non-footballer there (or non cheerleader - there were a few other guys and girl without the ‘sports uniform’ so that was something) and he managed to talk to a few of those non-uniform wearing people when Shelly had to be pulled away for whatever reason it was they needed her for. She wasn’t away from him for too long though, at least, it didn’t feel that way because he was talking to another guy about… Something to do with classwork maybe, when she reappeared at his side. He paused in his conversation to greet her, smiling down at her. Shelly would disappear every so often, but she would never be gone for that long and she would always return to him before being dragged off again. She would always find Gerard talking to the various non-uniform wearing people there, and slowly coming out of his shell a tiny bit with them. Which is something that she had noticed from across the room, actually. She was kinda pleased about that, even though she still felt on edge. She still felt like something wasn’t right; she knew that some of the footballers and some of the cheerleaders looked down on her friendship with Gerard. Not that she let them say anything bad about it nowadays - she’d jump down their throats and tell them to back off, just not so politely. And she’d done that a lot, so they had kinda just… Stopped with it and left her alone about it. But she knew that they said things behind her back. She didn't have any proof other than her instinct, but… If they had been saying it to her face, of course they’d be saying it behind her back too. A couple of hours passed before people started gathering in one room. Gerard shared a look with Shelly, who looked just as confused as he felt before they followed the few people ‘selected’ into the second room. Once everyone was there, the Head Cheerleader (who couldn’t seem to remove herself from the Lead Footballer - Gerard was sure there was a proper name for the footballer’s position but like hell did he know it) started saying something about… Party games. Gerard glanced at Shelly again and noticed her frowning. It wasn’t until the Head Cheerleader mentioned something about… Seven Minutes in Heaven that he noticed the colour drain out of Shelly’s face. He felt a bit sick, actually. That feeling only intensified as the game started. A few people were picked, blindfolded and put into two closets (why were there two cupboards in this room? Gerard thought) before another two people were picked, blindfolded and spun around to make them a little dizzy so they couldn’t guess what cupboards they were being put into. It didn’t take too long before Gerard was grabbed by a couple of the football players, despite his protests (and Shelly’s “hey!”) and he was bundled into one of the cupboards after being blindfolded like the others. As soon as the door closed he managed to prop himself up against the wall to keep himself upright. He could take the blindfold off, he guessed, going ahead to lift it off of one eye. Yeah, as he thought, it was really dark in here. Might as well leave it on then. He steadied himself against the wall again, trying to get his heart to stop racing and trying to stop himself from feeling so sick. Just when he thought he had calmed down, the door opened (he could hear the laughing from the other side get louder) and someone was pushed into him before the door closed behind them. Whoever it was toppled into him and he managed to grab and steady them to stop them hitting the floor. Gerard wasn’t sure what part of them he grabbed, but they felt… Soft? He was pretty certain that this wasn’t a guy. Oh god, he hoped that wasn’t… He squeezed, cautiously and heard the other person squeak. He was pretty certain he had his hands on their waist, and he was pretty certain this person was a girl - he could feel skin, and the cheerleading uniform consisted of a skirt and top that exposed their stomachs a little. Oh god - he was touching a cheerleader. Oh god, oh Christ - he was gonna get hit. Either by her or by her inevitable football playing boyfriend. He dropped both of his hands so he couldn’t be accused of anything more than what he’d already done. He would’ve backed against the wall more but… He was already as against the wall as he could get. The cheerleader huffed and removed her hands from his arms - where she’d grabbed him to stay upright. He heard her brush her clothes down and he swallowed a little bit, half bracing himself for the slap. Instead, he felt her hands on his chest and heard a soft “hmm.” “You won’t be coming out unless there’s been some kissin’ or something!” The voice from the other side of the door made them both jump - he felt her hands move slightly only to end up on his chest again. “So get on with it!” There was another huff from the girl in front of him and then a soft snort before he felt her hands on his face, pulling him down to her level before pressing her lips against his. He squeaked at her forcefulness, but he didn’t hate it. His squeak caused her to hum quietly, and he felt that against his mouth before he heard it; it felt a little strange. When he didn’t immediately pull away, she let go of his face and wrapped her arms around his neck, and his hands went to gently hold her waist. It wasn’t until he did this that he realised that… She was standing on her tiptoes. Oh. That was cute, that meant that she was a bit shorter than him. Shelly was like that. Actually, this girl tasted a little of the soda that he knew Shelly had been drinking earlier. The girl held him a little tighter and he felt her tongue against his lips, ever so carefully testing his resistance. She was so gentle and she felt so soft under his hands. And she tasted nice; of that soda and something he didn’t recognise. He wound his arms around her waist instead of just holding her, and gently pulled her against him a little more. This time, she squeaked against his mouth but giggled before she returned to kissing him. Or at least she would’ve returned to kissing him had her giggle not kicked him in the chest. He knew that giggle - it was one of his favourite sounds. Gerard unwound himself from her very quickly and backed away as much as he could, pulling his blindfold off. This obviously confused her because she went “huh?” and he was about to say more when the door opened and the cupboard went from almost pitch black to practically bathed in light. He didn’t know who had opened the door because he was too busy looking at the girl he’d been kissing. “Shelly?” He whispered. She stopped angrily hissing at the guy who had opened the door to turn and look at him. She smiled a little at him only to frown at the look on his face. “I… Oh,” Gerard swallowed and pushed past both her and the footballer in the doorway. He heard Shelly say something to the footballer but didn’t stop to figure out exactly what or to see any reactions. He just made his way out of the building, not stopping until he was outside. He pressed his back against the outer wall of the building and put his hands on his knees so he could lean over and catch his breath in an attempt to get his heart rate down. Hopefully if he managed that, he’d stop feeling so sick too. A few minutes passed before he heard someone’s footsteps nearby. Not long after he heard them, he saw someone’s shoes in his line of vision and slowly looked up to see Shelly standing in front of him, a look of concern on her pretty face and her hands clasped in front of her. His eyes eventually met hers and he whined quietly, dropping his gaze immediately to his feet. “Gee…” He felt her lift his face to look at her and when he was, she smiled gently. “C’mon, a little straighter for me…” With a sigh, he did as he was told, standing up a little straighter so he had to look at her properly. He could feel his face burning and he wasn’t sure if he was ashamed or embarrassed or… If there was a secret third option. To be honest, it was probably a combination of multiple options. “There he is,” Shelly said quietly, smiling softly at him. “Hey.” Gerard heard himself whine again before he put his face in his hands. Shelly watched this and shook her head before stepping nearer, standing next to him; close enough to be able to press herself against his side. She gently took his hands away from his face and kept ahold of his wrists so he couldn’t hide again. “I’m so sorry.” Her eyebrows met her hairline. “Oh honey! No no, I’m sorry. I knew that something wasn’t right, I had a bad feeling…” Gerard shook his head, not able to meet her eyes, his cheeks still hot and prickly. “No, it’s not your fault, you gave me plenty of chances to back out.” “I never would’ve willingly put you through that had I known,” she put his hands on her waist and smiled a little as he frowned at this, but he didn’t pull his hands away. “I know,” he whispered. “I don’t blame you.” As Shelly moved closer, she felt his arms slide around her waist a bit more. She smiled and gently rested her hands on his shoulders. Or thereabouts, she was a bit shorter than him after all. He sighed and shook his head before she cupped his cheek gently. “I never wanted it to go that way,” she whispered. “I never wanted it to be forced like that.” Gerard blinked rapidly, frowning as her words set in. “You were good though,” she moved the hand from his cheek to start running her fingers through his hair. “You don’t need to worry about that. You were sweet and gentle and that was really nice.” He swallowed a little bit, still feeling a bit confused. “I don’t… I don’t understand. You never wanted…?” Shelly’s cheeks went a pretty shade of pink and she bit her bottom lip, her eyes dropping to his chest a bit. “Um…” Gerard waited patiently, his hands still gently resting on her waist - she didn’t seem to have a problem with this, so he felt reluctant to remove them. “I’ve always wanted to kiss you,” she said quietly. His eyes went wider than the moon. “Why?” She smiled and shook her head gently.  “Because I really like you, Gee. Like, I really, really like you. I’ve wanted to kiss you for ages, because I’ve had a crush on you for ages.” Gerard didn’t know what to say to that - he kept opening and closing his mouth like a bit of an idiot. “I just never thought it would be like that,” Shelly shook her head, almost sadly. “But I knew it was you. I just knew.” “I… I think I knew it was you too, or at least, I had a feeling, I guess I hoped,” he rambled quietly. “But I didn’t know until you giggled.” She smiled brightly at him and giggled softly. “Do you… Maybe not here, maybe not right now, but… Do you want to try it again?” “Yes,” he answered, maybe a little too quickly, looking at her lips. “Yes, please. Can we? Now is fine?” Shelly cupped his cheeks in her hands and leant forward to press her lips against his. Softly, gently and purposely. She smiled against his mouth as she felt him hold her a bit tighter and giggled again, into the kiss. She kept kissing him softly, not too forcefully and not too deeply until he pulled her against him a bit harder. Not that the previous kiss was bad or unpleasant, but this was a lot nicer. “That’s a bit better,” she whispered. “You felt more relaxed. But we can do that again later too.” Gerard hugged her tightly and buried his nose in her hair. “How much later?” Shelly hummed. “Let me text my mama, and maybe we can hang out for a few hours before we take you home. How’s that sound?” “And by ‘hang out,’” he tucked her hair behind her ear. “You mean, kiss some more, right?” The blonde giggled and nodded. “Yes. If you want.” “I do want,” Gerard replied eagerly and felt himself blush again. “Please. If that’s okay with you.” “Absolutely,” Shelly pulled her phone out of her pocket to text her mother. “I would like nothing more.” “Oh! Good!” Ruby came to pick them up, no questions asked, from the same place she dropped them off, but she noticed that they were standing a little closer when she pulled up. She gave them the go ahead to hang out for a bit longer - she’d picked them up much sooner than she thought she would, but she’d rather have them hang out under her roof where they were safe, than at that party or the surrounding areas where they might not be. They settled in the second sitting room in Shelly’s home, her mother heading to a different room to give them some privacy. They sat on the sofa together, starting a little far apart until Shelly rolled her eyes with a smile, got up and repositioned herself right next to Gerard. He smiled shyly at her before slipping an arm around her waist. She hummed happily and cupped his cheek so she could tilt his face so he was looking at her. “Hey,” she whispered. “Hey,” he whispered back. “Can I kiss you again?” She asked, and the cuteness of it all made Gerard melt. “Yes,“ he nodded slowly and quickly wet his lips with his tongue. “Yes please.” “Alright,” she giggled and smiled. “C’mere then, pretty boy.”

CHAPTER THREE

| Series: The Glass Cage Epidemic | Pairing: Evan Peters OC x FOC | Warnings: Obscene language, smut | Word count: 2,187 | Rated: Explicit | Book mentioned: Piranesi by Susanna Clarke |

I’m not sure how I invited a man I barely knew up to my apartment, but he was just that charming.

Like Ted Bundy, my amygdala kept screaming at me but as much as he said he was intrigued by me, so was I. I wasn’t used to attention in this particular niche before. He was an odd man. Hot, but odd nonetheless.

He freely surveyed the apartment and nursed the beer I’d handed him, as I heated up the lasagna. He’d pause to examine a particular photograph, even lean in close enough to kiss. I was reminded again of earlier when I thought he was going to kiss me. I scrunched up my face and shook my head like I often did when my brain decided to play a slideshow of the top ten most embarrassing moments of my life.

This very well could be the last, amygdala said again, but I consciously knew he wasn’t a murderer. Sexual deviant, maybe. Oh, he definitely had kinks. He looked like he liked to get down and dirty. Probably had a fetish for Catholic school—

“You went to culinary school?” he pointed to the framed degree I kept in the hallway.

“Right here in LA. Cost an arm and a fucking leg.” I cursed only because I burned my hands on the casserole.

“And I still have a ton of student debt, not that you’d know anything about it,” I whispered the last part, but he was suddenly behind me just as I was about to take another shot at the microwave. Remember when international chef Nigella Lawson pronounced it as meecro-wavay? What was that? Why did everyone just forget about that? Like, what was the story there? Brain aneurysm? Did she get paid to say that? Or was it just the mandela effect?

“I’ll have you know, Mademoiselle boulangère, I used to wait tables at a diner.” He said as he delicately retrieved the casserole with a napkin and served both plates on either side of the island counter as I watched in awe.

“Really?”

“Well, my family owned the diner—“

“There it is,” I teased.

“—but, I still got paid minimum wage.”

“How inspiring.”

“Okay,” he chuckled, digging into his lasagna with a fork. “What do you want me to say? I’ve lived a privileged life where I’ve been handed everything I’ve ever wanted?”

“And expect people to do what you want when you want it.”

He looked up at me and chuckled the biggest I’d ever seen him. Suddenly, I got the inkling that I’d made the right choice. This time, he held it long enough for me to notice his chipped canine, the freckle on the tip of his nose, and how his left cheek dimpled deep into ecstasy. A hint of familiarity licked by but it was gone when he started to talk again.

“Guilty, but it was your choice to invite me up. You know what’s coming.” He locked his gaze with mine, chewing devotedly. The next question eked out of me without HQ approval.

“When you said you weren’t looking to date . . . “

“Yeah?” He looked at me expectantly, while I hoped he’d answer.

“Did you mean you wanted a . . . companion to talk to?” Saying friend just sounded wrong.

He chuckled. “No, I just don’t want the women I sleep with to be vapid.”

Well, that was a sucker punch to the gut.

Was I supposed to be insulted? I played his reply over in my mind again. No, right? He implied I wasn’t vapid.

“I see.” I sighed. “So the whole book thing was a ruse?”

“Of course not,” he paused to swallow. “I look forward to intellectual conversations.”

“Plus a little extra.”

He regarded me for a moment, but I didn’t look up.

“You sound annoyed. I’m sorry if I inferred your interest.”

“No, it’s fine.” I shook my head. Oh no. I was going dumpster diving for conjunctions. He must have offended me. Sadly, I didn’t usually manifest an offence consciously until later.

“I was actually wondering if the two were mutually exclusive.”

“The talking and the fucking?”

I had to look up. Had he cursed before? No, right? I would have remembered. The word rolled off his tongue like candy. I shifted in my seat. He noticed.

“Usually are. But I could make an exception.” Then he proceeded to diligently lick his fork clean of the sauce. Well, shit and fuck me sideways.

“Question is,” he stood up and grabbed both empty plates with finesse. “Which one did you mean?”

“Sorry?” I knew what he meant. I needed to hear him say it again. I grabbed both glasses of water and followed him, and we loosely kept our eyes on each other. I swallowed and it sounded so loud.

He seemed to notice and turned to me, locking me in his gaze. “I said, which one did you mean, Cleodora? Did you want to talk to me, or did you want to fuck me?”

Holy shit.

My Netherlands hadn’t buckled in heat like that in ages.

“Both.” I said, and I knew that’s what he wanted me to say. He glanced at my lips briefly, before breaking off our gaze entirely and went to sit on the couch.

I sucked in a much needed breath.

He was taking a sip of his beer when I joined him, and gracefully pointed to the armchair where my book already sat. I guess he was just going to watch?

Minutes, or hours went by and I got through every line with difficulty. I couldn’t focus. At some point the sexual tension we’d just created just dawned on me and I didn’t know why we were still delaying it. I found my thoughts drifting to his thighs, and if they really were as bulky as they looked through his slacks. I wondered if his lips tasted like beer or lasagna. I wondered if he smoked. I wondered what his cock would feel like inside me.

I shifted in my seat again. I do this to myself.

And he wasn’t helping either by watching me intently, with only the occasional sips of beer to give me a momentary lapse in study.

Giving up after reading the same sentence for the fifth time, I tried to remember if I had any condoms at home. It was truly amazing that no matter how intellectual we tried to be, we were all barbarians when it came to sex. Honestly, I didn’t know what we were waiting for. Surely, he didn’t expect me to get through with reading? Not with him sitting with his jacket off, and collar button undone. His cologne infused air cradled me, invigorated my arousal like a siren. And I was weak.

The atmosphere was practically electric, like the moment demanded action. I readied up because he was the most relaxed son of a bitch I’d ever seen, lazed around like he owned the place. I wouldn’t be surprised if he did, I’d ever met my landlord.

Then his phone buzzed.

He retrieved it from his pants’ pocket and regarded the caller ID, before excusing himself.

I didn’t realise I’d been holding in my breath.

Okay. Focus. This isn’t your first rodeo. Remember how intimated Todd was? He said you were the best he’d ever had.

Oh what was I thinking? He was no Todd. Even his name was intimidating. Atticus.

I wondered what his friends called him. Atty? Ace? Kit? Ok that was sort of cute. What about his family? Did he have a girlfriend? Oh no, was he in one of those open relationships? Is that why he didn’t want to date? Holy shit, was he married? Did he have kids?!

I stood up and went to the sink for a glass of water.

Ok let’s assume the worst case scenario. Devoted father to a three year old who he’d probably name Nicholas and husband to a picture perfect blonde named Allison. Was I still going to do this? Was it just a one time thing? He didn’t specify. Was I really prepared to be a homewrecker, though? Just to see him do to me what he did to that fork?

Oh God. I would combust if he licked me like that.

I probably sounded pathetic. This is why adults have casual sexual relationships at least once a year, so they don’t sound desperate and horny when something does come along. But I shared his motto of not being able to wholeheartedly sleep with some vapid dudebro. I wonder if he swung. He seemed like he would. Why was I jealous already?

He came back in from the hallway.

“You okay?”

“Perfect.” I smiled “Was that the wife?” I asked as I downed the rest of the water.

He chuckled like he saw it coming. “No. And it wasn’t my girlfriend either. I’m not committed to anyone. You’re not the first to ask me these questions.”

I was disappointed, somehow. Like I wasn’t special anymore.

“Do you ever ask those questions back?” I placed the glass down on the counter and leaned my hip to it. He imitated me.

His lips twitched.

“Do you have a wife or girlfriend, Cleodora?”

“Not at the moment, no.” I chuckled, thinking back to the dorm days.

“But college?” he asked, and we both knew what he meant.

“College?” I asked him, and he nodded with a playful grimace.

“College, man.”

So, not a swinger anymore. Another thing we had in common.

“Has anyone ever told you you smell like powdered sugar?”

I chuckled. It was true. Working with castor sugar was always messy. And some of it has always made its way onto my face and hair.

“I think an 8 year old customer did once.”

“Do you know what I’ve been wondering all evening?”

“What?” I replied without missing a beat, in flow with this mellow line of questioning. But suddenly his face turned grave and he said in a whisper,

“If I were to put my tongue on your neck, would it taste sweet?”

The first thing I could think of was that I should not have brought up Callum.

And unlike Callum, this hunk of man before me leaned in before I could reply and trailed the full surface of his tongue up the curve of my neck. My insides turned liquid. And I needed him to drink me up.

He pulled back and made sure I was watching as he licked his lips.

“It’s a no,” he shrugged, glancing at the probably glistening wet spot on my neck. I felt marked. Like he’d claimed me.

“That’s disappointing,” my voice wavered but I think I held my own. I causally reached into the jar of castor sugar behind me and sprinkled some on my lips as he watched, eyebrows low and mouth hard set.

“Maybe you should try—”

He didn't let me finish.

His lips were on mine instantly.

He was so. fucking. warm.

I leaned into his lips as they moulded with mine, played with mine like it was all pre determined. He was fierce and overwhelming, and I had to pull away several times to catch my breath.

Blood pounded in my ears. Our hands explored new terrains and responded to each other. He’d give me only a second’s time to compose myself, and used that time to shrug off an item of clothing standing between us. But he didn’t fling them all over the floor, no. He gathered them into one heap and placed them on the island counter, before picking me up and walking us to the couch.

I felt his smooth skin underneath my fingertips. His hair was silken. His hot mouth on my tits felt divine. My breath came out in short gasps, and I subconsciously rubbed myself against him.

And throughout the entire ordeal, he locked eyes with me. He wouldn’t let me look away even as he stripped off the last bit of clothing between us.

And then he brought me down onto him all at once.

I cried out in surprise, grabbing onto his shoulders for dear life. My legs shivered from the sudden penetration. I could barely see. I think he apologised. I think I told him I liked it. So he did it again. And again. Until I could get used to the rhythm, and then he let me move on my own.

He told me he liked how wet I was. He was loud. He kept feeding my arousal with his strained moans, his hands shifting places and never letting me get used to them even for a second. Something was screaming at me at the back of my mind but I couldn’t tell what it was. There was just too much going on. His large hands that made my tits feel tiny, the look in his eyes, his voice, his mouth, his cock, his thighs, the sweat dripping down his neck, his fucking moans. I was lost. He was a glorious marble statue in the House and I was his devotee.

Roses Can Be Pink.

pairing: Rue Bennett x Black FOC!Monique.

Euphoria AU.

summary: parties can be fun with the right person.

tags: 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, wlw, euphoria AU, rue is over 21, rue is in recovery, instant connections, fingering, oral sex, mention of toys.

notes: this is the first time I’ve written queer content in a long, long time so when I say I’m RUSTY, I mean it! This one is dedicated to my best girl @melodicheauxxo I love you and I hope you love it!

word count: 1.8K

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“Aren’t you glad you came to the party? You’re having fun aren’t you.” Your friend, Sammie

gloats as she hands you a glass of wine spritz. You roll your eyes trying to refuse a smile from spreading across your face. You gently shrug your shoulders before bringing your glass close to your mouth.

“It’s aight, don’t get too big headed. I could leave any time to go enjoy Bob’s Burgers.” You say before taking a sip of your drink, the cool liquid soothing your throat. She rolls her eyes before linking her arm with yours and pulling you the rest of the people away from the kitchen.

It was more of a kickback than an outright party with some old college buddies. It’s been over a year since graduating from film school and you have been working in the industry since, doing what you love and you met most of the people here through college except for your best friend - who was currently dragging you to meet some new people.

Entering the room, there’s a few people already inside with an anime you’re unfamiliar with playing on the tv as they huddled close as they played UNO.

“Hey guys!” Sammie breaks their concentration and brings it to you guys as you stand underneath the door frame. There’s one person who immediately draws your attention though. Their honey brown curls unruly but they fall perfectly around her face and rest on her shoulders. Her eyes trail down your body as she leans back into the couch. They come back to your face and a smile is hidden behind her cup as you bashfully break eye contact and squirm beside Sammie.

“This is my best friend Monique! She finally left her house and grace us with her presence.”

“I’m not that bad.” You nudge her shoulder. “I’ve been busy.” You defend yourself with a smile and a roll of your eyes - a habit you happen to always do around her. You love Sammie and it’s not like you were avoiding her on purpose but her parties (parties in general) always overwhelm you so typically just stay away from them.

“Whatever!” She replies before she smiles, taking your hand and sitting you close to the woman you had been eyeing up. The warmth of your blush still tainting your cheeks. You’re a little tense but you take in her soft yet musky scent as you try to lean back into the couch.

“Please keep my friend entertained and comfortable. I’ll be back for her later.” Sammie winked at you before leaving you with the small group. You’re not a shy person so the introductions are swift and quick but the lady sitting beside you is causing your nervousness to spike which isn’t normal.

What’s worse, you think she can notice the affect she’s having on you.

“I’m Rue.” Her voice is soft and melodious. It’s kind of low in pitch but it suits her perfectly. You scold yourself for thinking too much about how her voice sounds but you can’t help it but the instant attraction is wrecking you.

“Nice to meet you.” You shake her hand that was in front of her. Like her voice, her skin is so soft, her fingers are long and slender but her nails are neatly trimmed, painted black. Absentmindedly you lick your lips thinking about her fingers and god you’re such a creep, you’ve just met her and your mind is already going there.

Fortunately the rest of the night, things go really well. The conversation flows so naturally between the two of you that you couldn’t believe you’ve only met today. She’s a friend of Maddy’s who works with Sammie and have been since childhood really and in not so many words, she had let you know that she wasn’t much of a drinker anymore due to previous substance issues from her past. She had been sipping on cranberry and blackberry juice all night as to not draw attention to herself. People were nosy and if they saw her drinking from a red solo cup, she knew no one was going to ask questions.

At some point of the night, you decide to give Rue a tour of your friend’s house finally reaching the guest room that’s your designated room wherever you slept over.

“So what made you choose film?” Rue asks you as you guys had settled on the floor, rolling a ball to each other as the muffled music from the party filtered into your room.

“I love the arts you know? I live for them. They’ve changed and influenced my life and I just felt like I want to be a part of that you know? Like being a part of something that influence change and be positive in someone’s life is a great deal.” As you speak so passionately you could feel her eyes on you which doesn’t stop the feelings she’s enticing within you. It was so strange to get such a visceral reaction to Rue and for the most part, the last few hours have been heavenly.

“Why are you staring at me.” You whisper. You chew on your bottom lip as you let your body fall to one side.

“I like watching you talk.” Rue answers candidly. “You become really animated and there’s this glow to you that makes you more attractive than I already think you are.”

You hold onto your cheeks as your shoulders pull up bashfully.

“Don’t get shy on me.” Rue licks her lips as she pulls your hands away from your face. You still turn your head away from her but with her fingers, she directs your gaze back onto hers. Rue’s eyes are sparkling in the dark as you bear into each other’s souls. The connection that you’re feeling towards her could not be denied.

“Do you feel that?” She asks as she intertwines your fingers with hers, pulling you closer to her body. You shift your bodies so that your legs are overlapping each other and the warmth of your core is radiating onto her thigh.

“Yeah.” You whisper. “I thought I was going a little crazy but I feel so … good around you, it’s insane.” Rue chuckles at your response as she cups your chubby cheeks and rubs your skin with the pad of her thumbs.

“Can I kiss you Monique? I really, really want to kiss you.”

“Yes. Please.” You breathe out before you can utter something else, her lips are on yours. Your stomach erupts in a fever of flatters, nervousness swimming in your veins as your eyes close as your softly kiss her back. However, as the kiss deepens, the lesser you were nervous and enjoyed the kiss. Slow and passionate, in no rush whatsoever and it makes you feel desired. Your hands trail down from the back of her neck to her waist and you pull on her tighter, wanting to feel more of her.

Her tongue swirls around yours which sends a shiver down your spine and your cunt clenches around nothing as your arousal sparks your body into a frenzy of need, a need Rue easily picks up on.

“Lay down.” She whispers to you and you follow the instruction without hesitation. Rue brings your legs to your waist, caressing your thighs as she hovers above you.

“Can I go on?” She asks and you inaudibly nod your head. You’re quiet as she strips your trousers and panties away from your body. “Fuck. I knew your pussy would be so beautiful.” She rasps as her hands travel back up your thighs and her thumbs part your heated core. A shiver runs down your spine as your cunt aches, you wanted more, you anticipate the next move. Rue slides the straps of your cami top down until your breasts are exposed.

Her long fingers tease and pinch your nipples which causes you to squirm. Begging for attention, Rue leans forward and wraps her lips around your areola and shoves two fingers into your cunt. Your gasp at the intrusion is loud but you welcome her finger nonetheless.

“You’re so tight.” Rue mumbles against your chest as you whimper and roll your hips. Her fingers move a bit faster, the sound of your wetness beginning to echo within the confines of your room. Your self control was slowly beginning to slip as Rue fucks you nice and hard with her fingers to the point of orgasm.

“What!-.” You exclaim as Rue suddenly withdraw her fingers from your pussy.

“I need to taste you.” She whispers before she brings her drenched fingers to her mouth. Rue sucks on her digits feverishly which turns you even more. She drops her fingers away from her mouth before she quickly shifts so that her face is hovering closer to your pussy. You try and look down at Rue but with her fingers tracing the opening of your pussy, your head falls back and your eyes close shut.

“Rue, I need you. Please.” You beg.

“Don’t worry baby, I got you.” With that, she wraps her lips around your clit which causes a loud moan to ring out from you. Her tongue is warm as she laps at your cunt.

It had been a while for you but the way Rue was making you feel, wreaked your brain but you didn’t focus on it too much as you ride her face with abandon. She’s eating you so good and you were losing your breath trying to keep up with her pace. Rue rolls her tongue around your clit over and over again before pushing her fingers back into your pussy and stroking your g-spot with hoe she curled her digits.

“Oh shit! I’m gonna cum!” Your hips are rolling to the pace of her fingers thrusting in and out of you. You fear suffocating her but your high is creeping near as you focus on your orgasm. A third finger is introduced which causes you to cry out even louder. You’re desperate now and you can’t stop yourself as you use her to reach your climax. The stretch of her fingers deepen your cunt and her tongue on your clit is sending you into overdrive.

Your release slams against you full force and your thighs threaten to close around her head but Rue keeps them from collapsing around her head by pressing one of your thighs down with her arm. She doesn’t pull away from you as she continues to lick you clean.

Your body trembles with aftershocks of pleasure as Rue finally moves away from your pussy and trails her lips back up your body. She captures your mouth and you moan softly tasting yourself on her lips. The kiss moves slow and sweet with your tongues clashing against each other as your core begs for more.

“You got any toys I can use on you in here?” Rue asks you which causes your cheeks to warm in slight embarrassment.

“Yeah.” You admit.

“Bring them out, I’m not done with you just yet.” Rue whispers. “Want to explore every part of you.”

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